The high mountain apes on both sides of the strait cry, the green mountains float in the green water, the wind and clouds gather, and the showers continue to fall, it is already a vast expanse.

In the jungle, two figures, one white and one yellow, galloped, shuttling under the drizzle of this dense forest.

"Uncle Shi, look, there's a small boat ahead, let's go take shelter from the rain first."

Sitting on horseback and looking farther, Wen Qing pointed to a small wooden boat on the Green River a hundred meters ahead.

Yang Ling faintly saw a person sitting on the bow of the boat, but now that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, he couldn't care about it, so he immediately rode the white dragon over.

When the two came to the shore, Wen Qing shouted through the rain: "Old man, can you borrow a place for us to hide from the rain?" ”

I saw a hat on the bow of the ship, and the old man in a cloak turned around.

After glancing at the two of them, the old man's voice sounded: "Old man, you can't sit on this boat!" ”

Wen Qing frowned and asked, "Why can't you sit still?" ”

Seeing that the fisherman didn't speak, Wen Qing shouted again: "It's a big deal, let's give you two silver taels!" ”

He thought to himself, this old man is undoubtedly afraid that we will take advantage of him in vain.

The fisherman pondered for a moment, sighed secretly, and immediately said, "If you are not afraid of death, come up!" ”

Even so, he had no intention of paddling.

Wen Qing saw that the wooden boat was only ten meters away from the two, and he had a bottom in his heart, so he pulled Yang Ling to perform light skills, and with a few taps on the water, he successfully boarded the boat, and the two immediately got into the canopy to avoid the rain.

The fisherman didn't look back, but just chuckled: "What a handsome light skill, it seems that he is also a famous disciple!" ”

Wen Qing and Yang Ling shook off the water stains on their bodies, and then they looked at the old man, only to see him sitting on the shore with his back to him, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and a bamboo basket beside him, which was originally fishing.

"Hmph, go on!"

Wen Qing didn't like him to be light on money, so he didn't reply, but just threw a tael of silver over.

The fisherman took it in his hand, shook his head and smiled, put it in his arms, and went on fishing for his fish.

Yang Ling looked at the somewhat soaked clothes, suddenly felt cold and abnormal, exhaled slightly, and could see the hoarfrost, and the whole person couldn't help but tremble.

"Uncle Shi, are you having another seizure?"

Wen Qing knew that Yang Ling was suffering from cold poison, and he had attacks from time to time, and whenever he was at this time, he had to meditate, otherwise the cold would invade his body, and the whole person would freeze like a zombie.

And Wen Qing didn't dare to reach out to touch it, let alone use it to ward off the cold, the cold poison was very powerful, if he touched it, it would climb up like an appendage and invade the body, without Yang Ling's pure yang internal force, it would be difficult to get rid of it at all.

He had seen with his own eyes a stone become as fragile as tofu dregs under the erosion of this cold poison.

Yang Ling shook his head slightly: "It's okay, it's just that this autumn rain has caused cold poison, I'll be fine if I meditate for a while!" ”

After saying that, he held his breath and concentrated, and ran the Qingyan Gong to dispel the cold.

Under the scattered gray hair, the fisherman's gaze narrowed slightly, and then retracted, and unconsciously, the hand holding the fishing rod tightened.

The drizzle did not stop, and the next one was not over, and two hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

Wen Qing saw that he was also in a hurry to wait, so he took out the album in his arms and began to study the swordsmanship.

At this time, the fisherman seemed to feel lonely and bored, and said in a strange manner: "What a big boy, he still reads books, and my grandson doesn't even read them!" ”

When Wen Qing heard this, his face couldn't help but turn angry, and he said angrily: "What do you know, this is ...... Hmph, Hugh is going to talk to me. ”

Halfway through his words, he immediately thought of something, immediately snorted coldly, and when he looked at the other party again, his eyes were full of vigilance.

The fisherman lifted the fishing rod in his hand with no interest, withdrew the fishing line, saw that the bait on the hook had been soaked, shook his head and replaced it with a new bait, and sighed: "It's a pity, the fish can't be baited!" ”

Hearing what he said, Wen Qing was even more unhappy in his heart.

At this time, Yang Ling woke up leisurely, and saw that the fisherman was fishing in the heavy rain, and couldn't help but be a little interested, and after looking at it a few more times, he saw that there was also a fishing rod at his feet, and immediately said: "Old man, you can borrow this fishing rod from me to play!" ”

The fisherman sneered: "Just your sick appearance, don't let the fish be pulled into the water, and then blame the old man." ”

Yang Ling's face looked slightly pale since the meridians were blocked by the Xuan Ice of the thousand-year-old ice silkworm, if you look at it from a distance, it's nothing, but if you sit in and take a look, you can startle the dog, and I don't know which corpse I thought came back to life.

"You old man, so rude!"

Wen Qing couldn't help but scold angrily.

Yang Ling smiled indifferently: "Old man, don't look at me like this, the strength I should have is not small, unless the fish can have a thick tank, it can't pull me." ”

He is just dissipating his skills, but the strength he has gained from so many years of practice has not decreased, and he can still do it by throwing more than 100 catties of force.

Seeing this, the fisherman did not speak again.

Wen Qing felt very unhappy in his heart, looking at his empty bamboo basket, he couldn't help but mock: "Look at you have been fishing for a long time, and you don't see a shadow of fish, you are embarrassed to laugh at others." ”

The fisherman sneered: "Where do you look at the unhooked fish? ”

"You!"

Wen Qing was angry, and when he said what happened just now, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

It was Yang Ling, who shrank under the canopy, threw the fishing line far away, and waited for the bait to be hooked.

The fisherman saw that he threw the hook a few feet away, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times, seeing his freshness, it was obviously the first time to fish, but this technique was interesting.

"You kid, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Ling heard that he seemed to be asking himself, and immediately replied: "It's not a serious illness, but it takes time to recover!" ”

"Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"I've practiced."

"What kind of foreign kung fu do you practice?"

Yang Ling was slightly stunned, and then said: "The swordsmanship you practice can be regarded as a swordsman!" ”

Under the fisherman's hat, the old man's face showed a hint of abruptness.

At this point, neither of them spoke again.

After a while, Yang Ling's fishing rod hemmed slightly, and he was overjoyed, and hurriedly pulled it hard, but he was in the air, and he was secretly wondering, so he heard the fisherman say: "What a stupid boy, you are like you as a fish, you can eat whatever you give, and you have no defense at all?" ”

Yang Ling slapped his forehead and exclaimed: "It turns out that the fish will also try the bait, ouch, it's a pity!" ”

As soon as he thought of this, he threw out the line bait again, and the same height and distance were exactly the same, and he almost swung out the farthest distance of the line.

After a while, there were fish biting again, but the swing was not large, Yang Ling did not dare to move, until the fishing rod in his hand sank sharply, then he suddenly pulled back, and after a while, a palm-sized river carp was caught in his hand, and excitedly showed off to Wen Qing: "Wen Qing, look at this fish is not big!" ”

After half a month of running-in, Wen Qing has a thorough understanding of this uncle's character, and he is essentially an immature child, so he immediately echoed: "Uncle caught this big fish, we have a good mouth today!" ”

Yang Ling saw that he also said that this fish was big, and he was very satisfied in his heart, and he smiled.

At this time, the fisherman on the other end was a little mean, and said: "Then I'm afraid you think too much, take the old man's fishing rod to fish, and the fish you catch is naturally the old man's." ”

"What a shameless old man, I have to teach you a lesson today!"

Wen Qing threatened to go up and beat him, but was stopped by Yang Ling in time.

"That's it, this old man hasn't caught any of them, and he can't say that he will starve today, just give him this fish!"

Yang Ling only wants to have fun fishing, after all, he borrowed someone else's fishing rod, and the other party wants this fish, which is understandable, so as not to hurt people because of this.

When the fisherman saw this, not only did he not appreciate it, but the wicked man sued first, and said angrily: "What a stinky boy, he actually wants to attack an unarmed old man against me, wearing a person who looks like a dog, why is his heart so vicious? ”

"You ......" Wen Qing was furious when he saw him stirring up right and wrong like this, thinking that if he made a move, he would fall into the other party's arms even more, but he just sat in place with hatred, sulking.

Yang Ling sighed helplessly, and lost the interest in fishing, put the fishing rod back in place, and threw the fish in his hand into the bamboo basket.

The fisherman glanced at him coldly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't spit out a word after all.

At this moment, the wind and clouds changed, and the sky suddenly changed from drizzle to pouring rain, and on the surface of the river, it was like a jade bead falling, splashing in all directions.

Dark clouds obscured the day, and the heavens and the earth were darkened.

"After fishing for so long, the fish has finally found itself!"

The fisherman looked up at the sky and couldn't help but sigh.

Click!

Hearing a series of treading sounds, as if sensing something, Wen Qing hurriedly poked his head out of the canopy, only to see more than a dozen figures treading water from the shore, with a sword at his waist, and his whole body was covered under the hat, and his face could not be seen clearly.

This dress made Yang Ling gaze slightly, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Zheng's body was clear, Wen Qing pulled out his long sword and guarded Yang Ling behind him.

I saw that the fisherman slowly stood up and said in a light tone: "If you want to save your life, stay in the canopy!" ”

After that, he flew up and jumped up, the fishing rod in his hand was used as a weapon, and with a wave of the volley, the fishing line hidden in the rain was like a white blade crossing, and the sharp hook directly wrapped around the neck of one of them, and with the fisherman pulling, a bloody arrow flew out, and the person fell directly into the water, and the blood stained the river red.

At this time, the other twelve people had already deceived the front of them, only to see the sword shadows in the sky rushing to kill, the cold light was cold, and they were close to the door, and the shot was a killing move.

The fisherman's heart was alarmed, the fishing line was still a few zhang away, but the fishing rod could be used for self-defense, he turned his arms continuously, the sound of the blades intersecting was endless, and then he opened his mouth, and the rolling sound was like thunder on the ground, and the ears of this group of swordsmen exploded, and between the explosion of true qi, the river water that shook was surging, and the wooden boat was turned upside down, like a wooden boat in the rolling waves, which would be submerged at any time.

The man in black for more than ten meters suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, and the sound of heavy rain was even more noisy and boring, and before he could react, he was struck away by the other party, swept with a stick, and flew out.

On the fisherman's independent wooden boat, he laughed loudly, and his old face was full of heroism, and he was even more crazy in the thunderstorm!

"Today, I will kill you lackeys of the court, no matter what he goes downstairs, the old man will not go!"

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