This is part of the green hill at the entrance of the village, which stretches all the way to this point.

Originally, the green mountains always gave people a good feeling, and I didn't pay much attention to this mountain when I first came here, but I wondered why there were green mountains and green waters in a loess world? Is it a special hobby of the owner here?

Now, the boat is approaching the green mountain step by step, I feel inexplicably depressed, the closer the distance, the more I feel that there seems to be something hidden under the green surface of this mountain, this green is not so normal, just like a freehand splashed ink landscape painting has to be dyed with a layer of green.

Whether it's the green itself or the mountains, it's so incompatible!

I frowned, at this point, all my negative emotions disappeared inexplicably, and I began to return to normal, but the reason for this I felt like I was 'back to the light', I don't know why I had this thought, but I tried not to think about it, and focused all my attention on this strange mountain.

Compared to the strange mountain, the boat we were on seemed so small, and when I thought about it, the small boat seemed to be crashing towards the strange mountain with all its might.

This huge pressure even I had to stop thinking, inexplicably held my breath, and the moment I was about to collide, the hull of the ship suddenly made a sharp turn against the steep bottom of this strange mountain, and then continued to move forward.

I have to say that the captain's technique is very good, but such a sharp turn, and then the whole ship silently sat all the people staggered, but as if everyone had become accustomed to it, after the boat stabilized, all stood up silently, and sat down again in silence!

This section of the river is a little more turbulent, but it is still calm compared to other sections of the Yellow River, and I don't know why the boat is moving close to the bottom of the mountain, but after a while, I understand the reason.

It turns out that this mountain range does not completely block the flow of water at all, but leaves a meandering gap, due to the blind spot of vision, at a glance, it seems that this mountain range completely blocks the water flow, and it is completely because of the meandering of this section of the river, if it does not go forward against the mountain, even this Upong boat is difficult to pass through this section of the river.

In these winding waterways along the mountain, the water flow is even more turbulent, and the water becomes dim, at this time, you can feel that the original person is in the Yellow River, in order to feel the momentum of the Yellow River.

I'm just amazed that this captain's skills are really good, in such a harsh water environment, he has always grasped the boat very smoothly, just like a water family that really grows on the bank of the Yellow River, no, it is even better than this, is it deliberately cultivated by the Holy Village?

I thought of that skeletal face again, and I intuitively thought that these men should be like this! But why should I care about this?

In the midst of his confusion, the boat suddenly entered the narrowest stretch of the river, so narrow that it could only run two of these boats in parallel, and the current was unimaginably fast, and the captain, who had always been very calm, became serious, and although he was wearing a cloak, I could not make out his expression, but my excellent hearing could hear his breathing becoming rapid and heavy.

With such a current, it's tiring to control a boat, right? I thought so, and the body of the ship began to stagger, and then it shook so violently that I could no longer think.

Fortunately, the river was not long, and when I was able to endure it to the limit, I couldn't help but vomit, and the boat suddenly came out of the narrow river, and I tried to take a deep breath to calm the dizziness that kept churning in my body, and then I heard the roar of the water, and the noise of people.

Where have I been? At this time, I remembered to look around, and found that after passing through that narrow section of the river, we actually came to an open water, and the dusky water roared forward, which was the real Yellow River.

Looking far away, I found that there was an unimaginably huge backwater bay ahead, and the rushing river gradually subsided there.

Next to the backwater bay is a huge half-moon-shaped tidal flat with typical northwest characteristics, and the inner side of the tidal flat is a big one with green bricks, and it is also a half-moon-shaped open space, which should be the handiwork of the holy village, it is really a big deal, but it is also idle enough!

The noisy voices came from the blue brick clearing, which was now about to become a sea of red, and the denser people stood there, the closer they got to it, the more they could hear the joy that shook the sky.

Behind the clearing, there was a staircase-like stand, and there were some people sitting on it, and I wanted to take a closer look, but I had no choice but to stay a little far away, so I had to give up for the time being.

The boat headed towards the tidal flats, and then I realized that the reason why that tranquil river existed was because the mountain range blocked the fierce current, and I thought it was a clear river in the south.

Speaking of which, there are many relatively quiet tributaries on the Yellow River, and it should be considered one of the very small, but because of the shelter of the strange mountains, the tranquil tributary that is equivalent to a 'paradise' in the Yellow River is also well hidden.

No wonder, even the whole village is well hidden.

As if a little puzzle had been solved, I felt a little happy in my heart, and at this time, the captain had already approached the tidal flat with the Upong boat very much, and then stopped at the edge of the blue brick clearing.

"Disembark." The village officer, who had been waiting here for a long time, yelled impatiently at us in the boat, and although the joy shook the sky, it could not hide his voice full of some tyranny, full of energy.

Since I have come to this point, I naturally don't care about the attitude of this dog-legged village officer, obediently followed the crowd and got off the boat, and then waited for another batch of Wupeng boats to dock and gather hundreds of people one after another, and then the village affairs took us up to the blue brick platform and blended into the red sea.

There was no freedom to sit down, everyone had to stand, people didn't seem to complain, and I began to observe the so-called high platform under the cover of the crowd.

At this time, I found that on the top of the high platform, there was a large altar in the Taoist style, under the altar, there was a neat row of rooms similar to the existence of the VIP private room of the racecourse, and under the grandstand were the 'village cadres' who sat with a high status, and down the layers were those village affairs.

The stands are not big, but they are definitely not small, in short, almost all of these high-level people who belong to the Holy Village are on this staircase stand, but I know that the most mysterious existence should be in that room, which reminds me of the huge mountain field in the snow-capped mountains, and it is the same, the top characters are treated like this.

But I think it's funny, isn't the top character destined to be unseemable?

At this time, I inexplicably remembered Xiao Chengqian, after he was taken away by that strange way, there was no news, and we were in a difficult situation, and there was too much anxiety in our hearts, so I didn't miss him so much for a while, in fact, I always believed that he was safe Today, I really want to know where he is, but those people in the stands didn't find Xiao Chengqian's familiar face at all.

After all, the holy village is also a certain distance from this magical place, and the river is difficult to travel, and the means of transportation are also primitive, so I still have to face a relatively long wait to see what is going on in this sacrament that marries people to the so-called gods.

In the waiting, time passed bit by bit, from half past five in the morning was woken up, tossed to now, the snow has stopped, the sky is a little white and dazzling, before you know it is already noon.

It was also in this kind of waiting that some village officials also tirelessly patrolled back and forth in the crowd, and I didn't care about them at all, so when a village official came up to me and said, "Follow me." I didn't react at all.

What I don't know is that at this time, with the arrival of the last group of people, this gathering process is nearing the end.

The so-called big thing in the holy village has begun, and I am faced with a village affairs that will take me away, should I go or not? In the slightest hesitation, the feeling of suffocating palpitations almost enveloped me.