The wupeng boat drifted with the current and was not very fast.

But Li Qinglin sensed Chen Bufan's location and it seemed that he had already arrived in Huainan Prefecture.

So he glanced across the river, and suddenly his eyes lit up as he noticed a bamboo pole with dense branches floating towards him.

He trimmed the branches, tied them with silk nets, and took out a shuttle-shaped magic weapon from the storage bag. He used brute force to bend it and used it as a fishhook.

The water of Dongting River is bottomless, with waves stretching for thousands of miles. Naturally, there are many large goods, including fish that are longer than the black-sailed boats, which gradually become monsters.

Li Qinglin watched for a moment, and saw a blurry black shadow swimming from a distance at the bottom of the river. It was more than ten feet long. As it swam at the bottom of the river, countless aquatic creatures avoided it in panic.

It turned out to be a huge water python, emitting a faint evil aura.

A water python of this level, especially one that has the advantage of terrain, is so powerful that even a warrior at the peak of spiritual cultivation or a cultivator at the late stage of Qi training would not dare to rashly jump into the water to capture it.

At this moment, Li Qinglin lightly swung the fishing hook, leaving only an afterimage. The fishing hook seemed to have eyes and hung under the jaw of the water python.

Crash!!

The water python was so frightened and angry that it twisted its body wildly and struggled in the water. Its narrow pupils looked towards the river surface and it could vaguely see a figure in a black-sailed boat, with a man in a straw raincoat fishing.

"You little snake, you have quite some brute strength. I'll take you with me for the next leg. I'll reward you later. Otherwise...it's cold outside, so maybe you can have some snake soup!"

Just like thunder's rage, the water python only felt a cold voice ringing in its heart.

It immediately became well-behaved and swam obediently following the fishing rod.

The next moment.

The black-sailed boat was like an arrow shot from a bow, and both banks were quickly thrown backwards.

Only long spreading ripples are left in place.

"What a pity. I can't experience the elegance of fishing alone in the snowy river, learning from Jiang Taigong fishing on the river surface, waiting for anyone to take the bait..."

Li Qinglin looked at the water python working hard to tow the boat with a look of regret in his eyes.

With this monster that is almost a demon here, naturally no ordinary river fish dares to approach.

Three days later.

Li Qinglin was resting with his eyes closed and practicing martial arts when he clearly heard the sound of horse hooves and wheels coming from the shore.

Li Qinglin opened his eyes and looked towards the shore in the direction of the sound, and found a convoy of vehicles on the official road heading towards the river.

Li Qinglin took a quick glance and saw that in the convoy, there were scholars going to the provincial capital to take the provincial examination, as well as warriors with strength drilled into their bones, who looked like they were from wealthy families.

Li Qinglin took a look and decided not to meddle in it, so he closed his eyes and rested.

shore.

A carriage passed by on the roadside, and a weak scholar lifted the curtain and looked towards the river.

I saw the river covered with mist and water vapor rising.

And on the lonely Dongting River, there was a solitary boat accompanying a fisherman in a straw raincoat and hat. There was also a petite figure, who seemed to be the fisherman's granddaughter, kneeling behind the fisherman, shivering.

Seeing this, he could not help but feel poetic and recited a poem, "The river surface is as flat as a mirror, the mountain tops are like grass, a weak old man is fishing, the weather is cold and his raincoat is cold."

"Brother Zhao Yin is extremely talented. He will definitely rank among the top three in this state exam!"

"Haha, thank you for the compliment..."

A scholar standing nearby wrapped himself in a blanket tightly, held a charcoal stove in his hand, half of his body stuck out of the window, and spoke in response.

What kind of poetry is this? It's bullshit.

On the black-sailed boat, Li Qinglin's eyes rolled around and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"It's still early, so we can go to the Twin Dragons Peak and see two top martial artists fighting under the moon!"

In the horse team, there was a warrior who looked like a leader. He was wearing a plush cloak. He politely bowed to the scholars, then rode to the shore and shouted to Li Qinglin, "Excuse me, boatman. Could you give us a ride across the river? We want to go to Shuangjiao Mountain. Crossing the river can save us several days of walking. Please help us."

Shuangjiao Mountain is located on the west side of Huainan Prefecture, standing in the Dongtian River. It is hundreds of feet high and shaped like a dragon. Since ancient times, it has been a place for famous warriors in Dajiang to compete and fight.

Hearing the other party calling him, Li Qinglin slowly opened his eyes, pulled the fishing rod slightly, signaling the water python at the bottom of the river to slow down, and then shouted back, "I'm sorry, I don't like strangers, please find another boatman."

The warrior was stunned. He didn't expect Li Qinglin to refuse.

"I am willing to pay three times the ship's fare."

Li Qinglin closed his eyes and said nothing, pretending to hear nothing.

"Excuse me then."

The warrior shook his head helplessly, bowed, and kicked his horse's belly to return to the caravan.

"Hold on for another half a day. I remember there is a medium-sized ferry ahead. There should be a lot of boatmen there."

The scholar Zhao Yin, who was reciting poetry, looked at Li Qinglin with displeasure, but said nothing more. He lowered the curtain and returned to the car.

The sound of wheels slowly faded away.

Li Qinglin then shook the bamboo pole, signaling the water python to work harder.

The water python suddenly shot out, even sticking out its tongue, and swam across the water.

At the same time, Li Qinglin was also in the Immortal in the Pot, controlling Three Spikes of Plantain to sort out the spiritual plants planted in the spiritual field.

Li Qinglin seems to be enjoying life.

But he never stopped practicing in private.

He was doing four things at once: practicing martial arts, cultivating the immortality, planting spiritual plants, and hunting Yuanchan, which was rampant in the Nituo River.

And on the other side.

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A beam of light took advantage of the cover of night and quietly entered the city gate.

Ji Yu walked out and looked at the streets which had not yet completely dried up and still had many puddles of water.

"Strange, why did the Hundred-Eyed Yinshu Talisman lead me to this mortal city?"

"A place like this, where the spiritual energy is thin and filled with the energy of evil, is really not a good place for cultivators to cultivate."

"Logically speaking, Han Fei shouldn't come here, right?"

Ji Yu looked puzzled.

Suddenly, Ji Yu turned around and saw four or five figures in robes slowly emerging from the direction of the city gate.

"Master Ji Ze, Master Ming Xiang Du..."

Seeing the appearance of these people, Ji Yu's eyes showed a solemn look.

"Ji boy, come with us."

"Haha, I heard that you have a good personal relationship with Han Fei. I think you should know his whereabouts."

"You and I might as well conspire together to create the fortune of Fenbao Cliff. Now that you have lost the protection of Jingyuan Daxiu, you are no different from a dog that has lost its home. Why do you still work for the Xu family?"

A sinister voice was heard.

Ji Yu was stunned when he heard this.

What was going on? Besides me, why were there so many people looking for Han Fei? How come Han Daoyou, who I had known for more than ten years and was always a loner, honestly farming and not fond of interacting with others, was so popular? !

A moment later, the sound of magic was heard, accompanied by terrified pleas for mercy.

As a ray of light suddenly appeared, everything fell silent.

…

Three days later.

Dongtian River.

After much haste, the group of horse-drawn carriages finally arrived at the Jindukou.

The leading warrior found a boatman and then returned without stopping, escorted the scholars onto the boat, and carefully added charcoal to the stove.

"Your Excellency, this horse is so handsome. It's more spirited than the military horses I saw in the state capital!"

The boatman looked at the foals under the crotch of the crowd, with their strong muscles, shiny hair, and faint blood flowing, and his eyes were filled with envy.

"Haha, this horse is raised on a high-quality pasture, and its bloodline is extraordinary. Its ancestor is a genuine Pegasus, a pet of the gods, and it can travel a thousand miles a day!"

"If we didn't want to cross the river, your boat, no matter how big or fast it was, would just be left behind us!"

Without waiting for the man to answer, the scholar Zhao Yin began to explain in a showy manner.

As they were talking, they vaguely heard some noise coming from the river.

Zhao Yin looked back and saw a black-sailed boat slowly approaching on the broad river.

On the boat, a fisherman was fishing, seeming to be neither asleep nor awake.

It was the country boatman who had refused them a few days ago! Seeing this, everyone was shocked as if they had seen a ghost.

"How come this ship is so fast?!"

(End of this chapter)