This night,

Wu Qingqing didn't sleep well, she tossed and turned on the top bunk, until more than four o'clock in the morning, opened the online shopping app and bought three large papayas, which barely calmed down and fell asleep slowly.

Zhou Yu slept well.

In his deep sleep, the Magic Ritual Orbit Soul Technique slowly operated.

In his consciousness, the brilliance of his mind fluctuated, and the flame of his soul was beating, exploding shimmering stars that followed the inherent ritual and ran in a specific trajectory.

An ancient bronze short sword, tempered in the fire of the soul, kept jumping like a star pill.

The day is getting brighter,

The sun creeps out of the horizon.

Zhou Yu woke up on time as when he was outside, his movements were light, and Wu Qingqing had just fallen into a deep sleep, so he didn't notice his departure at all.

Jinqiao City is adjacent to Qianshan Lake, there are dozens of small hills of large and small sizes in the lake, dotted all over the place, forming a unique landscape painting scroll, so it is well-known, and then fabricate the number, called "Qianshan Lake", it has become a famous tourist attraction in the south of the Yangtze River.

Zhou Yu's time to Hangzhou is not short, because there are many things, but he has never visited Qianshan Lake.

It's early today, and the timing is right.

Before Qianshan Lake became famous, the lake was mostly a fishing village and water village, but now although tourism development has been carried out and a major transformation has been completed, the fishing industry is still an important economic source, and there are still many fishermen in the local area.

On the shore of Qianshan Lake, there are many wild ferries and many fishing boats moored, but it is not the fishing season, and the government prohibits private fishing, so they do not operate.

Zhou Yu has the power of torrent casting body, his physical strength is amazing, his speed is extremely fast, he walks through the early morning mist, and stops at a lakeside place casually, next to a hill of 100 meters.

It was the height of autumn, but Qianshan Lake was located in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River and the Qianjiang River, a resort in the south of the Yangtze River, so there was still a thin greenery, he easily went up to this wild mountain, startled a piece of flying birds, flew away, and cried bursts of songs.

He undressed himself at the intersection of a broken stone and a tree with a crooked neck on this small mountain, and hid it with branches and leaves, wearing only a pair of boxer bottoms, revealing a body that looked thin and quite athletic when he was dressed.

He jumped over the crooked neck tree in two by three and two and climbed the broken rock.

At the end of the water in the east sky, a lump of red is rising, the huge sun wheel is gradually rising, there are three or two small mountains in the lake to cast the shadow on the rising sunscreen, such as three or two crows lit in the red cloud, and the cold of the early morning will be a little more angry.

Zhou Yu jumped from the broken stone, his body was like a winged Peng bird, jumped into the sky, a flip, he turned sharply, and fell to the lake below 100 meters with his breath, and his body suddenly became agile at the moment of entering the water, like a live fish, burrowing into the water.

The lake water has been stored overnight in autumn, and the cold invades people's muscles and bones.

If it was an ordinary person, he might have cramps the moment he entered the water, but Zhou Yu's whole body swayed, and every muscle and bone in his body became light and happy.

Zhou Yu reached the bottom of the water, his body seemed to sink tenfold, and his feet fell into the mud.

He began to walk step by step, not in a hurry, but with a special rhythm, towards the depths of the lake.

once

He practiced the martial art of "Flowing Water Cover" in the river at the head of his home village.

afterward

To go to the city to study, is in the river near the city.

When I arrived in Hangzhou, I went to the Qianjiang River, where the runoff was deeper.

Qianshan Lake is not big, but it is a living lake, the water of the Qianjiang River passes from here, it is not only a natural lake, but also a reservoir, there are a large number of peaks in the lake, so that the flow of the lake is complicated, and the undercurrent is complicated, but it is more suitable for practice.

The deeper you go,

The water sinks.

The deeper he went, he opened his eyes, and his vision was confused, but with the operation of the Demon Ritual Orbit Soul Technique, the soul fire ignited, and there seemed to be starlight under his eyes, and Hui was cold, and his vision suddenly became clear.

Algae dances and fish swim like a tide.

It was about two or three miles deep, the water depth was already hundreds of meters, and the undercurrents were diving on all sides, gathering and surging, squeezing together, and the flesh and bones of the five internal organs could feel a clear sense of oppression, and Zhou Yu finally stopped.

In this situation, he felt completely overwhelmed.

He gradually closed his eyes, his feet left the bottom of the water, and as soon as the undercurrent flushed, the mud on his feet was washed clean, and he coiled his feet in the depths of the water, interlocking his hands, knotting a large return mark, and his body gradually floated.

When he reached a just right position, he stopped, let the water rise, he stood still, his mind was immersed, his soul was calm, he was the only one between heaven and earth, in the depths of the water, quiet and happy.

“...... The smoke disappears and the sunrise does not see people, and the mountains and rivers are green. Looking back at the middle stream of the sky, the clouds on the rocks are ...... without a heart."

Until bursts of chanting, singing above the clear waves, with the water still seeping deep into the bottom of the water, pouring into Zhou Yu's ears, waking him up from this silent and natural state.

"What a song!"

Zhou Yu's heart moved, and he couldn't help but praise secretly.

The song of Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty is well written, and the person who is chanting at this moment is also singing well, the sound is like a wave, the words are stacked on the tide, and they are rushing to all directions, and the singer sings in the distance, but the sound seems to echo in the listener's mind.

The song is also known as "Shanshui Green", or "Song of the Mountains", which is sung by the fisherman when he shakes the wind and catches fish, which is natural and true, and is full of the most sincere joy in the world.

Zhou Yu cast his gaze upward, dozens of meters deep lake water could not block his gaze, the vision was vast, clear and transparent, and he saw a small mountain half a mile away protruding from the water surface, no more than seven or eight meters high, no more than thirty or twenty meters in radius, surrounded by clusters of reeds.

Most of the reeds have withered in autumn, and only patches of mottled yellow remain.

In the depths of the reeds, on the top of the cliff above the convex mountain, there was a man standing, singing to the rising sun.

The purple smoke of the East sets off the sun, scorching the universe, the smoke disappears and the sunrise, in his singing, the sky and the water meet, the tide is rising, the flowing soup soup, he carries it with one hand, and the other hand unties the skin from the waist, and after the song, he drinks a sip of wine in the skin, rinses it, and sprays out against the rising sun.

Suddenly, the sunlight twists and turns, reflecting the day's clouds and rainbows, which is very beautiful.

"The old man fished last night, he slept here, woke up in the sunshine, sang and expressed his feelings, children, you listened to it, watched it, why don't you come up and eat a pot of fish soup with the old man?"

The man's voice was as clear and crisp as the waves hitting the stone, without the slightest twilight, but he called him "old man", and he had the style of a fairy wind and bones.

As soon as Zhou Yu heard it, he knew that this was a powerful person, and he couldn't avoid it.

At his feet, people are like falcons rushing to the sky, breaking out of the water, and slowly falling, three or two big steps, they will step on the waves, go out to the reed mountain, and say with joy in his mouth: "Yuan Luqi writes about fishing, caresses Jiao Tong and Shu Ya condition, sells fine wine, drunk and lies on the reed flower, and regards fame and fortune as if it were a waste...... My husband's song is really wonderful, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, and my husband must not mind. ”

"Come!

The man turned around, carrying the first sun on his back, revealing white hair, thick eyebrows like snow, and strong light bursting from his pupils, as if two rounds of sun and stars were shining, forcing Zhou Yu to look.

He pressed his hand in the void,

On the small boat that stopped in the reeds, one of them turned over and swept into the lake, and the tide splashed in all directions, and a wave swelled out.

One of the water arrows shot towards Zhou Yu!

"Old man, try it first, which junior are you!"

Zhou Yu screamed secretly, turned his hand and pressed down, and immediately the lake was surging, rolling forward like a mountain and a sea, one layer, two layers, three layers...... Layers of pressure, the collapse of the city generally suppressed the water arrow!

"My husband's fish soup seems to be not easy to eat!"

The bearded old man laughed and said, "The old man's fish soup, you can raise the flying sword in the soul if you eat it, of course, you can't be easily asked to eat it."

Don't be verbose, out of the sword!"

"Very good!"

Zhou Yu also laughed heartily, "Then take out the sword!"

A young man wearing only a pair of white cotton boxer bottoms stood at the head of the waves, grabbed his hand, the streamer under his eyes exploded, and a touch of patina rolled out overwhelmingly.

Among them, a bronze short sword of one foot two inches and three points slashed the wave, breaking into thousands of rare crystals, shining in the morning sun, the rainbow was noisy, and it was a thousand feet in the air, hiding the true trace of the flying sword.

"What a sword. ”

The bearded old man's tone was joyful and very sincere, his right hand rubbed the leather bag containing wine, and the thumb and index finger of his left hand rubbed like a flower, and a wave bloomed on his fingertips.

Reeds under the mountain,

A boat in the reeds,

Boat on a boat.

The ship flew up.

Slash the air!

Rumble!

Shattered the rainbow of the day, and collided with the sword of heaven and water, thundering on all sides!