She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 137
next day
The weather in spring is hot, and the grass can be seen everywhere, lush.

The pink willows are green, dotted with the barren land.

Right now, the two meet at the ferry.It was windy at the ferry, and He Miao shrank her neck in the cold.

"Take care along the way."

Madam Fan held the tightly wrapped baby in her arms, and handed a stack of luggage wrapped in dry food to He Miao.

He Miao didn't refuse, and took it quickly, cupped his hands and said, "Mrs. Fan, there will be a meeting later."

Mrs. Fan was holding the baby, her face that was always cold was a little more happy now, she said to He Miao reluctantly:
"I hope that one day, Ran Ran can meet you again."

Ran Ran was the name He Miao gave to the little girl in her arms, and it was taken from "Ran Ran Wu Hua".

He Miao sincerely hoped that this child, who was born in a catastrophe, would be able to grow luxuriantly and quickly like a spring grass in the future.

He Miao nodded, picked up her bags, and resolutely stepped on the boat heading north. She wanted to go north to Guigu and send old man Xu's master back to Guigu for burial.

Mrs. Fan wanted to go south to her hometown to raise the child, and the two parted ways.

"be careful."

Seeing the big ship set sail, Mrs. Fan did not forget to shout loudly.

When He Miao heard Mrs. Fan's voice, she paused, but did not turn around, and just waved at her indifferently.Real women, when parting, never look back at each other.

"Inaction leads to a fork in the road, and children share the towel."

He Miao is used to parting, including life and death.

For her, parting is like a routine.She knows very well that there is no banquet in the world that never ends, and it is fate to be able to walk together for a while.

She never worries about being alone, and she will always meet like-minded friends along the way.

The boat was a medium-sized boat, and there were three people on board, one of whom was the boatman who rowed the oars.The other two, one of them is an extremely handsome white-faced scholar, is studying hard with a book in his hand.

He Miao knew very well that it seemed that the spring was approaching, and the scholars were going to Beijing to take the exam, and they all got together.

The other one is a short boy with unfaded baby fat on his face, thin skin and tender flesh, and a blue silk dress, which can be seen as high-quality goods at a glance.

Holding a simple and simple sword at the moment, he is looking around, with uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.I don't know what is worth seeing on this white river.

He Miao lowered her eyes, sat in the stern of the boat, and began to meditate with her eyes closed.

Half of her spiritual power was absorbed by Hanba before, and she suddenly dropped from the foundation building stage to the eighth level of the Qi refining stage.

But recently, He Miao discovered that as long as she practiced in a place moistened with water vapor, the improvement of her body skills could be multiplied with half the effort.

She didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

"Sister, where are you going?"

The young man had probably just passed the voice-changing period, and a slightly deep voice sounded in He Miao's ears.

As soon as He Miao opened his eyes, he saw the round black eyes of the young man, who was staring at He Miao expectantly.

"Yunmeng Mountain."

He Miao only said lightly.She didn't lie about this, she really wanted to go to Yunmeng Mountain this time, which is where the ghost valley was rumored to be.

She also didn't know why she, who was always cautious, didn't tell lies when facing the boy.I probably don't think it's necessary.

The boy's eyes are too clear, not stained by the turbidity of the world.Thinking of this, He Miao closed his eyes again.

"Where is Yunmeng Mountain?" Seeing He Miao sitting on the bow with eyes closed, the young man continued to ask with great interest.

"Don't call me sister."

He Miao closed her eyes and said coldly, putting on a dirty face.

The young man didn't seem to notice it, and he was still unwilling to leave, and continued to ask: "Then what does my sister want me to call you?"

He Miao became a little impatient, it seemed that he had met a curious baby.

She was a little tireless, and said coldly: "Just stay away from me."

The first step in entering the rivers and lakes is to be careful not to ask the bottom line.

She had to hurry up and practice. Before entering the ghost valley, she had better recover to the foundation building stage, otherwise, she might not dare to enter the legendary ghost valley.

The young man was a little angry, and snorted coldly: "You really don't know what's good and what's wrong. I chatted with you with good intentions, but you are so rude."

"Yes, I'm being rude, you'd better stay away from me, and be careful that I will spoil you." He Miao only said coldly.

The boy walks away.

Then He Miao closed her eyes again, the river was surging, and the boat would rise and fall with the river from time to time, He Miao felt extremely comfortable.

She arbitrarily connected her spiritual consciousness with the river water, allowing the river water to nourish her soul, and explored the distant rivers and lakes.

The young man went to pester the white-faced scholar to talk again, babbling a few words, but the scholar didn't say anything, the young man explained his family background clearly.

What is 15 years old this year, named Song Zishu, from Chuzhou, a mother in the family, inherited the family business to do the fabric business.He himself sneaked out or something.

He Miao just thought it was funny when he heard it, who's son is this, so pure.The boy is always full of fantasies about the outside world, fantasizing about walking around the world with a sword.

If she could choose, she would choose to live in Bihai Pavilion for the rest of her life.

The scholars over there are already telling the teenagers the truth that "15-year-olds should aspire to learn" instead of just running around.

He Miao listened bored, so he restrained his mind and concentrated all his attention on the river.

He Miao's consciousness expanded in the water, and he encountered another wave of water-type spiritual power.He Miao hurriedly collected her mind and opened her eyes.

If she guessed correctly, there was something at the bottom of the river, and it seemed to be tracking it.

"Grandpa, where is the front?" He Miao got up and chatted with the boatman.

"It's Hongze Lake."

The boatman was very familiar with this place, so he introduced it.

He Miao nodded, she didn't know what kind of spiritual power she encountered just now, was it another water-type immortal cultivator, or a water demon?
He Miao was thinking about it, when he turned his head, the young man was staring at He Miao vigorously, it seemed that he was still angry at He Miao's words just now.

He Miao ignored him, but continued to chat with the boatman about the local customs of Hongze Lake.

He Miao asked about everything from the food, local dignitaries, and even historical allusions.

The boatman is happy to have someone to talk to him, and he answers all questions.

The boy's attention was already attracted by the question and answer of the two.

He Miao asked, then casually said, "Old man, I don't know about this Hongze Lake, but is there any famous fairy tale about it?"

Finally, he got to the point of He Miao.

After all, many local demons have shown their faces in folk tales.

The boatman waved his oar and was about to answer.

Song Zishu on the side mocked loudly: "You still dislike me for asking questions, don't you just pester the old man to ask questions?"

He Miao didn't want to pay attention to him.

But Song Zishu didn't let go, and said loudly to the boatman, "Old man, don't answer her."

He Miao ignored him, only frowned and looked at the lake not far away.

She felt that the water-type spiritual power from just now was catching up.Could it be that he really brought it on himself?

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