With a red official robe on display, he walked out, followed by two people behind him, one of whom was holding the divine spear Lei Wu, who was the younger generation disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect, the Wu tribe.
There is another person with arms wrapped around his chest. He has a beautiful face, jade face and red lips, making him a Baili fairy with a male and a female look.
For some reason, he also followed him into the Ghost Mountain. His injuries were simply treated and his complexion was not too bad.
Ying Xiu pushed aside the forest leaves in front of him, and his dark eyes fell on Meng Zifei. He frowned slightly, but soon relaxed, nodded slightly to him as a greeting, and then came to the river monument. Down.
There was fog on the river, and you could only vaguely see the boat fire undulating in the thick fog.
The people who survived bowed down and saluted him, respectfully saying: "I have met His Highness the Crown Prince."
"No need to be polite." Ying Xiu opened his palms towards the black jackdaw on the river monument. The jackdaw neighed twice, opened its sharp beak, and spit out a small grape seed.
He glanced at the boat fire in the river mist, remained silent for a moment, and then threw the grape seeds in his hand into the Little Forgotten River.
The vines were dancing lightly on the bottom of the river. The scene was exactly the same as before. The water-soaked dark wooden vines were twisted into a large boat, floating on the river bank.
Seeing this scene, everyone showed strange expressions.
It turned out to be another ghost boat? !
This ghost boat was probably left by Empress Zhongyou who loved her son very much.
According to rumors, the empress Ying Ji traveled freely to the Nine Netherworlds, picked a grape from the vine on the bank of the River Styx, and transformed it into a ship that could cross the River of Forgetfulness and be invulnerable to all ghosts, and could accommodate three thousand people in the imperial city. people.
Thinking of this, they couldn't help but secretly sigh. Although Prince Zhongyou was extremely talented, he was still too young after all. He inherited the Underworld Ghost Boat, and what he created was only the size of an ordinary passenger ship, which could accommodate a dozen people. It's a bit crowded.
It is not like the painted boat that was summoned just now. Although it is a bit old, the built-in building of the boat has other things, and it is probably more than enough to accommodate a hundred people.
However, being able to ignore the rule of crossing the river that the river monument presses the moon is already very remarkable.
Baili Xianxian patted Yingxiu's shoulder and said with a smile: "Your boat is big enough anyway, why don't you give me a ride, and I, Baili Xianxian, owe you a favor."
Ying Xiu looked at his indistinguishable androgynous face and felt extremely uncomfortable. He said dryly: "Uncle Qiao has taken care of me in every possible way since I was a child. If you want to get on the boat to cross the river, just go up there. Where can you go?" Talk about owing a favor.”
Baili Xianxian, however, didn't listen to him at all. He imitated Fang Geyu's unique strange accent and clicked his tongue twice, saying: "I found that you are really awkward. When you thought I was a woman, you chased after me. I came here in a hurry to break off the engagement, and now I say frankly that I am a man, yet you put on such a regretful expression again."
A vein suddenly appeared on Ying Xiu's forehead, and he looked unhappy. He was too lazy to pay attention to him. He looked around at everyone, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Not long ago, I saw the light of red lotus karma fire in the distance. But Su Jing is here?"
Everyone looked at each other in admiration, and then they remembered that two hundred years ago, Tianxi and Taixuan had a marriage.
Later, it ended in failure due to the involvement of the man from Cangwu Palace.
In the end, the relationship between the three sects became very stiff, and even the Zhongyou Dynasty, which was about to slowly move closer to the Baijia Immortal Sect, once again returned to a neutral and indifferent attitude.
No one dared to answer such a sensitive question.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you, looking embarrassed.
Ying Xiu gradually became impatient and was about to get on the boat. At this time, Meng Zifei spoke warmly and said: "Your Highness, Su Jing was indeed here not long ago, but after killing the demon in the river, he left by boat. .”
Ying Xiu looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that Meng Zifei would take the initiative to talk to him.
Seeing his appearance, he seemed not to want to communicate too deeply with Meng Zifei. He was silent for a moment, but still couldn't hold it back and asked in a low voice: "I met Su Jing once in Ghost Mountain. She was taken by a young man at that time. Still unconscious."
Meng Zifei smiled slightly and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, Miss Su has woken up without any problems."
Ying Xiu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Anyway, I want to cross the river to capture Yougui Lang. There are still some people left on the boat. Mr. Meng, you have to go with us."
The unexpected invitation made Meng Zifei at a loss. He subconsciously hid the sword and whisk behind his back, as if he didn't want Ying Xiu to see his unsightly past.
Even the surprise was cautious. He asked in a low voice: "I...can I board the ship with you?"
Seeing him like this, Ying Xiu had a complicated mood. He sighed and said, "Find a few more people and come up together."
He didn't mind if he brought someone along with him, not just because he was confident that no one but himself could conquer Yugui Lang.
What's more important is that most of the monks who can reach this small river of forgetfulness by virtue of their own strength are people from well-known families with a certain background.
If he can be gentle and win over one or two, it will be of great benefit to him and not a single harm to his future path.
Under Meng Zifei's selection, he chose ten companions and boarded the Underworld Ghost Boat with gratitude.
"His Royal Highness is so humble, it really puts us to shame."
"Young Master Ying has a broad mind. We never imagined that we would be so lucky in this life to be able to climb this deep treasure."
"We are both characters living in legends, but Miss Su Jing is not as grand as a man. I looked at the Underworld Ghost Boat she summoned. It can accommodate a hundred people, but she only took a few people away."
"Hey, I don't want to hear what you are saying. Miss Su Jing is such a divine personage. How can you and me, ordinary mortals, be able to get close to her? How dare you even think about being in the same boat with her?"
Sitting on the bow of the boat, Ying Xiu's back was stiff and his expression was a little ugly: "You said... Su Jing also summoned a Underworld Ghost Boat, and it can accommodate a hundred people?"
Being able to control the ghost and fairy weapon has always been something he is proud of. Although he cannot turn into a ship with spiritual power like his mother, being able to turn into a cruise ship is also a very rare feat.
He is confident that if he practices for another hundred years, once he crosses the realm of transcending tribulation, he will one day be able to turn into a ship and enter the Nine Netherworld like his mother.
But at this moment, he heard that the person he hated the most in his life had summoned the same underworld ghost boat, and the scale was greater than his.
Why!
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Fang Geyu was not held for too long before Su Jingan placed him on a soft seat in the boat. He was so shocked that when he opened the curtain, all the graceful figures singing and dancing in the boat disappeared strangely.
In front of the case are placed musical instruments such as harp, drum, sheng, and Xiao.
After several confirmations, Li Jiujiu found out that Su Jing would not harm Bailian at this time. He couldn't help but feel relieved and carried the unconscious Bailian to the private room next door to rest.
Fang Geyu looked around and felt that the atmosphere here was strange. Although it was 90% similar to the romantic place where young men in the world drank and had fun, there was an indescribable feeling of gloom and desolation.
When Su Jing put her down, he didn't forget to get a soft cushion to put under her injured calf, then got up and walked out.
Through the thin crimson red curtain, she saw Su Jing summoning the female ghost playing the pipa over, lowering her head and whispering, not knowing what she said.
The female ghost smiled gently at her, completely losing the ferocious and sinister look she had when she was on the river bank.
After listening to Su Jing's words, she took out a small box from under her skirt and handed it into her hand. Then she saluted, then floated up and landed on the bow of the boat, reflecting the river breeze, and continued to play. lute.
