The river is choppy, the water vapor is miao, and the waves are like fish scales. The sunset is getting late, the sunset is oblique, the golden light is shining, and it is a false eye.

"The grass is rippling, rippling, and the grass by the lake is rising. Along the shore, Bo Fengting, the sky jade wheel is on the beginning.

The song of buckle gunwale, the hope of the joint, the sound of the oars knows where to go. The yellow hooves are calling, the white gulls are sleeping, who is like the nong's family is sparse?

The flooding fireflies, bright and extinguished, the night is cool and the water is cold, and the East Bay is wide. The wind is mighty, the flute is few, and the golden waves overlap.

Du Ruozhou, fragrant and strong, a night goose frost season. Through the mist water. Crossing the Songjiang River, it belongs to the ...... of the sun and moon of the Nong family"

That Dong Fangbo is obviously very knowledgeable, not like Jiang Feng, even if he never forgets it, what he has learned is nothing more than some martial arts, medical skills, and Taoist terms.

I don't understand, I won't, it doesn't mean I don't know how to appreciate.

"Smack, smack, smack......"

"Brother Dong is a good scholar!"

Jiang Feng looked at Dong Fangbo, who was standing on the bow of the boat at this time, and spoke in a low voice.

That Dong Fangbo smiled at this time and said: "Where is there any literary talent, it's just picking up people's teeth and wisdom, and feeling it! This fishing song was written by Sun Guangxian during the Tang Dynasty's palace, but it was not composed below." ”

The scenery above the river is like ink, although it is full of poetry, but if you look at it for a long time, it will inevitably be a little boring.

"Brother Jiang, are you going to Guanzhong, do you have anything to do?"

At this time, Uncle Dong suddenly asked Jiang Feng.

"It's nothing, in fact, it's just going through Guanzhong, but it's Brother Dong, I listen to Brother Dong's accent, and I don't look like a person from Guanzhong!"

That Dong Fangbo smiled and said to Jiang Feng at this time: "It's really a coincidence, it happens to be in the middle of the pass, it seems that you and I really have a bit of fate!"

"Yes, the world is so big, many times, it is indeed no coincidence that no book is written. ”

With a "snap", it was a rather turbulent bend, and the river blocked by bluestones jumped up and hit the plank.

Jiang Feng can dodge, not to mention a mere wave of water, even if it is a sword light and sword shadow that is faster than him, Jiang Feng has dodged many times. But Jiang Feng didn't hide, the wet clothes were stained on his body, it was an uncomfortable feeling, but no matter what, this is life, a complete, ordinary life.

Dong Fangbo has kung fu and is quite good, which can be seen from the fact that his clothes are not wet by a drop of river water.

At this time, Dong Fangbo looked at Jiang Feng with a questioning expression, twisting his clothes disappreciatively, and asked, "Brother Jiang, don't you know martial arts?"

At this time, Jiang Feng smiled and said: "Martial arts? I used to know some three-legged cats' flower fists and embroidered legs, but later, I forgot all of them!"

That Dong Fangbo's eyes widened at this time, stared at Jiang Feng and asked, "Oh, everyone has this forgetfulness, but it's the first time I've heard of it if I can forget about martial arts." ”

"A little bit of skill, forget it, forget it, it's not a big deal!

"Forget the good, forget the good, sometimes, having a body of martial arts may not be happy!"

Speaking of this, Uncle Dong said to Jiang Feng: "You are very interesting, I invite you to have a drink!"

"People say that they drink with people because they want to hear something that they can't hear on a daily basis, what do you think?"

Hearing what Jiang Feng said, Uncle Dong asked rhetorically: "Then do you drink or not?"

"Drink, martial arts can be forgotten, the taste of wine, I'm afraid I can't forget it in this life!"

The boat was small, and the cabin was naturally small, but fortunately, a small square table and two low stools were still barely able to squeeze into it.

Uncle Dong only brought a small gourd wine, but as soon as Fang opened it, a crisp breath came to his nose. Accompanied by the fishermen's unique fish and shrimp side dishes on this big river, it has a unique flavor.

"Isn't it boring to drink dry, why don't you and I make a fortune?"

Jiang Feng's proposal doesn't really care about any color head, it's just that the intention and happiness of drinking are often outside of drinking.

Dong Fangbo brought good wine, and naturally he was also a person who knew wine, so he opened his mouth and said: "Yes, there should be a color head, Brother Jiang doesn't know what he wants to compare?"

At this time, Jiang Feng first smiled ashamedly, and then said: "After twenty years of wasted years, he is not a writer, and if he is not martial, how dare he be ugly in front of Brother Dong." Today we don't compare literature, we don't compare martial arts, we compare knowledge, how about it?"

"How can I compare knowledge?"

Obviously, Dong Fangbo should still be quite interested in this.

"It's very simple, let's each say some gonzo in the world, as long as the other party doesn't know, it's convenient for the other party to have a drink, if the other party knows, then drink a glass by yourself, how about it?"

"Fair! Since Brother Jiang proposed such a method, then let's borrow flowers to offer Buddha, let's talk about one first!"

"Okay, that's listening. ”

Jiang Feng finished speaking, and he already lifted the wine gourd with one hand and filled the wine glass in front of the two.

"There is a red snow river in the northern region, so it is said that this river is the red blood and white snow intertwined and melted with each other, flowing from west to east. However, the true origin of this Hongxue River, did Brother Jiang ever know?"

At this time, Jiang Feng picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and then wiped his mouth and said, "I want to hear it!"

If a person can know something that others don't know, then it is inevitable that he will be a little proud. But the corners of Dong Fangbo's mouth at this time raised, and then he said: "In the past, in the north of the Northern Regions, the east of the Beichen Dynasty, and the west of the Great Khan Empire, more than ten years ago, a good spear player Heyan Gusu rose, with a golden spear, annexed the strange and desolate forces of the Northern Plains, and played the great country of the Arctic ****, calling himself the Arctic Heavenly Sect.

Many Northern Martial Arts masters are under his shadow, and even the Heavenly Remnant Martial Ancestor, who has always been known as the grandmaster, does not dare to extend his power into the ****.

However, just when Heyan Gusu was about to take the ****** of the Divine Silkworm Palace and the female tyrant Yao Mingyue. A top swordsman from the Northern Regions suddenly single-handedly killed the **** of the North Pole.

It was August 23, when the moon was shining, and Heyan Gusu was standing alone on the top of the Avalanche Snow Mountain. The other person is like a firelight, hanging from his waist with a long sun and boundless power.

The battle between the two sides lasted for three days and three nights, and as Yan Gusu's strength was no longer continuing, someone suddenly slashed down Heyan Gusu's head with a stream of flame knives. The broken neck spurted blood like a spring, and the strong residual strength was like the scorching sun, leaving knife marks on the Avalanche Mountain, and the fierce energy in the marks penetrated deep into the mountain range, melting the long-term snow on the Avalanche Mountain, and the snow water mixed with the blood water that burst out from Heyan Gusu's body, surging towards the foot of the mountain and turning into a long river.

This is the origin of the Hongxue River. (To be continued.) )