Ye Feng and Tang Rou strolled out of the gate of the Blue Dragon Dart Bureau.

Guan Yuntian's sudden disappearance made Ye Feng feel very strange, and his disappearance at this special moment always made people feel a little intriguing.

Since he heard that he went to buy the things he needed for the funeral in the house, he never came back, so Ye Feng decided to go to a place like a paper shop in Lanzhou City to check if Guan Yuntian had been there.

He didn't wake up the two fat men who were sleeping soundly, maybe he couldn't bear to disturb their good dreams, or maybe his heart was still full of indescribable expectations for being able to stroll alone with Tang Rou.

Walking on the street, walking beside Tang Rou, Ye Feng's heart suddenly felt a little chaotic.

He had actually imagined the scene of being alone with Tang Rou countless times before, what to say, what to do, even what expressions to make, and the speed of walking had been imagined thousands of times in his heart, but when this moment really came, when the living Tang Rou was beside him, his mind suddenly became blank, and he couldn't think of a word.

He searched his stomach and thought hard for a long time, and finally remembered a topic, just when he mustered up the courage and turned his head to speak, he found that Tang Rou suddenly stopped.

She looked at the street with a surprised look on her face, Ye Feng followed her gaze, and saw that on a corner of the street on the side of the street, someone carved a few strange shapes with stones that couldn't be seen. These graphics are so inconspicuous that the average person doesn't notice.

Maybe it was a naughty boy who scribbled it casually, Ye Feng thought in his heart.

But Tang Rou's reaction showed that she clearly knew these patterns, she was shocked, and muttered: "This is impossible, how can it be?"

Ye Feng was a little puzzled, he looked at the pattern carefully, but he still couldn't see the reason, so he asked, "What is this painting?"

Tang Rou pondered and said, "This is the code we use to communicate in the Tang Sect, of course you can't understand it." ”

Tang Gate? Ye Feng was very surprised, are there people from Tang Men in this far northwest border?

He cautiously asked, "What does this code mean?"

Tang Rou thought for a moment, looking at her expression, she seemed to have made a decision in her heart, turned her head to Ye Feng and said, "Don't ask, you go to the river in front of you and wait for me first, I'll do something, and I'll come to you immediately." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Ye Feng to answer, she turned around and followed the corner of the wall marked with the mark, turned into a small alley, looked at her as if she was very anxious, turned a corner in the alley and disappeared soon.

Ye Feng watched her back disappear, and couldn't help but feel a little stunned in his heart, it was easy to have such a chance to be alone, but he didn't expect to be disturbed by this inexplicable Tangmen code.

He sighed helplessly, and could only continue to walk forward according to Tang Rou's words.

A short walk along the street, at the end of the street is the bank of the Yellow River.

There are very few pedestrians here, there are almost no people to be seen, and the Yellow River often floods, so there are generally no people living near the river.

At this moment, there was only a broken broken wall, and there was an old man with white hair, sitting on a small wooden bench, and in front of him was a chessboard, black and white, and he was playing against each other with white and black in his left and right hands.

Ye Feng shook his head secretly, how boring does a person have to be to play chess with himself? Every time he loses, all the changes in the back move, and the means of dealing with it are all already known, and he knows everything in advance, and there are no accidents at all, what's so fun about this?

Ye Feng is also bored now.

He walked along the riverbank, watching the turbid river rush from the sky, roaring past him, sweeping the loess and mud, rolling downstream without stopping, as if there was no force between heaven and earth that could stop their progress.

In the roar of flowing water

, Ye Feng couldn't help but think of the famous sentence "The deceased is like Sifu".

Yes, everything in the world is just like this flowing water, rushing in and out, never stopping for anyone, nor being swayed by people's likes and dislikes, even if you try your best, you can't stop it from moving forward. It's better to go with the flow, be at peace with what happens, and maybe you don't lose your heart.

While strolling with emotion, Ye Feng looked up and saw a fishing man sitting on the river bank in front of him.

He had a long white beard, which stood out, and was sitting lazily on the shore with his eyes closed, with a long fishing rod sticking diagonally towards the river.

Ye Feng walked over and looked at the bamboo basket beside him, it was empty, it seemed that his harvest today was not good.

Ye Feng smiled and asked, "Old man, this river is so muddy, are there any fish?"

The fisherman didn't open his eyes, and snorted from his nostrils: "Of course there is, don't you smell the water until it is clear, and there are no fish?"

Ye Feng nodded, yes.

He asked again, "Is the fish fat here?"

The fisherman scoffed at his ignorance: "You're from out of town, haven't you?

Ye Feng has never been too interested in food, he just once heard his brother Zhang Fatzi say that all the perch in the world is two gills, only Songjiang perch is four gills, the meat is extremely beautiful, it is a must in the world, Zhang Fatzi has not been able to taste it, which is a big regret in life.

If Zhang Fatzi wanted to be here, he must know a lot of allusions about this Yellow River carp, but Ye Feng had really never heard of it.

So there was a bit of respect in his voice, and he said to the fisherman, "I would like to hear about it." ”

The fisherman looked quite proud, and said in a long tone: "Since ancient times, there have been clouds: the three-foot carp of the Yellow River, which originally lived in the sky, did not become a dragon, and returned with ordinary fish. This carp jumps over the dragon gate and turns into a dragon, the world is called the dragon fish, especially the carp in the water of the Yellow River, the golden scales and red tail, the body shape is long, the meat is particularly delicious, it is a famous delicacy in the world, you have not heard of it?"

Ye Feng shook his head with a wry smile, he looked at the empty bamboo basket and asked, "This Yellow River carp is so precious, I'm afraid it's not easy to take the bait, right?"

The fisherman smiled at this time: "Have you heard of Jiang Taigong fishing, did the wisher take the bait? In the past, Jiang Shang fished without a hook, but today the old man does not even have a fishing line!"

Ye Feng looked at it, and sure enough, there was only a bare and swarthy fishing rod, and he didn't even tie the fishing line, but how could he fish?

He asked suspiciously, "Dare to ask the old man, how can you catch a fish like this?"

The fisherman smiled, his eyes opened, and he felt the light in his eyes flashing: "Back then, Jiang Shang relied on the fish to take the bait voluntarily, but today the old man fishes all by my will, as long as I want, the fish have to come up obediently!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and slapped it heavily on the fishing rod, and the rod suddenly vibrate, at first it was only a small vibration, but when it reached the end of the fishing rod, which was two feet long, it became a violent shaking.

The tip of the fishing rod shook bigger and bigger, and it was like a soft whip, and it was pumped into the river several times in a row.

In the midst of the waves, every time the end of the rod was pumped into the water, a fish flew straight from the river to the shore, falling to the ground and churning and jumping. Each of these lively fish is more than a pound in size, and the scales on both sides of the fish body are golden, which is the authentic Yellow River carp!

The fisherman laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and threw the fish on the ground into the bamboo basket, and turned back to ask Ye Feng: "How does the son look at the old man's hand?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded and speechless.

The old angler's hand just now seems to be light, but in fact, it requires extremely clever techniques and internal cultivation, just the moment he slapped the fishing rod just now, the sound was extremely weird, Ye Feng took a closer look, this dark fishing rod was clearly made of fine iron!

It seems that this old angler is actually one

This kind of kung fu, Ye Feng has not only never seen it, but has never even heard of it.

With deep admiration, he stepped forward and saluted and said: "The old man's kung fu really makes Ye so impressed, I don't know what the old man is called?"

Lao Yusuo was suddenly stunned for a moment, looked up and down at Ye Feng, his eyes saw that Ye Feng was very strange in his heart, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He muttered in his mouth: "Your surname is Ye, you are well-dressed, you are from other places, and you have a capital accent, could it be so coincidental, could it be that you are Ye Feng?"

This time it was Ye Feng's turn to be surprised: "The old man knows me?"

The old fisherman smiled, but in addition to being proud, there was also a bit of evil taste in that smile, which looked very uncomfortable.

He said to himself: "I didn't expect that it was really the wisher who took the bait, and I was able to meet you here, and it really didn't take any effort to get it." ”

Ye Feng had a bad premonition in his heart, a sense of danger approaching, he took a step back and asked, "Who are you?"

The old fisherman smiled and said, "You still can't guess who the old man is?"

With such a superb martial arts, as well as this strange iron-cast fishing rod, Ye Feng's mind instantly remembered the name of a person, and he blurted out: "You are a fisherman in the East China Sea?!"

The old fisherman suddenly laughed: "Yes, yes, except for the old man, who else in the world can have such a stunt?"

Ye Feng's heart sank to the bottom, and he remembered what Master Shaolin Likong had told at the beginning, one of the Ten Hall Yamas who injured him with just one bamboo branch, maybe it was the East China Sea Fishing in front of him now!

Even the empty master with Shaolin stunts is not his opponent, and of course he doesn't even have a chance to escape in front of him.

It's just that why did this East China Sea fisherman come to Lanzhou City from the capital again? Could it be that he tracked himself all the way?

Looking at Yu Liang's hand in the East China Sea just now, he had no idea of escaping at all, and he didn't even have the courage to try, so he just asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Donghai Yu looked at his frightened expression and said with a smile: "Ye Gongzi, don't worry, the old man's goal is not to deal with you, it's just that you have to move and follow me, we won't hurt you, we just want to exchange you for someone." ”

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, who is the replacement?

Donghai Yu didn't wait for him to ask any more, suddenly stood up, and gently pulled out the fishing rod inserted in the ground with one hand, the fishing rod was more than two zhang long, cast of fine iron, and weighed more than 100 catties, but in his hand it was as light as a bamboo pole.

He shook it slightly, and the long fishing rod suddenly shrank back one by one, turning into a thick iron rod that was only a few feet long, and he walked forward with the iron rod in his hand, and said, "Ye Gongzi, please." ”

Ye Feng was helpless, knowing that it was futile to do anything with his martial arts at the moment, and he had no choice but to follow him silently.

The direction in which Donghai Yu walked was the direction that Ye Feng had just come, his pace was very brisk, and he seemed to be in a good mood, no matter who he wanted to exchange Ye Feng for, it was an accident to be able to meet him here unintentionally.

Ye Feng was very frustrated in his heart, the huge Lanzhou City, such a long river shoreline, how could he coincidentally run into the East China Sea fisherman? And he thought he was an ordinary fisherman, and he took the initiative to talk to him boredly, this is really called self-throwing into the net, and he was unlucky.

Suddenly, Ye Feng remembered Tang Rou again.

By the way, Tang Rou just said that she would come to the river to meet her, if she happened to come here at this time, wouldn't she just happen to run into a scene?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's heart suddenly became anxious, but there was no way but to pray in his heart again and again that Tang Rou could come later, later.

When he was thinking wildly, the steps of the East China Sea fishing in front of him suddenly stopped.