"Let the boat go thousands of miles to Lingbo, and take care of Wu Shan a little. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Yuntun Water Mansion, Tao Sui Goddess, Jiujiang East Note. The northerners are fluttering, the strong heart is biased, and the years are about to be twilight. Looking back at the demonic atmosphere that has not been swept away, he asks where the heroes of the world are? Iron lock across the river, sail surfing, Sun Lang is good. But I was sad to knock on Gui Yi, mourned Liang's father, and tears flowed like rain......"

Above Taihu Lake, the smoke is vast, the fog is heavy, and a song of water dragon chant comes from the fisherman's mouth, cutting through the sky and breaking the peace.

The fisherman was about forty years old, his face was thin, he seemed to be seriously ill, he was very tall, and even when he sits, he was half a head taller than ordinary people. A clever boy at the stern of the boat was cooking wine in a furnace, and he looked extremely well-behaved.

"Bang!"

As soon as the water dragon sang, the fisherman suddenly stopped singing, because it was not far from him. A figure that appeared out of nowhere had pierced into the lake like a cannonball.

"Huh?"

Although the boy on the boat was almost unsteady on his feet by this incident, the fisherman did not care in the slightest.

Soon, as waves came out of the water, a hand suddenly grabbed the edge of the boat.

Soon, with the help of the boat, the person jumped lightly, and the whole person had fallen on the boat like a spirit ape.

The wet clothes stuck to his body, revealing only a pair of white and terrible hands. His hair resembles a mass of algae, covering his entire face.

The fisherman smiled at this time: "The encounter on the big lake is also fate, Tao'er, for this little brother to serve a pot of warm wine." ”

"No, if it's convenient, please drop it off at the nearest shore. ”

The strange man who crawled out of the lake obviously spoke clearly and thought quickly, but until now, the other party still did not reveal his true face of Lushan. Like small insects crawling everywhere, the visitors don't seem to care about the hair on their faces.

There will always be many people in the rivers and lakes who don't want others to see their faces and know their true identity. They are either because they have important things and things, or because of vendettas and conspiracies. But whatever it is, none of this has anything to do with the fisherman.

"In that case, the old man will no longer force it, Tao'er!"

As the boy began to swing the boat, the fisherman smiled and said, "This friend, the closest thing to this place now is the humble house, I don't know what my friend thinks?"

Human: "Thank you. ”

"That being the case, my friend has just come from the water, and it is inevitable that he will be a little cold. Please have some hot food first!"

The fisherman nodded, and immediately ordered the boy to take out the dishes with wine. Although the four dishes are not the best in the world, the taste is also very good, and the wine glasses and dishes are all clean, as if they are the things of a wealthy family.

When the person saw this, he sat up straight, if it weren't for the long hair to hide his face, it really gave people an indescribable dust and noble atmosphere.

"In the next surname Lu, we met in Taihu Lake today, and it was also fate, please!"

The person who came picked up the wine glass, groaned for a while, and then said: "Taihu, surnamed Lu, is the owner of Lu Chengfeng Lu Zhuang in Guiyunzhuang." As for the name below, you can't stay yesterday, and you can't chase the future day, so the owner of Lu Zhuang will call me a heartless person!"

"Heartless ......"

Lu Chengfeng muttered, suddenly shook his head, and said to this heartless person: "It is difficult to cross the mountain, who is sad and lost the way, meet in Pingshui, all guests from other places, when you float a big white, please!"

"Please!"

The boat traveled several miles through the lake, before coming to a water island. Moored at the bluestone pier. When I came ashore, I saw that there were many pavilions in front of me, and it was actually a large village.

The person who was still covering his face with his long hair hugged his fist at Lu Chengfeng, who came ashore in a wheelchair, and then said: "Master Lu, thanks to the hospitality, he will return to Yunzhuang and talk to the owner of the village when he has time." ”

Although the tone of the person who came was very flat, he didn't look at the overlord of the Taihu Lake area, Guiyunzhuang, at all. But Lu Chengfeng not only didn't care at all, but said with a smile: "Okay, Lu will definitely sweep the couch to greet him at that time, please!"

"Please!"

And at the same time as the man turned and strode away, a young man dressed in a familiar robe, with a face vaguely similar to that of the fisherman, but with a thick back and broad shoulders, and a sturdy body, walked out of the gate.

As soon as he walked to Lu Chengfeng's side, the boy who was pushing the wheelchair had already let go of the wheelchair and he took over. Obviously, such things have become a norm.

"Daddy went out today, what else did he gain?"

For Guiyunzhuang's family business, Mo said that he caught fish for a day by Lu Chengfeng, even if he fished for a year, it was definitely not a catch. Therefore, this harvest is above Taihu Lake, but not in Taihu Lake.

"Guanying, Daddy met a strange person on Taihu Lake today, and the next good fate, presumably there will be no harm to me returning to Yunzhuang in the future!"

"Congratulations Daddy!"

No matter what Lu Chengfeng says, he will get Lu Guanying's unreserved trust and support. Because in Lu Guanying's memories since he was a child, his father has never encountered a thing that can be difficult to get him. And everything he did, in the end, proved to be the right choice.

And the person with long hair covering his face who strode away in the distance was naturally Jiang Feng, who had just escaped from the Ten Thousand Years of Tears Spring Cave in the Broken Sun Peak. The Heavenly Crying Sutra is indeed written by Cangjie in the past, and the first word between heaven and earth does have supreme power.

It's a pity that there is no free lunch in the world, and Jiang Feng knows this, and he can't avoid it.

Jiang Feng and the mud bodhisattva almost suffered the same curse, but the mud bodhisattva attributed all this to his own greed, while Jiang Feng attributed it all to his lack of strength. Strength, as long as there is enough power, what can a mere curse count?

And the reason why Jiang Feng no longer used his peerless martial arts at this time was very simple, with the help of the power of the Heavenly Crying Sutra, he had already seen that only by returning here could he temporarily avoid the Hidden Mirror Man. And seeing the future, the price paid was that there was almost no internal force left in Jiang Feng's body at this time.

"It seems that the curse of the Heavenly Crying Sutra may be that the person who uses it cannot provide enough strength before it will be swallowed by the curse!"

There are quite peaks and mountains near Guiyunzhuang, and there are water flows around, and there is naturally no lack of traces in the mountains. After a short time, Jiang Feng had already found a simple thatched hut where the woodcutter rested, and he didn't care too much, so he got into it, unintentionally facing the sky, first running Xuangong and restoring his internal strength. (To be continued.) )