Xianyu Town, Xianyu River, are all named after Xianyu Gorge.

  The Xianyu River is not much wider than a river, the surface of the river is calm, and the boats sail as smoothly as if they were on land. Every good season, people in Luozhou City often take a painting boat to tour the river, enjoy the spring, avoid the summer heat, appreciate the autumn, and celebrate the winter. Going upstream, you can see the green mountains and peaks, white clouds and flying birds. Downstream, you can see the scenery of the fields, wild flowers, and fragrant trees. In folklore, many talented men and women met here and created a beautiful story. It is said that this is the blessing of the kind fairy.

  Boats and water are Mozi's favorite combination. Although so far, she has only walked along the river twice, but when she first sailed on a boat at the behest of Jiang Yanniang, standing on the waves, with a pair of wings like riding the wind behind her, that kind of free-spirited feeling made her suddenly enlightened.

  "Moge, Lao Guan is here." Cen Er reminded Mozi.

  He cast a glance at the old man who was walking towards him with a smile, wasn't it that short and thin, grey-haired with streaks of white, dark-skinned and wrinkled Old Guan?

  He smiled brightly and walked up to Guan with a bow, "Old Guan, I'll have to trouble you again this time."

  "Where, where, Mo Ge you say this, is still remembering grievances. In front of Guan Gong, playing with a big knife, I didn't lose enough? I said long ago, from now on, as long as you are on the boat, there will be no second head." Old Guan, single name Jiang. Born on the boat, grew up in the water, nicknamed mud eel.

  This year, Guan Jiang is fifty-three years old. He has never relied on anything other than the water to make a living. From holding the oars, it has also been fifty-three years. When it comes to sailing ships, half a year ago, he only believed in himself and was confident that no one knew the water better than him. But after Mozi's cargo ship came out once, he realized that the saying "there is a heaven beyond the sky and people outside of people" is not something that ancient people casually made up for fun.

  "Lao Guan, these words make me ashamed? If it weren't for your experience and skills leading us few, with just my empty boasts, we'd probably be sunk by now." Mozi didn't exaggerate his own merits.

  "Bad luck, bad luck!" Guan Jiang spat twice. He clasped his hands together and bowed towards the river, "Dragon Grandfather, please don't blame us. We're young and ignorant, speaking nonsense. Please protect us on our journey, may it be smooth and trouble-free."

  Mozi didn't believe it, but she didn't show any unusual behavior either. She also bowed down. This is what stabilizes people's hearts. You have to know that unstable human hearts can greatly affect the overall situation.

  "Where's our boat?" Suddenly, a smiling head popped out from behind Xun Er's shoulder, with triangular eyes narrowed. It was one of the three carters, nicknamed Stinky Fish.

  Additionally, the fat cart driver who was rolling up his sleeves to unload goods was nicknamed Fatty Shrimp. A thin man leaning against the awning smoking a tobacco pipe with an expressionless face was nicknamed Water Snake.

  The three carters who left the city with Mozi were not just ordinary people, but also excellent swimmers. Judging from their nicknames, they were also very good at swimming. Moreover, although they looked completely different, they were actually biological brothers. According to Old Guan, the three brothers originally made a living by fishing, but after their hometown suffered a disaster, they had to leave and drift away. Later, they met Old Guan and worked for him as boatmen, taking on odd jobs to make ends meet. Old Guan introduced them to Mozi, who saw that they were skilled at underwater work and had good character, so she was willing to hire them. In order to avoid suspicion, the three men usually did miscellaneous tasks in the back garden of Wang Qiulou. Therefore, being a carter was just a cover, while being a boatman was their true profession.

  "Isn't it right in front of you? Your eyes are wide open." Old Guan gave a thumbs up and jerked his thumb backwards.

  A six-by-ten-meter, three-masted black-sailed cargo ship is quietly moored at the dock.

  "Changed again?" Stinky Tofu said the most, "Last time it was red lacquer, this time it's no lacquer. And what's with the sailcloth, with deep and shallow marks all over?"

  "Last time it was red lacquer, this time the red lacquer is gone. Stinky fish, your eyes are really sharp, the sail hasn't even been raised yet and you can already see the depth?" Old Guan thought Stinky Fish was talking nonsense.

  "Not at all. With these eyes of mine, I can dive into the dark water and catch squid for you." Stinky fish shows off his skills.

  "Alright, let's get going." Old Guan didn't waste any more words on him. "Hurry up and load the cargo onto the ship. Before sunset, take advantage of the ebbing tide to sail as far as you can."

  After finishing speaking, Old Guan said to Mozi, "Mo brother, the several places you told me to change last time, I've already changed them. Take a look and see if they're correct or not."

  Purple ink nodded. Quickly stepped onto the gangway, fell to the deck, entered the cabin, pulled up a wooden board in the corner, and walked down the stairs. Next to the ladder was a prepared lamp, took out the tinder box and lit it, thinking while looking, if those people couldn't catch up, don't blame her for dirtying their silver.

  Just then, several swift horses galloped into the town of Xiannü, their hooves pounding out a rhythmic beat: tat-tat-tat. The leader was none other than Erlang. Zhong An Shi Lei followed closely behind him. The three men at the rear wore identical gray robes with belts around their waists and tight-fitting leggings, and they were all wearing cloud-stepping boots. Their eyes gleamed brightly, and they looked very capable.

  Suddenly Erlang dismounted and raised his horse's head, lifting its front hooves high, stopping in front of a tea shop.

  A young fellow with a smiling face greeted us, "Sir, would you like to have a cup of tea and take a rest?"

  The Second Son remained on horseback, looking down from his height at the shopkeeper and asked, "Excuse me, which direction does the Wild Chuan Ferry go?"

  "Five miles east." The shopkeeper had just finished speaking when he saw a flash of silver light in the air, and hastily stretched out his hand to catch it. It was a lump of silver, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, his head spinning like a top. "Thank you, sir! Thank..."

  However, in response to his call, there was only the sound of horses' hooves, and six people on six horses had already gone far away, leaving behind a trail of flying dust.

  "Don't give the two hundred taels of silver to that swindler." Shi Ke hurried up front, keeping pace with Er Lang, "I take a look at that guy's thieving eyebrows and rat-like eyes, his eyeballs shaking left and right, really can't be trusted."

  "It's unbelievable, yet believable." Zhong An also rode up, "We call this 'desperate times call for desperate measures', it all depends on luck now. But I think that Mo Ge has a clear brow and bright eyes, and the way he drank the toast at the end, he should have some skills. It's best if he travels with us, it'll be interesting to have him as company on the road."

  Shi Ke snorted, "You dare to ask? You oily-tongued little rascal who smuggles goods, I haven't heard a single sincere word from you. If it weren't for your promise not to report him, once this is over, I'll take people to catch him and his master."

  "A promise is a promise, and it's hard to take back what has been said." Erlang Jun's face sank slightly, "A small-time smuggler isn't worth worrying about. What's important is the matter at hand."

  Shi Ke glared at Zhong An, but had no anger towards Er Lang. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Suitable for Mother, that kid is lucky."

  Within five li, with six fine horses, it's just a moment. Erlang's eyesight is also good, he sees that tall stone pillar, the three characters "Wild Chariot Crossing" are bold and upright.

  "Who would have thought that such good characters could be found on a single stele?" Zhong An praised the calligraphy, unable to stop his admiration.

  Shi Ke looked around and saw that there were dozens of ships at the ferry terminal, large and small, and scratched his head in annoyance, "So many ships, which one is it?"

  "Stupid, isn't it called Yongfu?" Zhong An raised his head and looked over the names one by one.

  "What's 'eternal fortune'? Smuggling goods is called 'eternal fortune'?" Shi Lei cursed.

  The Second Son didn't say a word; he was looking for a person, not a name. Soon, he found him.

  In the vast sky, a figure in old green clothes, with a grey scarf, suddenly appeared before one's eyes.