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Chapter 478 (Three hundred seventy-seven)

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    Jiu Taoist and others guessed correctly, the exit of the cave was outside the city wall, under a small hill outside the city wall some distance away from the city wall, this small hill happened to block the sight of patrolling soldiers on the city wall.

    Five people got out of the hole. At this time, the sky was still a little dark, and there were hills blocking the view. The soldiers guarding the city did not see them.

    But when they went to look for the drunkard again, they found that he had long since disappeared, as if he had come to lead them out of Wuchang City.

    In fact, they were in an extremely dangerous situation in the Chu Palace just now. Lama Hongri and Mu Changqing have already arrived at the Chu Palace. The person in that room should be the governor of Huguang. They probably searched other places and found no trace of the five people.  So he came to the governor and planned to search the Chu Palace.

    If they hadn't been led out by the drunkard, they would have been searched.

    Only the wine priest saw what the drunkard was doing in the kitchen, so little monk Rongxin, Tantai Wutian, Zhou Feiyan, and Ah Qingqing all asked him who he was.

    But the wine Taoist didn't know this person, mainly because the broken hat was always covering his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly at all.

    He had no choice but to say that he didn't know this person either.  Si Xiao was a little disappointed.

    Seeing the disappointed expression on Si Xiaoxiao's face, a picture suddenly flashed through the mind of the alcoholic Taoist priest, which was the straw rope tied around the waist of the drunkard he saw.

    Could it be him?  With such high martial arts, but with a straw rope tied around his waist as a belt, this is the only one he can think of - the old man Fanghe, the head of the Diancang School of Qijue Palace in Diancang Mountain.

    But the wine priest didn't tell Si Xiao, after all, it was just his speculation, and since he had his own reasons for refusing to show his true face, he didn't have to reveal his identity.

    The five of them took a few steps forward, the little monk Rong Xin had sharp eyes, suddenly stopped and pointed to the ground and said, "Look, what is this?"

    Jiu Taoist, Tantai Wutian, Zhou Feiyan, and Ah Qingqing walked over, looked at the ground, and found an arrow drawn on the ground.

    Looking at the scratches on the arrow, it should have been drawn with feet, and judging by the freshness of the soil, it was clearly painted not long ago.  It seems that the drunkard should have painted it, and left after painting.

    Everyone saw that the arrow was pointing in one direction, and the wine priest said: "Come on, let's go in the direction pointed by the arrow."

    The Jiu Taoist was in front, and Si Xiao followed behind, walking in the direction pointed by the arrow.

    After a short walk, everyone found that they were on the bank of the Han River. It seemed that the drunk meant to let them go by water.

    Sure enough, not long after walking along the river, a small pier appeared in front of it. A covered boat that could seat more than ten people was tied to the pier of the pier. A boatman squatted on the bow, wearing a hat to cover his eyes.  Most of the face was covered.

    The wine Taoist noticed that the boatman was wearing blue-black coarse cloth clothes, and a straw rope was tied around his waist.

    The wine priest took a step forward and greeted the boatman: "The boatman"

    The boatman stood up slowly, picked up the pole, propped the boat sideways, and then stood at the bow without saying a word.

    The wine priest yelled again: "Boatman"

    The boatman stood still and said briefly, "Get on board."

    The wine Taoist looked at the fourth child, and jumped on board the boat first, and the fourth child followed him and jumped onto the boat one after another.

    The boatman untied the rope tied to the bridge pier, pushed the boat lightly on the pier with a pole, and pushed the boat into the water near the center of the river.

    Then, go to the bow and shake the rudder.

    Because it is downstream, the boatman rocks very leisurely.

    The water flow in this section of the Han River is relatively gentle. The wide water surface and the clear blue water reflect the morning sun and flow slowly. The sun shines on the river like a lot of fine gold and silver flakes sprinkled on the river.

    The four boys sat on the bow of the boat and looked at the river. After a night of running away, they were tired and hungry. The four of them looked at the mighty river across the bow of the boat.

    At this moment, the little monk Rongxin suddenly remembered something, and pulled the two cloth bags that had been carrying on his body to the front of him, and put them on the boat board.

    Tantai Wutian looked at the oil stains and wet marks on the cloth bag, and asked, "What is it?"

    The little monk Rongxin untied the bag and looked inside. Fortunately, although the food was cold, it hadn't started to rot yet.

    Hearing Tantai Wutian's question, he swallowed, raised his head and said, "Uncle Wutian, it's for food."

    "Then let's eat something" Tantai Wutian looked at Zhou Feiyan and Ah Qingqing and greeted them.

    Zhou Feiyan and Ah Qingqing looked at the oily and wet cloth bag and frowned.

      But they were so hungry that they couldn't take it anymore, so they still came together.

    The wine priest was originally sitting near the canopy of the boat, when he saw the little monk Rongxin take out the cloth bag, he suddenly remembered the wine in his wine gourd.

    After taking the wine gourd off his back for a look, he suddenly slapped his thigh, exclaiming what a pity, looking extremely frustrated.

    It turned out that after pouring wine into the wine gourd in the kitchen, he wanted to take another jar of wine, but was blocked by the drunkard. Then the drunkard stood up and ran, and he chased after him. Until now, he forgot to give it to him.  The wine gourd was covered, and a lot of wine was spilled in the wine gourd along the way. Originally most of the gourd contained less than half of the wine.

    The fourth child heard him call it a pity, and seeing his expression, thought that some great event had happened, so they hurriedly asked, what's the matter?

    The wine priest slapped his thigh again, looked at the wine gourd and said, my wine!

    Only then did the fourth elementary school understand what had happened, let out a sigh of relief, and said tantai Wutian: "Senior, come and eat?"

    The wine Taoist raised his head with regret and said, "If you have any meat, give me a piece of meat."

    The little monk Rongxin gave him a cold pig's trotter from the bag containing meat and vegetables, and there was still solidified fat on the pig's trotter.

    The wine priest took it and took a quick bite, as if to vent his regret of spilling the wine in the gourd. Then he picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of the wine.

    The wine Taoist really has amazing physical strength, and his palms are also very big. Such a heavy wine gourd can hold the gourd's waist with one hand and pour wine from the mouth of the gourd to his mouth.

    However, he only took a sip before putting down the wine gourd. He just gnawed on the pig's trotters. It seemed that he felt that there was too little wine in the gourd, so he was reluctant to drink more, so as not to encounter the previous situation of no wine again.

    The four little ones also ate some roast chicken, lamb leg and so on, and even the little monk Rongxin ate some meat.  They really couldn't eat rice and steamed buns at this time.

    After eating a little full, Si Xiao sat on the bow of the boat. At this time, the sun in the sky slowly rose higher and higher, and the river water shone brightly one by one. With the swaying of the river, Si Xiao kept shining  eyes, they couldn't help dozing off in a daze.

    The wine priest didn't doze off, he stood up, walked around the canopy, and walked to the other side of the boat.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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