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"Amitabha, Lord Bai, we are destined to see each other again." Monk Wu Xin put his hands together and said calmly.

"Both of you, I believe we will meet again one day! Take care, both of you!" Chu He said with a smile, turned and walked into the distance.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly seemed to feel something, and looked back at the city wall, but saw nothing.

"Miss, Master Bailong is leaving, why don't you go down and say goodbye to him!" In a hidden corner of the city wall, Cai Ling looked at Li Zhuqing in front of him.

At this moment, Li Zhuqing was still wearing the same men's clothes as when she visited Chu He before, she said flatly, "No need, I said goodbye last time, meeting again will only add to the sadness."

"Today is the appearance of going to the capital with Teacher Longxi, Cailing, remember to call me son from now on, you know?" Li Zhuqing looked at the place where Chu He disappeared, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Understood, son, let's go back then?" Cai Ling said cautiously.

"En." Responding lightly, Li Zhuqing turned around and walked into the city. From now on, she will enter the capital as "Mr. Green Bamboo" and study at Guoshi Academy as a disciple of Mr. Longxi.

"I will definitely catch up with you!" Li Zhuqing secretly said in his heart.

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Chu He hurried on his way, and gradually came to the edge of Pingjiang.

"Strange, why aren't there many people crossing the river today?" Chu He looked at the few figures on both sides, feeling a little puzzled.

The weather gradually became gloomy, and thick clouds covered the sun in the sky.

"Second brother, why are you in such a hurry to cross the river today?" asked a man in his thirties by the river who looked like he was big and three thick.

"Hey, my family is sick. When I went to Linjiang County to get medicine, I didn't have any medicine. I had to go to Pingyang City to get it. If it wasn't for something wrong with my family, who would cross the river at this time!" A middle-aged man with a beard on his face answered.

"I heard that the river god will come up to patrol the river during these few days of every month, are you not afraid of being caught by the river god?"

"The Pingjiang River is so big, the River God can't just patrol here, right? Besides, the ferryman this time is a veteran, and he often takes the ferry on this day when the River God patrols the river, so he hasn't encountered any troubles!"

"It's just that these boatmen are too rigid, and they are unwilling to cross the river today, otherwise we wouldn't have to spend such a big price to cross the river."

Chu He listened quietly at the side, and walked forward to chat with the two out of curiosity.

"Brothers, I've been listening to you talking about river gods patrolling the river just now, what's going on?" Chu He asked.

"My little brother, I see that you are so unfamiliar that you don't seem to be a person who lives by the Pingjiang River. I'm afraid you don't know what happened on the Pingjiang River recently?" said the man in his thirties.

"To be honest, big brother, I just came over from the river some time ago, and now I want to go back, so I don't know what happened in Pingjiang recently." Chu He said honestly, he also just traveled here not long ago, and his predecessor was another person who didn't learn. The incompetent dude naturally didn't know much about what happened in Pingjiang recently.

"That's right, little brother, in the past six months in our Pingjiang River, a river god appeared in the river!" the man said in a low voice.

"It has been going on for several months. Every fifteenth day, the river god will swim to the river to patrol the river. I heard that several boats crossing the river were hit and sunk by him, and many people died. In the Pingjiang River, anyway, the rumors became more and more mysterious, and finally everyone agreed that it is not suitable to cross the river on the fifteenth day." The man introduced this so-called "river god" to Chu He.

"Swim up the river on the fifteenth of every month? Hit and sink a ship?" Chu He frowned. This river god sounds a little irritable.

But without seeing it with his own eyes, Chu He couldn't jump to conclusions.

"Then why do you guys still have to cross the river? Isn't there supposed to be no boat owner?" Chu He asked curiously.

"You don't know about this little brother. There is an old boatman on the Pingjiang River. He has been crossing this ferry for decades and has never made a mistake. Since the appearance of the river god, there is only this old boatman. The boatman dared to cross the river, it is strange to say that although this old boatman has met the river god, he has never had a single incident!" The man revealed to Chu He.

"It is also because of this veteran boatman that those of us who are in a hurry dare to cross the river on this day." The bearded man next to him also came over.

"Then this old boatman is really a strange person!" Chu He laughed.

"Well, it's true, it's just that when he crossed the river, the price he charged was too high. It's really dark. If it wasn't for an urgent matter, who would take his boat!"

"If you don't want to take the old man's boat, then you can go there tomorrow, and the old man won't force you!" While the few people were talking, a voice came from the river, Chu He turned his head and saw that it was a Xiaoyujian came unsteadily from the river.

"Oh, old man, I was joking just now. Who doesn't know that you are the most kind-hearted person on the Pingjiang River. You are the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva at the risk of crossing people..." The bearded man saw When the master came, he quickly changed his words, and praised the boatman on the boatman's head as if he didn't want money, but Chu He was dumbfounded.

"Second brother, why are you playing around with the wind?" the middle-aged man whispered.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My name is to know the current affairs. Now we have to ask others, so naturally we can't be so rigid!" The bearded man also said in a low voice.

"Okay, this old man is just an ordinary person living on the river, not as noble as you say!" Gradually, the small sampan approached the shore, and Chu He also saw the appearance of the boatman.

This is an old man in his sixties, with a bamboo hat on his head and a coir raincoat on his body. Most of his beard has turned white, but the muscles on his body are exposed, which are as hard as steel piece by piece. It gives people a very difficult feeling to provoke. It is estimated that no one dared to provoke him after being on the river for so long because of his muscles.

There are deep wrinkles on the face, full of traces of the years, and a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes, one can tell that there is a story at a glance.

"Guest officers, if you want to cross the river, hurry up and get on the boat, thirty taels per person, and prepare your own food!" The ferryman shouted, beckoning everyone to get on the boat quickly.