Although he felt the fluctuation of the water current, Yang Shuang did not act immediately.

And the unknown seems to be tempting, swimming left and right for a long time, stunned without the slightest movement.

One person and one thing were at a stalemate, and after another moment, the fluctuations of the water gradually dissipated.

Just when Yang Shuang was disappointed and thought that the other party was gone, a cold object suddenly fell on his left ankle.

Then, a huge force comparable to the drag of a war horse struck, and suddenly dragged him into the water.

Good thief!

Yang Shuang was not afraid, his right hand held the horizontal knife in his mouth, and his left hand quickly grabbed his ankle.

However, at this moment, the cold touch disappeared in an instant, and the horizontal knife that stabbed down quickly did nothing.

What a blistering speed!

Yang Shuang scolded secretly, no longer using himself as a bait, since the other party is so vigilant, he will not be fooled again tonight.

By the time he went ashore and ordered the soldiers to light torches, Yang Awu had already woken up.

However, the spirit of the little lady is a little sluggish, and she seems to be overly frightened.

When she saw Yang Shuang who was wet and crawling ashore, she suddenly howled and cried, flew up, and hung on Yang Shuang like a sloth.

The clothes of the two were wet, and at this moment they were like being honest with each other, feeling the two bulges on their chests, Yang Shuang was excited and a little embarrassed at the same time.

"Governor, you didn't get hurt, did you?" Yang Yichen asked with concern.

"I ran away, I didn't catch it, and I didn't feel what the hell it was!"

Yang Shuang hugged Yang Awu and looked at the river again, he had a feeling that the thing was not gone, and he was still watching himself in the water!

"Everyone, stay away from the river and explore again tomorrow!"

"Yes, Grand Duke!"

Yang Shuang took the black feather cloak handed by Shi Da and wrapped it around the little girls, and walked quickly into the camp tent.

In the distance, where no one noticed, Yang Jian stood with his hands in his hands.

Beside him, Zhang Xutuo hesitated a little, "Holy Lord, do you want to take the fifth princess over?" ”

Yang Jian shook his head and didn't answer, but he was thinking in his heart that if it was Xiao Wu, he would definitely not do anything to his little daughter.

If it weren't for Xiao Wu and his daughter marrying him, he would not be an outsider in the future.

Farther away, Dugu Jialuo hid behind the tent, quietly watching the first two.

Beside him, Gonggong Cao looked at his nose and his nose at his heart.

Early in the morning of the second day.

I don't know if it was the injury on the ankle that caused the infection, or if the shock was too much, Yang Awu was sick!

And, it's serious.

Huddled tightly in the cashmere quilt, holding someone's water bladder to warm their feet in winter, shivering.

Originally, Yang Shuang thought it was a cold and fever, but a few pairs of herbal juice went down, and it was useless.

Abba frowned, hesitated for a long time, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, picked up the table and ran outside the tent, put on various tributes, and danced the witch wish.

Yang Shuang raised his eyebrows, is there really a moth?

With Abaulala's awkward dance, a miracle happened, Yang Awu, who had been tossing all night and calling him cold, not only did he not shiver, but he even slept smoothly.

"What's going on?"

Abba glanced at everyone, pulled Yang Shuang aside, and used gestures with his hands and feet, the meaning was very clear: wait for the herbs to exert their curative effects!

Nima, is this what pretending to be a ghost is for?

Yang Shuang shook his hand and slapped the back of his head.

Wei Wentong fought with the old man and the old man, and was severely poisoned, and was sent to the Gu Clan Pharmacy in Daxing City for treatment, in order to prevent the untimely death of these two fierce generals, Zhong Kui also followed.

At noon, Zhong Kui returned to the camp and informed the two that they were fine, but also brought back bad news.

Spread in Daxing City, the Weishui River is haunted!

Last night, I paid tribute to the families of the soldiers who died in the war, and more than a dozen people drowned in the river!

Yang Shuang's expression was slightly condensed, what happened last night spread in Daxing City this morning?

It's a bit weird!

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the bruises on the ankles of the little girls, the scratches in the shape of the palm were still obvious, was it a human or a ghost?

However, no matter which one it is, the thing that attacked him in the water is nothing extraordinary!

Yang Jian seemed to be very busy, and his daughter was injured, so he didn't rush to visit.

In the afternoon, Jing Zhaoyi, the newly appointed man in Daxingcheng, as well as Han Baohu, He Ruobi and others welcomed the emperor back.

Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was out of negligence, no one took Yang Awu away.

Looking at the little ladies who lifted the cashmere quilt, revealing a red and fluttering face, and were still asleep, Yang Shuang sighed.

The Weishui River is haunted, and maybe it's not something he can participate in.

There's definitely something greasy in this!

"General, there are rumors in Daxing City that the Son of Heaven has no virtue, forcing Liu, Liang Shiyan, Yu Wenxin and others to rebel, and killing the people in vain and using the people as shields, staining Weishui with blood, and provoking the anger of the Dragon King of Weishui."

"Moreover, it is rumored that Jingshui, which is three hundred miles away in the north, has also become very turbid for some reason, as if there is a dragon wandering, warning today."

"Also, the song came out of nowhere, and the little baby also coaxed together, what day will be chaotic, there will be a big demon, a disaster star will come to the world, and there will be a flood."

The sentinels who went to the north to investigate Wang Qiong's army sent back the news one after another.

Yang Shuang pondered, no matter what is in the river, there must be someone who wants to take the opportunity to cause trouble.

As the largest tributary of the Yellow River, the Weishui flows hundreds of millions of dollars per year, and contains countless amounts of sediment, and Jingshui, the largest tributary of the Weishui, is also extraordinary.

However, the former flows through the Guanzhong Plain, where the sediment has been filtered, while the latter flows through the Loess Plateau, where the sediment is aggravated again.

Jing water is already turbid, otherwise where does the idiom 'Jing Wei distinguish' come from.

It is ridiculous that those who cause trouble attribute the turbidity of the water to the vision of falling from the sky.

Thinking about it, Yang Shuang suddenly realized that something seemed wrong!

is the so-called Tang poetry and Song lyrics, there is a 'clear distinction' in this era?

"Zhong Kui!"

"Here, big brother, do you want to cut off the Weishui and capture the river demon?" Zhong Kui looked eager, making a monster to the river demon, and almost drowning Yang Awu, showing unprecedented excitement.

Ma Dan, this brother who is dead than alive, can't he want to get on the right track?

Yang Shuang's face was straight, "Blind and smiling, don't you say anything?" ”

"No, no, that's because Kongqiu is afraid of being distracted by excessive exertion, which will affect his own thinking." Zhong Kui's face suddenly became weird, "According to today's Confucian translation, it seems that Confucius never talks about weirdness, bravery, rebellion, and ghosts. Could it be that ghosts and gods really exist? ”

Looking at the hungry bearded man in front of him, Yang Shuang sighed in his heart, Zhong Kui came out, is there really a ghost or god?

However, thinking of the question just now, he quickly patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Have you ever heard the word 'clear and clear'?"

Seeing Yang Shuang's serious expression, Zhong Kui shook his head and walked around twice, then frowned sideways and said: "I haven't heard of it, but the cloud of "The Book of Poetry" is cloudy: Jing Yi Wei turbidity, it."

"What do you mean?" Yang Shuang had a bad premonition.

"The simple meaning is: although the Jing water is mixed with the turbid Wei water, it can still be crystal clear."

Rub, it is different from the afterlife!

Yang Shuang's face changed suddenly.

He suddenly remembered that the afterlife would be a time of great destruction and pollution!

Perhaps the water was still clear in this era, but it became turbid in later generations due to the destruction of vegetation.

Looking at the slightly green surface of the Weishui River and the misty spring rain falling in the air, he knew that the emperor Lao'er seemed to be in trouble.

The water is turbid, not because of the original muddy, but because of the spring flood!

Now it is being used by people with a heart to make a fuss, and the Weishui 'river demon' is to blame, the power of this rumor seems to be a bit big!