Liaozhai Great Sage

A gust of river wind blew by, and the copybook was blown by the wind, instead of falling on the river, it fell on the boat, and stuck to it when it met the water.

"..." Wang Ping was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Wang, you lost your head." Zhu Yu beside him couldn't help laughing.

"I'll write it again." Wang Ping was a little annoyed, turned around and wrote a word "Xiao", and then threw it into the river.

This time he learned the lesson, instead of throwing it away, he stretched out his hand and put the copybook on the river.

"It's done." Wang Ping nodded in satisfaction.

Everyone looked at the Xiaozi floating on the river again, and fell silent for a while.

"The handwriting has changed." A scholar said.

"I see." Wang Ping said.

The river was rippling, and the words on the copybook floating on the river were washed away by the water, and then they were blurred, and the handwriting could no longer be seen clearly.

"There should be no water ghosts now, right?" Zhu Yu asked.

Wang Ping replied: "Yes, maybe, boatman, try sailing again, the water ghost should have escaped."

"I can't open it. I can't open the boat today. Xiao Wu has already fallen. I don't want to fall with him." The boatman was frightened and refused, no matter what, he would never touch the oar again.

"Brother Li, why don't you let your guards try?" Zhu Yu said, "We can't be stuck on the river forever. It's getting late now, and we have to go back to the city."

"That's right, there may be some danger in staying here." Li Xiuyuan felt the seriousness of the matter.

The boatman who fell just now was probably in danger. He motioned to a guard next to him, and then said: "Be careful."

The guard nodded in response, and then took the oars to row.

"There's something under the water." As soon as the escort oars entered the river, they immediately felt a strong pulling force coming from the water.

Fortunately, the guards were prepared and were not pulled down, but they let go, and the oars were dragged directly into the river.

"Water, the water ghost is still there." The boatman stammered in fright.

The guard was also shocked, and did not dare to continue rowing, and quickly retreated from the side of the boat, so as not to accidentally fall into the river.

"Brother Wang, your method won't work." Zhu Yu said.

Wang Ping smiled awkwardly, feeling very embarrassed.

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "If you write an arrogant word, people in the river who don't know about it will think you are scolding it. I'm probably angry now, but your method has reminded me, maybe I can write a Send a letter to communicate with the thing in the river, and see if it can let us go."

After speaking, he went to the desk and started writing.

"Brother Li, you are also proficient in this matter of gods and ghosts? Could it be that you want to draw a Taoist talisman to dispel evil spirits?" Zhu Yu asked.

"I don't know how to draw symbols."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head, and just wrote a line on the rice paper: "Crossing the river is blocked, can you let me go?"

After thinking about it for a while, I added another sentence at the end: Give me some face.

Zhu Yu and the other scholars next to him took a look and were stunned.

"I don't know, try it, maybe the things in the river will give me face." Li Xiuyuan said, then dried the ink and threw the paper into the river.

What is strange is that when his copybook landed on the river, it was neither blown away by the wind nor washed away by the water, but like a tile, it seemed to have weight and sank straight towards the river go down.

Chapter 1 Wujiang Dragon King

After the copybook sank into the river, everything seemed to be the same as usual without any change.

"Brother Li, I thought you knew some talismans to exorcise ghosts and demons, but I didn't expect it to be just a simple letter with vulgar and vulgar words. If there are ghosts and gods entrenched in the river, I'm afraid it's wrong to see Brother Li's copybook. But if you don't let it go, you will be even more angry." Seeing this, scholar Zhu Yu couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

He had never seen such a way to survive.

Give a face?

It would be hell if it worked.

Wang Ping, who had no effect in writing xiaozi before, also smiled at this moment: "Brother Li, the water ghosts in the river are not reasonable. If the water ghosts can sell face to Brother Li, then I really want to see it."

"Give me some face! Hehe, interesting, interesting, I didn't expect this brother to be a funny person." The scholar next to him also laughed.

I just think this incident will become an interesting event in the future, and it is worth sharing with other book friends and colleagues in the future.

Li Xiuyuan smiled indifferently and didn't say much.

But at this moment, the painting boat parked motionless on the river suddenly shook violently.

Everyone on the boat shook violently and almost fell to the ground. Two scholars were even more unlucky when they bumped into the painting boat and almost passed out.

"No, it must be that the ghosts and gods in the water are angry." The boatman said tremblingly, his face pale with fright.

"Brother Li, your copybook stimulated the ghosts and gods. The ghosts and gods are afraid to capsize the boat. You see, you made this." Zhu Yu was also a little startled, and accused Li Xiuyuan.

Li Xiuyuan didn't speak, but felt that the gust of wind blowing over the river had disappeared.

It stands to reason that this is a good omen. How could the painting boat be hit suddenly again?

"Young master, you're going to be okay." Xiaodie tightly grasped the corner of his clothes in fright, and said nervously and fearfully.

Du Chunhua didn't speak, but unknowingly hid behind her young master.

The two maidservants were frightened, subconsciously relying on the young master beside them.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Li Xiuyuan reassured him, and he frowned slightly, showing no fear.

Could it be that the ghosts and gods in the river really don't want to sell this face to themselves, and they will stop this boat with life or death?

Zhu Yu said at this moment: "Brother Li, hurry up and write a letter expressing your apology and throw it into the river to appease the anger of the ghosts and gods in the river. Otherwise, if the boat capsizes, all of us may suffer."

"That's right, even though you don't talk about ghosts and gods, you still can't lose your respect for ghosts and gods. Brother Li, you should apologize to the ghosts and gods in the river." Some scholars also persuaded.

Li Xiuyuan was about to say something, but suddenly the painting boat moved without anyone rowing.

"Boat, the boat moved." The boatman said in surprise.

I saw ripples rippling near the painting boat, and the whole boat sailed towards the opposite bank of the river without slowing down.

Everyone suddenly opened their eyes wide, their faces full of disbelief.

There is no one to row this painting boat, with or without sails, how can it sail by itself?