In the suburbs of Jiankang City, the willow cui is smoking, the peach is spitting, the wind is crisp and the sun is beautiful, and the swallow dances and the warbler is crying, which is the season when the spring makeup is bright and the horseshoe is light.

At the beginning of April, the Jiujiang Festival, headed by the three dukes of the Great Jin Dynasty, "Situ and Lu Shangshu Wang Tingzhi", "Sikong and Shangshu Ling Pan Yangming", "Great Sima and General Gao Tianyue", the civil and military officials worshiped the river in the Yanziji outside the Jiankang field.

After the ceremony was completed, the officials returned to the court, and this area was flooded by the flow of people from Youchun. On the river, the sun is shining, the waves are sparkling, and the boats of the painting boat are as dense as the carp, intertwined and shuttled. The gate valve ladies and women are in full swing, most of them are dressed in gorgeous clothes and makeup, wearing jade and gold, each driving a boat, enjoying the flowers and climbing the cliff. The crowd is in a group of three or five, eight or nine, or gently shaking the Luo fan, talking and laughing, or playing drums, dancing with swords, or chanting poems against each other, howling and singing, or hairpins drunk, indulging in lust, or playing games on the chessboard, talking about lice, or fighting cocks and throwing pots, pointing to the sky and scolding the earth......

"Bone Lulu—" On the table of the painting boat, a Chaos Stone dice slowly stopped spinning, and the red point was pointing upward. Produced in the chaotic abyss of the Endless Sea, the Chaos Stone can isolate the two qi of clear and turbid, and is often cast into shackles to bind monks by government prisons, or to make gambling equipment to prevent cheating.

"Haha, you've lost again!Little Sanyan, you've been smelling a lot lately!" A rough young man turned his head and took a sip of the five stone scatters floating out of the golden furnace, and waved his arms to let out a wanton laugh. He wore an embroidered sweat towel on his shoulders, his chest was exposed, and he only wore a pair of calf nose silk pants on his lower body, lying in the fragrant flower dew wine pool.

In the center of the wine pool, there is a crystal clear glass gambling table, and a silver plate and jade cup flow with the wine wave, holding all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas. The white-faced young man at the next table cursed and pushed over the dozen or so pieces of honey jade in front of him.

"A few more handfuls of hand-to-hand luck? Maybe the next one will be over. The rough boy grabbed a piece of honey jade, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. The honey jade melts when it encounters Jin, turning into a sweet and mellow jade liquid that flows into the internal organs, part of which moistens the sea of qi, and the other part slowly penetrates into the purple mansion.

Honey jade, also known as "monk coin", can not only increase the turbidity of the martial arts, but also improve the clear qi of the martial arts, is the hard currency of the cultivation world, and is also a commonly used cultivation resource for the disciples of the family, only in the depths of the jade veins can a small amount of production.

"I've lost all my money for a year, and I'm still playing with a bird!" the white-faced boy turned the tortoiseshell wrench on his middle finger and stood up from the wine pool angrily. The maids on both sides stepped forward to wipe off the wine stains for him and put on scarves.

The rough young man grinned, casually stuffed a piece of honey jade into the maid's fat white buttocks, and slapped it heavily: "You Pan Anren is the second young master of the Pan family, isn't it a piece of cake to get a few pieces of honey jade?"

"I'm not like you, the eldest son of the Xie family, a martial genius of this generation, and there are five or six jade veins in his name alone. Pan Anren snorted, touched the tortoiseshell wrench again, walked out of the cabin, and looked at the river in the distance. He is handsome, his eyes are gloomy, and a twisted dark blue vertical stripe blooms from the center of his eyebrows, like a third eye, half-closed and half-open, which is the birthmark of the bloodline of the Lanling Pan family.

"Hehe, anyway, your eldest brother is more auspicious, and the clan property will only cheapen you in the end!" the rough boy jumped out of the wine pool drenched, and without wiping, he picked up a bright scarlet coat and put it on, and flipped onto the deck.

"Thank you for your big mouth, Hugh is talking nonsense! My eldest brother just went to Dimeng Dao to polish his cultivation, and he will come back sooner or later!" Pan Anren said stupidly.

"Eight years of polishing, and there is no news?" the rough young man rolled his eyes, leaned over the railing, and blew a loud whistle to a group of women on the opposite boat, attracting a burst of warblers.

"Brothers and sisters of the Wang family, hello!" the rough boy shouted with his arms raised.

"Thank you, get away!" The red-clothed girl led by the leader put down the jade flute and pointed at the rough boy disdainfully. Her eyebrows and eyes are delicate, her red lips are like fire, and the small dimples on the sides of her cheeks are looming.

"Little sister Liangmi, don't be so angry. Do you want to come to my boat and discuss the Yin and Yang Avenue with each other to extinguish the fire?" the rough boy squeezed his eyebrows and smiled.

"Xie Dazui, I haven't seen you for a few days, your mouth is still so stinky!" Wang Liangmi spat at the other party.

The rough boy laughed and pouted high: "My sister, you have to taste your brother's mouth to know whether it is stinky or fragrant!"

"You don't need to taste feces and urine, you can know if it's stinky or fragrant!" Wang Liangmi sneered, and several young men around him also turned their heads and glared angrily at the rough young man.

Pan Anren's eyes flashed, Langya Wang and Yanwu Xie have always been at odds, three days of bickering between their children, five days of trouble, he has never been involved, but today is different.

"Bang!" Pan Anren slapped the railing of the boat and laughed wildly: "Where did a group of Wang Balamb stare at each other? Don't shrink up **, get out of Lao Tzu!"

The rough young man was slightly stunned, the Wang family is the most taboo to be scolded as a king, Pan Anren is usually not a troublemaker, why did he suddenly stop him without concealing his mouth? Could it be that he lost gambling and was red-eyed, looking for someone to be angry?

"Pan Erlang, you fucking looking for death!" All the sons and daughters of the Wang family shouted angrily, and Wang Dun, the youngest son of the sixth room, who was the most anxious, showed his sleeves in his robe, and his technique was pinched, and a wave on the river suddenly rose, like a giant palm, slamming towards the Xie family's painting boat.

"Boom!" the waves hit the railing, the boat shook, and the splash made Pan Anren's face all over his face.

The rough young man shook his head, like a flowing cloud swept out, wrapped in chaotic water droplets, his whole body did not drop water, and he smiled and said with a smile on his face: "You have rain and I have clouds, and Wushan clouds and rain are seeking joy together!"

"Bastard!" Pan Anren didn't care about wiping the water stains, his five fingers opened, and a water wheel rotated between his fingers.

"Boom!" the water wheel shot out of its hand, rolling rapidly in mid-air, causing the river to merge in one after another, rushing towards the Wang's painting boat. The children of the Wang family did not show weakness, and they showed their skills to catch up, and for a while, the water waves were surging, the fire was shining, and the sound of the collision of energy was endless.

The painting boats on the river were gradually attracted to the crowd and watched the excitement. Many wealthy disciples stood on the deck and danced and shouted: "Pan Sanyan's ass has been beaten again!" "Xie Dazui, you don't need your hundred-step divine fist to fuck them! Aim at ***, stupid!" "Wang Jia Shilang, I'm optimistic about you! Damn, you waste, Young Master Ben has mistaken you!" "Xiao Liangmi's Luo skirt is wet! I saw it! I really saw it, it's pink inside!"

There are more and more onlookers, Yuyang Diao's drumming and cheering, Cangwu Bai's dancing to cheer up, Longchao Huan's playing gong, Wuling Tao's splashing ink, to record the melee between the two sides in calligraphy and painting......

Not long after, another Wang family's boats came over one after another to join the war group. Pan Anren's tortoiseshell wrench suddenly heated up, and a glimmer of light flashed. His heart skipped a slight beat, and he tore off his tattered brocade robe, and shouted: "A group of eight kings, what kind of ability is it to fight more and fight less?

"Crash the waves, crash the waves, crash the waves!" the crowd erupted into a thunderous cry.

Crashing into the waves is a thrill-seeking fighting game for Jiankang children. The upper reaches of Yanziji are raging, the reefs are dense, and the two sides of the competition control the ships with the art and martial arts, and collide with each other in the face of the torrential waves. Whichever side of the ship is wrecked and overboard, the other wins.

"If you hit the waves, you will hit the waves!" who is afraid of whom?" Wang Liangmi swung his jade flute and snorted coquettishly, "I will definitely take you."

Pan Erlang broke his limbs and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy!"

In the midst of the coaxing all around, the two painting boats turned their bows one after another and sailed towards the upper reaches of Swallow Rock. The rest of the boats shouted and swarmed to follow.