Three months later, a tributary of the Panlong River passed through a small fishing village. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's an early morning, I don't know if it's because it's at the water's edge, there is a wisp of morning mist like silk floating lightly over the small fishing village, the two ends of the ribbon are tied to the fence at the entrance of the village and the river at the end of the village, outside the village, is a paddy field, which is full of green seedlings, in the breeze, these seedlings that carry the hope of the villagers for half a year, shake their heads with the wind.

On a wooden platform like a wharf by the river, a group of unkempt children sat around, in the middle was an old man who looked to be at least eighty years old, leaning on a chair, the old man held a hookah in both hands, from time to time there was a sound of cooing, a pair of eyes that had been clouded, I don't know how many vicissitudes of life have been precipitated.

"In the end, the fish crashed itself into the rock." After the old man finished speaking, he was smoking a hookah.

A group of children sitting around the side exploded, some of them were laughing, laughing at the old man for lying and deceiving them, how could there be such a stupid fish, some were just just just laughing, and some believed that there was really a fish that crashed into the stone, and argued with those who didn't believe it, only the old man quietly watched the group of children.

"Perhaps, the fish can not collide." A voice sounded in the old man's ear, not loud, but the old man heard it very clearly.

"If it doesn't, its companions will all be killed and its territory will be occupied." The old man slowly put down the hookah in his hand and said slowly.

"And what happens after it crashes and kills?" The young voice asked again.

"The territory was still occupied, and all of my companions became slaves, but they survived." I don't know if this is a follow-up to the story, or if the old man deliberately made it up.

"It would have been better if it had chosen to surrender at that time, it was really stupid, what did it change in the end by insisting on it?" The young voice was full of mockery.

The old man didn't speak, he picked up the hookah again, the sound of cooing and cooing sounded again, the children sitting around listening to the old man's story had all left, and the owner of the young voice did not appear, and only the sound of the old man and the river was left here for a while, but at this time, the old man's cloudy eyes had an extra meaning that was probably called sadness.

"The old rule, take two away, I'll pick it myself." In front of a large house in a small fishing village, it was an open space, crowded with people at the moment, men, women and children, all of them, probably almost all the people in the village, a man in a white robe stood in the middle, this person looked very luxurious in the white robe, the cuffs and edges were sewn with gold thread, it looked out of place with the villagers, obviously not from this village.

"Akato-sama ......"

"Don't say it, I can't give you any answers." Someone in the crowd had just spoken, and was immediately interrupted by the white-robed young man in the middle.

This white-robed young man's name is Chi Dong, he is a monk in the Qi refining period, he knows the question that the person who just spoke wants to ask, such a question, he will be asked every time he comes to this place, but every time, he has no way to answer, because that question, he is not qualified, to answer.

"This, and this, all right." Chidong walked into the crowd and stretched out his hand to point at the two people at random, only to see that the faces of the two people who were pointed at him had expressions like ashes in an instant.

They may not have seen that Chidong's withdrawn hand was clenched into a fist, as if he was also suffering something.

"Chito-sama, please, don't take my child...... Please......" The two people who were pointed out by Chidong knelt in front of him in unison, and they were already crying bitterly when they spoke.

Such a scene, Chi Dong will see several times a year, although he has become a little accustomed to watching it, but at the moment he still gritted his teeth, did not say a word, his face was painful, hesitant, entangled, all kinds of emotions were vividly expressed, but unfortunately no one wanted to see his face, even if this face was not only ugly, but also a little handsome.

"Don't say much, hurry up and get ready, and send it here in a moment, this seat has no time to waste." After finishing speaking, Chidong showed off for a while, as if a gust of wind blew out of thin air, and the surrounding crowd was blown backwards, but in the end they did not fall, and by the time they came back to their senses, Chidong had disappeared.

"Qiao San, Wu Tong, you guys get ready, alas......" A middle-aged man walked up to the two kneeling on the ground and helped them up one by one.

"Village chief, save my child, please." The man known as Qiao San hugged the middle-aged man's thigh and said with tears in his eyes.

"You...... Alas...... What's the trouble with that? The middle-aged man pulled Qiao San's hand, shook his head and sighed, and left the clearing after speaking.

"What kind of village chief are you, just let the children in the village be taken away one by one, what kind of village chief are you, what kind of village chief are you......" When the middle-aged man left, Qiao San shouted in the clearing, his whole person was already a little crazy, and he couldn't stop running around in the open space with red eyes, and the sound of scolding in his mouth spread throughout the entire small fishing village.

The middle-aged man who had already left turned around and walked back to the clearing, and when he saw the middle-aged man coming over, Qiao San also stopped scolding and moving, and glared at their village chief angrily.

"And what do you want?" The middle-aged man also glared at Qiao San and said.

"I, we're fighting him!" Qiao San didn't dare to meet the middle-aged man's gaze, and turned his head and shouted.

"Smack." A crisp voice sounded, and the middle-aged man's slap landed on Qiao San's face.

"You have a kind of say it again." The middle-aged man had a dark face, and anyone could see that he was already angry.

"We fought with him!" At this moment, Qiao San had lost his due reason, and really yelled again.

"Smack." Another heavy slap fell on Qiao San's face, and the middle-aged man didn't mean to keep his hand at all, and blood flowed from the corner of Qiao San's mouth.

"Ahh Qiao San was originally a man in the prime of life, his own child was selected, and he was slapped in the face twice, and he was already a little crazy, and he couldn't bear to punch the middle-aged man at the moment.

In the face of Qiao San's punch, the middle-aged man also clenched his fists, no one intended to tolerate it, no one gave in, only fists, and reasoned with fists.

The two gritted their teeth and hit each other's faces, very pure power, not a little fancy, and there was no one and a half moves mixed in, so that the punches of the two people who had not learned martial arts attacking each other would inevitably hit, and then, the two who had suffered such a heavy blow would be injured and fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey, I'm going to die." Just as the two of them were about to slap each other's attacks on each other's faces, their fists were grabbed in their hands, and the huge impact seemed to disappear in an instant.

In the midst of them, I don't know when a black-haired young man appeared, this young man grabbed their fists with both hands, and his face looked as helpless as an adult seeing a child make a mistake.

The middle-aged man and Qiao San both wanted to withdraw their fists, but they found that it was not a simple matter, their fists were obviously grabbed by someone, but they felt as if they were being tightly clamped by iron tongs, no matter how hard they tried, they just didn't move.

"Let go." Qiao San said angrily.

"Fall for me." The young man really let go of Qiao San's hand, but he kicked him in the abdomen, and then stretched out his leg and flicked, Qiao San flew out directly, crashed into the wall of a house and fainted.

"The eldest is not small, and he still learns children to fight." Xiaochen let go of the middle-aged man's hand and did not attack him.

"Shaoxia, you ......" The middle-aged man can naturally see that people are extraordinary, and there is no meaning of blame in his heart, after all, no one likes to be injured when they are fine.