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In fact, every time a ferryman crosses the river, Lao Hei will protect the ferryman's boat not far from the water, and the ferryman knows it well, but he has never broken it, only occasionally throwing some chicken, duck and mutton into the water , Telling the passengers that this is a sacrifice to the Lord River God, no one has suspected anything for such a long time.

"That's right! You've already met Lord River God once. If we can meet again and come back safely, I will doubt whether you have met Lord River God!" A man by the ferry laughed while rowing.

In the cabin, the two men looked at each other in dismay. This old man is also very powerful, and he guessed the truth right away.

"Guest officer, we have reached the other side, we can disembark!" The ferryman welcomed the three of them off the boat respectfully, but when Chu He disembarked, the ferryman's attitude seemed to be more respectful.

"Take care of Old Hei, don't let him harm humans at will. If I hear that there is a turtle monster making trouble on Pingjiang, I will definitely not let it go!" Before getting off the boat, Chu He spoke to him in a voice that only two people could hear. Said the ferryman.

"Yes, yes, my lord, I will definitely restrain Lao Hei so that he will not harm humans!" The figure of the ferryman became even more stooped.

"In this way, there are no problems on the Pingjiang River in a short time." Chu He glanced lightly at the distant river surface, where a black shadow slowly sank into the depths of the Pingjiang River.

After bidding farewell to the ferryman and the two eldest brothers, and asking them not to tell anything about Lao Hei, Chu He turned and walked towards Pingyang City.

It's not that Chu He restricts the speech of the two, but it's not a bad thing for everyone.

Judging from the attitude of the ferryman before, maybe Old Hei is already his only friend. If those who hunt and kill monsters find out about Old Hei, they will never let him go. Most of the materials are baby.

Chu He couldn't bear the heart of an old man who had been ferrying on the Pingjiang River for decades losing his only friend who depended on him in his last life.

After driving for a while, Chu He faintly saw the city in the distance.

I don't know how everyone is doing.

I don't know how many copies of "Water Margin" I wrote, but judging from the literary spirit I absorbed during this period, it should not be a small number.

My good brother Wang Yingjun didn't know how many centimeters he had grown horizontally.

In other words, I also met a fat man surnamed Wang in Linjiang County, and the two Wang families are both in business, so they are surprisingly similar!

Does the Wang family in Pingyang City have anything to do with the Wang family in Linjiang County? Chu He was also a little uncertain.

Gradually, Chu He walked into Pingyang City, and the huge city gate was in front of him. The word "Pingyang" on the gate gave him a kind feeling.

"I am back!"

Chu He walked into the city and walked towards home.

Along the way, Chu He saw that several shops put his own "Water Margin" in a prominent position, so that customers could see it as soon as they came in.

Among several inns on the roadside, one or two copies of "Water Margin" were placed on the desk in front of the storyteller, and he was telling the stories of the heroes among them with great interest, which received bursts of applause from the guests.

Even walking on the street, there are still some people who are dressed in imitation of the heroes in "Water Margin". This one has a large string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and that one wears a headband, which looks like he is cosplaying.

"Water Margin" is slowly becoming the urban culture of Pingyang City.

Chu He smiled, as expected of the Four Great Classics, even in another world, it cannot change the fact that it is popular.

Slowly walking towards his own yard, standing outside the door, looking at the still familiar door, Chu He smiled with some emotion.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" Just then, a crisp voice came from behind Chu He.

Hearing this familiar voice, Chu He looked back, and sure enough, it was the little girl Yu Ling.

Yu Ling also looked like she had just come back at this time, holding a basket in her hand, as if she had just purchased from outside.

"Ah! This young man is so handsome, but he is still a little worse than the young master!" Yu Ling looked at the strange young man in front of him curiously.

It always feels like I've seen it somewhere. Seeing Chu He's stupid silence, Yu Ling asked again: "Excuse me, who are you looking for, Mr.?"

"It should be a friend that the young master met outside, right?" Yu Ling thought to himself, this young man looks like a Confucian scholar, and the young master is the only one in the family who is practicing literature recently.

However, the young master has recently traveled far away, and no one will know about it, and he does not know where he has gone mysteriously.

"Don't you know me, little Yuling?" Chu He said, approaching Yuling.

Seeing this strange boy approaching her, the little girl took a step back in fear, and suddenly heard a familiar voice again, and she was stunned.

"You are...Young Master?" Yu Ling looked at the strange face and asked with some doubts.

"So you don't know your young master?" Chu He suddenly remembered that he was still wearing a mask, and dragged Yu Ling into the house, closed the door, and turned his head to see that Yu Ling was standing at a distance from him.

Chu He smiled, then took out a silver needle, pricked it a few times on his face, and pressed it hard with his hand a few times, Chu He's face miraculously changed!

I saw that the face that originally belonged to the "White Dragon" had gradually undergone subtle muscle adjustments and completely turned into another perfect face.

This is exactly Chu He's own face.

No matter how many times he used it, Chu He couldn't help being amazed, it was indeed the method of a seventh-rank Taoist priest, and he could change into another appearance without using those so-called cosmetics.

In the past, I was not strong enough to change my face, so I could only ask Gongsun Sheng to help me. Now that my strength has improved, I can also try to change my face.

That's great, another life-saving means.

"It's really the young master!" Yu Ling was surprised to see this Pianpian young master turned into his own young master, threw down the basket excitedly, ran over and crashed into Chu He's arms.

"Master, Yuling misses you so much!" Yuling's aggrieved voice came, since she became Chu He's personal maid, she has never been separated from Chu He for such a long time.

"Okay, I'm back!" Chu He patted the back of the girl in his arms and comforted him softly.

"Master, you are finally back!"