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In the cheering, the first person to touch the stone beam raised his arms and shouted: "Win!" It was Zheng Rong, the son of the late general Zheng Yu, who was snow-white, like a fish, and the one behind was Gongsun Ba Chong, and the third was Fan Yuntong. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the last two people are still more than 30 steps behind.

Zheng Rong was about to get up, when he saw some women coming from the shore and shouted, "Women, go away!" The women were concentrating on watching the competition in the river, and when they heard him shouting, they woke up, turned around and retreated more than 20 steps, facing the riverbank.

After waiting for a while, I heard a person behind me suddenly shout, "Compare swords!" When the women heard the shouting, they were startled, turned their heads, and saw that it was Fan Yuntong who was only wearing a short skirt, and he screamed again.

Zheng Rong smiled with satisfaction while tying up his clothes: "I said that today is only better than swimming in the water, who will compete with you in the sword!"

Yun Tong said angrily: "I lost again, how can I be willing!"

Several women heard him shout to compete with swords, and walked forward, standing side by side on the stone beam more than 20 steps away from the samurai, with the dream in the middle, the osmanthus on the left, and the Ba Chan on the right, Ba Hui was still leaning on the osmanthus to keep warm and block the wind.

Ba Chong said: "Prostitution and gambling, I am willing to gamble and lose, if I lose today, I will find a chance to win the next day." ”

Zhu Ding and Menglong had already gone ashore and were getting dressed, and they saw Fan Yuntong** standing motionless in the wind, just waiting for someone to come to fight. Menglong came over and said with a smile at the end: "I finally arrived on the shore, and I am still convinced, why don't you accept it? On land, who dares to compete with you? Put on your clothes quickly, the cold wind is biting!"

Fan Yuntong said hatefully: "One day, drown him in the water!"

At this moment, one of them shouted, "I'm here to learn!" and everyone was taken aback.

The voice came from behind Osmanthus Hua. Chi Wudao separated Mengyu and Osmanthus with both hands, and rubbed a little oil on the neck of Osmanthus Powder, which was so slight that only Osmanthus himself was aware of it. Ba Hui in front of her tilted.

After taking two steps, Chi Wuxing suddenly turned around, smiled ambiguously at Osmanthus Hua, and said to Osmanthus in a tone that was difficult to distinguish between a request and an order: "Help me take care of Ba Hui!" and turned away. Osmanthus suddenly felt a taste of anger or disgust that he couldn't tell, and felt that his mouth was more lacking than ever.

Seeing his absurd expression, Ba Chan said to Osmanthus: "He won't be able to laugh for a while!"

Dream said: "The toad wants to eat swan meat." She couldn't think of Osmanthus and said: "A warrior should not be humiliated, even if he is ordinary." Dream Yu blushed with shame, but quickly recovered.

Someone answered, and Fan Yuntong fell into his arms, raised his hand and smiled: "Brother Chi is rare, when did you arrive?"

Chi Wuxing also smiled: "I came to the capital last night." ”

Ba Chong knew that the two of them were mourning in empty coffins, and there was no one in their eyes, so they had to warm up, so he said: "It's over! Everyone retreats!"

At this time, a warrior threw the sword to Fan Yuntong, and the Chi Fearless Sword was also unsheathed at the same time, not to mention that without saying a word, he fought on the stone beam. The sun was shining directly on the surface of the river, and the light reflected from the sword surface swayed left and right.

Ba Chan shouted to the samurai who were blocking the front: "You stand on the side, we can't see clearly!" The group of samurai really stood on both sides.

The two of them fought for forty or fifty times, and Ding Ding said to Menglong: "Chi Fearless Kung Fu is not bad!"

Menglong smiled: "This person has heard of his reputation for a long time, and today is the first time I have seen it in person. ”

Zhu Ding said again: "Mengyu and Uncle are here." "Ying Ying is several years younger than Ding Ding, because she is the son of Qi Rui, a generation higher than Menglong and Ding Ding, so she calls Uncle Uncle.

"I saw it. Menglong turned his head and looked at it.

After more than 70 rounds, regardless of victory or defeat, Yu Ying said behind Mengyu: "If you can compete with the red-faced tiger for seventy or eighty rounds, you are also a master." ”

Hearing him say this, E Guihua smiled: "It is estimated that it will not be more than a hundred rounds." In my heart, I hope that he can withstand a hundred rounds, and it is best to embarrass Fan Yuntong a little, the improper action and ill-intentioned smile of Chi Wudang just now made her a little angry at first, but at this time, seeing the two of you fighting back and forth, I thought that "Fan Yuntong has never smiled at me like this, he was born to be a ruthless person!"

Insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the lively, Yu Mengyu is not good at martial arts, at this time in her eyes, there is no excitement, what she sees is only Fan Yuntong**'s exposed copper-colored skin, strong muscles, focused expression, chic movements, eyes move with his every step, every movement, without blinking, if you can see clearly, I wish I could see even every look and every breath. At this moment, Yu Mengyu even had the idea of being able to do martial arts like Pan Furong, but it soon disappeared into Fan Yuntong's aura.

The most attractive thing for a woman in Pakistan is the muscles of the samurai, and the more beautiful she is, the more she thinks she is qualified to think so, at this time, she is completely conquered by Fan Yuntong's masculinity beyond ordinary people, almost suffocated, intoxicated, and I don't know that at this time, Osmanthus thinks more than her. While looking at Osmanthus Hua, she secretly sighed: "In recent years, when I met him, he always deliberately embarrassed me, and he didn't care about his previous feelings at all. ”

In the two women's own thoughts, it has been a hundred rounds, Chi Wudauntless began to come out with sweat, seeing that Fan Yuntong's moves are getting tighter and tighter, and he does not distinguish the meaning of male and female not stopping, and secretly said in his heart: "The red-faced tiger is really not a waste of fame!" Some regret that he was impulsive, especially in front of several beauties, which was the last thing he wanted. While he was thinking about it, someone shouted: "Stop!" was Ba Chong's shout.

Chi Wuxing took the lead in retreating three steps, and the two separated. Ba Chong had already walked over quickly and said, "Yuntong, it's enough for your body to be warm." Fan Yuntong knew by feeling that Chi Wuxing had convinced himself in his heart, and said, "Okay!" A warrior, nicknamed Gansan, threw clothes for Fan Yuntong.

The samurai hurriedly packed up their things and left the stone beams, and the women got out of the way and let them go first.

Ba Chong was in front, and when he passed by, he said hello to Ba Chan, Osmanthus, and Mengyu. Behind him was Zheng Rong, who whispered to Ba Chan: "Go first!" Ba Chan pretended not to hear and didn't answer him, Zheng Rong smiled awkwardly and followed Ba Chong.

Menglong came over with Zhu Ding and also said hello to several women. Zhu Ding said to Qi Ying: "Uncle, let's go first, there is still a place to go." ”

After more than a dozen steps, Fan Yuntong Tongchi Fearless came to this side while talking and laughing. Fan Yuntong went directly to Mengyu's body, patted Mengyu's head lightly with his left hand, and said with a smile: "Taller again!" Mengyu's face turned red, and the smell of male sweat that was still hot on Fan Yuntong's body made her feel dizzy.

E Guihua was about to say something, but saw that he didn't realize that he existed, so he walked straight over without looking at him. Chi Wuxing glanced at her, then said goodbye to Fan Yuntong and walked to Gu Ying's side.

More than a dozen samurai followed.

The samurai went, and Ba Chan said, "It's our turn for this stone beam!" Dream Yu and Osmanthus woke up. Ba Hui said: "I'll go pick up stones." ”

Osmanthus said: "Okay!" was about to leave, saw the picture and text carved on the stone beam, Osmanthus said: "This year, the water is particularly dry, only to see the lowest place, it is better to go to the bottom of the water to carve the pattern, future generations still have to see it." "I borrowed a small bronze knife from Yu Ying.

Yu Ying ordered to pay attention to safety, and the guards such as Chi Wuxing did not move. I don't know if they carved any patterns or not, or even if they did, how many women they carved, how much skill they had, it would be difficult for future generations to see each other again.

When they were almost done, they crossed the Mirror Lake and returned to the shore in a small war boat that Ba Chong had specially ordered to stay behind when he left.

Later, the Baziliang of that year was called "White Crane Liang", according to legend, it was because Zhu Zhenren practiced here in the Tang Dynasty, and then attained Taoism and took the crane immortal to go, so it was called "White Crane Liang". The white crane beam has already been decorated into three sections by the river, the middle section still retains the inscription 165 paragraphs since the first year of Guangde of the Tang Dynasty (763 AD), more than 30,000 words, 18 stone fish, 2 Guanyin, 1 white crane, which involves the inscription of hydrological value with 108 paragraphs, it is the only place in the world to engrave the stone fish as the "water mark", and observe and record the ancient hydrological station, it is an excellent physical evidence to study the historical law of the Yangtze River hydrology and global regional climate change, so it is called "the world's first ancient hydrological station".

Today, the white crane is sealed in a modern underwater museum called a "non-pressurized container" at a depth of tens of meters below the water level of the Three Gorges Reservoir. Visitors can still clearly see the words, patterns, and perhaps the footprints of the Ba people through the glass window.