Looking over again, Uncle Jiu looked pale, smoking a bag of water, and his pipe was trembling... A black shirt floated up in the river, closed his eyes, and his face was soaked in the river water, and it was quiet, as if he was sleeping forever, looking extremely cunning.

He was about to leave quickly on the boat, but the boy lying on the bow of the boat exclaimed.

The dark shadow on the river surface, his chest was undulating, and he seemed to be breathing.

"Uncle Jiu...wait, still alive!"

With a thud, the boy jumped into the river. Uncle Jiu had no choice but to stop. After a while, the boy dragged a man and a woman onto a boat.

The man was fine... he was shocked by himself before in the river.

But the moment the woman was taken on the boat, Meng Jiu was stunned.

He has lived in this small town for decades and has also seen the so-called immortal sect woman several times.

But compared to this woman, it is really far from that.

After a long time, Uncle Jiu came to his senses and felt vaguely glad in his heart. Fortunately, this boy was kind-hearted and saved the woman's life. Otherwise, it would be a pity to die in this river.

But... the man and woman, looking at their clothes and appearance, don't look like people from here, so why do they appear here?

"Did you jump into the river for love?" the young man murmured: "It doesn't look very similar..."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu nodded and strongly expressed his agreement.

These two people are not quite matched at first glance.

The boy squatted down and looked at the woman. The more he looked, the more he couldn't move his eyes away, and finally his eyebrows were almost twisted together.

The old man couldn't help laughing in silence, knocked the boy's head with a pipe and made a gesture.

"Uncle Jiu..."

The boy raised his head and said helplessly: "Although this girl is indeed beautiful... I don't have the intention."

Having said that.

He paused and murmured, "I just think... she looks familiar, and seems to have seen her somewhere..."

A violent cough sounded.

The tummy of the boat.

When the consciousness slowly returned to his body, Ning Yi felt as if he was submerged in the water.

A great practitioner can actually choke on water?!

He coughed violently, opened his eyes, his eyes blurred, and slowly returned to the clear light.

Around the river is undulating.

There was a bright smile in front of me.

The boy squatted on the bow of the boat, sat with several buckets of river fish, and grinned and said, "Stranger, what's your name?"

Ning Yi was stunned and he looked at his hands and slowly squeezed them.

The touch of clenching the fist and the drowning feeling of choking water... is too real.

So much so that he doubted that he had really come to a so-called "visual world"?

Or is this a real world?

"My name is... Ning Yi."

Ning Yi looked at the boy's bright smiling face, with a clear and innocent outline.

His eyes were moved.

"Good luck."

The master of the visual world, the simple and unpretentious boy with a hat, looked at this visitor who was not a remote mountain, racked his brains to find such a term that was reluctant to be considered a genius.

He smiled and stretched out a hand, held Ning Yi hard, introduced himself with a smile, and said.

"My name is Yu Qingshui."

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Chapter completed!