Chapter 249: A Coincidental Encounter with an Immortal

Blowing clouds and traveling all over the world, making shadows to the three mountains. ---------Tang Dynasty. Yellow Crane

The river is rushing and pouring for thousands of miles. These more than 5,000 sturdy rattan cages go down the water, stumbling and drifting between the deep mountains and valleys on the border of Sichuan and Liang, sometimes being shot down by waterfalls in deep pools, sometimes being bounced into the sky by rocks, if there is a drone aerial photography at this time, it will definitely be able to shoot a magical scene of a hundred cages competing for the stream, which is also spectacular.

This time it is hard to suffer from the humble martial arts Zhou Budo, although Xiaopang usually has good physical fitness, but this time it is a moment of topspin, a moment of sidespin, a moment of wheel dance, and a moment of burial in the water, but he suffered a big sin, and poured all the things in his stomach that could and could not vomit into the cage, and the cage smelled very smelly. Fortunately, Chen Long was busy taking care of other rattan cages that were stuck in the rocks or rushed into the rock crevices by the rapids, so he was relieved of the pain of smelling in the same cage with Zhou Budo.

Relying on his profound internal strength and peerless light skills, Long Chen leaped and jumped between the rapids and ravines, trying his best to bring all the other rattan cages into the main river. Rao is that he has miraculous internal strength, and after half a day, he is also tired and out of breath, and he feels as if he has reached the limit of the realm of group rest. Chen Long returned to the cage, and saw that Zhou Budo was dying, and he was busy stabilizing the rattan cage, and Zhou Budo's breathing gradually stopped, and his face turned red. Unexpectedly, the rattan cage rose into the air, jumped into the void, and fell down the waterfall more than ten meters high again, the rattan cage fell on the water surface under the waterfall, and then hit the rattan cage of several comrades who were piled up under the waterfall, and rolled downstream again at an incredible angle. At this moment, even Long Chen couldn't stand it a little, so he hurriedly flew out of the cage and flew to the cliff next to him to catch his breath for a while, observing the situation of the other rattan cages. Zhou Budo saw that the lord flew out of the rattan cage again, and once again clasped the gap in the rattan cage with both hands, and his face was as earthy as bitter as no mention.

In this way, the Qinglong Expeditionary Force hid in this strange container, drifting with the tide, after two days and two nights of tossing, just when everyone was exhausted and struggling to support, suddenly the water potential changed, it seemed to rush out of the 100,000 mountains, thousands of rattan cages were floating and sinking, the water surface was instantly stable, and many soldiers drilled their heads out of the rattan cages and cheered. Chen Long drilled his head out of the rattan cage exit, only to see that the river surface was as smooth as a mirror, the water color was crystal clear, the green mountains on both sides of the river came out of each other, the scenery was charming, the water was clear and the sky was blue, just like walking in the Ten Mile Gallery. Chen Long hurriedly pulled the prostrated Zhou Budo, and with the other hand a rattan cage, he used enough internal strength to loudly beckon the sergeant to rest in the open space on the shore.

Zhou Budo was finally able to lie on the flat ground to rest, tears of excitement, and constantly thanking God. In the past two days, Zhou Dajunshi has not drunk much mineral water, but he has not eaten any food, and the kung fu of Chen Long and other armies has not been mentioned for Zhou Budo to relax his muscles and recuperate.

It is the late spring and early summer, the grass and trees on the river bank are green, the yellow flowers are like a thick carpet, and the river unfolds in front of you, just like a green Luo jade belt, winding between the peaks of ten thousand points. While healing Zhou Budo, Long Chen enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, not knowing that the big river in front of him was the Jialing River that flowed through the Sword Pavilion plank road area?

Wuma Creek rafting can be said to be more difficult than Deng Ai walking the Yinping path, Deng Ai can be wrapped in a blanket and roll down the cliff, and Chen Long can also lead the army to drift in the canyon to find a way. If it weren't for this unsinkable, tough and sturdy vine, this feat would not have been achieved. When the soldiers came ashore, they all brought the rattan cages ashore, and they all walked a little swaying, like a bunch of soft-footed shrimp.

Chen Long took advantage of the fact that the river was clean and busy gathering his troops, although this section of the river was gentle, there were still no ships, and it was obvious that there were other steep places in the upper and lower reaches, and it was not navigable. In the evening, the large army was finally assembled, and some temporary shacks were built with grass and trees, and they went down to Dazhai, and those rattan cages were used as the fence of Dazhai.

The platoon commanders of each squad counted the number of people and reported one after another, that the number of missing people in the canyon drifting totaled 235, more than 50 died, and the total number of troops that had returned to the group was more than 9,600. Chen Long silently prayed for the missing and killed soldiers in his heart, and ordered the whole army to rest on the spot after eating, and send a reconnaissance force early tomorrow morning to learn the details of the landing site.

There was nothing to say all night, and the canyon rafting tossed the Qinglong Expeditionary Force to vomit food and blood, and slept peacefully in this small peach garden until dawn all night. The First Legion is Chen Long's descendant army when he started in Lingling, Chen Long also loves soldiers like children, relying on his profound internal skills, he personally guards the night shift, drives away the insects, snakes, tigers and leopards that come to invade, and serves as the escort of the soldiers overnight.

Early the next morning, the expeditionary force woke up and immediately sent a small force to go deep into the mountains to reconnoiter the terrain and find out the local hunters and fishermen, hoping to find out which section of the Jialing River they had reached and how far they were from the Sword Pavilion Plank Road. Zhou Budo saw that his health was better after resting and eating, and he also moved on the grass to recover his strength.

After the scout went, Chen Long leaned on the shore and basked in the sun, because of physical fatigue, he had not slept all night, and gradually his eyes swelled up, the river was leisurely, and he felt that the sun was like a sympathetic hand gently caressing his face, and he remembered the scene of meeting with peach blossoms in Qingxi Village, as if it was just yesterday. Thoughts are like this sunshine, always warmly entwining their fiery hearts. Missing is like a silk thread, presumably your own silk thread can also cause that peach blossom to miss herself, right?

Gao Shun and Lu Chang took the guards and surrounded Chen Long, and in the warm sunshine, Chen Long closed his eyes and fell asleep with peace of mind. In his sleep, on the surface of the river, which is like a glazed treasure, a small fishing boat rows silently, cutting a broken jade-like scratch on the water surface, and the trace is gradually repaired with the drift of the water, and becomes a piece of jasper again.

On the fishing boat, there is a fisherman with a hat on his head, the long penny lightly touches the bottom of the river, wandering among the green mountains and green waters, the cormorant on the bow of the boat is clearly visible, jumping into the river water from time to time to fish, a good group of clear water boats, fishermen's scenery. The fish chased by the cormorant jumped up, and the silver scales flashed in the sunlight, as if leaving a few silver halos, and then plunged into the water with a thud, bringing crystal pearl-like droplets of water to splash around.

The fisherman cast another net, and seemed to have a good harvest, and in his high spirits, he seemed to be singing. So the moving fishing song rose loudly, and the melody was very familiar:

"Heaven and earth are long, passers-by are hurried, the tide rises and falls;"

"Grievances and grievances, life and death, how many people can see through?"

"Rolling red dust, infatuation is deep, and there will be a time to gather and disperse;

"Stay half awake, leave half drunk, at least you follow in your dreams!"

"I bet my youth on tomorrow, and you exchange your true feelings for this life."

"I don't know how much sorrow there is in the world, why not go back in style!"

Chen Long was surprised in his heart, how did this fisherman know the songs of the later generations, could it be that he also traveled from the later generations? I woke up in the center of the shock, and it turned out to be a dream of Nanke. There is a real fishing song in the ear, although I can't understand what is sung, the tune of the song is vicissitudes and simplicity, which makes people forget to listen to it. Chen Long hit the pergola and saw that there was really a small fishing boat on the glass-like river.

Gao Shun saw that the lord woke up, and without waiting for orders, he loudly interrupted the fishing song and beckoned the fisherman to come to the shore. The fisherman noticed a pile of rattan cages on the left side of the river, and was wondering what it was, when he suddenly heard someone shouting at him, he was even more curious, and he was not afraid, so he lit the boat.

The small fishing boat leaned against the shore, and with a slight touch of Chen Long's feet, he had already flown off the cabin and stood firmly opposite the fisherman. The fisherman saw that Chen Long was excellent, and he was not surprised by surprise, his expression was steady, he didn't seem to be an ordinary villager, but he just gave a faint salute with his crossed hands.

Chen Long saw that although the fisherman was dressed in sackcloth, his face was delicate, and his three locks of black beard could not hide the spirit of a fairy, so he hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Disturb Brother Ren." I am Chen Long, leading the army into the fairyland by mistake, and I don't know the way back. Brother Ren is fishing for a living? ”

The fisherman did not answer, but pointed to the rattan cages stacked in the distance and said, "You are hiding in the cages and drifting down?" Long Chen nodded in acknowledgement.

The fisherman laughed and said, "It seems that he is related to the general." According to the legend of the ancestors in my village, the ancestors who founded my village also hid in cages and drifted here. ”

Chen Long was overjoyed and said: "It turns out that there is really such a thing! We have been drifting down from Wuma Creek in the depths of the mountains, and we can meet the descendants of our ancestors here, and we really have a fate to meet thousands of miles away! ”

The fisherman muttered "There is a fate to meet thousands of miles away", and said with a bright look in his eyes: "The general's conversation is extraordinary and unforgettable. Villain Li Yi, what can you do for the general? ”

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.