In the early morning of this day, a layer of fog rose on the surface of the river, and the field of vision was hazy everywhere.

A small boat, fluttering, descending down the river, like a leaf in a pale world.

On both sides of the Linjiang River, blurred as a roll, the mountain peaks are steep, the dense forest is verdant, and the cry of the old ape is heard from time to time, and the hoarse sound is like the swan song of the valley, which makes the traveler's heart climb up and down.

However, in this sad singing, there is still a little sound of hope.

Penny paddling, single boat forward. The crisp sailor's trumpet, as if to deliberately echo the cry of the old ape, between the two mountains, ups and downs, echoing endlessly.

Lu Qianyu opened his heavy eyes and listened to the bursts of trumpets and fishing songs in his ears.

A penny, rowed in the water, the peaks are lined up, from which yes, the man who fishes, the sun, is better than the stars Xianjun....

Lu Qianyu was stunned and let out a miserable laugh, "Who sang it, it's weird and good." Then, with pain all over his body, he frowned, and asked through the dense holes in the cabin for the origin of the fishing song. As a result, he saw a chaotic scene, which made him mistakenly think that he was in a heavenly kingdom.

He continued to listen to the fishing song in intoxication, and his thoughts began to stretch endlessly. Suddenly, I felt my body turn into a light swift and fly out of the cabin.

He flew through the fog and towards the clouds, and he crossed the clouds and continued to climb, hoping for the Lingyun Treasure Palace, which everyone in the world loved.

Suddenly, the scene changed, the wind raged, the rain fell, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, breaking his wings, and he fell in agony before returning to the cabin.

Lu Qianyu opened his eyes again, and there was a huge pain in his back, he reached out and touched it, but found that he couldn't reach it, so he had to give up.

In the meantime, Yuge was still lingering in his ears, he struggled to get up, and suddenly touched something in his hand, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be a shriveled wine gourd, with plum blossom blood marks printed on it.

Coagulated blood covered his white clothes, so that the clothes were as hard as a cowhide, and the blood of his own or his enemies still smelled fishy, wafting into his nose and stimulating his memories.

Lu Qianyu sighed profusely, looked up melancholy, and in an instant, he remembered everything.

In the battle of the tavern, Shi Weng blocked Lu Jian alone, and he and Langliu were able to break through.

At that time, Lu Qianyu and Langliu ran on the roof of the house, all the way to the outside of the city, the enemy chased after them, and several battles broke out on the way, and the two added many new injuries. Unexpectedly, in the last battle, the enemy insidiously launched a sneak attack like a cross dart, injuring Lu Qianyu's back, which should be at the shoulder.

Lu Qianyu remembers very well the scene where he fell from the roof like a leather ball. He was still awake when the waves carried him. In the end, Langliu fought with dozens of people and fought out of the city gate, and he didn't remember the bloody scene.

When he woke up, it was on the original awning boat. The reeds stuck to the side of his lips, and he could smell the scent of aquatic plants.

The waves curled one leg and sat with their backs against the edge of the cabin, holding a wine gourd in their hands, tilting their heads and sipping.

He was covered in bruises, his clothes were tattered by swords, his sleeves were missing, and his bloody arms were exposed. Then, as if sensing something, he glanced down at Lu Qianyu.

"The hidden weapon, I took it out for you... The injury isn't very serious!" Langliu smiled reluctantly.

"What about you, are you alright? I see you..."Before Lu Qianyu could finish speaking, the noisy footsteps of a large group of people and horses sounded near the boat.

Obviously, a group of vicious dogs from Lu Blade have found this place!

"I'm going to lure them away. Langliu put down the wine gourd, got up suddenly, lifted the curtain covering the cabin with his waist, and turned back to call Lu Qianyu's name.

"Qianyu. ”

"Huh?"

"The sky is high and the road is far away, there will be a period in the future!"

"Wait!"

As soon as Lu Qianyu's words came out, the waves resolutely got out of the cabin. Then he heard a series of sounds of footsteps jumping onto the shore, untying the ropes, and so on, and finally, with a pop, something fell into the water, and the boat reluctantly moved and drifted away in the winding waterway.

Lu Qianyu was in a hurry for a while, the world was dim and dark, and he fell asleep again.

I don't know how long the boat drifted in the waterway, but miraculously found the mouth of the river. Walking here, the fog was thick, and I don't know how much time had passed.

"Shi Weng and Langliu, are they life or death?" Thinking of this, Lu Qianyu's heart was like a knife, and he scolded himself in his heart, "I'm a fucking fool, why do you want to send a wreath to Lu Jian? If you don't want to do anything, maybe..." The pain all over his body seemed to turn him into a walking corpse, losing the right to dominate his body.

So, he began to make desperate rounds of the cabin.

The gourd was empty and deflated, but fortunately it wasn't broken. Broken Sword-Lone Han lay beside him, mottled with blood. Some bottles and cans are staggered, and colorful drug powders are spilled everywhere. The dry blanket looks like a piece of bean skin.

Other than that, there was nothing else in the cabin.

There is no food to fill your stomach, no water to moisten your throat, no warmth to hug in.

The first thought that came to him was to go back.

Go back to Linzhou and inquire about the information of the two. Whether it is life or death, things have a beginning, there is an end in general, people have a place to come from, and they must have a way back.

He struggled to move his dying torso, trudging some distance, and the word crawling was more appropriate.

He reached the stern of the boat, and the moment he lifted the curtain, an endless white mist enveloped him.

The breeze brought wet moisture to his face, and the air was cold, so he couldn't help but shiver.

The fishing song came to my ears again:

The man who fishes, dressed in the sun, is better than the stars and immortals, does not wear a robe, does not be a Buddha, alas, a small wine of one or two taels is down, hey, who in heaven and earth can help me, who in heaven and earth will help me!

He heard that the fisherman's song was near, so he narrowed his eyes and searched for it, until he saw through the fog and the silhouettes of the two fishing boats rose and fell on the river.

When a small fish floated a little closer, a swarthy figure could also be seen clearly, and a shirtless young sailor stood at the bow of the boat, holding a penny in one hand, and the penny stretched out into the water, bringing up waves one after another.

"Fisherman!" Lu Qianyu thought for a while, feeling that this title was inappropriate, and he shouted, "Brother Tai, can you ask something?"

The sailor stared at the two dark eyes, searched for a long time, and finally found Lu Qianyu's boat. Through the mist, he smiled and beckoned warmly, "My friend." He untied a long towel, wiped it around his neck, and said, "What do you say? My friend, you can be louder!"

Then, the sailor waved his muscular arm, and the penny quickened its stirring under the water, and approached.

Seeing Lu Qianyu, the sailor couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

I saw the person in front of him, holding the cabin, standing alone, his hair was messy, and his robe was stained with blood, covered with large and small holes and scratches, and the wounds were clearly visible. At this moment, his face was paler than the mist, with a hint of delicateness, and his eyes moved and shone brightly.

"Oops. The sailor shouted in panic, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Qianyu smiled bitterly and said, "I fought with someone, dare to ask what kind of realm is this?"

"Not far ahead is the Qilin Peak!" said the sailor without thinking, and then he added in more detail, "we are at the foot of it." Soon, you'll be able to see the magnificent beauty of the Kirin Peak. ”

"So, how far is it from Linzhou City?"

"Could it be that you are going to Linzhou?" said the sailor with an incredulous expression on his face.

Lu Qianyu nodded, "Yes, I'm lost." Making this simple gesture was extremely painful for him.

Qilin Peak, unheard of, he has never been there.

His life was a framed world before, and leaving the frame was like coming to another world.

"Back to Linzhou, it's impossible. The sailor said in a firm tone, "You know what, you are heading to the lower reaches of the Linjiang River, and Linzhou is upstream." The sailor said, and pointed to the mist, which seemed to be out of reach.

Lu Qianyu figured out the direction and arched his hand: "But I can only go to Linzhou." Thank you for the reminder, you're such a good person. Then he thought about how to row back, and there was no penny or anything else that could be used on the boat, and that was the first thing to be solved, and he wanted to go back to the cabin to see, and as soon as he had taken a step, his legs were like two wickers, and he could not support his upper body, and he fell, but fortunately he did not fall down by holding on to the cabin.

The sailor frowned and lamented repeatedly, "Seeing that you are not lightly injured, I am worried about you." ”

Lu Qianyu didn't speak, gritted his teeth, and stubbornly straightened his waist again.

With a wry smile, the sailor said, "I advise you, it's more realistic to recuperate from your injuries first." This is not far from Stone Town, you can go there and settle down, and when your body is healed, it is convenient to return to Linzhou!"

Lu Qianyu responded with a smile and continued to fight against the broken body, and finally he gave in to fate, he couldn't even go back to the cabin easily, let alone how he rowed back without the boat.

"Listen to me. The sailor said, "It's at least three days from Linzhou City." As you are now, I'm afraid you'll have to walk for ten days, or you can find a sailor to take your place and hold the boat, which will be much faster. ”

Lu Qianyu thinks this is a good solution. But then he realized that it would take money. He groped all over his body, except for the big and small wounds, not a penny.

"I don't have any money. ”

"I can't help it," the sailor shrugged, blushing, and said rather embarrassedly, "Why don't you do as I say, and go to Stone Town to recuperate first, and wait for the family to come?"

"Family?" Lu Qianyu thought.

He looked up, and his empty eyes did not look at all like a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, but like an old man who had gone through the ups and downs of life.

Xiaolou was persecuted to death by Wulingfeng, the whereabouts of Langliu and Shi Weng are unknown, and the Lu family was occupied by Lu Blade.

The world is long, boundless, where is home? He seems to have nothing. He was left alone, a boat, a sword, and the sword was still broken.

At this time, he was stunned to remember that the incident happened suddenly, and the mysterious locket left by his parents was left in the tavern room, maybe it had been obtained by Lu Jian at this time.

For a while, Lu Qianyu fell into despair.

"Good luck, my poor friend. Seeing that Lu Qianyu no longer spoke, the sailor continued to hum the fishing song and walked away. left Lu Qianyu's boat far behind.

Here, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

The sun rose high from the corner of the mountain, and for a moment it shone brightly and the flames were blazing.

The mist on the river gradually dissipated.

Lu Qianyu saw the situation on the river little by little, and the boat was slowly moving in the canyon formed by the two mountains.

The river is dark and blue, bottomless, and the boat sails by, leaving a trace.

The brilliant sunshine spreads on the surface of the river, forming a strange beauty, half of which is sparkling, like silver light, and half of which reflects the vicissitudes of the mountains.

The cliffs on both sides of the bank are about dozens of zhang high. Shaped like a knife and standing straight, the curved trees that grow out of the cracks in the stone are dotted with emerald green. A few spirit monkeys swayed on the branches of the trees, following the boats on the river for a long distance.

In the blink of an eye, on the side of the mountain, a huge natural sculpture appeared, like a majestic beast sitting upright, perhaps it was a unicorn.

It hung its head in silence, like a guardian looking down on the river, looking at the sailboats coming from the water.

Just when Lu Qianyu sighed at the miraculous work of nature, suddenly, there were waves on the calm river.

The hull of the ship shook violently, and he had to hold on to the plank, and the waterway seemed to be broken, and the current was turbulent and turned sharply downward.

So, the small canopy boat fell headlong with the current.

Then, sharp stones appeared on the surface of the river, and whirlpools of large and small were formed on the water, and the waves crashed against the hull of the ship like weapons striking shields.

The boat scraped against a rock, and there was a sharp sound of grinding against the hull.

Then, a large hole was blown out of the poor plank, and the river water poured in, which soon flooded Lu Qianyu's feet.

He panicked, with the lonely cold on his back, took the gourd, looked left and right, there was no remedy, the hole was getting bigger and bigger, the water was getting more and more, and the boat was about to sink.

More dangerously, however, the boat was slamming into a large rock at a rapid pace. It is like a disobedient child, the opposite side is resolute in destruction, and Lu Qianyu secretly screams that something is wrong.

Bang.

The boat eventually hit the stone headlong in impartiality.

After a whirlwind, the boat broke in two sections and then split again.

Lu Qianyu was thrown into the air by the huge impact force and fell into the river.

The river was like a devouring beast with its mouth open, biting his legs and pulling him down. The icy river water poured down his mouth, nose, and ears. He felt like a stone falling into the water, sinking rapidly, unable to extricate himself.

His feet were unsupported under the water, his hands were struggling upwards, but there was nothing he could do, his body was still sinking, he was soon exhausted, the water pressed against his chest, and he could not breathe.

Just when he was almost desperate, a ray of sunlight shone through the water on his eyes, and he knew that it was the only guidance that God had given him.

He had to climb desperately in the direction of the light.

Finally, he grabbed a floating plank, his head out of the water, and breathed in the air he hadn't seen for a long time.

The dazzling sun and the cold river water made his eyes faintly painful.

The riot on the river had not yet subsided, he was floating and sinking in the torrent, sometimes underwater, sometimes underwater, his bloody clothes were washed clean by the river, and his wounds were rinsed, he did not care about the piercing pain, and he did not dare to relax his hand holding the plank.

Suddenly, bad luck returned.

It was as if his body had been hit hard by something. He felt three broken ribs, his eyes were pitch black, and he was about to pass out, just as his hand left the plank and his body sank rapidly, a gentle voice appeared somewhere in his mind.

"Child, live! Your road is not finished, how can you rest here?"

"yes, I can't just sleep here. Lu Qianyu thought, "I still have revenge yet, Shi Weng and Langliu haven't been found yet, leave my rivers and lakes still on the shore, I can't fall, I can't rest!"

The sweet voice seemed to give him the energy of enlightenment, and he suddenly regained consciousness, and then he was pushed by a force and slammed into the stone. His hand grasped the stone bulge, his fingers clasped the crevices of the rock, and the rushing river reached out to the hand from hell, and he was making a final struggle.

At this time, he remembered the lonely cold on his back, pulled it out, inserted it into the hard rock, moved his body little by little, and finally lay his upper body on the stone.

The sun completely revealed the lineup from the side of the mountain, and the scorching sun shone on his face, as if mocking his pitiful appearance of struggling to survive just now.

He lay on his back, breathing heavily, his thoughts heavy, letting the sun bathe his skin.

Just as he was in the midst of his confusion, a large shadow came from afar, covering him.

A voice, through the sound of violent water flowing, drilled into his ears.

"Look, there's a dead man. ”