Chapter 170 The hero draws his sword

"Sit tight and let's go——"

There was a shout to start the boat, and the old boatman carried a long pole and gently propped it on the river bed. There were more than a dozen people sitting on the ferry boat, like a willow leaf, gently fluttering, and swaying towards the center of the river.

An expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.

As soon as the old man showed his ability, the passengers who were a little worried at first felt much more at ease.

When the ferry sailed out of the remote river bank, the river suddenly became lively.

There are yellow duck boats with single oars and no sculls, colorful boats for rafting and singing, fishing boats filled with cormorants, and merchant ships with sails hanging... there are countless boats.

It is rumored that the water demon incident in Chengye never happened.

Mo Chuan looked at the broad river and felt a different emotion in his heart.

As an out-and-out landlubber, he rarely comes into contact with rivers and lakes. His most intimate contact is just walking barefoot on the beach.

Therefore, looking at the broad river surface, I actually felt a little timid in my heart.

This made him smile freely.

If Taoism is effective, the art of drinking water will surely disgust him.

"Hey hey hey... we're about to hit him!"

While I was thinking wildly, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the boat. I followed the sound and saw a large ship rushing towards me.

It looks amazing.

However, based on Mo Chuan's eyesight, they couldn't collide with each other at their speed.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! You won't hit me!"

Sure enough, the old boatman did not take any evasive action. He spoke to comfort the two boats and allowed the two boats to pass each other one after the other.

"call--"

The passengers breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, the real danger came quietly, and the ferry suddenly bumped under their feet.

Regular passengers on the boat held on to the hull and resisted silently.

As for the new guests, their faces were pale and they were shouting.

"Damn bearded man, he is rushing to reincarnate into the sky."

The old boatman muttered curses and held the pole with both hands to steady the boat.

It turned out that this jolt was caused by the ferry riding on the rudder line of the merchant ship, commonly known as a string of bells.

At this time, the water situation is the most complicated. The best way is to tie the rudder and stay still. Don't fight with the water. Wait until the water surface calms down and the crisis will be resolved.

The ferry had no rudder and relied entirely on the boatman's long pole. It looked swaying, but it didn't take long for the ferry to cross without any danger.

Mo Chuan didn't understand the nature of water, but he also saw some real skills and praised: "Old man, good work!"

Probably rarely praised by others, the old boatman smiled brightly and even the wrinkles on his face appeared.

"Master Tao is so flattering. I'm not bragging to you. I got on the boat with my father when I was eight years old and have been operating the boat for about thirty years. This is not really a skill. When the ghost stops screaming, that's when the real skill will be realized."

"The ghost doesn't scream?" Mo Chuan looked suspicious.

"It is a dangerous shoal with countless whirlpools and reefs. When you walk up it, there will be whirlpools and bubbles, squeezing each other like millstones. If you step on it accidentally, no matter how big a ship is, it will be pushed to the bottom of the water."

"Yo, that sounds dangerous!"

"No!"

"Then how to get here?"

"It's hard to say it's not easy, but it's not easy to say it's easy either. It's just a matter of rolling over on a whirling wheel."

While chatting, the ferry boat went down the river.

In just a few words of small talk, Yancheng was already left behind and could not be seen again.

The number of boats on the river gradually decreased, and there were only a few merchant ships at the end of the field of vision, like solitary lights and ghostly shadows.

The ship was full of passengers, and after experiencing the initial bumps, they gradually got used to it.

There were people looking around and whispering;

Some people close their eyes and pretend to sleep.

While chatting, Mo Chuan gradually became warm to the old boatman.

"Old man, I saw a lot of merchant ships offering sacrifices on the pier. I heard that the Chengye River has been haunted by water ghosts recently. Is this possible?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the ferry suddenly fell silent.

The passengers on the boat were either curious or horrified and looked over.

"Hey, it's just spreading rumors!"

The old boatman waved his hand and smiled, and while adjusting the hull of the boat, he talked eloquently:

"There are three hardships to survive in the world. Running a boat and forging iron is grinding tofu. Where is there no shipwreck in the Chengye River, and in which month is there no shipwreck? Is it possible that it is all caused by water ghosts?"

"Then the theory of water ghosts can't be groundless, right?" Mo Chuan asked curiously.

"Master Dao, I don't know. A few days ago, the Chengye River swelled and the water situation changed drastically. Many old masters suffered losses. How can novices fare better? When the prince ascends to heaven, has it not become a common thing for Guan Gong to pick up his robe?"

——This "Prince ascends to heaven" and "Guan Gong picks up his robe" are taboo words for boatmen. A ship sinks and its cargo is damaged, and a penny-pinned bomb falls into the water.

"This isn't the flood season either. Why is the water rising despite everything going well?"

"Hey, it's not Huitong Zen Temple's fault!"

The old boatman smiled coldly, and an exclamation came from the side: "Does the boatman also know about Huitong Temple?"

When I took a quick look, I saw that he was a farm man. He heard that he was familiar with the place, so he interrupted excitedly.

The old boatman laughed and said: "Look at what my brother said, we will send ferries to pick up passengers from all over the world, and we will be well-informed!"

Another middle-aged man wearing satin and looking like a wealthy businessman interrupted curiously: "Hey, what happened to Huitong Temple? Why is it still related to Chengye River?"

The old man didn't say anything, but the peasant man was so excited that his saliva began to fly.

"I know this. I am from Fenghe County. Let me tell you, this is a big event that is famous in all the villages and towns in Fenghe County."

"It is said that the old bald donkeys who ate coriander at Huitong Zen Temple did something outrageous and outrageous. They angered the Sea Dragon King and flooded the temple overnight, turning the Zen temple into ruins. Don't you know?

, the water flooded thousands of miles, reaching the base of Fenghe City Wall, and thousands of miles of fertile farmland were destroyed..."

When the farm boy gets excited, he subconsciously stands up and gestures.

It wasn't until the hull of the boat shook that he turned pale in fright and quickly sat down again.

"Ah, is this really true?"

"I can still lie to you. If you don't believe me, just ask the locals."

The peasant man pointed to the ship full of passengers.

No, most of the dozen or so passengers looked confused.

The information channels are obviously closed, making it unclear even what happened in nearby counties.

However, some people replied: "I have heard about this! However, I heard that this was a master from Huitong Zen Temple who was undergoing a tribulation and suffered a water disaster."

The farmer asked: "Why is the flood so severe that it not only destroyed the Zen temple, but also flooded the monk's field?"

Before the farmer man could argue with anyone, the businessman who asked the question sighed: "So, the surge in the Chengye River was caused by the flood that flooded the Huitong Temple?"

The old man replied: "No, around the end of the year, there is neither snow nor rain. Apart from the flood, the old man really can't think of any other reason?"

Mo Chuan, who had been chatting enthusiastically, closed his mouth.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at the unobstructed view of the river, his face expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Once a hero draws his sword, another ten years of calamity will befall the common people!"

The businessman sighed quietly.

Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes and became even more silent.

"This, what does this mean?"

The peasant man looked confused and asked subconsciously.

"Nothing, I'm just feeling sorry for the evil done by the Sea Dragon King!"

"Be careful what you say!"

The old boatman, who had always looked like an old man who was neither in a hurry nor too slow, suddenly became anxious and hissed non-stop.

But it was the sound of "Sea Dragon King" that violated the boatman's taboo.

"Hey, you can't say that! Huitong Zen Temple sits on thousands of acres of fertile land. When a flood came, the temple was gone, the land deed was lost, and the county boss was beheaded. I heard that those fertile lands will be redistributed to us.

Where are the people!"

"Is there anything else?"

"I don't know very well, I heard people say so. It is said that the new master is a scholar, and he wants to set up a business to spread the land... Anyway, it probably means dividing the land."

"That's it!"

The businessman nodded, then asked for some details, and then said no more.

Mo Chuan had already lost interest in talking and sat alone on the bow of the boat, looking at the water and silent.
Chapter completed!