He Dudao, Lu Junliang and the two boatmen fell into the surging Yellow River, and their bodies were submerged again and again by the Yellow River water mixed with bright mud and sand. Their eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouths are stuffed with mud and sand. The two boatmen know the nature of the water, but they are powerless in this harsh environment. They tried to keep their bodies as good as they could, hoping that God would be lucky enough to wash them closer to the riverbank, and then swim to the riverbank with the strength of their bodies. He Jundao and Lu Junliang have lived in the windy and sandy northwest for a long time, and have never swam in such a dangerous river, struggling in the river with their hands and legs one by one. The two boatmen don't know where they have been swept away by the crazy waves. He Dudao and Lu Junliang are still dying at a close distance. The wind showed no sign of abating, and the sky began to rain again the size of beans, and for a while it poured down on their heads. Surely he would die, Lu Junliang gave up the struggle, and his body was completely submerged by the water of the Yellow River. When Lu Junliang lowered his hands, he touched the saber hanging from his waist. Lu Junliang pulled out his sword, surfaced, and stabbed He Dudao in the chest. He Dudao, who was dying and struggling, never thought that Lu Junliang would kill him when his life could not be saved. The blood flowing from He Dudao's body was instantly washed away by the yellow water. He Dudao was submerged by the Yellow River with his mouth open, and Lu Junliang swam towards He Dudao's body with all his might, and gradually sank as He Duandao's body sank. Lu Junliang closed his mouth and held his breath in the water. A minute, two minutes, five minutes passed. Lu Junliang couldn't breathe oxygen underwater, and the pain was unbearable. He Quandao's body finally surfaced, and Lu Junliang followed He Quandao's body to the surface. Lu Junliang was afraid of He Dudao's corpse, and breathed heavily. One by one, big waves came and poured into Lu Junliang's stomach along his mouth. The wind and rain continued, and Lu Junliang lay on He Quandao's corpse and drifted with the flow. About half an hour later, the wind and rain were much lighter, and Lu Junliang was washed to the shore by the waves holding He Quandao's body, and Lu Junliang barely swam to the shore.

Lu Junliang sat on the shore and could finally breathe more freely. The light rain in the sky was still dripping, and Lu Junliang looked at He Dudao's corpse on the shore through the rain curtain, looking up to the sky and smiling. Lu Junliang said, providence, providence, I was the one who was supposed to die, but the sky has eyes, and you fell into the Yellow River. While struggling in the Yellow River, it occurred to me that dead people would float on the water, and I could be afraid of the corpses and maybe survive. At this time, I remembered that you had always wanted to put me to death, I should have killed you, I could have lived, and I could do it without any traces, and I saw that the people in charge said that you were drowned by the Yellow River, and it was seamless. If you die, I am the head of the Kongtong faction, I am really killing three birds with one stone.

Lu Junliang rested for a while and found a stone and a sturdy green vine from the shore. Lu Junliang tied one end of the green vine to He Quandao's corpse, the other end to tie the stone, and then moved the stone to He Quandao's corpse. Lu Junliang pushed He Quandao's body towards the middle of the Yellow River, and He Quandao's body slowly fell into the Yellow River. The rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and Lu Junliang's mood was like a sunny day after the rain, and a seven-colored rainbow rose in his heart. He Dudao is dead, and the other junior brothers of the Kongtong faction have low martial arts, and they are not opponents who compete with him for the head of the Kongtong faction. Although he was guilty this time, but He Dudao died, and for the sake of the future of the Kongtong faction, and for the sake of another powerful assistant of his own, he would definitely not severely punish him for Chai Zhiheng's matter. "There are times in life that you must have, and there are times in life when you don't force it", second senior brother, you can rest in peace at the bottom of the Yellow River.

Where is this, Lu Junliang looked at the vast weeds. A mile to the north, there seemed to be a few families. Lu Junliang walked a little lighter, but still heavy, and walked there. It was a small village of fishermen, who were eating at the door of a family's house. One fisherman saw Lu Junliang coming from the Yellow River, and several other fishermen saw it later. They were full of puzzled expressions, and in this stormy weather, there were still people coming from the side of the Yellow River. And, it seems, this person doesn't look like a local. Lu Junliang spoke first, saying that a few big brothers, passing by here, are hungry, can you enjoy food. The fishermen were kind-hearted and said yes, but they wondered how you came from the Yellow River. Lu Junliang said that when the ferry was ferrying, there happened to be a storm, and the boat capsized in the Yellow River, and he fell into the Yellow River and escaped with his life. The fishermen all said, brother, your life is really big enough, not to mention that you are a foreigner, even if we are local fishermen who are familiar with water, they are all nine deaths in this kind of weather, and if you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing in the future. Lu Junliang said yes, it's my blessing to meet a few big brothers. A fisherman brought a bowl of rice from his home, and there were a few pieces of fish in the rice. Lu Junliang thanked the fishermen and sat in front of the door to eat with the fishermen. From the mouths of the fishermen, Lu Junliang knew that this place was about 100 miles away from Kaifeng. After all, these people rewarded him with a bowl of rice when he was hungry and cold, and Lu Junliang was very grateful to them. After Lu Junliang finished eating, he touched his pocket, and the money in his pocket didn't know that it had fallen into that section of the Yellow River. Lu Junliang said embarrassedly that the money on his body fell into the Yellow River, and there was no way to give them money, so he was really embarrassed. The fishermen said that there is no money, and that we can do our little bit in times of crisis, which is what each of us should do. Lu Junliang's heart was temporarily touched by the simplicity of the fishermen, and after eating, he rested in a fisherman's house for a while, then said goodbye to the fishermen, and began to walk towards Kaifeng City, looking for disciples of the Kongtong faction. After walking out of the fishing village, Lu Junliang's touched heart began to be frozen by desire and apprehension again, becoming insidious and fierce.

After the strong wind weakened slightly, the disciples of the Kongtong faction did not see He Quandao and Lu Junliang in the Yellow River. Thinking that the waves were constantly rolling downstream, they thought that He Dudao and Lu Junliang must have been washed downstream. They searched downstream along the banks of the Yellow River. Lu Junliang met them fifty miles away from Kaifeng City. He Dudao's disciples saw that Lu Junliang was the only one and said that they were masters. Lu Junliang suddenly covered his face and cried, saying that if it wasn't for the Kongtong faction, he really wouldn't have the face to come back. Second Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, he drowned in the Yellow River, and I was lucky to pick up a life.