After Li Li Li’s sleeves that were blown by the morning breeze, Su Yin smiled slightly and looked at the old man and said, “Listen to my father-in-law, can you have a way to go on the water?”

When she said this, she had already retracted her spiritual power. The old man in front of her was pale hair and gully, and she looked like an honest rural farmer. She could no longer see any strangeness.

"The fairy's words are right." The old man's face immediately smiled like a flowery steamed bun, and it was almost steaming.

He kept twisting his white beard, his squinting eyes almost fell into his long eyebrows, and he laughed: "There is really a way for the old man to be talented."

"Oh?" Su Yin was already curious about him. After hearing this, he immediately took the donkey down and bowed his hand and said respectfully:

"I would like to ask my father to give me some advice. I will thank you in advance."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The old man nodded with a smile, bent down and carried the medicine hoe, and pointed his thick hand in the opposite direction: "Fairy, please follow the old man."

After saying that, he turned around and walked down the slope like an enclave. His clothes were swelled by the wind, and his hair flew away. Looking at this, he had a bit of a sense of a paradise.

Su Yin led her little stubborn family - the big green donkey, which was located behind him, and the more she looked at her, the more she felt that the old man had a very extraordinary origin.

How could the villagers she met before be so calm in their actions? Even though those people had some small cunning methods, no one could be as skilled as the old man and had smooth conversation.

This is what I see and have been experiencing the market outside.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk, maybe some world of people were carrying dams back then. Now they are unloading their armor and returning to the fields, making a living by fishermen and woodcutters, and they are happy to be free and easy.

While thinking, Su Yin was secretly motivated and stared at his hands and feet carefully.

When the old man walked around, there was a flow of gold energy on his feet, which was very beautiful and also faintly carried the sound of wind and thunder.

Su Yin immediately read the saint's possession and remembered a certain common method of dividing the five elements spiritual roots.

Could this be the Golden Spirit Root Thunder System?

She used her spiritual sense to lightly snatch the Xuan Stone and asked Xu Wuzi if this was the case. Xu Wuzi quickly passed on the chant:

【No, no】

With the long tail sound, Su Yin's eyes seemed to have a fork-mounted look that he was shaking his head and standing with his hands behind his back.

She curled her lips and asked in a very supportive manner:

[What do you say about fellow Wu Wu?]

Xu Wuzi didn't speak vigorously. After counting breaths, he made enough scores and then slowly said:

[The stranger is a gifted person, and the word "talent" is the word "talent". As much as God gives, there is only so much, but no matter how much it is, it is impossible.

However, our monks communicated with the qi of heaven and earth with the thoughts of emptiness and mystery, expanded the tendons and veins, and expanded the alchemy palace. They realized the way of heaven, but cultivated human power. Otherwise, how could there be a saying in this world that "hard cultivation"? This is what God does not give me, but I go to the heaven instead.

Therefore, monks rely on their own strength to obtain their own thoughts, and have geniuses but no talent. The opposite is true for aliens, but they are also controlled by heaven.

Furthermore, because the power of strangers is a gift from heaven, they respect ghosts and gods. However, we monks are the gods who block the gods and the Buddhas who block the Buddhas. This is also the difference between the two.]

A long and long speech was vain. Fortunately, Su Yin's reading comprehension skills have improved so she could hear some meaning.

In short, monks are growth-oriented and have a hard time in the early stage, but as long as they are willing to work, have insight, and firmly believe that people will conquer nature, they will not be capped, and they will be possible to do the way to the gods and immortals.

Yi Ren is the opposite. He is at the peak of his debut. However, they will always be stuck in that state in this life. The ceiling is set early and there is no channel for the rise.

[This is actually a kind of heavenly way. You can't take all the good things in the world by one person. You said yes, no?

There must always be gains and losses. A strange man is born much higher than others, and he will have no progress after birth. Although we monks lose to the heavens, the heavens ignore me and I will break out of the heavens.]

The light sound of Xu Wuzi sounded again.

Somehow, Su Yin's three strings in the sea of ​​consciousness actually shook:

"Buzz--"

The loud sound was as straight as a giant hammer, and it smashed into the sea of ​​consciousness. For a moment, the wind and clouds changed, the white waves rolled, and the sound of thunder was loud, as if the heaven and earth were about to fall.

Su Yin couldn't help but be stunned.

The situation of three strings vibrating at the same time has happened before, but it usually has a sequence, with the simple string first, the green string second, and the red string last.

At this moment, three tones were released together, but the sound was not turbid, but it was like a big bell, which was deafening. How could this be explained?

Su Yin said that I don’t understand very much.

As she was thinking, a stream of light suddenly passed over the sea of ​​star fog.

Su Yin suddenly came to her senses and looked at her eyes and saw a thin air flowing with a long and narrow tail wing, which was amazing.

However, although the momentum is sufficient, the brightness of the flowing light is quite dim, and it is not the very bright white color, but-

Orange yellow?!

Su Yin looked carefully for a while and finally confirmed that it was indeed a yellow light, looking at it from the wrong eye, like a flying yellow mud thread.

When she was a child, she threw yellow mud balls in the countryside, and that was almost the same.

"Zheng——"

This thought is born, and the palace string immediately vibrates a string sound, which is solemn and dignified, and is very reproachful.

It's my fault.

This palace should not use yellow mud to describe this flowing light.

Su Yin gave up honestly and continued to complain, instead carefully observed the movement of the flowing light, and immediately found that the place where the flowing light appeared was below the Qingxian.

She immediately held her breath.

I'm going to get the fourth string?

The three strings that are known today are white and are in the middle; the Shang string is green and are at the bottom of the palace string; the feather string is red and is above the palace string.

If so, the fourth string close to the blue string should be the corner string.

Su Yin worked hard to explore her limited knowledge of the guqin, remembering that the horn string belongs to "Oriental Wood" and "hold the rules and control the spring."

Shouldn’t both wood and spring be green? Why did the corner string turn yellow?

Su Yin was very confused.

However, to be specific, the color of the five strings of the xylophone is indeed strange.

The cerebral string belongs to earth, and it should be yellowish, but it is white;

Shang string belongs to metal, which should be white, but it is blue;

The squid belongs to water, and water is black in the five elements, but it is red;

The horn string that appears today belongs to wood and should be blue, but at present, this guy is earthy yellow.

It was messy, everything was messy, and Su Yin became a little confused by herself.

"Fairy, I'm here."

The old voice suddenly sounded, causing Su Yin to pull out of her head and turn her eyes to look at it. It turned out that they had arrived at the banks of Qushui River.

This should be a market where villagers gathered spontaneously. Now it is the rising sun, with golden waves rippling on the water. vendors from all walks of life are hawking along the river bank, pedestrians come and go, and there are carriages passing by, which is very lively.

Where the old man stood was a small dock. The dock was not big, and it could barely accommodate a narrow and thin black-shanged boat. On the mast behind the boat, a black sail was half rolled and half falling.

It turned out to be a single sailboat.

Su Yin looked vertically, and no matter how she looked, she felt that the boat was just enough to be a man, and a man riding the boat.

Is this too small?

Even though she was prepared in her heart, she could not hide her surprise.

The old man was confident and pointed at the boat with a smile and said, "Young man can cross the fairy across the river."

As the voice fell to the ground, a light thunder suddenly rolled over the sail, and a golden light shone brightly in the rumbling sound. The whole ship was as bright as the sun, and the hull grew even bigger.

Su Yin couldn't help but feel intimidated, thinking that the ship was very dynamic, but when looking around, the pedestrians and vendors looked as usual, and there was no one looking at this place.

She then understood.

This should be a strange phenomenon that only monks, extraordinary people, etc. can see, and it cannot affect ordinary people.

Indeed, in the eyes of others, this small boat is ordinary, with several holes in the half-hanging black sail, which is not eye-catching.

"Can such a small boat cross the river?" Su Yin asked knowingly.

This boat looks so good, it is probably possible to spread the sea without crossing the river.

However, as an "ordinary Taoist nun", it is common sense to have this question.

The old man laughed, his eyebrows and beard were raised:

"The fairy doesn't know anything. The boat looks small but is very stable. No matter how big the wind and waves are, it can still be. The little old man has countless people in this Qushui, and he has never lost his hand."

After the words came, a middle-aged man selling fruits and vegetables next to him laughed and continued the conversation:

"The words of Shui Bo are really true. If the fairy doesn't believe it, you can go and inquire. Even in Hongbo County, Shui Bo is also a well-known boat. Anyone who has ever ridden his boat will not praise it."

Su Yin nodded with a smile.

Since your skills are so good, why do you still collect herbs? Wouldn't it be better to concentrate on ferrying?

As soon as the thought arose, Shui Bo stretched out his big hand forward and smiled silly, "One or two deposits will be borne by the benefit."

Su Yin's eyebrows were raised so quickly that they almost flew up.
To be continued...