Bang Bang!

Oars and pennies make a chaotic sound as they hit the shaft, and a dozen three-person fishing boats enclose a small area of water, and the sound waves from the fishing boats ripple the otherwise tranquil lake.

"Collect the net~!" shouted the fishermen as they surrounded the lake.

Three or two sturdy men stood on the largest fishing boat and pulled up the fishing net rope in their hands.

A large area of fishing nets gradually surfaced, and countless live fish jumped in the nets, in exchange for the smiles that could not be buried on the faces of every fisherman.

In the evening, when the fishing boats docked, the fishermen did not get off the boats, and in the quiet night there was not much wind and waves, so they wrapped the fish in nets and put them back in the lake, so as to keep the fish alive and sell them at a good price when they went to the market the next day.

The boats are leaning close together, and the bow of the boat is hung with a horse lantern, illuminating a small piece of the lake in the dim light, which looks a little lively.

The fishermen laughed loudly across the bow of the boat, telling their own choreographed anecdotes, true or false, in vernacular slang.

A boy who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old sat alone in the stern of a small fishing boat, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, which seemed a little lonely for his age.

"A penny, a oar, a fishing boat, a tip, a fishing hook. One shot and one laugh, one person occupies one Jiangqiu. ”

"Little shrimp, what are you grunting! Come out and tell us a story! This ten-mile heirloom village is the best story for you!" a rough voice sounded from the bow of the boat.

"It's coming, Brother Datong!" the young man wiped the corners of his eyes that were moist for some time, and walked towards the bow of the boat.

The young man's name is Chuanxia, and the people in the village call him Little Shrimp. He is a well-known storyteller throughout the village. He is always able to add some fun to the boring life after people's tea and dinner. In the minds of many people, this seemingly ordinary teenager is a bit mysterious, because he often reiterates words that many people don't understand.

The shrimp was adopted half a year ago, and it seems that he was attacked by a wild beast in the mountains, and his whole body is covered with wounds. When I was rescued at that time, I thought I wouldn't survive, but I didn't expect to be alive. It's just that the memory is vague, and most of the previous things seem to have been forgotten. I forgot my name, so I followed the heirloom village and passed on my surname.

Only Chuanxia himself knows that he was not originally from this world, or rather, he also preserved the memories of his previous life.

The origin of the crossing seems to be a little blurred, it seems to be a natural thing, half a year of life in the fishing village has already made Chuanxia accustomed to the calm here.

Walking to the bow of the boat, a small and dark-looking lean man handed half a piece of steamed bun and a bowl of fish soup to Chuanxia.

"Thank you, Brother Datong!" Chuanxia took the food handed over by the capable man. Then the fish soup is eaten with steamed buns.

The strong man smiled and patted Chuanxia's shoulder and said, "I'm still polite to you and your brother! ”

Brother Datong is the same village of Chuanxia, and his surname is also passed on. Named Chuan Datong, there are two brothers, both are first-class men in the village, experts in fishing, because Chuanxia has been clever and sensible since he was a child, so he took Chuanxia with him, since Chuanxia followed this Datong brother, there are few times when he is hungry, and even from time to time he can bring some food home to a few brothers and sisters.

The village is located on the shore of the lake, in the territory of Dayan country, and the 800 miles of the lake is the whole world of the village that has lived by fishing for generations.

The people of the ancestral village have lived a peaceful and ordinary life like this.

After dinner, the fishermen finally went ashore and returned to their homes, leaving only one person on each fishing boat to guard the live fish caught on the boat.

Chuanxia was naturally retained, and he couldn't do much strength when he was young and weak, so this kind of miscellaneous work was naturally his obligation.

The bright moon is in the sky, the fishing lanterns shine in the evening, a lot of poetry, but unfortunately the weather is getting cooler, the autumn wind is already a little freezing, even if the dilapidated Wu Peng hiding in the canopy will still leak some frost in, curled up in the wet and hard broken quilt, Chuanxia can't sleep.

This is not the first time he has kept a vigil alone, but he is not aware of the fact that he is particularly sad tonight.

simply put on his coat and stood at the bow of the boat, facing the cold wind, although it was cold, it was refreshing.

Luckily! Chuanxia looked up at the night sky with a hazy moon and stars, and found a meteor, no! more than one! The brightest meteor at the front was followed by a dozen slightly fainter meteors, as if he was chasing the meteor at the front.

Feeling that something was wrong, Chuanxia rubbed his eyes vigorously.

That's right!

The meteors seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and they were sticking towards the lake.

Chuanxia hurriedly turned around and ran towards the shore, just after going ashore, Chuanxia looked at the several fishing boats quietly docked on the water, and hesitated.

Gritting his teeth, Chuanxia turned around and ran towards the fishing boats, shouting loudly as he ran: "Uncle Guizi, Third Master!

But his voice was soon drowned out in a brilliant silver glow, and the stars fell to the ground, but it was not as earth-shattering as the legend imagined, and everything around him seemed to become silent.

Chuanxia's eyes widened, looking at everything in the silver light, everything was so incredible.

In the middle of the devastating meteor were people, living people, who stood on the surface of the lake, and all the fishing boats seemed to be imprisoned by the silver glow, and no one except the Chuanxia who was already on the shore noticed this incredible scene.

"Jingxu Daoist, haven't you Tianjing Guan always been aimed at having no quarrel with the world? Why are you getting involved with the magic knife now? If you don't hand over the magic knife quickly, our thirteen brothers will naturally let you live!"

There was a faint sound of conversation on the surface of the lake.

Surrounded in the center was a Taoist man wearing a moon-white robe, carrying a big package on his back, his hair was scattered, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"The matter of the magic knife is related to the two ways of good and evil in the world, if you Wushan Thirteen Demons want to snatch the magic knife, aren't you afraid of adding bloody rain to the world?"

"Hmph! Silent Void Daoist! You don't talk about it in a high-sounding manner. It's just that I want to use the power of the magic sword to help you return to the position of the overlord of the Southern Wilderness. ”

What the third brother said is that these so-called decent people are the most hypocritical and cunning. It's obviously for his own selfishness, but he insists on pulling it on the heads of all beings in the world. Actually, it's just putting a high hat on yourself!"

"If you want to intercept the magic knife in the hands of the poor Dao, it depends on whether you have the ability to do so!"

As soon as the words fell, the Taoist standing in the middle took out a silver-white long sword from his sleeve and stabbed it towards the face door of a person directly opposite him.

The big man standing directly opposite the Taoist hurriedly danced the two rings full of sharp teeth in his hand, blocking the front door of his chest.

"Seventh brother, be careful!"

Bang!

With a crisp and violent explosion, the entire lake was shaken, and a big man in gray rushed out of the lake against a huge sword formed by the convergence of a huge current.

"Bishui Sword! What a shameless Jingxu Daoist!"

The Taoist withdrew his long sword and sneered: "It is said that the Thirteen Evils of Wushan are heroes. I don't think it's enough, you set up a game to kill me like this, is it possible that I still have to talk to you about the rules of the duel?

"Thirty-seven swords of clear water, everyone in the world thinks that your Tianjing Guan has long been lost in the catastrophe a thousand years ago, and I can't imagine that there is still a inheritance, and the Taoist of Jingxu is still the same sentence, you hand over the magic sword, and our brother will let you go! This statement is absolutely true. ”

"Big brother!"

The big man who was almost assassinated by the Taoist with a sword before seemed to be a little dissatisfied, but he was stopped by the gray-clothed man who stood in front of him and saved him.

"Boss Wu, don't let your mind go back to you. Even if Poor Dao gives you the magic knife today, do you have the courage to let Poor Dao go and leave?" said the Taoist disdainfully.

"Come on, come on, let you Wushan Thirteen Demons try to see if the blue water sword of my Tianjing Temple is still sharp!"

As he spoke, several blue-colored giant swords stretched out of the lake and froze beside the Daoist. What's even more terrifying is that there seem to be countless sword shadows swimming in the lake, like a school of sharks lurking on the surface of the sea, exuding devouring murder all the time.

"Brother!

With a wave of his hand, the thirteen people quickly formed an irregular ladder-type formation, and an earthy yellow illusory mountain fell from the sky under the traction of the formation.

The mountain weighed heavily on the lake, and the huge pressure crushed all the boats on the lake, and everything that could be seen by the naked eye turned into powder in front of him, except for the Taoist man and his blue water sword.

"Uncle Guizi, the third master, Xiao Mao, and the second shaving!"

Chuanxia wanted to tear open his throat and shout, but it seemed as if he was choked by the throat.

The huge fear of the unknown, as well as the pressure brought by the phantom of the mountain in front of him, made Chuanxia only prostrate on the ground weakly.

He had never seen such power, and his body crawled in fear. But in the depths of his soul, there was another voice that made him stand up, told him not to be afraid, and even faced with such a scene, with a little contempt.

The chaotic grief and confusion of his thinking left him without even having time to discern the aftermath of the fight between the two sides on the lake.

Then there was a loud bang that opened the world.

The strong voice instantly shook the legend and fainted.

When Chuanxia regained consciousness, he found that he was already in a mysterious space, with a high mountain at his feet and the sea on all sides. The sea is rippling, and there are three rays of light overhead, which is extremely magical.

"You're finally here!"

"Who is it?"

Chuanxia quickly stood up and looked around the hill.

"Who's talking? Where is this?"

"You forgot where this is? yes, yes, you shouldn't remember! This is the Lingtai, and I am you!"

"You don't call Chuanxia, you call Zhang Baidao!"

"Remember your name is Zhang Baijian!"

The waves of water slapped on Chuanxia's face, and Chuanxia woke up from his coma, and then breathed heavily, everything that happened in his sleep began to become blurred.

"Is it a dream?"

Chuanxia hesitated. (To be continued......)