The small rain cover Bijiang.

In the past, the Jinfanwu water village, which was very prosperous, was scattered and scattered with the death of the Jinfan water thieves, and then it was barren and dilapidated.

Too many people died here, and the floating corpses accumulated in the backwater in front of the walled gate, and they rotted for more than a month before they all sank to the bottom.

Several nearby fishing villages are rumored to be haunted by water ghosts, and the river fish that eat human flesh are not able to enter the mouth at all, so even if they must pass by this place, they will definitely go far away and do not want to approach.

But in this hazy morning, in Jinfanwu Water Village, there was an old man in linen who was dressed in a coat, wearing a hat, and a somewhat stiff figure, holding a green bamboo fishing rod, sitting on the edge of the backwater where the sunken corpse was originally sunk.

I don't know if it's because the river fish that have eaten human flesh are particularly greedy, or because even the river fish have relaxed their vigilance because there has been no one here for a long time.

In just one hour, the old man in Mai pulled up more than a dozen big fish that were big and fat, with yellow and bright scales.

The old man in sackcloth cherished these big fish and put them in the fish basket he carried with him, as if he wanted to exchange them for wine money......

When the mist on the river cleared slightly, a bamboo raft appeared on the canal.

The one who supported the pole was a tall young man in black.

He docked the bamboo raft firmly on the backwater side, bent his waist slightly, and walked lightly behind the old man in Mai, as if he was afraid of scaring away the fish under the water.

"Master, the disciple is back. ”

The young man in black walked behind the old man in Mai, stood with his hands down, and said softly respectfully.

"Outside ......"

The old man in Mai didn't look back, and slowly spoke, the old voice seemed to precipitate the charm of time: "How is it?"

"The Taiping Society's counterattack is very powerful!"

The black-clothed young man said cautiously and slowly: "The nails wedged by the senior brothers were mostly lifted out before they could exert their strength, and the rest will be difficult to become a climate." ”

The fishing rod in the old man's hand did not move, and asked lightly, "Are they exposed?"

The young man in black: "The disciple doesn't know. ”

The old man in Mai was silent for a long time before he said lightly: "There is not enough success, and there is more than failure!"

The young man in black didn't dare to answer, and his head hung lower.

After a long while, the old man in Mai spoke slowly again, "What have you learned?"

When the young man in black heard this, his eyebrows revealed a hint of hesitation.

After a few breaths, he whispered eight words: "The coming day is long, slowly drawing." ”

The old man in sackcloth finally turned around and glanced at him.

"Not bad. ”

He nodded expressionlessly and said softly, "More spiritual than your eight foolish senior brothers." ”

The young man in black did not feel the joy of being praised, but was so nervous that he didn't dare to come out, so he stood with his head bowed and his hands down.

This stop is half an hour.

"Smack. ”

Another big golden carp broke through the water and landed on the shore and flapped its tail vigorously.

The young man in black hurriedly stepped up, picked up the big carp, took off the hook, and put it into the fish basket soaked in the water.

The old man in Mai put down the green bamboo fishing rod in his hand and sighed lightly: "It's time to go...... It's a pity that this is a good show!"

When the young man in black heard this, he hurriedly picked up the fish basket and turned around to help the old man in sackcloth, turned around and slowly walked towards the bamboo raft docked on the side, really like an ordinary old man in the twilight.

But before he could go far, the old man in Mai suddenly stopped and turned to look at the river.

The young man in black sensed that the vain and weak arm in his hand suddenly became like steel cast iron, and he was stunned for a moment, and looked at the eyes of the old man in Mai, only to find a bamboo raft going down the river.

There were only two people on the raft.

One person holds the boat, and the other drinks.

The one who supported the boat was an old man with gray hair, dressed in sackcloth, and with a gloomy face.

Drinking, he is a handsome young man wearing a red robe and a face like a crown of jade.

The old man in Mai crossed this long bamboo pole in his hand, and he didn't see how hard he worked, but from time to time he gently patted the river water on both sides of the bamboo raft with the bamboo pole, and even the waves did not stir up a few inches, and the bamboo raft flew down the river like an arrow from the string, and at first glance he was a person who knew the nature of the water.

The handsome young man who drank wine had long hair scattered, and his legs were lazily crooked on a bamboo chair, with a gorgeous purple knife in one hand, and a wine jar larger than a human head in the other, which was constantly poured into his mouth, and at his feet, there were several jars of unopened wine.

The young man in black saw the bamboo raft.

The people on the raft also saw them.

Then he saw the handsome young man, showed a smile to them, turned back to the old man in sackcloth who was holding the boat, and said, "Lao Jiu, you are a guest at home!"

When the words fell, the old man in Mai looked over this side with a cold face, but when he lowered his head, he was full of sneers: "There are no guests, my subordinates only see dead people." ”

"Hahahaha!"

The handsome young man patted his thigh and laughed wildly: "I have known you for so many years, only this sentence is the most agreeable!"

The young man in black's heart sank, and he faintly had a not very good conjecture, but before he could react, he heard the master beside him sigh and complain in a low voice: "I'm an old bone, what ......do you posterity do to toss me?"

The next moment, the young man in black suddenly heard the handsome young man on the river shouting: "Hey, old man, meet in Pingshui, please drink a jar of wine!"

Before the words fell, I saw the handsome young man's legs sweep, and a jar of wine swirled and flew over the river three or four feet wide, flying straight towards them.

Seeing this, the old man in Mai said in a deep voice: "We are both Hongchen guests, why should we have known each other before, the kindness of the son, the old man has received it!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pinched it in the air, and he heard a "boom", and a puff of flames exploded on the surface of the river.

"You don't recognize me......?

The old man in Mai on the river put the bamboo pole in his hand into the water, and the bamboo raft that was still flying down the river with his fingers snapped before stopped in the center of the river so abruptly.

The handsome young man on the bamboo raft pointed to himself in surprise and said, "You masters and apprentices have calculated me for so long, can you recognize me?"

When the young man in black heard this, his heart suddenly shuddered.

He guessed right.

But he rather didn't guess right.

Although they are masters and apprentices, they are also fierce and powerful in the rivers and lakes of Yanbei Prefecture.

But compared to this one, there is still a realm behind......

The old man in Mai couldn't avoid it, and he no longer pretended to be stupid, and said from afar: "Lord Zhang Meng's good things are coming, why bother with me an old immortal who is buried in loess to the root of his neck?

Not afraid of Zhang Chu.

Although Zhang Chu is fierce and powerful in the rivers and lakes of the three states in the northwest of Yan, he is in the sky.

But he knew that Zhang Chu had only been promoted to the Qi Sea Realm not long ago, and no matter how amazing he was, he could only outperform the ordinary five grades at most!

And he has set foot in the fourth product in twenty-five years!

Even if the qi and blood have decayed over the years, the martial arts have not advanced but retreated, and they are almost about to fall to the four-grade realm...... That's also the fourth grade!

However, he was still reluctant to make a move with Zhang Chu.

There is a way to be afraid of being weak and strong.

Living to his age, a drop of blood and a hair are precious!

What should I do if I break my skin and bleed after fighting with Zhang Chu? What should I do if I hurt my tendons? What should I do if I move my bones?

Even if he killed Zhang Chu, it was not cost-effective for him, it was simply a blood loss!

"I'll go find you Heavenly King!"

The handsome young man in the center of the river slowly got up, pulled out a purple long knife, and smiled to show a mouthful of white teeth: "And you are all here, let you go if you don't leave anything, I, the landlord, am too rude!"

The voice fell.

As soon as he stepped on the bamboo raft, his body was like an angry rhinoceros, and he swept across the river and rushed over, and his domineering and arrogant momentum split the gentle river surface in two.

In an instant, the golden light skyrocketed, and a golden sword qi that was more than twenty zhang long rose high.

Seeing this, the old man in Mai pushed away the black-clothed young man on his side, and pushed out his palms with both hands, and in an instant, a huge wave was set off on the surface of the river, overwhelmingly facing the golden giant knife.

"Boom. ”

The huge golden sword qi broke through the monstrous waves, and the terrifying afterglow turned the huge waves into countless water droplets and shot out, landing on the case, it was a fist-sized hole!

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