Chapter 43: The Secret of the Yellow River
I stood on the cliff and looked at Xiao Jiu between the waves, and the shock in my heart was even stronger.
Now she.
It's like that night when the town was in Binh Boon River.
Peerless!
The sword shadow under her feet took her, along the backward waterfall flow, all the way up, the splashing water seemed to have spirituality, but avoided her, did not wet her for half a minute.
And she seems to be a god who controls the river, and she shows her magical powers in her gestures.
The only difference was that night. She left with her back to me and never looked back. And now she's always facing me, and though she can't see it, it's really looking at me.
Everyone in the world yearns for the water-splitting sword, and what Xiao Jiu stepped on was the water-splitting sword.
But my gaze didn't catch the slightest trace of the sword, and it was all focused on her enlightenment.
Coming up from the waterfall and merging into the wide river, the huge sword shadow became clearer.
The tip of the sword is pointing at the direction of the river, which is still flowing backwards at this time.
Xiao Jiu shouted: "The river god of Wenshui River is still there." Don't try to get your hands on the Dividing Sword! "
"I know!" I replied.
As she walked farther and farther, she became smaller and smaller on the surface of the river, and it was almost impossible to see if it was a person.
A voice came to my ears.
"Chen Ping'an, you also take care, I hope the next time I see you. You can really protect me. "
Hearing this, I was stunned at first, but my heart was as happy as a child being praised, and a smile appeared on my face unconsciously.
"Definitely!"
I didn't know if Xiao Jiu could hear it, but I still shouted.
This voice, too, is saying to myself, it is my guarantee.
At the age of eighteen, when I was young and in my prime, my heart was full of sunshine and vitality, whether it was because of my inner impulse or because of the ignorance of love, it made me move forward bravely.
At that moment, I told myself that I must work hard to be worthy of this woman.
I looked from the cliff until I couldn't see Xiao Jiu's figure, until the sun rose on the river...
I don't know when, the backward river returned to normal, there was no more abnormality on the Wenshui River, and a new day began again.
I breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at my soaked clothes, and prepared to go home to change my clothes first, and then go to the drunkard.
In the future, the two of us will be tied together.
As soon as I walked down the steep path of the cliff, I was blocked by a person.
Masked Man.
When I saw him, I was naturally nervous and scared. Besides, the terrain here is steep, and if you touch me, you may be doomed.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
He looked at me, didn't answer, and asked me, "Are you very familiar with her?" "
Knowing that what he was talking about was Xiao Jiu, I nodded.
"That's right, she's my wife, what's wrong?"
This answer was also intended to deter him.
"I remember her, she is very powerful, and the huge Yellow River cannot contain her."
I raised my eyebrows and asked, "Then what is she?" "
He shook his head: "I don't know, but I don't dare to provoke her, and I won't fight you in the future." "
With that, he turned to leave.
I was stunned for a moment, and then I called out to him, "Wait a minute, where are you going?" "
"Go find out who I am, Zhan Xiao? I don't know if I'm him, I'll talk about it after I find out. In addition, I have to continue to look for the Water Dividing Sword. "
Leaving such a sentence, he left.
Crazy guy, acting strangely, it's hard to guess.
"Zhan Xiao? Before he died, he was a corpse digger, so go back to Liu Qiang and ask. "
Muttering, I didn't think much about it, and quickly ran down the cliff and ran all the way home.
This night. It's been thrilling, and it has changed me a lot.
When I went back, all the people in the village had already gotten up to work, and I met many people on the way, who hid away from me, and no one greeted me.
I didn't bother myself, I ignored anyone, and went straight home.
The drunkard Qi has been waiting at my house for a long time.
He sat on a stool, carrying a wine bottle in his hand, his face was dark, and he poured wine in a mouthful, and there was no wine or food, and he didn't know how to swallow it.
I glanced at him, didn't speak, went to change into dry clothes, and only after I had packed up did I come out to see him.
There are some things that naturally need to be made clear.
"Master Qi." I called.
He looked up at me, took another sip of wine, and didn't speak.