Yan Yunting drove the wooden kite, flew from the northwest to the south, lasted half a day's effort, crossed the Yellow River and arrived at the Qingzhou territory, which is known as "plugging the south of the Yangtze River".

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, but in the land of Kyushu, which has a population of hundreds of millions, the characteristics of the rivers and lakes in each area are different, just compare Yongliang and Qingzhou -

Although Yongliang is a desolate place of war, the rivers and lakes here are simple, the bad people are simply bad, the good people are simply good, there is no deceit, only happiness and hatred;

Qingzhou and even the Central Plains, Jiangnan, etc., as long as the land is rich and the people are strong, peaceful and prosperous, the rivers and lakes are much more complicated.

Compared with the sophistication of human feelings, Yan Yunting prefers the rivers and lakes of happiness and revenge, less two-faced and three-edged, and more quick decisions, and many things will become simpler.

Unconsciously, it is becoming more and more westward.

After flying for most of the day, Yan Yunting also felt a little weak, and in the past few months in Yongliang, he has not slept well for a day. At the moment, he just wanted to find an inn, eat a full meal, take a hot bath, and get a good night's sleep.

The cities of Qingzhou are mainly distributed in the Yellow River Basin, Yan Yunting searched all the way downstream, and finally saw the outline of a city on the eve of dusk.

And just as Yan Yunting was about to turn around and move forward, suddenly the wings of the wooden kite made a "poof" sound, and then the kite's body shook non-stop, and the lever also lost control-

"Click!" The wings seemed to be stuck, and they didn't move at all.

The wooden kite glided in the air for a while, falling down rapidly, Yan Yunting could only swing the tail left and right to control the direction, and could no longer pull the wooden kite high.

His first reaction was that he had run out of energy.

All the large institutions in the world have to rely on the "spirit stone" to provide energy, and the wooden kite has crossed nearly a thousand miles from the Tianshan Mountains to Qingzhou, and it seems reasonable to stop cooking.

With the current height and falling speed, if you fall directly to the ground, you will inevitably be crushed. Yan Yunting no longer had hope for a safe landing, so he pulled the tail wing and planted it directly into the Yellow River.

It's better to fall in the water than to fall to the ground, right?

At the moment when the wooden kite was about to crash, Yan Yunting jumped into the water in advance.

"Smack!"

Although the water was soft, the wooden kite was also thrown to pieces. The flow of the Yellow River seems to be gentle, and when you are in it, you find that the flow speed is quite turbulent.

Yan Yunting's eyes were quick, he pounced on the remains of a wooden kite, used both hands and feet together, and swam towards the shore with all his might, but the giant sword behind his back was too heavy, and he would be swept out of a foot every time he swam, and he was exhausted before he could swim to the shore.

"Jingle bell ......" suddenly the river pierced with a gust of wind chimes.

A small boat floated from the upstream in an orderly manner, Yan Yunting seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, he slapped the water loudly and called for help: "Boat family, boat family, help......

The boat should have heard the shout, and quickly approached Yan Yunting.

Yan Yunting stepped on the plank, jumped four or five feet, and landed safely on the bow of the boat.

There were three people in the bow of the boat, a boatman who won a lottery, an elegant boy in a wheelchair, and a strong man who was nine feet tall.

The elegant son is only thirty years old, his eyebrows are like a galaxy, his eyes are as deep as the sea, he is very handsome, he is holding a feather fan, gently swaying in the wind, smiling, really a "strange man is like a jade world", the only pity is a wheelchair disabled.

The nine-foot strong man was about thirty years old, with wide ears and ears, a big fleshy nose, and a simple appearance, and it could be seen from his posture of holding a wheelchair that he should be the servant of this elegant son.

"Thank you for saving your life." Yan Yunting thanked the boatman.

The boatman pointed to the elegant boy at the bow of the boat and said, "You should thank this son, he is the employer of this ship, and he is the one who asked me to save you." ”

Yan Yunting was about to thank the elegant son, but before he could speak, the Confucian prince first refused: "No matter who falls into the water, I will come to the rescue, you don't have to be polite." ”

Listening to the accent, listening to the intonation, listening to the conversation, he must be a pure good person.

Yan Yunting didn't say anything more, thinking about sitting in the canopy and resting for a while, but when he turned around, he found that the canopy was already full of people—about seven or eight, men and women, ragged, with big bags like fleeing victims, and they stared at Yan Yunting with big round eyes.

Yan Yunting couldn't help but admire the elegant man on the bow of the boat, presumably these refugees were also rescued by him halfway, there are still good people in this world.

"Young man, I have a set of clean cloth clothes here, if you don't dislike it, put it on, it's cold in late autumn, be careful of catching a cold." A middle-aged woman took out a blue cloth coat from her baggage and handed it to Yan Yunting.

Yan Yunting smiled and refused: "Auntie, I am a person who practices martial arts, and my body is strong, this little cold is nothing." ”

There was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl sitting next to the middle-aged woman, who didn't seem to see her husband.

"Big brother, you just take it, we won't need this clothes anyway." The girl spoke sadly and handed over the cloth.

Maybe the girl's father, the woman's man encountered something in the middle, Yan Yunting couldn't bear to live up to their kindness, so he took the cloth clothes, thanked them and asked, "Auntie, are you from Liangzhou?" ”

The middle-aged woman nodded: "There was a plague in Liangzhou, everyone took refuge in the south, and the Yellow River flooded on the way, cutting off the way. ”

They are all suffering people, natural disasters are ruthless, man-made disasters are unjust, "Alas......" Yan Yunting sighed and sat on the canopy: "What happened to the disaster in Liangzhou?" ”

Hearing such a question, all the victims lowered their heads, and the middle-aged woman said sadly: "In the village north of Liangcheng, I heard that all the people have died, and the disaster is still expanding to the south, I don't know when it will be transmitted, alas, ......."

If all the land of Yongliang falls, Qingzhou and even the imperial capital Chang'an may not be able to escape the doom, with such a rapid rate of infection, how much time is left in the whole world?

"Knock knock!" Suddenly, there was a drum beat on the shore.

Yan Yunting walked out of Wupeng and found that a wooden boat was rapidly approaching here, and there were three big men standing in the bow of the boat holding steel knives and scarves on their heads, and one of them shouted:

"Merchant ships over there! Stop me! ”

The boatman immediately stopped the lottery and whispered in horror: "I'm afraid I'm here to ask for money again!" ”

"Is it a water thief?" Yan Yunting asked.

"Hey! Don't say such things, be careful if they hear you, you'll die! The boatman hurriedly stopped Yan Yunting, and said in a low voice: "It's the doorman of the Xiangshui Gang, who collects tolls." ”

Roadblock robbery? Isn't that a thief? Maybe it's still some famous and blatant thieves!