On the Canglang River, a boatman once sang:

"The water of the waves is clear, and it can wet me; The water of the waves is turbid, and it can wet my feet. ”

Later, this song reached the ears of those literati and rioters, and they were all amazed that such a wonderful verse actually came from the mouth of ordinary people. Some people interpret in depth that the meaning of this sentence is: "A gentleman is in the world, and when he is in trouble, he is hidden." This is a wake-up call to the gentlemen of the world.

In fact, this sentence is literal, just a simple expression of the boatmen's turbidity of the Canglang River.

The Canglang River is turbulent, flowing down from the continuous snow-capped mountains in the north, intersecting with the largest river in the fairy world, the "Butcher's Knife River", in the eastern continent, rushing all the way to the south, bypassing nine bends and eight bends, and finally flowing into the sea.

Amazingly, the water of the Canglang River is usually clear and dust-free, but it becomes extremely turbid in December every winter. The temperature of the river does not decrease with the atmosphere, but maintains the original warmth, and a lot of white flocculent will appear in the water, making the originally green and transparent river water become as white as snow and turbid as soup.

People of insight say that the annual mixing of the river water of the Canglang River is because the river water is rich in a special substance, which will precipitate from the river water in a low temperature environment and become a cotton-like thing, but they can maintain the temperature of the river water and are very valuable.

Later, the material precipitated from the river water was speculated to a sky-high price. People call this substance "vicissitudes". Every winter in December, people by the river will bring their children to the river to catch the vicissitation. It's a rather happy job, because the river is warm, and if you step on it barefoot, you won't feel cold even if it's snowing heavily.

In this way, there is "the water of the waves is clear, and you can wet me; The water of the waves is turbid, and it can wet my feet. "Poetry full of simple folk customs.

"Cangxi" has been proven to be used as a special promotion material, and after a long time, the people along the Canglang River have become wealthy, they only work once a year, and they can eat a year's worth of big fish and meat.

However, in January of the fifth year, a flood suddenly broke out in the Canglang River, breaking the embankment, destroying the villages along the river, and bringing havoc to those who suddenly became rich.

Since then, there has been a flood in January every year, and people are struggling to make ends meet. Some people claim that it was the human beings who excessively salvaged the "vicissitudes", which caused the wrath of the river gods, and that the flood was a punishment for the human race. If the salvage does not stop in December every year, the flood will come every year.

It wasn't until later that people really understood what this so-called "vicissitudes" was. A powerful immortal cultivator who had been to the northern mountains and successfully returned said that he had found a huge divine beast in the depths of the northern immortal mound. This mythical beast is male, and in December every year, it will excrete its sperm into the Canglang River, and these sperm will flow into the ocean with the river water, where they will be absorbed by the female beast to complete fertilization and reproduction.

Unexpectedly, the things that people use to get rich are actually the "germ cells" of the mythical beasts, and a large number of vicissitudes have been salvaged, resulting in the inability of the female beast to conceive.

After a long time, the people by the Canglang River barely lived, and many people went to the river to secretly salvage, and were caught by immortal cultivators and executed. Until one day, a powerful immortal cultivator stood up, and she claimed that she had a powerful ability to manage rivers. In less than a year, she led a group of followers to build a huge palace at the bottom of the Canglang River somewhere.

There are a total of four divine pillars on the periphery of this palace, and powerful immortal cultivators use these divine pillars to suppress the undercurrents and waves in the Canglang River. Since then, as she said, the Canglang River has never flooded again.

People respectfully called her the "Canglang Goddess", and those who followed her established a sect of cultivating immortals with her, called "Canglang Palace".

The goddess of Canglang naturally became the palace master of Canglang Palace, that is, the "Canglang Palace Master", one of the current heads of the three major sects of the righteous path.

After the lord of Canglang Palace suppressed the undercurrent and waves of the Canglang River, the people on the riverside resumed salvaging the cangsu again, and the female beasts in the sea were no longer able to set off tsunamis and floods, and everyone was prosperous.

However, the Canglang Palace Lord also made a request to everyone, that is, to hold a grand sacrifice before the start of the salvage season every year. Her reasoning was that the power of the pillar that suppressed the undercurrents and waves came from the "river god", and only by worshipping the river god and currying favor with him could she ensure that the flood would not happen again.

It was readily agreed that the annual festival soon became a tradition in the city along the Canglang River. Every year at the beginning of December, many people go to Lintao City, a big city at the confluence of the Canglang River and the Tudao River, to pray for their salvage operations.

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In a large shell-shaped room, a woman is bathing.

The room really seemed to be a natural formation of a huge shell, the walls were smooth as silk, with waves like waves, and colorful streamers flickering, like a glass mirror, reflecting the waves on the bath that bloomed in the shell room.

The shell is slightly open, and at the opening, a very fine silk veil hangs. This is made of tobacco bought from Yancheng, which is as light as smoke and as plain as water. The curvaceous figure swayed behind the silk yarn, making people see it, and they couldn't help but beat faster.

It was a woman with a very good figure, with beautiful curves, and her charming waist twisted as if a mermaid was dancing. Her skin was so delicate and smooth that it far outstripped the walls of the room and the obscured tobacco. That's the real blow bomb can be broken, like a film of water, when she bathes, her fingers gently slide over, that special elasticity is like the tension on the surface of the water droplet, which cannot be described in words.

The most unforgettable thing is the woman's hair. Her hair is colorful, whether it is red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, or those unspeakable colors outside the color gamut, she has them all. When she shook her long hair, those who saw it would be convinced that it was a beautiful glow.

The only fly in the ointment is that this woman has a golden mask on her face, revealing only a pair of her eyes that secretly send Qiu Bo.

No one had ever seen her take off her mask, and she had never mentioned it herself.

"Da-da-da-da." There was a sound of soft footsteps, and a man appeared outside the shell room, hunched over and looking humble.

"Say it." Behind the silk veil, the woman in the bath spoke, her voice sweet, but a little cold.

"Your Excellency, the sacrifice is about to begin." The man said softly.

"Good." The woman nodded slightly, "What happened to my cute little birds?" ”

"They have already been released, just waiting for the sacrifice to begin. It's just ......" the man wants to speak and stops.

"But what?" The woman's voice grew colder, and there seemed to be a chill hidden in the syllables, which made the man shiver.

"A few of them don't seem to be healthy, very weak, and I don't know if they can last until the end of the sacrifice." The man finally mustered up the courage to speak out.

"Really?" As she spoke, the woman suddenly stood up from the bath, water droplets slid down her smooth skin, and her pretty body was only separated from the man by a silk veil, but the man did not dare to look up at her at all.

"Time flies...... Has it been forty-nine years? The woman's eyes looked out through the silk veil as thin as a cicada's wings. There was an indescribable emotion in her eyes, sadness, hatred, and longing.

"I wonder how I will feel when I take off my mask and stand in front of that man, and how will I feel?" The woman's voice was like an ice spike that was about to burst out from behind the silk veil.

The man who bent over and bowed outside the silk veil trembled, and felt a cold aura gradually spread from his feet to the top of his head.

Is the palace master going to take off her golden mask?

What is her face behind the mask?

Who is the man she has been waiting for for forty-nine years?