After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"Hey~"

"Hey~"

"Hey~"

Shortly after the large fleet left, to the north.

A small fishing boat, with a triangular yellow cloth as a sail, swayed and staggered as it headed south.

At the bow, a dark and thin Taoist priest was manipulating the triangular sail to catch the wind. His Taoist robe was tattered and the hair crown on his head was blown askew.

Behind the fishing boat, a chubby bald monk was paddling hard. Due to the large tonnage of the boat, the stern was obviously sinking, causing the bow to stick up high. The large oars in his hands were like two pieces of fire sticks.

The two men tried their best to operate the boat, but it was not sailing very fast. Instead, it looked like it was about to capsize at any time.

"Fahai, don't save your energy, the water is going to freeze." The Taoist turned to the monk and urged him.

"Ami, you are a jerk to my family. If it weren't for this rag of yours, we wouldn't have ended up like this?" the monk said unhappily.

"Even the wisest can make mistakes. I just had a small accident." The Taoist said stubbornly, "At least this sail is still useful, you see."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest demonstrated by shaking the simple triangular sail engine, and the bow swayed left and right, but he didn't seem to be very skilled at it.

"You call this an invention?" The big monk gritted his teeth in anger.

"This is called a soft sail, which is unique in the world. As long as the angle of this sail is right, you can sail against the wind. It is more convenient to use than a hard sail." The Taoist looked proud.

"Your thing is so powerful, why do you still need me to work so hard for it?" the monk retorted.

The Taoist priest was suddenly speechless, and his dark face turned red.

As they were talking, the fishing boat turned the corner in front of the river and suddenly a sunken ship appeared, half leaning on the riverbed, with part of it exposed above the water, blocking the way in front of the fishing boat.

"Oh no, turn around quickly!" The big monk exclaimed with his eyes wide open.

The Taoist turned around, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly manipulated the canvas to turn it, but it turned out to be the other way around.

The fishing boat Zhang Feng accelerated and headed straight towards the sunken ship.

"Bang!!"

"Oops~"

"Ah~"

"..."

Then there was a sound.

The fishing boat with its bow raised high took off with a ski jump and rolled onto the ice.

The Taoist priest and the monk were thrown into the air, and their faces, one big and one small, hit the ice hard and slid more than ten feet away.

The two men groaned for a long time before they stood up, covering their faces. They looked at the nearby ice cap and were confused for a while before their expressions turned into surprise and suspicion.

The nearby ice sheet was in ruins, stretching for miles. Countless arrows, crossbows, and wood fragments were suspended above the broken ice, and some places were still smoking.

The most tragic thing, of course, is the shipwreck on the beach.

"There is evil spirit!"

The big monk's fat face changed and he quickly twitched his nose to identify it.

It seemed that the wind direction was wrong, so he ran to the water again and licked the edge of the ice cover with a "slurp".

"What's the matter?" The Taoist priest came over with his face covered.

The great monk said nothing. Instead, he pressed his fingers together and chanted, "The wind and smoke from all directions enter my mouth. Mani Padme Hum, my tongue will taste the traces!" Then his tongue swished again, his eyes wide open, "There are demons stirring underwater. There's a smell of blood. Three of them are dead."

"What kind of monster?"

"Eel monster, crab monster, loach monster."

"The Black Dragon King and his gang?" The Taoist took a breath and said in surprise, "The Black Dragon King is not weak at all. Who could kill it underwater? Maybe it's just injured?"

"Ami, you are a Buddha. You can doubt that I can eat two hundred steamed buns in one meal, but you cannot doubt my ability to taste with my tongue. I have tasted the blood of my heart. These three-headed monsters will surely die." The big monk frowned.

The Taoist priest was speechless again, because the big monk's tongue never made any mistakes no matter what it licked.

Just like he said, it's supernatural power.

It is one level higher than magic, extremely magical and unreasonable.

"Now that the Black Dragon King is dead, who will pave the way for Tu Baishou?" the Taoist asked again.

"A carp spirit."

The monk's face was full of holiness, as if he was declaring a universal truth.

"Then let's chase them quickly. The carp spirit is leading the way, and the fleet will probably go straight to Linqing. If we are slow, they will really freeze." The Taoist said hurriedly.

So the two of them hurried to support the boat, but they found that the fishing boat was broken and there was a big hole in it, and even the weird sail was broken.

The monk's fat face twitched, and the Taoist looked embarrassed. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I have another invention, a paraglider, which can fly with the help of the wind."