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Huang'er didn't notice Wu Zhengdao's trick and agreed immediately.

Wu Zhengdao put his hand next to Murong Feng's ear, then said to Huang'er, "Put your hand over Xuan'er's ear too!"

Because Zhang Linxuan understood what Wu Zhengdao meant by 'rake ears', he lowered his head to the side, his face flushed red, and didn't speak.

However, Huang'er's interest was piqued, and her curiosity was piqued. She followed Zhang Linxuan's example and placed her hand next to his ear, waiting for Wu Zhengdao's next instruction.

Wu Zhengdao twisted Murong Feng's ear, then he looked at Huang'er and said: "Twisting Xuan'er's ear too!"

Thus, Huang'er also twisted Zhang Lin Xuan's ears. Wu Zhengdao held back his laughter and asked: "Do you think his ears are soft?"

When Huang'er heard Wu Zhengdao asking her if Zhang Lin Xuan's ears were going to be soft, she had already understood that 'rake ears' referred to men who were afraid of each other. She quickly put down her hand and said to Wu Zhengdao, "Martial Uncle, I see that you're also getting old!"

Murong Feng complained, "You should ask her if she thinks Brother Zhang has good ears, right? If you ask her if she's soft or not, then this is similar to saying that other people have soft ears, so you didn't succeed! "

Everyone was joking, and the atmosphere was blissful. They didn't feel the slightest bit of anxiety about parting from each other.

The three of them sent Wu Zhengdao to the dock.

The wind was cool on the pier, and a large group of people were busy moving their goods while clamoring.

There were many small boats at the river's edge, and the boatmen were constantly soliciting guests.

The four of them looked at him. Only a boatman with a head of about forty seemed to be lying leisurely on the bow of the boat. His feet were on the side of the boat and his face was covered by a bamboo hat.

The four of them saw this and found it very strange. Zhang Linxuan said, "This person is really strange. Others are busy recruiting guests, but this boatsman has a very high and mighty attitude. He doesn't seem to be worried about not having any customers at all!"

Wu Zhengdao said: "This is called fishing, Jiang Taigong. It seems like this person is not simple! "

Huang'er said, "I think he's lazy!"

Hearing them say that, Murong Feng walked over to the boat deliberately and knocked on the side. "Hey!" "Shipowner, do you want to leave?!"

The boatsman seemed to be very impatient. He suddenly took off his bamboo hat and sat up, angrily saying, "Who is the one that is disturbing people's sweet dreams in the middle of the afternoon? Can't you see that I'm sleeping?!"

Murong Feng wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "Shipmaster, why aren't you happy when you see that business has come?!"

The boatsman picked up his bamboo hat and fanned himself. He turned his head to the side and said, "I'm not happy today. I don't want to leave the boat. You guys can look for someone else."

When Murong Feng heard this, he got angry and said: "You're just a boatman and you don't want to do business, then you should go home and sleep. Also, if you don't do business, then you shouldn't do business. Why are you making such a big fuss?!"

The boatsman heard what Murong Feng said and picked up an oar angrily. He said to Murong Feng, "Don't bother me anymore, or I'll be rude to you!"

Seeing him so angry, Murong Feng didn't want to lower himself to the same level as him. He hastily got off the boat and told him: "You're crazy!"

When the three people on the shore saw that Murong Feng had hit a nail, they couldn't help laughing out loud.

Just as the three of them were laughing happily, a group of people suddenly rushed out from above the pier, heading in their direction.

Murong Feng walked in front of the three of them. When he saw their serious expressions, he said, "What happened?!"

The leader of the group was a Daoist priest, wearing a purple crown and square shoes. He was dressed in a black and white robe and held a horsetail whisk. His footsteps were light and light. He appeared to be about fifty years old.

The second was a man with long, scattered hair, sharp eyes, and a body as thin as firewood. His hands, especially, were slender, but without any flesh, as if they were covered in a layer of old bark. His fingernails were very long, like the claws of a mythical demon. "The third person was a plump and plump man. He was left behind by the others, sweating profusely and wiping sweat off his hands. Every step he took seemed to consume all the strength in his body.

The four people walked straight towards Zhang Linxuan and the others. The Daoist leader flicked his horsetail whisk and called out, "My Dao mark is Xu Kong. I would like to make friends with all of you. Would you all like to give me face?!"

Hearing that, Murong Feng smiled and said: "I don't know why, we just arrived at Yue Yang two days ago. I didn't think that there would be so many people in the martial arts world wanting to make friends with us. It seems that we can't avoid getting acquainted with you guys if we don't want to.!"

Daoist Xu looked at Murong Feng and said without hurry, "I can see that you're quite handsome. Your footsteps are light and graceful, which reminds me of a young man in the martial arts world called the Flying Leopard Cat. I think this is you?!"

Murong Feng remained unmoved and said, "I am the one in question. What are you guys trying to do?!"

Daoist Void ignored Murong Feng. He glanced at Zhang Linxuan and said, "I can see that young hero is valiant and vigorous. Although the Western Summer Sword is hidden in its scabbard, I can faintly feel the sword energy. Could it be that this is Young Hero Zhang?"

As Zhang Lin Xuan heard this, he thought in his heart: How did he know me?!

The man in red said to Taoist Xu, "Boss, I see that other people don't like you. Why don't we get straight to the point?"

The Daoist priest turned around and glanced at him. The man was so frightened that he took a step back. Taoist Xu then turned back to Wu Zhengdao and said, "Taoist, you and I are both cultivators, so we don't need to fight such a riddle. I think you want to sail north and return to Chengdu?"

Wu Zhengdao answered: "Yes!"

At this time, that fatty had rushed over from behind and said to Daoist Void, "Boss, do they really not have a patricide sword?!"

When Huang'er heard the fat man talk about the father slaying sword, she stepped forward and said: "Oh, you guys said so much. So you're also here for the father killing sword!"

Fatty replied, "Why else do you think we're here?! You don't think that we came to send you off, do you?! " Then he laughed.

Zhang Lin Xuan touched the sword strapped to his back. As he looked at these four unknown individuals, he couldn't help but wonder, just who was the one that spread this information in the martial arts world?!

Daoist Xu was so angry that fire was about to appear in his eyes. He stared at Fatty and said, "Third Brother, you're getting more and more presumptuous now!"