The ship was loaded with guests and slowly started, rushing towards the middle of the river, flowing downstream, heading towards Fenglingjin - when you get there, it is Yangzhou, and you can return to Jingxian after rushing a few more roads. ⊙

On the boat, Chen Sanlang spent a considerable amount of money to build a cabin to live in. The environment is much better and quieter.

I worked hard all the way and killed the barbarians a lot. I really didn’t have a leisure time. Now I am sitting in the cabin and finally settled down.

When I was thinking cross-legged, the ancient books appeared in my mind, with a simplicity of breath, and the words on the pages were lined up, bright and eye-catching.

Many lights shrouded in it, making the soul warm and comfortable.

The soul is the center of a person. If the soul is strong, the spirit will be refreshing and the person will be full of vitality.

On the ancient books, many breaths are wrapped around them, and the colors are not consistent, making them appear mixed. However, these breaths are gentle in nature and attach themselves to the edges of ancient books, wanting to be absorbed. However, the ancient books are not fully accepted, but are selectively absorbing them.

Chen Sanlang understood that the origin of these breaths should come from those rescued people. They were grateful for their virtues, and their beliefs and intentions turned into breaths and were automatically attracted by ancient books.

After some review, Chen Sanlang was delighted to find that there were signs of a slight rise in the corner of the ancient book, which means that it would be possible to open another chapter soon.

Every time he opened a page of the book, Chen Sanlang's strength became stronger. A while ago, the "sword skills" he obtained by opening the book pages benefited greatly.

There is an old saying: Opening a book is beneficial, but sincerity is not a deception.

After exiting the world in his mind, Chen Sanlang opened his eyes. With a touch of his hand, he took out something.

It is so white that it is very subtle, it is kneaded into a ball. It looks like a ball of silk thread, a little bit, very rare.

This is a divine silk, with a total of nine pieces.

Each divine silk is so thin that it is almost impossible to see with the naked eye. Even if several are mixed together, they are quite inconspicuous.

These nine divine silks are the biggest gains of Chen Sanlang's trip to Laoshan.

Xiaoyao Fudao was stingy and was only willing to give him five, but Chen Sanlang despised him a little. Then he gave him four more in pain:

"I'm talking about scholars. This is a divine silk, not an ordinary silk. The divine silkworm sprinkles silk. After a hundred years, do you think it's so easy to make?"

This is the truth. If it weren’t rare, how could it be called a treasure of heaven and earth? It could be refined with magic weapon-level treasures?

Now Chen Sanlang is about to start refining the demon-binding rope.

In the past, the material used was poor, but in fact, it was through special methods to inject soul power, causing some originally ordinary things to be contaminated with magic power. The name is "consecration".

The magic weapon at the consecration level is the lowest-level one, so it is always based on its original name. It is called the jute rope directly, but it is not dared to call it the "demon-binding rope". Otherwise, it will inevitably make a joke. However, with the current divine silk, it is different.

He took out a circle of jute ropes and placed them in front of him.

Due to the fact that this circle of jute rope is used a lot, its originally yellow color has become dim. Many places have become hairy and even damaged. When thrown on the ground, others think it is a rotten hemp rope, and they all feel that it is a stumbling rope.

It can be said that this consecration magic weapon has reached the point of being broken. Maybe if you use it once or twice, the magic power attached to it will be completely broken and broken, becoming a real waste.

Chen Sanlang decided to use this jute rope and mix it with divine silk for refining.

Refining the demon-binding rope is not a simple matter, but Chen Sanlang has already practiced it many times before, and his technique is quite skillful and easy to drive, so he dared to take advantage of the time he was on the boat to start refining magic weapons.

He was busy here, and Xiaoyao Fudao, who lived next door, was not idle either. But when he saw the Taoist priest, he first listened to see if there were any suspicious signs around him. When he was sure that there was nothing wrong, he showed the inheritance scroll with one hand and took out the Yin-Yang Gourd with the other.

After reciting a magic spell, the eagle demon emerged from the gourd. The divine silkworm in its body was extremely poisonous and did not die. Its face was gray-black and shrank into a ball, and it was as angry as a frying spring and could not move.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest was calm and kept muttering something, then pointed and spelled in the eagle demon's body, and it disappeared in an instant.

About half an hour later, the Taoist priest finally finished his work and was panting. Obviously, this behavior was a great loss of magic power. He reached out to wipe his sweat, feeling dry mouth and tongue, and then put the eagle demon into the gourd.

"It seems that it is not easy to train this evil beast to become a Taoist soldier. It also takes a lot of effort, so it is impossible to hurry."

As he said that, he felt hungry, so he opened the door and walked out. He wanted to knock on Chen Sanlang's door, but when he walked to the door, he immediately noticed something strange:

"Tsk tsk, this scholar is impatient, so he started to do it now."

But it’s no wonder, with good materials on your hands, how can you resist the excitement and excitement in your heart?

So Xiaoyao walked out of the cabin with a swaying swaying and went outside. He was wearing a Taoist robe, his sleeves swung, and a whisk changed from somewhere. He raised it very casually, and thousands of threads were spread out, showing his fairy style.

"Immortal Heavenly Lord!"

What a paradise!

This style was so easy to be familiar to him, and he could pick it up easily, which immediately attracted everyone on the ship to look at him sideways.

This boat full of people was mostly the people of Yongzhou who fled, with panic, confused, and fragile will. Under such circumstances, it is easiest to preach and preach, and it is better to develop believers with half the effort.

Xiaoyao Fudao didn't have that kind of mind, he just instinctively acted as an expert and acted arrogantly.

The ships were sailing in the river. At midnight, the wind suddenly became strong, the raindrops were rapid, crackling, and lightning might flash across the gloomy night sky, with thunder roaring.

The wind and rain were mixed, and the waves were rising, making the boat very bumpy and uncontrollable.

After encountering this change, the people on the boat showed a look of panic.

You should know that this ship is not a big ship. If the waves stir, it will overturn the ship if it is accidentally turned over. In that case, the entire ship will be destroyed.

"Blessed by Bodhisattva!"

"Please open your eyes and not let us suffer..."

Some passengers fell to the ground and made pious wishes, hoping to survive this disaster.

"Oh, there is evil spirit, it's not good. This is a water monster making trouble!"

It didn't take long for a group of people to gather around him. Xiaoyao Fudao was proud, but suddenly he calculated his fingers and said.

The people around him believed it without any doubt and knelt down on the ground, asking the master to do something to drive away demons and kill evil spirits and stabilize the waves.

Xiaoyao Fudao looked calm and walked to the bow deck. He had to use his unique skills to send two "thunder in the palm of his hand" into the water.

“Huh?”

The Taoist priest was about to raise his hand and palm when he suddenly felt something and looked back.

Crazy!

It’s strange that the wind and rain were stagnant in an instant, and the originally surging waves slowly calmed down.

"A god!"

Everyone watching behind could no longer hold back and kneeled down in a large area.

"This, I have not done my best yet..."

The Taoist priest murmured in his heart.

In the cabin, Chen Sanlang couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. He held a brilliant rope in his hand and smiled: "Today, when will the long tassel be tied up in the Canglong?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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