Only then did Meng Fei see something strange and hurriedly put him into the cabin. Zhan Ruoshui is already as white as gold paper, and his hands are white. Meng Fei was so anxious that he scratched his head and ears, hurriedly settled him down, and rushed to rummage through his luggage to get the medicine, but he didn't know that the busier he was, the more chaotic he became, and he searched for a long time before he found the medicine bottle. Meng Fei was so happy that he wanted to feed Zhan Xianggong medicine, but when he turned around, he saw that he had sat up in a daze, looking at him with strange eyes. His eyes, shining like a wild beast, seemed to devour him alive.

Meng Fei secretly complained: The killer of the heavenly killer has caused the master to be poisoned, what can I do now? He thought about countermeasures left and right, but before he could come up with an eyebrow, he was grabbed by Zhan Ruoshui and dragged out of the cabin. It's a pity that he is as strong as an iron bull, and he is caught by Zhan Ruoshui, and he can't move at all.

Su Ling'er once sent a Nuttaro to poison Shangguan Qing. Anuttaro is the supreme poison, and people sniff it and die, and it is respected as a god by the Lingnan Lane clan for drug making. Shangguan Qing has lived for 20 years with this poison in his body, since there is another reason, he will not mention it here, but he often has poison, once poisoned, he will be chaotic and ignorant, and his six relatives will not recognize it. On the Three Gorges, Meng Fei wanted to hide with nowhere to hide, and he was not his opponent, so he was so anxious that he said loudly: "Master, master, you are sober, I am Meng Fei!" I'm Meng—"

Zhan Ruoshui's mind has long been confused, where can he still listen? Before the word "Fei" could be spoken, Meng Fei had been lifted high, and he was so frightened that he screamed. Zhan Ruoshui snorted, and with a strong wrist, he threw Meng Fei out heavily.

Under him was the boiling river, Meng Fei secretly said, "My life is over", unexpectedly, there was a reef in front of him exposed to the water, so happy that he twisted his body in mid-air to see the stone fall. Thanks to his flexibility, he landed firmly on the reef. Meng Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said God bless, but before he could stand firmly, a black shadow shook in front of him, and he was so shocked that he quickly stretched out his hand to block it, but what he touched was the clothes, so he grabbed it again, and it was actually a boatman.

Meng Fei was a little stunned, and hurriedly put down the boatman, and was about to look for clear water again, but he heard a loud "bang", and the boat actually hit the reef. Meng Fei rushed forward and saw that the boat swayed twice, and then quickly sank, and was immediately swallowed by the river, and there was no trace of it.

Only then did he remember that Zhan Ruoshui was still on the boat.

"Master—" Meng Fei roared heartbreakingly, kneeling on the reef, and beside him stood a stunned boatman.

After a long time, a small boat came down from the top. Meng Fei looked at the people on the boat in a daze, and the people on the boat also looked at Meng Fei in a daze. They were a little confused, and they really didn't understand how anyone could stand on the reef in the gorge, let alone how they got up. The people on the boat were all unsightly, probably suffering from the fright brought by the Three Gorges, but they were alive. And Zhan Ruoshui, a moment ago, he was still laughing to himself, but now he is buried in the Three Gorges. Meng Fei hated each other, and would rather die than die.

The boat quickly moved away. In a year, I don't know how many travelers and ships are submerged in the Three Gorges, so that the boatmen enter the gorge and sacrifice to the river gods, but this cannot stop countless adventurers from entering the Three Gorges, after all, it is an important passage out of Shu and into Shu.

The light boat fluttered down and went to Yangzhou.

There was a saying of the ancients, "Wrap 100,000 yuan around your waist and ride a crane down to Yangzhou", which shows that it is prosperous and rich, and it is said that "the prosperity of the world is the head" for a long time. Now the fireworks are in March, the east wind is gradually rising, and Yangzhou has shown a beautiful and charming state. There are also endless flying flowers scattered in the town, which are also sultry and attentive, and they are so beautiful that they can't bear to leave when they come. This Yangzhou is a good story left by talented and beautiful people, and it is the color of fat powder in previous dynasties.

On the corner of the downtown street, there is an old storyteller who talks about the ancients. The old man was skinny, his beard was white, he should be the age of ancient times, and his eyes were white and turned up, he was blind. He cleared his throat, patted the waking wood, and all around fell silent, and said: "I just told the story of the previous dynasty, you just said that you have not had fun, or not, the little old man will talk about the characters of the present dynasty." ”

Everyone applauded, and the storyteller said slowly: "There are many heroes in the world, if you ask who is called romantic today, everyone, if I name a few people, I am afraid that no one will be unconvinced!" Do you know who they are? ”

The storyteller deliberately didn't say anything, groped for the teacup, slowly sipped the tea, and heard that someone in the audience reported his name and surname indiscriminately, or reported what beggar helped Xie Tang, and what "the wind passed without a trace" to seal the five, or what Chu Bozhang. The storyteller stroked his beard, rolled his eyes and sneered, and when everyone shouted quietly, Fang said: "What you say can be regarded as a character, only the little old man is a hero today!" ”

"Then tell me, who is called a hero today?" A tea guest said loudly, and there was a chorus of echoes all around.

"In the current world, the only people who are called heroes are the Summer Emperor, the Autumn Lord and the Winter King!" The storyteller raised his thumb high, heard the names and surnames of these people around, and all of them fell silent, only holding his breath to listen to his speech.

"Emperor Xia Langyuezhu is a descendant of the Lingnan century-old Wang clan. Do you know the origin of the Lang family? ”

Someone cheered and said "I don't know", the storyteller slowly sipped tea again, and was urged by the tea guest to say: "The Lang family was originally a drug maker, and Lang Yuezhu is the only daughter of the patriarch to make the school book, she is not very old, and she is very good at using drugs, and the school book intends to let her take over the position of the patriarch." Do you know what kind of character this school book is? ”

The storyteller repeats his old tricks, intending to arouse people's appetite again, but there are different thoughts of tea customers. A tea guest said contemptuously: "This southern barbarian is so rude, how can there be a reason for a woman to be the patriarch?" Chicken Si Chen, ridiculous and ridiculous! ”

The storyteller said slowly: "In the land outside Lingnan, I don't know that the etiquette of the Central Plains is true, but this guest officer only knows the surface, but he doesn't know the inside." ”

The tea guest sneered: "I want to hear it!" ”

The storyteller said: "The Lang clan has ancestral training regulations, and it only makes poison but not antidote. If someone is poisoned in the door, there is only one way to solve it......"

The storyteller deliberately said slowly, and the tea guest asked, "What is the method?" ”

The storyteller smiled slightly: "Naturally, it is to fight poison with poison." ”

The tea guest snorted: "What should I be, but I am just fighting poison with poison, I can't call it profound, I want to make the family, but Er'er." ”

The storyteller sighed: "The guest officer doesn't know that the so-called fighting poison with poison is to use more powerful poison to restrain the original poison. If it is used correctly, the poison is naturally a life-saving antidote, and if it is not used correctly, it is a life-urging charm. ”

The tea guests nodded frequently when they heard this, and the storyteller rolled his eyes and said: "In this way, Ren Ta Lang's clan is a century-old family, and the people in the clan are also withering, and the woman is helpless as the patriarch." However, those who can survive are by no means idle! ”

He also said: "Emperor Xia makes the moon bamboo, the posture and demeanor are extremely ecstatic, and there is the color of the national city, and the school book is regarded as a treasure in the palm of his hand, and he is very spoiled, and he raises this woman to be arrogant and wanton, and act obediently and viciously. Langyue Zhu Su likes to see the fun of people dying, so he tests poison with living people. Not to mention that there is no antidote, even if there is, no one in this world dares to solve it. Do you know why? It turned out that in the early years, there were also people who solved the poison of the Lang clan, and all of them died unexpectedly, and the death was miserable and pitiful, which was due to the revenge of the Lang clan. Among the rivers and lakes, who dares to mess with the Lang family? This moon bamboo is like murder, and the disaster is great. Fortunately, the Lang clan is entrenched in Lingnan, and they have not been in contact with the rivers and lakes of our Central Plains for many years, but they are also safe. ”

The old storyteller told the story, and the tea guests couldn't stop listening to it, but he refused to speak anymore about Yuezhu, patted Xingmu and said: "Say goodbye to the Xia Emperor, the little old man will give another speech today about the Autumn Lord." The autumn lord is a generation of miracle doctors, living in Xishu, not asking about the world, no one in the rivers and lakes knows his name, sees his voice, and it is even more difficult to distinguish between male and female. Some people say that he is an old man, some people say that he is a young woman, and some people say that he is a guest from outside the territory, or even that he is a heavenly immortal, who is 300 years old, and often drives white cranes between Shu and Pengdao. There are different opinions, and there is no consensus, teaching people in the world not to know the true face of Lushan. It is rumored that he once manipulated the poison of Yuezhu and aroused the jealousy of the Lang clan, but thanks to these blinding methods, he retreated, and it was inevitable that there would be a turmoil between the two. In this way, the identity is a mystery, the fairy trail is fleeting, and there are few people who fake their names or practice medicine or deceive. ”

"Dongjun Xu Fengqing, she looks like a beautiful woman, but she is the most amazing!" The storyteller patted the wood: "He is well versed in the art of war and governs the army well." At the age of fifteen, he became famous in a war because of saving the general Cao Yi, and at the age of seventeen, he commanded an expedition to the Northwest Heavenly Wolf. He has been guarding the northwest for many years, and the wolf is afraid of its might, so he does not dare to attack easily, and respects him as the 'god of war'. Now, Xu Shuai, together with the Hongxiang of the DPRK and the Jiangnan Huada, are called the 'three nobles', all of whom are the ministers relied on by the Son of Heaven, and they really have the authority to the sky! ”

Everyone was fascinated by the listening, and the storyteller said loudly: "Now the most famous person in the rivers and lakes is none other than the Xia Emperor, the Autumn Lord, and the Winter Monarch. ”

The tea guests shouted separately, some reported to the Xia Emperor to make the moon bamboo, some reported to the unknown autumn lord, and some reported to the winter monarch Xu Fengqing. The storyteller smiled slightly, and was unexpectedly humane: "You old man is so confused!" These three people are in the name of the people, when they are secretly in all directions, there is only summer, autumn and winter, why is there no spring? ”

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, and then Fu Cai rolled his eyes and said slowly: "Listening to the voice of the guest officer, I'm afraid that I am still young and I don't know the past!" ”

"What's the past?" The man hurriedly asked, shook his sleeves again, shook off the hand of the person next to him, and said, "Uncle, what are you pulling me for?" ”