Play as Fahai at the beginning of Xiuxian Battlefield

"I really want to cross this river, but the river is so wide that I can't."

The old boatman nodded, coughed twice, and said, "Ahem! The old man will send the two of you across the river."

"Amitabha!" Chen Fengxiao waved his sleeves and said, "The little monk is a monk, and he has no possessions. I'm afraid he doesn't have any money to give to the benefactor to pay for the boat!"

"Little master, you are welcome. The old man is a person who is about to enter the earth, so what's the use of those hard-working money! The old man rowed a boat to ferry people, just to accumulate some good fruits, and he has nothing else to ask for... Cough cough!"

The old punter waved his hand, said with a smile to Chen Feng, the eyes on the old face were also a bit cloudy, and there was a faint twilight in his body.

"The little monk will be the old benefactor. If you do good deeds all day long, you will surely get good results!"

"My Buddha is merciful!"

Chen Fengxiao saluted with one hand, and then stepped onto the boat.

Although the appearance of this small boat looks a bit old and small, after standing on it, it is quite stable, as if it is still standing on land.

Chen Fengxiao boarded the boat, and Liu Ruoyun followed closely behind.

After stepping onto the bow of the boat, she hurriedly bowed to the old boatman while covering the rain with the leaves:

"Thank you, grandpa! A good person like you will surely live a long life!"

Hearing what Liu Ruoyun said, the old boatman suddenly laughed, and said with a cough in his smile:

"Ahem...haha...thank you, little girl, but the old man is already over a hundred years old! Hahaha...cough cough cough!"

"Ah! Uh..." Upon hearing this, Liu Ruoyun blushed immediately, then hurriedly raised her hand and patted her purplish mouth, waved her hand and said:

"Oh, grandpa, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry! I was wrong, you should live two hundred years longer... No, no, you should be as blessed as the East China Sea, and live longer than Nanshan!"

Seeing Liu Ruoyun's flustered appearance, the old man waved his hands and said with a smile:

"Oh, the little girl has a heart, a heart! Hehehe! It's raining so hard, go inside quickly, don't get wet!"

Liu Ruoyun smiled shyly, and then ran into the canopy carrying the leaves.

As soon as she entered the canopy, she immediately felt a gust of warm air blowing towards her face.

Then I saw a small stove in the middle of the boat canopy.

There was a kettle standing on top of the stove, and the spout of the kettle was steaming non-stop.

"Little girl, the weather is getting cold. The old man boiled some ginger water inside. There is a tea bowl next to the stove. You can drink some to keep out the cold!"

As soon as he walked into the canopy, the old voice of the old man who punted outside came in.

"Okay, thank you so much!"

Being in the canopy of the boat, Liu Ruoyun's body is warm at the moment, and her heart is also warm, she replied loudly.

The boat pushed away the waves, and the bamboo poles slid through the water, and there was a "squeaky" sound.

Liu Ruoyun was sitting in the warm boat canopy, holding a tea bowl in both hands, drinking ginger water in small sips.

On the bow of the boat, Chen Feng smiled and stood with his stick.

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Azure Star, Great Xia Kingdom, Chen Fengxiao's live broadcast room.

With the appearance of this boat and the old man on board.

As for the speculation about the identity of the old man, there is a heated discussion on the barrage at the moment.

"Believe it or not, this old man is definitely a monster! And when the boat reaches the center and enters the white mist, he will definitely attack!"

"You upstairs are also writing scripts! Otherwise, why do you think exactly the same as me!"

"That's too obvious! How the hell are you, a centenarian old man, able to come out and punter people! If he wasn't a monster, I'd eat this computer screen live!"

"Good guy, you cheated and cheated to come here! I've already taken a screenshot! Don't go back on your word!"

"This old man is a monster. There is no doubt about it. What is not clear now is whether he is a good monster or a bad monster!"

"I think he should be good! Listening to the tone of his conversation with Liu Ruoyun, he doesn't look like a bad guy!"

"Football! Wrong, and very wrong! It's because of his behavior that I'm sure he must be a bad guy!"

"Huh? Why!"

"It's so cold, and there is still rain, the white mist is not formed by the weather at first glance! If it is not formed by the weather, then it must be the old man's fault! Moreover, he is in such a hurry to let others drink water, so Jiang The water is [-]% problematic! Do you need to say more about it?"

"This... is a bit far-fetched, isn't it? There's nothing to say about the mist, he probably made it, but couldn't he bring the ginger water to people to keep out the cold? Do monsters still use poison to deal with people!"

"Whoever stipulates that monsters can't use poison! You are not a monster, how do you know what the monster thinks?"

"Yes, you are not a monster! Then why are you so sure!"

"Hey, you're the reincarnation of a bully!"

"If you can't say it, you can say that people are bad guys! It's funny!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing! The boat is about to enter the white mist, and we'll know right away whether it's good or bad!"

In the picture, the old man punter skillfully held the long bamboo pole and supported it vigorously. After a while, the boat sailed into the white mist!

Chapter 183 Purdue Cihang! (Tickets requested!)

The big river is rushing, and the white mist is vast.

On a small boat, a hunched old man in a coir raincoat was using the long bamboo pole in his hand to support and move the boat under his feet.

The boat ran across the flowing water, like a long knife slipping into a big river, without the slightest sense of stagnation.

Although the boat was neither fast nor slow, the advantage was that it moved smoothly and smoothly, as if standing on land, without the slightest sense of being upside down.

The old punter used the bamboo pole in his hand very skillfully. After reaching the bottom of the river, he pushed it hard, then quickly picked it up, and quickly switched to the other side of the river, continuing to repeat the previous action.

Chen Fengxiao stood quietly on the bow of the boat, facing the drizzle, silently watching the series of movements of the old man on the boat, without saying a word.

The boat moved forward slowly, slipped through the river, and slowly entered the vast white mist.

In this mist, the sight range of an ordinary person is only a short two or three meters.

Chen Feng smiled and looked at the old man who punted the boat, and said softly, "Old benefactor, it's so foggy, I need my little monk's help!"

"No, no, no! How can you bother the little master, the old man is very familiar with this place, and it will be over soon."