Zhao Yi and Wu Jian crossed the frustration and did not stop all the way, and rushed to the edge of the Dajiang Trench at dusk.

But seeing that the river is mighty, boundless, and the water waves are misty, like smoke and yarn.

Zhao Yi had never been so close to the river, and he had a feeling of excitement, and the river in front of him seemed to contain incomparably majestic and endless power.

This power can destroy the world and incarnate all things.

Zhao Yi saw Wu Jian holding the sword with both hands around his chest, and looked at Da Jiang with stunned eyes, so he asked, "Wu Jian, what are you looking at?"

"Oe. Wu Jian replied very simply.

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes, stopped making a sound, and turned his head to look at the river again.

But I heard Wu Jian as if talking to himself: "The Confucian saint once said that the deceased is like this, but he has not tasted it." This vast moat, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many heroes and heroes have been buried and the vicissitudes of the world. ”

Zhao Yi glanced at the witch sword in surprise, and then said in the tone of the witch sword: "Dao Ancestor also said that goodness is like water, and water benefits all things without fighting. ”

Wu Jian didn't care about Zhao Yi's destruction of the atmosphere, and then Zhao Yi's words said: "It can be seen that Confucianism and Taoism have been different since that time, one is happy to move, the other is happy to be quiet, just like the two sides of yin and yang. ”

Zhao Yi let go of the horse's reins, let it gnaw grass on the shore, then picked up a stone from the ground, leaned over and threw it towards the river.

The stone flakes floated in a series of water, like a bird treading water, but the stone flakes were swallowed up by the river before they could float a tenth of the surface of the river.

Zhao Yi asked casually, "Wu Jian, what did you do before, how do you know so much?"

Wu Jian replied, "I was thinking just now, how do we get to the other side of the river?" ”

Zhao Yi finally had to admit that his personal guard not only had problems with his body, making it impossible to distinguish between men and women, but also had a very problematic brain.

Acknowledging this fact, Zhao Yi's heart is no longer entangled, strange people naturally can't be looked at with a normal heart.

Zhao Yi asked: "Wu Jian, do you have any money with you?"

Wu Jian glanced at Zhao Yi, and his tightly closed mouth did not mean to open at all.

Zhao Yi was completely convinced, and unconsciously reached out and touched his arms, the money bag had already dried up a lot.

At this time, the sky was already much darker, and the wind was blowing on the river, and the river surface that was blowing smoothly was wrinkled.

Wu Jian suddenly said, "It's coming!"

Zhao Yi was about to ask him what he was doing, but he saw a boat slowly floating out of the reeds, and a white-haired old man standing at the bow of the boat was slowly rocking the boat, and stopped about twenty steps from the shore.

The white-haired old man looked around and shouted, "Two descendants, do you want to cross the river?"

Zhao Yi turned his head to look at Wu Jian, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, everything was up to him.

Wu Jian opened his mouth and spat out a word: "Pass." ”

Zhao Yi said happily as if he had received an order: "Okay!"

Then he waved his hand to the white-haired old man on the boat and shouted, "Old man, we are going to cross the river, can you send us over?"

The white-haired old man answered, and then rocked the boat slowly and leisurely towards the shore.

When the boat arrived at the shore, Zhao Yi felt a dilemma, the white-haired old man's boat had no problem carrying him and Wu Jian, but what about the two horses?

Zhao Yi asked, "Uncle, what should we do with this horse? Your boat can't carry it!"

The white-haired old man stood up straight, looked at the horses behind the two of them in a similar manner, and then said with a smile: "Hou Sheng, take your horses on the boat together, I won't count yours, just add two people's boat money." ”

Zhao Yi thought to himself that this was the same kind of person who had met Wu Jian, and he knew that he should have been allowed to come forward. He hurriedly shook his hand and said, "Old man, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean the boat money, although it was also that or something, I want to say that your ship can fit our horses?"

The white-headed old man touched his chin, there were only a few sparse gray beards, and said happily: "The future is thinking that my boat is small, and I am dissatisfied with you saying that my boat has a characteristic, and when it meets a big person, it will become big even if it is small." If it is a small person, it will be big and small. ”

Seeing that Zhao Yi was still suspicious, the white-headed old man said again: "If you don't believe it, you two can get on the boat and try it." ”

Then he turned and took out a plank from the cabin, one end to the shore and the other to the bow of the ship.

With a stomach full of curiosity, Zhao Yi turned around to lead the horse, and then walked to the boat, this time Wu Jian actually didn't stop Zhao Yi, nor did he say that Zhao Yi would wait for him to get on the boat first.

When he arrived at the side of the boat, Zhao Yi stepped onto the boat by himself, and the wooden hull suddenly shook, and the white-haired old man hurriedly held the rod to stabilize the hull, and said with a smile: "You are really not light in the future!"

Zhao Yi turned around and smiled apologetically, and then went to pull the reins of the horse hard, the horse was a little afraid of water, and refused to get on the boat after a few struggles at first, but in the case of Zhao Yi pulling hard, he tried to step on the plank with his front feet, and then got on the boat in two steps.

Strange things happened, looking at the small boat, now loaded with Zhao Yi and his horse, there is still extra open space next to it.

After Wu Jian got on the boat with Zhao Yi, he also led the horse to the boat.

There are two more people and two horses on this boat, and it is not crowded at all, Zhao Yi can't figure out what is going on when he touches his head.

The white-haired old man said with a smile on his face: "How about it? ”

Zhao Yi finally understood that the old man in front of him was not as simple as an old boatman, he often heard people say when he was in Los Angeles, Jingxiang land, rich in treasures, outstanding people, in the mountains and villages, there are many capable people.

On this trip, he just walked out of the door, and he had already met two extraordinary old people.

Zhao Yi smiled wryly at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man took the reins from Zhao Yi and Wu Jian's hands, tied their horses to an iron stake at the bow of the boat, and then took back the plank and put it in the cabin.

The white-haired old man put away the pole, and then began to rock the oars rhythmically, and the wooden boat slowly drifted towards the center of the river.

Zhao Yi, who was standing in front of the boat, looked at the oncoming river, and felt more and more the vastness of the river.

The white-haired old man shook the oars while tearing out his throat and singing, the song was clear and long, which made people feel peaceful when they listened to it.

Zhao Yi saw that the white-haired old man sang interestingly, so he listened carefully to the lyrics he sang: "The son is a person from Luzhong, I am a fisherman, a person from Luzhong, a fisherman, three taels of loess and two taels of wood, both of which have become ancestors." ”

After listening to the white-haired old man singing, Zhao Yi turned to face the white-haired old man, and asked with a smile: "Old man, what you sing in your song is the story of the Spring and Autumn War, right?"

The white-haired old man's face that has been soaked in wind and frost has an indescribable sense of vicissitudes, but he is always happy, "Yes, those two ancestors are also from Chudi, and the fisherman in the lyrics is still the ancestor of the old man." ”

Zhao Yi glanced at the witch sword standing at the stern of the boat, and saw that he was looking away, Zhao Yi simply sat on the bow of the boat, and then showed great interest, "Grandpa, it was all a thousand years ago, so your old man has lived on this river for generations?"

The white-haired old man who looked like a candle in the wind, shook the boat for most of the day, but he didn't see him tired, I don't know if the old man was already talkative, or he was very close to Zhao Yi, the old and the young who met for the first time, as if they had forgotten the New Year, there were talking and laughing, so they almost sat down and drank shoulder to shoulder.

"As the saying goes, rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat the water, the old Han ancestors have lived by this big river for generations, and they all guard the big river to make a living, I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave!" the white-haired old man sighed.

Zhao Yi thought for a while, and then asked, "Grandpa, your family has lived here for generations, so you are very familiar with our Chudi?"

The white-haired old man grinned and said: "Familiar, familiar, this big river connects the north and the south, east and west, and there is no wind that does not pass through here, and it will naturally get into the ears of the old man." ”

Zhao Yi saw that it had been so long, the boat had not yet reached the center of the river, and it would take a while to reach the other side, so he wanted to take advantage of this time to chat with the white-haired old man more.

Then he said, "Old man, can you tell me about it? I just came to Chu from the north, and I am not familiar with this place. ”

The white-haired old man looked at Zhao Yi who was sitting at the bow of the boat, shook his head and said: "It's really strange, the place in the north that is full of wind and sand, bitter cold and cold, can actually give birth to such a delicate and handsome little brother with fine skin and tender meat, if it is in our place with beautiful mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, it is reasonable." ”

It's not the first time Zhao Yi has heard someone describe himself like this, and after hearing too much, he is no longer blushing and shy.

The white-haired old man shook his head and said "strange" again, which introduced the situation in Chudi, "Our Chudi is often called the Southern Barbarians by the Central Plains, saying that we are ignorant and uncivilized, but in fact it is not right, saying that we are ignorant is because we are in Chudi and Baiyue and Baiman, these places, believe in evil gods, worship witchcraft, do not read sage books, and can see strange obscene shrines everywhere. Alas, these evil gods and witches have done a lot of harm to ordinary people. ”

When the white-haired old man said this, he turned his head to look at the vast river, and his face was full of vicissitudes, and he was full of melancholy.

After being silent for a moment, the white-haired old man turned his head to look at Zhao Yi again, smiled, and said, " Don't talk about this, and say why it is wrong to say that we are ignorant and uncivilized, that is because only those old pedantics who read books and read their brains badly say this, they don't hear the world often say, how many geniuses we have in Chudi, from here to the west two hundred miles away in the three thousand miles of Yunmeng Daze, there are many strange people who live in seclusion, and since the chaos in the world at the end of the previous dynasty, there have been wealthy families who have moved to Chudi, which not only enhances the financial resources and population of Chudi, but also brings the literary style of the Central Plains to our Chudi. ”

Zhao Yi heard the old man talk about the wealthy family, so he asked, "Grandpa, what are the wealthy families in our Chu land?"

"That's a lot. ”

The old man stopped rocking the oars, turned around and entered the cabin, and when he came out again, he held a clay pot in his right hand and a clay bowl in his left hand, and handed a bowl of tea to Zhao Yi.

"This is the coarse tea made by the old woman in the family, you can taste it in the future, and it will quench your thirst."

Zhao Yi saw that the old man was enthusiastic, so he took the pottery bowl and put it to his mouth and drank it, the entrance was a little bitter, but then the bottom of his tongue was full of relish, giving birth to a sweetness.

Zhao Yi couldn't help nodding, then drank a bowl in one gulp, and praised loudly while returning the pottery bowl to the old man: "It's really good tea!"

The white-haired old man laughed, turned around and went to bring tea to the Wu Jian at the stern, Zhao Yi hurriedly said: "Grandpa, he doesn't like tea." ”

Who knew that Wu Jian Lao dismantled his platform, turned his head and showed a smile to the white-haired old man, and said, "I like to drink." ”

This is the first time Zhao Yi has seen Wu Jianxiao, although there is a cabin in the middle, Zhao Yi can still see it clearly.

Zhao Yi searched desperately in his mind, wanting to use a word to describe it, and finally thought of the word "sweet", that's right, Wu Jian's smile gave people a sweet taste.

Zhao Yi was suspicious in his heart, how could a man laugh like this? The curiosity that had been suppressed by him began to make a fuss again, and he couldn't wait to run over and pick up Wu Jian's clothes now to find out.

I don't know if Wu Jian felt Zhao Yi's dirty thoughts, after he finished drinking tea, he glanced at Zhao Yi intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes were a little sharp, revealing a chill from the bitter cold land.