The boat is floating on the lake, which should be poetic and comfortable. However, when the lake is Dongting, the situation is very different. When the wind blows, there are waves, churning, and the ship is precarious.

This is the reason why many small boats do not dare to enter the depths of the cave easily, and if they are not careful, they will end up capsizing and dying.

Fortunately, there are three on the boat, all of them are not ordinary people, and the clams eat meat more fiercely, and they are not people directly. He is a demon, accustomed to playing with wind and waves, and he doesn't pay attention to these things that are set off at the moment. But he saw his oars swinging, and he drove the canopy through the waves, as if he were walking on the ground.

The waves splashed on the boat, and on the clothes of the three men.

Since returning from Tongtian, Chen Sanlang has not seen such a surging water potential for a long time, his heart is agitated, his hands are itchy, and he wants to jump down and play "True Dragon Water Trick" for a good time. To be honest, he hadn't practiced this water escape technique for a long time, and he didn't know if he was unfamiliar with it.

The clam eating meat is also happy to see the water, and he tore his throat and shouted a tune, and the tone was extremely majestic and desolate, which was really bewitching.

It's just that what he sings, the words are all ancient tunes, quite obscure and awkward, Chen Sanlang listened to it for a while, I don't know why, I can't hear what he sings.

Xu Nianniang suddenly said: "This is a demon song, which has a long history and can be traced back to thousands of years. ”

Chen Sanlang suddenly said: I see, no wonder I don't understand.

The clam eats meat and sings risingly, one song after another, tirelessly. Frogs and insects, I really love this mouthful.

"What a song "Qingping Tune"!"

Between the waves, a sudden sound of praise was heard.

When the clam ate meat, he was surprised and delighted. Those who are happy are praised by others, but those who are surprised know that the other party is by no means idle.

Xu Nianniang and Chen Sanlang also heard it, and they were slightly stunned, and their expressions became a little vigilant and solemn. When I looked up, I saw a bamboo row appear on the waves.

It was a real bamboo row, simply made of a dozen or so bamboos put together and bundled, so that it could be placed in a small river or still manageable, and it was extremely unusual to appear in the vast cave garden. There was a man standing on the bamboo raft, a rickety old man, with an old face, and his exposed skin was like cracked bark, still a hunchback. Such an old man, the wind can blow down, but now he stands on the bamboo row like a nail, looking at the stormy waves as if there is nothing, and he looks calm and relaxed.

Xu Nianniang has always been conceited, but if she puts herself on the ground and changes herself, if she wants to do this, she has to lose a lot of true qi to maintain it.

Have no bottom!

For this old man, Xu Nianniang's first impression was like this. The word seemed unfamiliar to him, and he didn't expect it to come to mind now.

"You!"

Chen Sanlang couldn't help but blurt out. When he saw the old man, he recognized it at once.

At that time, in Yueyang Tower, this old man was sweeping the floor upstairs, trembling, and what was even more strange was that Chen Sanlang felt that only he could see the other party, but others could not see it. At that time, Chen Sanlang felt that this old man was not simple, but there were not many opportunities to get to know him, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When I see it now, the impression of the past suddenly comes to my mind, but it adds a little new doubt.

Who is he? Or rather, what kind of demon?

Chen Sanlang has read a lot of demons, because of the existence of the evil sword, he can always quickly distinguish it, but for this mysterious old man, there is an elusive feeling. What kind of demonic spirit and demonic smell and the like, it is difficult to capture from the other party, it seems that there is no such thing.

If that's the case, it's a person, or maybe the other person's realm is too high, high enough to hide everything.

Seeing the old man, the clam was even more uneasy when eating meat, and the two thick legs couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a coercion from the soul spontaneously arose, so that it was weak and almost collapsed to the ground: Could it be that the old ancestor had arrived in person......

Thinking of this, he didn't know whether he was scared or excited, and his body trembled.

Because the other party praised it, saying that the song he sang was good!

The wind was whistling, the waves were rolling, and the bamboo rafts were flowing wave by wave, and in the blink of an eye, they floated towards the awning boat.

Clams eat meat for fear of being bumped into, although they know that this possibility is very small, but they have to do what they have to do. Hurriedly exert his arms to fix the canopy boat on a wave.

With a bang, the speed of the bamboo row came extremely fast, like a sharp arrow.

It came quickly, stopped more urgently, and was only three feet away from the awning boat, and the bamboo row stopped steadily, not moving, as if carved on the surface of the lake, rather than a moving tool.

When I got closer, I could see more clearly, and I saw that the skin on the old man's face was really cracked, a trace of it, but there were strange lines, and each trace seemed to contain and exude the vicissitudes and sadness of the years.

"Who are you?

Xu Nianniang, who has always been calm, was very rare and couldn't hold her breath, and took the lead in asking. His right hand already grasped the hilt, and at the slightest movement, his knife would be unsheathed and slashed with all its might. In fact, if the foothold is on land now, Xu Nianniang will not be so nervous, and the lake will be different, because this place is the home of Longjun, although the old man's identity is mysterious, but there are always traces to follow, whether it is that or not, the unfathomable momentum on the other party can never be faked.

"Who am I?"

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly grinned: "I've lived too long, I can't even remember who I am." ”

His teeth were scattered, not much different from that of an ordinary old man, but his words revealed a sense of contempt for the world.

"Live too long", how long is that?

Time is the most ruthless thing, and the pursuit of immortality is what countless people have diligently pursued and desired for thousands of years, from the emperor and magnates, down to ordinary people, not to mention the monks of the major sects. The word "cultivation" of monks is to pursue the principle of heaven and earth and cultivate immortality.

However, who is unreasonable in life since ancient times, seventy is rare, and a hundred years is rare, let alone immortality.

Those who live hundreds of years are already fairy-like figures.

Looking at this mysterious old man now, no matter how you look at it, it looks like he has lived for hundreds of years.

Old Birthday Star?Old Monster?

None of them will be easy to mess with.

The old man smiled, and his eyes fell on Chen Sanlang: "Young man, we meet again." ”

Although it seemed that the other party did not have any malicious intent, Chen Sanlang still did not dare to take it lightly, and replied respectfully: "I have seen the elders, but I don't know what the elders have to say?"

The old man didn't answer, looked up at the surroundings, and said indifferently: "This water is a little noisy, so let's be quiet." ”

The words are soft, like homely gossip. But before the words fell, the vision suddenly appeared, first the wind stopped, and then the wave calmed down, and it was the kind that calmed down at once, and it was unbelievably peaceful.

Just breathing, the lake water within a radius of several miles is as smooth as a mirror, the water waves are not exciting, and there is not even a trace of wind.

Xu Nianniang's pupils contracted suddenly, and the green tendons of the hand holding the knife were bulging, and she was even trembling slightly.