In Chapter 395, the great butler of Oolong Mountain, Yang Yun, a five-star dart, had successfully boarded the small fishing boat on the edge of the Ruthless Lake in accordance with the requirements of the Golden Rain Palace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this time, the sunset is thick, dyeing the waves of the lake into a sparkling golden light, and the fishing boat, under the control of the old fisherman, is like a kite flying in the sky, smooth sailing, breaking the waves.

Yang Yun, a five-star dart, stood on the bow of the boat, moving forward against the wind, and would also glance at the old fisherman rocking the oars from time to time. This man was more than seven feet tall, with a thin body, some short beards on his face, and a tall nose bridge, indicating that he was a very stubborn man. His hair, like his beard, was a gray color, and the fish-white robe he wore fitted well, and even the thin jacket wrapped around it was hard to spot.

However, now that he was shaking the oar, he opened the front of his robe so that Yang Yun could see everything inside him. He only cared about rocking the oar, and did not say a word to Yang Yun, the five-star dart who was on the boat, and Yang Yun was an outsider after all, and he was not familiar with the situation on the island of Desperate Love. In this way, he wanted to strike up a conversation with the old fisherman and talk about family life.

"Uncle, you've worked hard!" he said.

"It's not hard, it's my job!" Unexpectedly, the other party kept staring at the waning sun on the horizon and said indifferently.

Yang Yun seemed to have hit a nail, and he felt that this old man was not smiling, and he was not a person who was easy to get close to. However, he did not get discouraged, after all, when he was out of the house, in the face of embarrassing things, he could know how to endure and bow his head!

"Uncle, he is known as the five-star dart Yang Yun!" he added.

"Yes. Unexpectedly, the old man who rocked the boat still looked at the sky with a cold expression and said coldly.

At this time, the red glow of the setting sun has turned into a dark cloud on the horizon. The surface of the lake sparkled and reflected the faint moonlight in the sky, so that the chill of autumn also landed on the old man's fishing boat with the familiar lake breeze. Suddenly, a lonely goose cry sounded in mid-air, and Yang Yun, a five-star dart, couldn't help but raise his head and take a look, only to see more than a dozen geese lined up in a human figure, they flapped their long wings, and flew leisurely towards the distant horizon.

At that moment, Yang Yun suddenly remembered what happened on Oolong Mountain, and sad sorrow filled his mind. Back then, he was just a homeless man who made a living on the rivers and lakes, and it was He Hanzhong, the old immortal of Oolong, who invited him to the cottage and became the well-known manager of the mountain. This kindness, for him, is really higher than the sky, when he joined the cottage, he said in his heart:

"From now on, Oolong Old Immortal He Hanzhong is my Yang Yun's good brother, as long as it is his business, no matter how difficult it is, I will also find ways to do it well!"

And now, the purple-clothed swordsman Nanjian has turned their oolong cottage upside down, and the former brothers are dead and wounded;

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh deeply!

"Manager Yang, what do you have in mind?" The old man who rocked the boat suddenly took the initiative to talk to him.

Yang Yun looked back at him, and suddenly felt that this old man was not so impersonal, and there seemed to be a trace of kindness on his face, which couldn't help but remind him of his father, his father was also a thin old man, and there was always a lingering melancholy on his face.

However, that year, he was performing in a remote town in southern Gansu, and the local local snake actually came to dismantle the stage; at that time, he was young and vigorous, and he didn't care about anyone. As a result, they got into a fight with the local snakes, but they were also very good and had a lot of people. In order to protect his son's life, in the end, in the run, his old father had a steel knife and monopolized dozens of knife hands, and in the end, the old father was exhausted and killed by those men!

Whenever he thought of these things, Yang Yun would burst into tears, sad and sad.

"Uncle," he said, "I will go to the Golden Rain Palace now, when will I get your help?"

The old man glanced at him, "Why do you ask that!" he said, "Could it be that what happened to you on Oolong Mountain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yun took over the conversation, "Yes, there is a person who calls him a purple-clothed swordsman on the rivers and lakes, his name is Nanjian; half a month ago, He Hanzhong, the great master of our Oolong Mountain, brought back a woman named Nangong Lin from the hands of the boxing king Qin Jubo. I didn't want that woman to be the fiancée of the purple-clothed swordsman Nan Jian, so this time he came to the door to ask for someone!"

"It seems that things are more than that!" the old man said leisurely, "What I know, you Wulong Mountain boss He Hanzhong is still at the Traveler's Home Inn, and sent someone to rob the dart goods of the Huanglong Dart Bureau;

Hearing him say this, Yang Yun was really taken aback. He didn't expect that this old man knew everything about what had happened on their Oolong Mountain recently, so he couldn't help but take a closer look at the other party again. At this moment, he felt that this old man was deeply hidden, and it was not simple. There are too many secrets hidden in his leisurely eyes, which makes people feel that this is a very dangerous person.

"Uncle, dare to ask the honorable name!" He had to bow to the old man again, hoping to know more about him, "How do you know these things on our Oolong Mountain?"

The old man smiled, "Young man," he still said leisurely in his unhurried tone, "Jianghu people, knowing a few things about the rivers and lakes is a normal thing, why should you be so cautious;

"Uncle, it makes sense!" Yang Yun, the five-star dart, said again, "It's just that the juniors don't know how to call you old man?"

The old man smiled again, and glanced at him, "You have called me uncle," he said, "Isn't that also suitable for me as an old man?"

"However, if I meet other people, and talk about you, uncle, then when I say an uncle, people will definitely not understand!"

"Then tell him that I'm just an old man rocking a boat on the lake of despair!" said the old man, still leisurely.

At this moment, the boat was on the shore.

It is a large island, which from a distance looks like a pile of haystacks floating on the surface of the lake, and when you look closer, it turns out to be a wooded mountain forest. At the place where the boat was moored, a pier was built with stones along the foot of the hill, and although the wind was not very strong, the waves here were very rough, and the waves were so raging that the boats tied to them seemed to be about to be knocked over.

As soon as the boat came ashore, Yang Yun, a five-star dart, took the lead in jumping to the stone-built shore, but the old man who drove the boat did not go ashore, and then he turned the bow of the boat and prepared to go offshore. Yang Yun was deeply puzzled:

"Why don't you go ashore, old man?" he asked.

"I have my business, you have yours!" said the old man with a smile, "My business is to return to the lake of despair and continue to wait for someone in need." ”

"Then who am I going to go ashore to, uncle?"

"If you go along this path, someone will lead you to the palace!" said the old man, and he had sailed the boat to the middle of the lake.

"Thank you, uncle!" Yang Yun watched the old man leave leisurely in the boat, but he also felt a lot of emotion.