Seventy miles north of Phoenix, there is a large lake, and the waters of this lake are vast and insignificant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThere is an island in the middle of the lake, and the local fishermen are afraid to anchor their fishing boats on that island, let alone go to the island for sightseeing and exploration. Because, for many years, anyone who went to the island for sightseeing and exploration never came back!

Therefore, the locals call that island the island of Desperation, and the lake is also called the Lake of Desperation. On the edge of this lake, thirty feet from the shore, a small boat is moored all year round.

The boat was covered with a canopy, and at the bow stood a sixteen-foot pole, the tip of which had a hole through which a small stick about a foot long. At each end of the stick, two duck eggs were hung from each with a string - on which they had been hung for many years.

People who have walked on the shore of the lake or on the beach by the lake have always seen the boat floating quietly on the surface of the lake thirty feet from the shore, and only saw the two duck eggs hanging quietly on the wooden pole at the bow of the boat, swaying gently in the breeze. Other than that, people have never seen what kind of person the boatman on this small boat is.

Like, this is an unclaimed hulk ship. However, the story behind this perennial boat is sensational. I don't know when it began, it was rumored that the man on this boat had great powers, and he could solve any problem on the rivers and lakes, which made people feel very tricky!

Therefore, there are many people who come to the rescue of this small boat. Moreover, as long as the person who can board this small boat to ask for help, he will definitely be able to respond to his requests and get his wishes.

There is just one point, and ordinary people can't do it if they want to board this small boat! The people on this boat have set a rule for those who come to board the boat; anyone who fails to meet the rules for boarding the boat will certainly not see the people on the boat, let alone expect to get help from the people on board.

It is said that the people on this boat have three rules for those who come: the first sentence is, don't get your shoes wet when you get on the boat, the second sentence is, don't break the eggs when you pick up the stars, and the third sentence is, don't turn over the waves!

So what do these three sentences mean? So, people have asked those who have ever been on this boat what they really mean. The other party told him: If you don't get your shoes wet on the boat, you can get on the boat on the water 30 feet away from the shore, and if you can ensure that your shoes are not wet, you will meet the requirements of the first sentence!

Picking stars does not break eggs, which means that after someone boards the boat, he can pick off the two duck eggs hanging from the small wooden stick on the wooden pole standing at the bow of the boat. And, to ensure that the duck eggs are not broken, then it is considered to meet the requirements of the second sentence!

The surging people do not overturn, that is to say, when the visitor stepped on this small boat and had already taken off the two duck eggs on the bow pole, at this time, suddenly the wind and waves were slapping on the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow! However, when the visitor stood on the bow of the boat to ensure that it did not overturn, then the third requirement was met.

As long as these three requirements are met, the people on the ship will appear and will also ask the cause in time to help him solve the difficulty.

On this day, the boat was still moored thirty feet away from the lake. Look at the red sun to the west, the slanting sun is sticking to the surface of the lake and scattering ten thousand golden rays all over the lake, the breeze blows, the golden scales are blurred, reflecting a quiet and blue sky; it seems that the blue sky has become the lake, but the sparkling lake has become, and the sky is full of colorful clouds! The sand gulls fly by, soaring in the air, and the graceful shadows are just like a few palace ladies with colorful feathers, who are performing their peerless dance in the air.

And at this time, south of the lakeshore, between the long green hills, there was a road leading to the lake. This avenue winds between the green hills, and when viewed from the lake, it looks like a ribbon of beauty left here. Another example, between the jungles, a curved white python hovers between the mountains.

At this time, the lake breeze blew gently, and the gulls and herons chirped shallowly, but the sound of the horses' hooves was urgent, and the neighing was broken! At a glance, people could see that the person who came was burdened with a heavy responsibility, and he was in a hurry, and he could not wait for the sun to set, and he was about to rush to the small boat by the lake of despair!

On horseback was a young man in his thirties, with a round face and a dark complexion, and a resolute and persistent look on his sweaty face in the evening sunset. The blazing eyes are always staring ahead, staring at the distant lake, staring at the slanting sun on the horizon and gradually sinking towards the vast western mountains.

The man was burly and wore a brown tunic with a collar. As Pegasus galloped, his robe puffed up in the wind, and from behind, it looked like a big toad with its cheeks puffed out on the horse's back.

On his back he carried a broad-leaved steel knife, the bronze scabbard exuded a solemn and penetrating momentum, and the buckle on the handle of the knife was tied with red silk, which flew in the wind in the rush. It seemed to be using its uneasy fierce fluttering to tell the green hills and plants along the way that they were really in a hurry—a hundred thousand in a hurry!

His sit-down horse was strong, just like him, with strong limbs, full and powerful. At this time, on the red skin of the horse, facing the setting sun, it can also be seen that drops of blood-colored sweat are splashing down the mane to the ground. Its majestic momentum tells people that it is not an ordinary horse - it is a bloody horse!

The speed and ability of this horse is astonishing! Like an arrow from a string, it gallops all the way from a winding mountain road. When the Nalie horse washed up on the shore of the lake, he then washed down the beach from the shore of the lake. At this time, the sun was still a long distance from the western mountain, and at the same time as the horse rushed down the beach, the man in brown on horseback, like a goshawk, flew towards the moored boat anchored on the shore of the lake, thirty feet away.

Just as his body flew halfway to the sandy shore of the boat, his body was about to crash into the lake. Therefore, he immediately threw into the water two planks that he had brought with him about seven inches wide and one foot long, and put his feet on two planks about a foot wide apart, and with a slight touch of each, he swept onto the small boat anchored on the lake, which had not been seen for many years.

At the same time, with a wave of his hands, there was a sound of the wind breaking! Immediately, two five-star darts flew out of his two hands, and flew towards the velvet thread of the two duck eggs that were balancing on the wooden pole in the bow.

With a slight thud came the sound of a dart cutting through the velvet thread. The visitor stretched out his hands and took the two duck eggs in the palm of his hand. Moreover, his whole person was also firmly on the bow of the boat.

However, when he looked down, he did not notice a figure in the cabin!

"Where are you, Boatman?" he cried out in a panic.

"I'm here!" a voice came slowly.

When the visitor turned back in astonishment, he saw an old man wearing a hat and dressed in white on the shore of the sand, sitting on a rock, hanging a hook and fishing. The golden lake, facing the old man's flowery and childish face, is like a fairy, faintly revealing the temperament of a fairy. At this time, the old man was slowly putting away his fishing rod, and suddenly he heard someone say in a hurry:

"Boatman, I have an urgent matter to ask you for help!"

"Here it is!" said the old fisherman, and with a shake of his rod in his hand, the long line with the hook quickly wrapped around the rod in his hand. Immediately afterward, he leaped like a light egret on the surface of the water. Just before the ripples of the water he had clicked had yet to swing a fist-sized circle, his whole body had already flown onto the other side of the boat. Then there was a violent shaking of the hull, like a stormy wave, trying to capsize the boat.

However, the young man who had just arrived on the bow of the boat on this side did not move at all. Seeing this, the other party laughed, "Very good," he said, "Congratulations on successfully passing the three levels, what is your name?"

"Under the surname Yang Mingyun!"

"Oh, I know, you are the famous five-star dart Yang Yun on the rivers and lakes!"

"Yes, exactly below!"

"Alright, let's go!"

"Where to go!"

"Go to that island!" said the old man, pointing to an island far away from the lake.

So, Yang Yun stood on the bow of the old man's boat, facing the sunset that gradually disappeared into the western mountain, and slowly sailed towards the mysterious island. (To be continued.) )