"Jingle bells. ”

It's just an ordinary bell, but it's like an order.

Da Jiang, who was still calm just now, suddenly turned his face!

The sudden and fierce wind screamed, shouted, and ran, stirring up a thick fog to gather, circle, and solidify, like a miserable white wriggling copper wall, locking the boat heavily.

Let the boat be constantly tossed, pushed, spun and slapped by the vicious waves of the rapids!

The veteran was caught off guard, and under the unsteady footing, he was almost thrown out by the sudden violent jolt.

Fortunately, when half of his body flew out of the side of the ship, the Taoist beside him pulled him in time.

The veteran clasped the side of the boat with both hands, gasped for breath a few times, and was about to thank the Taoist.

But coldly, his eyes shrank, and he took a big breath in his chest, and he forgot to spit it out.

He was horrified.

It's right under the boat.

Right in the depths of the rapids.

There was a huge dark shadow lurking.

The veteran trembled and raised his eyes to see as far as the eye could see.

"Boom!"

Another wave came and pushed him back to the cabin, and poured him into a soup chicken by the way, but the old soldier was unaware, shaking the folds of his face, and pointing to the river in horror.

"There's ...... in the water There are ...... in the water."

He couldn't say what was in the water, he just stammered and gestured wildly.

"Uncle. ”

At this time, the Taoist next to him called, and his voice was surprisingly flat.

Only then did the veteran realize that in this turbulent wave, the young Taoist still looked plain and bland, and even the questions he asked next were strangely plain.

"Can you sail a boat?"

Perhaps intimidated by the calm of the young Taoist, the veteran blurted out.

"My family has lived on the waterfront for generations, so how can I not sail a boat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another wave came, and the boat almost capsized, but the veteran's heart was hit by the big wave into the valley.

He sat down in the boat, his face miserable, and muttered to himself:

"The old man joined the army in the fifteenth year, traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, Jiangbei, the Central Plains, and the northern Xinjiang, and was lucky enough to live to the age of eighty, but he didn't dare to die in a foreign land. Now, I finally got the grace to allow me to return to the field, seeing that the old garden was in front of me, but I didn't even have the opportunity to give the two elders incense, so I had to die in the big river at the door of this house. ”

As he spoke, he covered his face and sobbed.

"Either way, no matter what. Dying in this river is not a guest in a foreign land. I only hope that this Jiang Shen has a kind heart, swallows my flesh and blood, and can let my soul go home and see my family. ”

He wiped his tears and snot from his eyes, and when he looked up, he was surprised to find that the man was unhurriedly untying the wooden box behind him, resting it on his lap and opening it, revealing a bronze dagger inside.

Four fingers wide, one and a half feet long, the appearance is simple, and the sword body is still a little red rust.

Hey?

Shouldn't patina be emerald green?

Somehow, for a while, such an inappropriate thought popped up in the veteran's heart.

Immediately, he saw the Taoist take out the bronze sword, suspend it with the tip down on the water, and then let the short sword sink into the water.

What does this do?

The veteran was surprised, but he saw that the Taoist gently tapped the scabbard with his fingers, as if counting.

One.

Two.

Three.

The veteran finally couldn't help it.

"Xiaodao Chief, what are you doing......"

I didn't finish a word.

In an instant, the storm was quiet.

There was no wind, no turbulence, no more thick fog like an iron wall.

If it weren't for the inertia of the boat, which was still whirling on the water, the veteran really thought that Fang Cai was sinister, but he was caught in the wind and had a nightmare.

"Uncle. ”

"Huh?"

The Taoist reminded: "Masturbation." ”

Only then did the veteran come back to his senses, and he hurriedly grabbed the handle of the oar, so that the boat could be stable again.

And the Taoist poked his hand out of the boat again, and with a light fish, he actually fished back the bronze short sword!

He slowly dried the sword from the hem of his coat and put it back in the box.

This calm and scattered gesture is like a mid-spring picnic feast, where the wine cup falls off the flowers, picks it up, wipes away the contaminated soil and dew, and then pours the wine and feast again.

But the veteran's mind was still in the turbulence, blank and full of doubts, and he opened his mouth to say something.

But I didn't let him speak.

"Poof. ”

The veteran hurriedly followed the sound, but saw a "big bag" suddenly rise somewhere on the river, and a large amount of red blood gushed out of it.

Followed by.

The sound of "pop, pop" is constant.

The whole river seemed to be boiling, and with it, endless red spread out.

In a few moments, the river turned into a river of blood!

The veteran gasped, and his ears could hear it.

"Husband, let's hurry up. ”

The man laughed:

"This drizzle is like a beauty, cool and lovely at first sight, and after a long time, it sticks to people's bodies. Let's hurry to the other side to find a place to shelter from the rain and drive away the cold. ”

Where did the veteran dare to disagree, he had to be full of horror and doubt, shook off the long stroke, and drove the boat in the boiling river of blood to the other side.

Just when the south bank is getting closer.

He couldn't help but glance back.

The hairs all over the body suddenly stood up!

Just look, in the center of the river, there is a faint behemoth with scales and claws, floating in the red river.

The veteran was already apprehensive, and he was even more startled when he glanced at him coldly.

"That's ......"

The tip of his tongue twitched.

"Jiang Shen?!"

The Taoist glanced at it.

"What a river god. ”

He didn't care.

"It's just a pig dragon that doesn't make a climate. ”

............

Wait until the two of them and a donkey come ashore.

At this time, the clouds have stopped and the rain has closed, and the sky is clear.

The rain and fog on the banks of the Hengjiang River have dissipated, and the scenery on both sides of the river can be seen at a glance.

Look at the heart of the river again.

The red stream of the river and the corpse of the "river god" were washed away by the big waves, and only the river was still rolling eastward.

Stepping on the ground, the veteran finally relaxed.

"Thanks to the Taoist chief, otherwise the old decay will be harmed by that Jiang Ling. ”

"It's just a matter of being in the same boat, and we can't do it. ”

The Taoist waved his hand.

"Besides, I have one more thing to trouble my husband here. ”

Seeing that the sky was clear, the man took off his coat and hat, revealing short monk-like hair.

The Taoist, or Li Changan, bowed to the veteran.

"I heard that my father-in-law's house was on the edge of Xiaoshui City. ”

"It's not a secret, this trip to Xiaoshui is to go to Xiaoshui, and I am worried that there is no one to guide me. ”

"If the old man doesn't dislike it, can he take the poor road for a ride?"

............

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

After the encounter on the river, the veteran still didn't know that although this person was young, he was not a layman, he was a monk with strange skills, so his attitude was inevitably respectful and restrained.

But as it gets closer and closer to home.

The veteran's whole person was filled with the nervousness and excitement of going home, and that bit of restraint was long gone, only Li Changan was arrested, chattering all the way.

Talking about the scenery of his hometown, the people and soil of his hometown, the stream in front of the village, the rice fields behind the village, and the absurd things of his youth, and the old friends who don't know if they are alive...... turned upside down, said whatever came to his mind, and invited Li Changan to his house as a guest.

It's really my hometown.

A small village nestled in a valley.

But he lingered, not daring to come near.

One moment he asked if he was dressed inappropriately, and the other he asked if his hair was in a loose bun. Just when the Taoist priest thought that he had finally suppressed his nervousness, he asked in a panic: Will this armor scare the neighbors?

But then he laughed at himself and said, "Where did you get to change your clothes when you are alone? Besides, who can be frightened by the decay of such a appearance?"

He took a deep breath and walked towards the village with anticipation and apprehension.

Li Changan lagged behind, looking at the village.

The fog in the mountains dispersed slowly, and it was still smoky as it approached noon.

All the characters in the village were shrouded in mist, and the shadows were too real to see. From afar, it looks like some lonely ghosts floating in a mirage.

Li Changan shook his head, led the big green donkey, and followed.