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Three days later, the convoy arrived at Hanshuidu.

Hanshuidu is a small town, with more than 100 families living on the shore. Along the river, a ferry was built. A few bluestone slabs are built into a simple street. On both sides of the street, there are several shops and an inn.

And the only Han inn in the town has become the place where Ma Ye and his party stayed. He had to negotiate with people and would return with his chariot and horses two days later. Father Hong, Chang Jiangshi and others followed to the ferry, and only Mr. Wu and the barbarian were left in the guest room. Although Mr. Wu has walked on the ground, his legs are still inconvenient. So the barbarian took the initiative to stay and take care of it, quite thoughtful and meticulous.

The rooms were dark and stuffy, with only the small windows in the courtyard letting in the light.

Mr. Wu sat at the table in front of the window, playing with a wooden stick in his hand. The wooden staff is cut from willow wood, seven or eight minutes thick, straight and smooth, and it is easy to hold it.

At this time, he has faded the tattered on his body, put on a moon-white robe, and then washed it, the whole person looks white and delicate, coupled with a bit of heroism between his eyebrows, it can be called a sweep away the decadence of the past few years, and he has the style of changing the old appearance into a new look. At least compared to the down-and-out Mr. back then, he is a little more free and calm, only the appearance of illness and sorrow, as if he has not woken up from the repeated disasters.

"I saw that my husband had difficulty walking, so I made my own opinion......"

The barbarian stood aside, a little cramped and uneasy.

Wuyi paused on the ground with the wooden staff in his hand, and said: "The barbarian has a heart...... his voice did not fall, and his eyes raised: "Your real name is Barbarian, and you have no surname?"

A smile appeared on the thin face of the barbarian: "I have a surname, called Feng Fuji, because I am dull and willful, I have a nickname ......."

Wuyi nodded abruptly and signaled: "Just go play, don't accompany me!"

The barbarian stood still and slowly lowered his head: "Mr. Wu, you are going to leave by boat in two days?"

Blameless wondered: "So what? If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly, why are you so twisted......

The barbarian bit his lip and raised his head suddenly: "Sir, I don't know if I can cultivate immortals?" and before he opened his mouth, he gasped again and hurriedly lowered his head, but the eagerness in his eyes was already revealed.

Blameless was surprised: "Oh...... You want to cultivate immortals......"

The barbarian suddenly "plopped" to his knees, and fell to the ground with his hands: "The barbarian begs Mr. to be accepted as a disciple...... He kowtowed his head "Dongdong", firm and reverent.

Wu Yi was taken aback, but fortunately, the stool under his ass was quite stable, he frowned slightly, and grinned: "You are kowtowing eight hundred heads, and it is useless......"

The barbarian raised his head with a head of dust, and his eyes were full of loss and incomprehension.

Holding the wooden staff, he said as if he had nothing to do with himself: "I am not a monk...... Alas, you don't believe it, I don't even know how to cultivate......"

The barbarian knelt upright, his expression full of grievances and stubbornness.

Wu Yi smiled faintly: "Is it that if I don't promise you, I won't get up?" This method is old-fashioned......

The barbarian didn't think of his sincerity, in exchange for only teasing, his eyes were stunned, and the corners of his mouth actually bit bloodshots.

The guest room was already small and stuffy, and the stalemate between the two of them was even more cramped.

Wuyi shook his head and said perfunctorily: "If you want to cultivate immortals, find the immortal gate...... Well, the fairy gate is not easy to find...... Then tell me, why do you want to cultivate immortals?"

The barbarian thought that Mr. Wu was relieved, and his eyes flashed: "The barbarian doesn't want to live like this, he doesn't want to be helpless in the face of danger, the barbarian wants to be a capable person......"

He has dreams, but he doesn't know how to say them, and in a hurry, he is a little incoherent.

Blameless said casually: "You want to kill demons and eliminate demons, Kuang Tiandao, you want to dominate the world, and smile proudly, isn't it? Hmph, I still want to, but now it's nine deaths, and even the beloved fairy ......can't see it."

In the eyes of the barbarian, Mr. Wu is an unfathomable immortal, omnipotent, full of justice, but unexpectedly, the words he said were so ridiculous and not serious.

And after living for eighteen years, it was the first time to beg for someone like this, and in addition to teasing, it was teasing.

He stopped pressing, slowly stood up, wiped the tears from his eyes, and turned sharply and walked out the door.

"This kid, why is he still crying, I'm telling the truth......"

Wuyi put away his smile, hesitated slightly, and the wooden staff paused to the ground, and said angrily: "Give me back......"

......

After a stick of incense, the barbarian returned, holding a stack of paper and pens in his arms, with irrepressible joy on his face.

And Wu Ji sat at the table obliquely, with his hands on his cheeks, his eyes squinted, and said listlessly: "I don't accept you as an apprentice, and I don't care if you have a spiritual root, since you are dead and arrogant, I will pass on your two hundred years of cultivation from generation to generation." And if you can't read it, you can only transcribe it on paper. Anyway, are you literate?"

The barbarian came and went, and he understood the difference of Mr. Wu, so he hurriedly put the pen and paper on the table, and replied respectfully: "I have been to school for two years, and I can recognize hundreds of words, but I can't write them......"

Blameless lay down on the table, and said weakly: "Set up the pen and paper, guard the door, don't let people in, and then let Ma Ye instruct the cook to prepare the best dishes and tea...... I don't drink!"

The brute bowed and ran out happily.

"Yuan Ling, aren't you looking for a successor? Since I promised you, it's that kid anyway, but it's a pity that I still have to write with a pen, and my life is hard......"

Blameless sat at the table, looking depressed.

The barbarian may be able to write a few words, and if he wants to write 10,000 words in two days, I am afraid that it will be enough to choke, and in the end he will have to be the master himself. And although his injuries are gradually healing, his limbs are still difficult to use!

Wu Yi put down the wooden cane, about to grab the pen, and then his eyes rolled, and the pen shaft close at hand had flown up with his consciousness, and then dipped in ink, hung in the air, and gently fell on the paper, and then the pen walked away from the snake. Chance attempt, but there is an unexpected gain. He turned around and lay on the bed, with an extra jade slip in his hand. The pen on the table continued to stop, and the contents of the Yuan Ling Codex were written on the paper one by one. When the paper is full, focus on two purposes, turn the page and move it to the side, and then the pen is still ......

For two days in a row, Mr. Wu was closed.

The barbarian, on the other hand, stood guard in front of the door and did not let anyone get close to him. Even Ma Ye asked the reason, and he refused to confide half a word. Replaced by Ning Er, he simply glared at each other angrily. When eating, he also sends it in and out. When the lamp was in hand, he simply sat down in front of the door and dozed off, ignoring the mosquito bites, and devoted himself to the errand of keeping vigil.

In the early morning of the third day, Ma Ye and others came to Mr. Wu's door again. Seeing that the door of the room was wide open, Mr. Wu in the room sat at the table, while the barbarian was kneeling on the ground and stretched out his hands, as if holding a thick pile of paper. The people did not know why, so they had to stand outside the door and wait.

Wu Zhi ignored the movement outside the door, and said to himself: "Don't worship me, it is Yuan Ling who should be worshipped." Remember, you are the descendant of the Yuan Spirit, and the 10,000-character scripture in your hand is the result of his lifelong cultivation. As for what will happen in the future, it depends on the creation!"

The barbarian held the scripture manuscript in his arms, his hands trembling a little, and his thin cheeks were inexplicably flushed. He nodded emphatically and said loudly: "The disciple will pass on Master Yuanling's scripture cultivation, but I don't know what the name of the exercise is?"

Wuyi waved his hand: "I don't know, get up......"

The barbarian looked down at the scriptures and said with great ambition: "When my father was alive, he said that everything must be done with heart. Master Yuanling's scriptures are called Yuanling Heart Sutra......"

Yuan Ling Heart Sutra?

Wu Yi was slightly stunned and didn't think much about it.

The barbarian had already hidden the scriptures in his arms, and then he knocked his head a few times with a "bang", and then stood up and said solemnly: "From now on, Mr. will be the only uncle!"

Blameless hurriedly said: "You kid, I don't have your eldest nephew......"

It's the master again, it's the uncle again, and the people outside the door are even more confused, but they look at the barbarian. That stupid boy was able to climb up to Mr. Wu's friendship, but he couldn't wait for it in the future.

Ma Ye spoke out at the right time: "Mr. Wu, entrusted by you, I didn't make a noise, and now I have found a big boat to Yishui, and I will set off in half an hour." And I'll wait for the rest of us to return to ......."

Wuyi sat still and said with a smile: "Thank you Ma Ye for your success, dare to ask you how the harvest of the sale is?"

Chang Shi and Da Lang looked at each other, and there was some worry in their expressions.

Father Hong leaned against the door and shook his head again and again: "The small income is not worth mentioning! Ma Ye, and give Mr. Wu a coiled ......."

Ma Ye understood, and took out a prepared cloth bag from his arms. And before he could step forward, there was a bunch of golden dazzling things on the ground.

Exclaimed: "Mother, this is a lot of gold......"

Father Hong almost fell into the door, hurriedly held on to the door frame, and affirmed: "Red gold, full of red gold! I'm afraid there are not hundreds of taels, which is enough to make a ......living for you and me for seven and a half lives."

Ma Ye was at a loss: "Mr. Wu, what does this mean......"

He said with a smile: "Ma Ye is not only warm-hearted, but also quite prescient, this time he will see blood and make money, he will definitely make a fortune in the city! I have no long things left, only gold, I wanted to repay you ten times the harvest, in order to repay the grace of rescue......" He said no more, stood up with a wooden cane, and urged: "Go, go, and see what the big boat looks like......

......

Hanshui ferry, a group of people walked.

The leader was a young man, dressed as a scholar. I saw him dressed in a white shirt, with a scarf on his head, a delicate face, and an extraordinary demeanor. Especially under his sword eyebrows, his smart eyes are bright. It's just that he is holding a wooden cane in his hand, and he walks step by step, as if he is physically disabled, and as if he is seriously ill.

followed by seven men, all in good spirits. And one of the men with red eyes was counting down the old people who were traveling with him, complaining that the other party was not telling the truth. The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and taught him to be content......

On the banks of the river, several boats are docked.

One of the ships, about five or six feet long, had a deck full of cargo, and the sails had already been hoisted on the mast, as if it were about to set off. In front of the bamboo shed at the bow of the boat, there are four or five figures, led by a middle-aged couple, who are looking up with their hands covering their foreheads.

Ma Ye took two steps first, raised his hand and signaled: "That's the boat shopkeeper Lao Ji and his family, they are very good people, and they promised to take Mr. Wu to Yishui ......."

While talking, a man and a woman were ushered in from the springboard.

The man is in his thirties, bearded, rough hands and feet, very strong, haha laughed and said: "Master Ma, this is Mr. Wu......"

The woman is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a cloth skirt, wrapped in a plain head, her face is slightly dark, but her big eyes are quite delicate and expressive. She looked up and down at the man in white in front of her, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Oh, good person, why is he a cripple, what bad things have you done, God is the fairest, the ancients are honest and don't deceive me!"

The man in white is none other than Blameless. He took a step before he could stand firm, and hurriedly grabbed the wooden staff......