Xiaoyao Fudao was surprised, but the others were ecstatic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info when the wind and waves subside, you can escape the catastrophe. To tell the truth, everyone ran away from Jing County, and the experience along the way is really called a twist and turn, which does not make people worry-free, and a heart is hanging uncomfortable.

"Hey, that demonic aura hasn't left ......"

The Taoist priest sensitively smelled it, although the turbulent waves gradually calmed down, but the big demon lurking in it was still hovering there and never disappeared.

Looking up at the sky, the dark clouds were thick, and the cover became even heavier. When they found out about this, they were so shocked that they began to drum again.

Chen Sanlang obviously knew that the matter was far from being resolved, so he was determined and continued to write a book.

This time, it was written in cursive with a much smaller font, no different from usual.

His cursive writing is quite styled, the pen is a dragon and snake, outlining a circle, and the most special thing is that each word is connected to the next stroke, endlessly, in one go.

It can be seen that this is a sacrificial text.

Speaking of sacrificial texts, Zhou Fencao and Song Zhiyuan, who were present, were both regarded as party members, and the two of them, as local celebrities, often received invitations to write texts, of which the sacrificial texts occupied a considerable weight.

The theme of the sacrificial text has existed since ancient times, and it is divided into many types in detail, including those who pay tribute to their ancestors and parents, those who worship ghosts and gods, and those who pay tribute to mountains and rivers......

Each of them has a different way of writing and wording, and it is quite exquisite.

Now what Chen Sanlang wrote should be the sacrificial text to commemorate the god of water in the Jingjiang River, the opening sentence: The Jingjiang River is vast, there is a god in the middle, and now the son of the child goes out of Jing County, goes to the distance, and passes through the river......

The opening rules are better than the statement to be clear, concise and clear. However, after reading all the way, the wording is obviously different from the general sacrificial text:

“...... Sage Cloud: Worship the gods as if the gods are there. I want to sacrifice it, but the son does not like the three animals, and does not offer wine, but I have to sacrifice a text, I wish you to watch it, and then quickly retreat......"

What kind of tone is this?

Zhou Fencao and Song Zhiyuan looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly. However, this son has always acted extraordinary, and this one is not bad.

After writing, Chen Sanlang took out an object, which was an evil sword. The current pattern is no more than a foot long and two fingers wide. He rolled up the sacrificial text, wrapped the sword of slashing evil, stood up, stretched out his hand, and threw the sword and paper into the river.

There seemed to be a sense on the surface of the river, and a huge whirlpool was swept up suddenly, and the water was turbulent and unfathomable, and it swallowed the paper bag at once, and the gurgling sound was as if swallowing.

Everyone on the boat craned their necks to watch, waiting for the development of the situation, and their palms couldn't help but sweat.

Roar!

Vaguely, I don't know if it's an illusion, everyone seems to have heard a dull roar, from the depths of the river, I don't know how much.

Zhou Fencao and the others' faces turned pale: It's miserable, it must be this sacrifice that has angered the water god, and it is going to be difficult......

However, after a roar, there was no sound, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the wind and waves became smaller and smaller, and finally the wind and waves were calm, the water was murmuring, and it was a peaceful landscape of wind and scenery.

"Look!"

Someone screamed and pointed to the water.

It turned out to be a group of small fish emerging there, densely packed, I don't know how many, among the fish, there is a thing, it is the evil sword.

The school of fish raises their swords, and they are cute and cute.

This scene made everyone's eyes straighten, and they didn't know what to say. Looking at Chen Sanlang's gaze again, there were some other meanings in it.

Chen Sanlang put his hands behind his back, looking like he had expected it, and he didn't need to be instructed, Crab and Zao went down and took the sword up, and presented it respectfully.

Taking the sword, Chen Sanlang said, "Everyone has worked hard, now you can go back to the cabin to rest." Crab and, ask people to sail and eat enough wind to hurry, and hurry to Yongzhou. ”

"Yes. ”

Crab and the leader, and Xiongping went down to work.

Chen Sanlang returned to the cabin, his feet were weak, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, panting heavily, sweating on his back, and gave his clothes to **.

Xu Jun, who came in after him, hurriedly came up to support him, and said angrily: "Let you pretend!"

Chen Sanlang smiled bitterly: "What else can it be? If not, how can it fix people's hearts?"

Xu Jun was silent, knowing that he was right. This trip out of Jing County, into Yongzhou, the prospect is dangerous and unpredictable, although the people who choose to follow are determined to follow Chen Sanlang, but the human heart is the most volatile, and it will change with the change of circumstances, and there must be a convincing performance in order to stabilize the situation.

Chen Sanlang wrote the sacrificial text, the important thing is not the content of the sacrificial text, but the words on it, and the most important thing is the evil sword.

He has been urging the sword, and the consumption is huge. It's just that everyone is watching, and they can't show weakness. Fortunately, his efforts were rewarded, and the demon of Jingjiang clearly sold face, reined in the wind and waves, and generously let him go.

It's not that the other party is afraid of the evil sword, with his current Taoism has not yet reached that level, so the reason why this demon sells face is obviously there a deeper factor in it, and he can't think about it clearly for a while, so he simply doesn't want to. Snuggled in Xu Jun's soft arms, his nose smelled a faint and pleasant aroma, tiredness came up, and he couldn't help but fall asleep.

......

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Haven't you eaten?

Up and down the fleet, the sound of angry shouting and spurring came and went.

Yuan Geshu stood on the deck, standing straight, exuding his own majesty. As a leader, he is deeply aware of the role model of his superiors, and he must not let others see his exhaustion. No matter what, you have to hold on until you catch Chen Saburo.

Suddenly, if he realized something, he subconsciously looked up, and saw that the dark clouds not far away were changing and dissipating, but in a moment and a half, they dispersed invisible, revealing a clear white cloud.

"What's going on?"

Brother Yuan was shocked and shouted.

The clouds disappeared, and the wind and thunder were not heard at all, as if all that had been seen and heard before was an illusion.

Yuan Geshu even rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but when he watched intently, he saw a wave emerge, just on the river in front of the fleet, only a few dozen zhang away.

The waves rose suddenly, came quickly, rolled over, roared, and rushed to the front in just a dozen breaths.

"Be careful!"

In a heart-rending shout, the wave crashed firmly against the bow of the ship.

Bang!

The whole ship was lifted up by a tremendous force, and it was thrown to a height of more than a foot.

Yuan Geshu was unsteady on his feet, fell heavily on the deck, his cheeks were bruised and swollen, his lips were broken, and he was very embarrassed.

Many of the armor soldiers were no better, and fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

Fortunately, the wave was only one wave, and it came and subsided quickly, and it dispersed and became invisible in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Geshu staggered to his feet, his head was still a little dizzy, he looked at the mighty river, and kept muttering: "How can this be? How can this be? Could it be that this is the will of heaven?"

Thinking of some unrelenting past, I felt a cramp in my heart, opened my mouth suddenly, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out and fell on the deck.

"Major General!

Countless anxious cries grew farther and farther away, and could no longer be heard. (To be continued.) )