There is a big river in the world called Wujiang, nine twists and turns, thousands of miles stretch, it is just nine days of silver belt falling mortal dust, waves and wind, thousands of piles of snow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wujiang divides the Han and Tang dynasties and lives in it, borders the Qiushui River in the south, becomes several inland rivers in the north, enters the realm of the two dynasties, has more in the east and less in the west, and becomes a river by itself.

In the late autumn festival, the wind and waves are boundless, the river tide is surging, and the place where the water and the sky meet is all white.

On the bank of the river, the reeds are swinging, and under the strong wind, the layers of waves are pushed away, and the reeds that have not yet fallen are flying all over the sky.

On the horizon, the clouds are colorful, a ray of morning light shines out through the clouds, disperses the tulle night, passes through the misty mist, and falls on the sparkling river waves, the gold is sprinkled all over, the folds are shining, and it is beautiful.

The cold wind, which had been howling all night, finally stopped.

At this moment, the river is quiet and quiet, like a tender woman, standing pretty, smiling without showing teeth, touching the heartstrings.

"Heh......"

A mouthful of mist was exhaled, and the old fisherman by the river squinted at the calm river, wrapped himself in a cloth robe full of patches, picked up the penny beside him that was soaked with frost, and untied the rope that tied the small wooden boat.

The wooden boat swayed towards the river, and the dull hull looked a little bright under the washing of the river.

The river is stirring, and a circle of moss growing on the side of the boat is stretched out layer by layer, just like a green Yingluo, dancing with the river.

A gust of river wind blew, and the cold did not dissipate, and the old fisherman's loose white hair tied with a wooden hairpin spread out, covering his weather-beaten face.

After a dozen feet from the river, the old fisherman put down the penny, sat down on the bow of the boat, and flicked the white hair that covered his cloudy eyes with his big rough hand, and looked at the vast water.

Another cold wind blew from the bones, and the old fisherman took out the wine gourd hanging from his waist, pulled the cork, and a sour smell of wine wafted out, which was the cheapest bad wine.

He wanted to drink two sips to drive away the cold, but after hesitating, he plugged the wooden cork again, and after the old fisherman carefully put away the wine gourd, the red sun had jumped out of the river, and the sun was shining, half-dyed with ink.

Rubbing his hands that were about to become numb, the old fisherman knelt on the bow of the boat, picked up the bag of grains beside him, grabbed the grains, and his cloudy eyes flashed with unbearable color, after all, he gritted his teeth and threw them into the river.

Please be gracious to the Dragon King.

The grains fell into the river, drifted with the current, and soon sank to the bottom of the water, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper, full of distress.

But if you can stop the anger of the dragon lord, then what can these count, thinking of this, the old fisherman grabbed the hand of the grain and spread it again.

The small wooden boat moved slowly forward with the waves, and the old fisherman knelt on the bow of the boat, scattering grain and saying prayers in his mouth.

Before I knew it, I was hundreds of feet away from the river.

When the old fisherman came back to his senses, he couldn't help but be shocked, he had been fishing here for decades, and he had never been so far from the river.

Could it be that this is what the Dragon Lord meant?

Turning his head, he didn't look at the shore that was getting farther and farther behind him, and continued to kowtow and scatter grains, and continued to pray sincerely.

As he looked up, the old fisherman inadvertently caught a glimpse of a light boat in the distance, with a young man in a white shirt standing at the bow, half a bundle of long hair fluttering in the wind, and a dark gold woven belt around his waist, on which hung a jade ring with a dark green body.

The river breeze blows, the clothes are fluttering, and he is just a rich and noble gentleman with a good demeanor.

"Alas......"

The old fisherman sighed, this is the way of the world, some people are well-dressed, and some people worry about their livelihood all day long.

And he obviously belongs to the latter, and after living all his life, he has been running around and working tirelessly for food, and he never thought that he would be able to touch the silk silk one day.

It was like the stars were out of reach for him.

Sighing, the old fisherman was about to scatter the grain again, but he heard a gentle voice in his ears.

"Old man, what are you doing, how do you scatter this grain into the river?"

When he turned his head, he saw that the boy was not far away, and the boat under his feet was unexpectedly current, as if it had stopped on the surface of the river.

Hearing this, the old fisherman's sparse brows furrowed, and he couldn't help suppressing the anger in his heart when he saw the other party's clothes.

"You are in this life, you don't need to say much, leave quickly!"

The young man smiled and shook his head, and the light boat floated as if it had a spirit, heading towards the river.

The impudent offspring.

The old fisherman said to himself and turned around, but at this moment, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and a gloomy wind blew from nowhere, and the boat shook violently.

The old fisherman hurriedly threw the grain in his hand into the bag, and very quickly pierced the bag, and then tried to take the penny and prop the boat to the shore, but the wind and waves were strong, and the hull shook too much, and before he could turn around, he fell into the cabin.

The wind roared like a tiger, the river tide was surging, the boat was like a thin leaf, fluttering weakly with the ups and downs of the river, and the icy river water flooded into the cabin in an instant.

Even after half his life, the old fisherman was so frightened by the situation in front of him that his face turned pale, and in the end he closed his eyes and did not dare to look at the huge waves, kneeling on the boat, trembling, kowtowing desperately, and constantly muttering words such as the dragon king's anger.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

At some point, the hull of the ship no longer swayed, and the old fisherman opened his eyes tremblingly, only to find the boy who had left standing in the bow of his boat.

Not far away, the river was still churning and roaring, as if it was about to tear everything apart, swallowing up the boat that the boy had been riding on, while the boat under him was moving smoothly and briskly towards the shore.

The young man held a penny in his hand, one end of which was placed in the water, and the river diverted when it met it, and there were a few beads of sweat on his fair face.

When he came back to his senses, the old fisherman no longer cared about the unreasonableness of the previous young man, and thanked him again and again for saving his life, and later knelt down in the cabin, kowtowed to the river, and begged the dragon lord for mercy.

"Hehe, uncle, how can there be a dragon lord in this world, it's just a change of sky."

Hearing this, the old fisherman's face changed greatly, and he stretched out his hand to cover the young man's mouth, but when he saw the Yunjin robe on the other party's body, he hurriedly retracted his hand that was a little muddy.

"This son, you can't talk nonsense, what if you are heard by the Dragon Lord?"

In a panic, the old fisherman knelt down against the river again, and whispered to the dragon lord for forgiveness, but the young man who started the attack smiled disapprovingly and raised his head, and the river wind blew, falling the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Perhaps the old fisherman's prayer had taken effect, and the wind and waves had gradually subsided, and the old man showed a hint of joy on his face, and sat down in the cabin, breathing a long sigh of relief, and wiping the sweat from his face indiscriminately.

As if remembering the previous disrespect, the old fisherman looked at the young man timidly, and whispered a little timidly, "Childe, the dragon lord can't be offended, the old man has been fishing all his life, but these days, he hasn't caught one again, this is the dragon lord is angry!" ”

The old fisherman said very sourly, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to draft water, he lives by the river, naturally he makes a living by fishing, if he can't catch fish, how can he go this day?

This is also the reason why the old fisherman is willing to scatter the grains into the river, he is worshipping the dragon lord and seeking a way to live for himself.

Hearing this, the young man who was piloting the boat showed a puzzled look in his eyes, closed his eyes, and stretched the penny into the water for another ten feet.

Suddenly, the sword eyebrows rose, and a hint of brightness flashed in the open eyes, "Uncle, how long has this happened?" ”

Although the frustrated old fisherman didn't understand why he asked like this, he still thought about it carefully, and then slowly answered, "Counting today, it's about ten days and seven days. ”

The young man frowned, stared at the river with thoughtful eyes, and only said in a low voice for a while, "A few days ago, Shuichuan City had the aura of this 'Dragon and Snake Nine Changes', and from Shuichuan City to here, it was almost ten days.

Uncle should have arrived in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and there were several breaths left under the river here, one of which was the 'Dragon and Snake Nine Changes', and the fish were shocked by the murderous aura, so they didn't dare to pass by. ”

After saying this, although the old fisherman couldn't understand it, he also heard the three words 'Shuichuan City' clearly, how could he not understand that it was the West Hanzhou City across the river.

In this way, the young man in front of him is Han.

In these years, the Han and Tang dynasties have been fighting, and the old fisherman has become a loner because of this, and suddenly, the gratitude for the young man's life-saving grace turned into nothingness, and hatred welled up in his heart, gritting his teeth, and he threw himself at the young man.

But before he could rush forward, the old fisherman felt that it was dark before him, and he lost consciousness, and when he woke up, the boat had reached the shore of the river.

And beside him, there were a few pieces of broken silver, which shone with a dazzling light in the midday sun.