"You should be careful." Rong Yi looked directly at his eldest disciple and said in a deep voice: "A cauldron steamed bear meat, you will almost reveal your origin. How can you take it as a big deal?"

Chongli wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and bowed deeply, "Master taught me a lesson. My disciples are not careful in their actions, and I will rely on my master's guidance in the future."

Rong Yi sighed heavily: "Forget it, please do it yourself."

The winter solstice is already coming, and it may snow and ice at any time. Why don’t Ji Hu go to Chaoge without worrying about being blocked by ice and snow to delay the coming spring meeting? It’s because the roads in the Central Plains are flat and open, unlike the roads on Huhan Road. Once they are frozen, they can only wait for the snow to melt in the spring next year before they can set off.

But God was merciless. The group of people stayed overnight at dawn and rushed to the Baimajin Ferry, and when they arrived at the heavy snow in the sky.

The White Horse Jin is named after the legend of the magical white horse. The river flows through the Central Plains and reaches the middle section of the Wei Kingdom. Puyang, an important city in Wei Kingdom, is located in Henan, and there is a mountain on the other side of the river, which is far away.

It is said at that time that there are often white horses walking like clouds at the foot of the mountain. When the white horses roar, the river will burst, the white horses will storm, the mountain will collapse, the earth will break, the white horses will calm down, the white horses will calm down, and the river will be surging. However, when the rivers are broken, the government will recruit warriors to throw three white horses at the foot of the mountain to sink to the river, and the flood will subside. Only in this way, the mountain is called Baima Mountain, the ferry is called Baimajin, and the huge stone pavilion beside the ferry is called Shenma Pavilion.

In order not to disturb the white horses and avoid wailing, Baimajin has had a custom of crossing the river silently for many years - regardless of wind, rain, frost and snow, horses must carry their hooves, vehicles must remove bells, horns are prohibited, golden drums are held, and boatmen and travelers are not allowed to yell.

The snow was flying all the time, and there were only endless crackling sounds in the world. Even if you were talking loudly, it was difficult to hear clearly about a few feet away.

Qi Zhong looked at the ferry at afar and smiled, "Master, it's hard to make a sound. Do you still have to fix the chariots and horses?"

Ji Hu pushed open the window and walked down, waved his hand and said, "The customs of the country are born, get out of the car and do it." After that, he walked to the car and wanted to remove the bell by himself, so scared Qi Zhong rushed forward: "Don't move, wait for the servant to come."

Ji Hu said seriously when he heard this: "I have said a long time ago that I should not call me a king or a young master, and I am not allowed to call myself a slave. Do you understand?"

Qi Zhong quickly made a promise. Rong Yi and Wei He, who were in the back car, also got out of the car and picked up the bell, and kept busy wrapping the horse's hooves. Ji Duoyou rode his horse on his horse. Seeing this scene, he laughed and said, "Young Master, should I wrap my horse's hooves?"

Ji Hu Yixiao: "It's still my brother Duoyou who is smart, how quickly does it change his words?"

After a while, Qi Zhong turned around and was about to ask the young master to get on the bus, but saw Ji Hu walking towards the ferry in the vast snow. He stopped talking and gently shook the reins of the horse and drove up. Reading books

Although it was covered with ice and snow, there were several passenger ships moored at the ferry. Ji Hugang stood at the empty pier, and a dark boy appeared at the bow of a small boat nearest: "Do you want to cross the river?"

Rong Yi bowed and smiled, "Do you dare to ask the boatman, how much freezing can the boat be? "

The boatman pointed to the river from afar: "The ice is uneven and the thickness is uncertain. If the guests have any urgent matters, I will take you through the ice."

Rong Yi and Ji Hu exchanged their eyes and shook their heads and said, "It's not that I want to go to ice, it's because we have two cars, five horses and six people. I wonder if your boat can carry it?"

The boatman shook his head and said, "My boat cannot carry cars and horses. If the guest official wants to cross the boat, I can call a big boat over."

Ji Hu nodded and smiled, "Thank you then."

As soon as the words were finished, the dark boatman raised a black corner flag in his hand and swung it left and right in the air a few times. In the snow dance, a black flag on the pier on the south was also swinging from afar.

In a moment, a big boat came leisurely, and an old man with white hair and hair stood at the bow of the boat: "Bei'er, but do you want a boat?"

The dark young man bowed and said, "Old Mr. Wei, it's this guest official's carriage and horse to cross the river. Your big boat can break the ice, but my small boat is not hit."

The old man shook his head and said, "The wind and snow are heavy, and I am not as good as you. If you want to ferry the passengers, I am afraid you will take the helm."

The dark young man smiled and said with a sigh: "Well, what's right! The old man only supervised the sailor's horn." After that, he jumped and flew from a small boat two meters away to the bow of the big boat, which attracted Ji Hu and others to cheer, but then quickly silenced.

The carriage was on the boat, Ji Hu and his party entered the cabin, and Rong Yi and the old man stood at the bow of the boat. Just as they were about to speak, they heard a low shout at the stern of the boat: "Get off!"

The eight long oars at the bottom of the boat went into the water neatly, and the old man on the bow called out a long and low voice: "Wind and Snow Ferry - Start your hand slowly-" The eight long oars moved with the long rhythm. The large passenger ship Kerala broke through the half-foot-thick ice layer and sailed towards the southeast. Seeing the middle flow, the ice layer gradually became thinner, and the boat also relaxed a lot.

At this moment, an iceberg was floating from the upper reaches in the wind and snow. Rong Yi had a good eye and had been on the boat for a long time. He was sweating in a cold sweat. Just as he was about to call the old boatman, he heard a roar like a thunder roar at the stern: "Depth water quickly! Get up--"

The old man bowed the boat suddenly shouted: "The river is everywhere! The north is flowing alive! The iceberg is waving! The white horse helps me!"

The rhythm is exactly the fastest speed of the growing wooden oars entering and exiting the water. They are as clang as long as the shield hits a shield to enhance people's courage. After three rounds of call, the huge iceberg drifted over about a ft at the stern of the boat. The bottom cabin immediately cheered: "The white horse helps me! Long live--"

Wei He was already in tears and looked at Ji Hu Geng and said, "Thank you so much for Baima and God. If something happened to you because of my Wei He, I will be so------"

"What are you saying? You and I are the best confidant and friend. Shouldn't we share this with each other?" Ji Hu comforted.

An hour later, the ship finally stopped on the other side.

As soon as the sailor's horn subsided, Ji Hu bowed deeply to the old man, turned around and whispered a few instructions to Qi Zhong, who brought out three exquisite brown small leather bags from the car. Ji Hu bowed with a sigh: "Old Mr. Wei, you all break the ice and risk your life to cross the river. Please collect some shipping supplies."

The old man bowed and smiled, "Thank you so much for the guest." He turned around and shouted loudly: "Bei'er, Shuitou'er, the guest's shipment, come up and collect it!"

The bottom cabin shouted neatly: "Thank you--"

As the cry fell, a thin, shirtless boy limped up with a dark boy. The old man's face suddenly changed: "Bei'er, is your leg injured?"

The dark boy shook his head: "Hehe, I don't think that the iceberg of dog days is too deep to eat. It doesn't matter, it will be fine in three or five days."
Chapter completed!