Chapter Forty-Eight: The Immortal Travels to the Lake on a Dragon

The water column exploded, and countless splashes fell, forming a waterfall in the air, which was beautiful from a distance.

The water flyer's bulky head suddenly became flexible, and he turned to stare at Song Yuchen deadly.

Song Yuchen, whose face was slightly pale because of poisoning, smiled slightly.

Chang Qin didn't expect that this water fly would suddenly stop attacking, but at this time, the sword gang in his hand had already been cut off, and he wanted to withdraw, but it was too late.

"Bang"

The sword slashed at the scales of the water dragon, making a sound similar to the violent collision of metal.

However, the expected wound did not appear, but the sword gang collapsed at the touch of a button, and exploded into a sky of sword flowers, like stars, falling one after another.

Chang Qin, who was holding a simple long sword, was shocked and flew away, almost falling into the water, and only after a few stumbles was he able to stand firm on the water.

In the confusion of Zhao Qingying, the pearl oiran, this talented son of the Song family chuckled at the hideous giant beast and said: "Old man, I haven't seen you for a long time, you old thing is not dead." ”

This guy is talking to that monstrous monster?!

The water can't be quiet for an instant, the blood gushes out, the roar in its mouth continues, and the ship is in an uproar again.

Unknowingly, Zhao Meiren, who buried her whole head in Song Yuchen's arms, turned pale like ashes.

The owner of Chang Laowu, who was shocked to five zhang away, saw this scene, and secretly said that it was not good, this water fly was obviously about to go away.

Lao Wu's right hand presiding over the ancient long sword was still numb, and the ancient sword in his hand was still trembling, but the distant water couldn't save the near fire, not to mention that it was still a monstrous rage.

Looking at the water fly in front of him that reacted like a child, Song Yuchen muttered with a smile, and then in the stunned eyes of the old dock master, the water fly whose terrifying strength was comparable to that of an earth immortal master, made a move that made people fall through the glasses - the water fly gently rubbed the scholar's outstretched hand with his head.

Song Yuchen smiled slightly, took Zhao Meiren and stepped out of the boat, landing on the hideous head of the water dragon.

Zhao Meimei, who felt the coldness under her feet, felt a pang in her heart, and her face was a little ugly, but she had already made up her mind in her heart, no matter what happened, she would not open her eyes if she was killed.

Tsing Yi wrapped in white clothes, standing on top of the head of a hideous beast.

Chang Qin, who has lived for a year and ten years, has a ghostly expression, what does this mean?

Who is this scholar in Tsing Yi, and who is that beautiful woman?

Why did the water fly have such a strange behavior, and actually took the initiative to let two mortals stand on top of its head!

didn't care about the turmoil in the heart of the old dock master, after five hundred years, once again riding the water fly, Song Yuchen had mixed feelings in his heart, although the past five hundred years have been a matter of fact, but there is finally a former friend, not too desolate.

With a slight move, the water fly carrying Song Yuchen and Zhao Qingying instantly came to ten zhang away, and the so-called riding the wind was nothing more than that.

Chang Qin, who still didn't understand what was going on, was stunned and looked in a trance for a while.

In ancient times, there were saints who rode the dragon to the sea, such as gods and immortals, and now there are Tsing Yi riding black armor, traveling in the hundred miles of Taihu Lake, such as the immortals, romantic and freehand.

"Hey, Tsing Yi Riding the Water?" Chang Qin seemed to suddenly remember something, and the old and old-fashioned face was faintly excited, "Five hundred years ago, wasn't Master Meng Zu the same as the Tsing Yi Riding the Water, could it be that this Tsing Yi scholar"

As soon as that ridiculous idea was born, it was denied by Chang Qin himself, a full five hundred years have passed, and Master Meng Zu has already ascended to the heavenly realm, how can this scholar in Tsing Yi be Master Meng Zu.

The bottomless hollow disappeared, and was filled by the surrounding lake, and the stormy waves quietly calmed down, and the boat, which had been in danger of capsizing countless times, finally stabilized, and after a while, when he was sure that there was no sound around him, the boatman dared to try to open his eyes.

There was calm all around, as if nothing had happened just now, hey, how could there be a thin old man standing in this water in a daze?

In the distance, a low roar came, and the boatman's body suddenly stiffened, and he turned around with difficulty, but what he saw was a scene that he could not forget until he died.

A black behemoth, like a dragon in the water, carrying a green coat and a white coat, swims in the vast Taihu Lake.

The boatman realized it later, remembering that the two people who took the dragon to the lake were a man and a woman who had taken his boat before, "plopping", the boatman knelt heavily on the deck, his face was full of tears, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak.

In the next 30 years, until the end of the boat's life, he still remembered today's events in his mouth, and told everyone that he had carried a pair of immortals, and when he encountered monsters in Taihu Lake, the immortals came to save his life.

Of course, everyone who heard him say this thought that this old man, who had been a boatman all his life, must be confused, so no one believed it.

Song Yuchen, who was taken half a mile away before he could react, couldn't cry or laugh, after all, he was injured now, and he needed to get rid of the poison on his body as soon as possible, but seeing that his old friend Shui Yu was so excited, he couldn't splash it with cold water.

It just so happened that he hadn't been swimming in Taihu Lake for 500 years, so he simply let it go first.

"Hey, Zhao Da Oiran, you don't have to hug me so tightly, right?" Song Yuchen cried and laughed, "You don't plan to open your eyes and see?"

Being said by a man who is actually not very familiar with her, Zhao Meiren rarely disagreed, and seemed to have made up her mind in her heart, no matter how you Song Yuchen makes fun of me, I will not open my eyes, let alone let go.

"Hey, no. Zhao Qingying's heart froze, "Why does this guy act like a nobody?"

Looking at the beautiful scenery around Taihu Lake, Song Yuchen, who was in a happy mood, said with a smile: "If I were you, I would open my eyes and see, otherwise I would miss this rare adventure in vain." ”

It's strange to say, after listening to that guy's words, Zhao Meiren opened her eyes slightly.

Zhao Meiren was stunned for an instant.

The turquoise water around her quickly receded, and at this moment, she suddenly felt that she was about to swim in the blue sky.

But soon, Zhao Meiren's face turned pale.

Because she suddenly realized that she was in the air at the moment, and what was even worse was that she found that under her feet, it was the head of the behemoth covered in black armor, and beside her was a beast horn as thick as a tree, showing a faint gold.

"What is this?" Zhao Meiren asked softly, holding back the horror in her heart.

Song Yuchen smiled and nodded, and said with a smile: "Zhao Qingying, for thousands of years, you can stand here except me." ”

Zhao Fenghuang, who flew out of the Phoenix Pavilion, looked at the scholar in Tsing Yi stupidly, but she didn't know what she was thinking and thinking at the moment.

The water flyer, who was called by Song Yuchen as an old man, suddenly let out a strange scream.

The reason why it sounds strange is that it sounds as if it is talking to a person.

Song Yuchen, who seemed to be able to understand his strange screams, couldn't cry or laugh a little, and replied with a smile: "You are not serious, do I look like that kind of person?"

The water fly snorted, sounding like he was despising someone.

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