The faint rain covers the blue river.

The Jinfanwu Water Village, which was once prosperous, scattered with the death of the Jinfan Water Pirates, and then was covered with weeds and was in ruins.

Too many people died here at the beginning, and the floating corpses were silted in the return water in front of the village gate. They rotted for more than a month before they were all sinking to the bottom.

Several nearby fishing villages have rumored that there are water ghosts here, and in addition, river fish that eat human flesh cannot get in at all. Therefore, even if you have to pass by this place, you will definitely go around far away and don’t want to get close.

But on this misty morning, there was an old man in Jinfanwu Water Village wearing a straw raincoat, a straw hat and a hunchbacked man in a hut, holding a green bamboo fishing rod and sitting by the back water where the sank corpse had been sunk.

Fishing on the ground.

I don’t know if it’s because the river fish that have eaten human flesh is particularly greedy, or because no one has arrived here for a long time, even the river fish have relaxed their vigilance.

In just one hour, the old man in Mai pulled up more than a dozen big, fat big fish with yellow scales.

The old man in Mai carefully put these big fish into his fish basket, as if he wanted to use them for wine money...

When the mist on the river dissipated slightly, a bamboo raft appeared on the canal.

The person who supports the pole is a tall young man in black.

He parked the bamboo raft steadily on the side of the return water, hunched over, and walked gently behind the old man in Mai, as if he was afraid of scaring the fish under the water.

"Master, the disciple is back."

The young man in black walked behind the old man in mai, stood with his hands down, and said softly respectfully.

“Outside…”

The old man in Mai didn't look back and spoke slowly. His old voice seemed to have the charm of time: "How is it?"

"The counterattack from Taipinghui is very powerful!"

The young man in black said slowly and cautiously: "The nails under the wedge of the senior brothers were lifted out before they could exert their strength, and the rest would be difficult to become a climate."

The fishing rod in the old man in Mai didn't move at all, and asked faintly: "Are they exposed?"

Young man in black: "Disciple doesn't know."

The old man in Mai was silent for a long time before he said lightly: "It's not enough to succeed, but it's enough to fail!"

The young man in black dared not respond, and his head lowered.

After a while, the old man in Mai slowly spoke again: "What have you learned?"

When the young man in black heard this, hesitated a hint of hesitation appeared between his eyebrows.

After several breaths, he whispered eight words: "The future is long, and I will slowly draw it."

The old man in Mai finally turned around and glanced at him.

"good."

He nodded expressionlessly and said softly: "It's more spiritual than your eight idiot brothers."

The young man in black was not happy to be praised. Instead, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to show up. He just lowered his head and stood with his hands down.

This stop is only half an hour.

"Bang."

Another big golden carp broke through the water and landed on the shore and slapped its tail hard.

The young man in black hurriedly came up, picked up the big carp and took off the hook, and put it in a fish basket soaked in the water.

The old man Mayi put down the green bamboo fishing rod in his hand and sighed: "It's time to leave... It's a pity that this is a good show!"

When the young man in black heard this, he quickly lifted the fish basket and turned around to help the old man in mahjong, turned around and slowly walked towards the bamboo raft that was resting on one side, just like an ordinary old man in his late twilight.

But before he could walk far, the old man in Mai suddenly stopped and turned to look up the river.

The young man in black sensed that his weak arm suddenly became like steel cast iron. He was stunned. He looked along the eyes of the old man in mai and found a bamboo raft down the river.

There were only two people on the bamboo raft.

One person is on a boat and one person drinks.

The person who was carrying the boat was an old man with gray hair and beard, short-skinned clothes and a sinister face.

Drinking is like a handsome young man wearing a red robe and a jade-like face.

The old man Mayi's hand was straddled with this long bamboo pole, but he didn't see how hard he tried. He just used the bamboo pole to gently pat the river on both sides of the bamboo raft from time to time. Even the waves did not stir up a few inches, and the bamboo raft seemed to be separated from the strings.

The arrows go down the river as fast as an arrow, and at first glance, it is a person who is well versed in water.

The handsome young man drinking with long hair, crossed his legs and lazily tilted on a bamboo chair, leaning on a purple long knife in one hand, and holding a wine jar larger than a head in the other hand, constantly touching his mouth with a wine jar larger than a human head

At his feet, there were several jars of unopened wine.

The young man in black saw the bamboo raft.

The people on the bamboo raft also saw them.

Then he saw the handsome young man smiling at them, turned to the old man Mai who was riding the boat and said, "Lao Jiu, you are here for a guest!"

After the words came, the old man Mayi looked here with a cold face, but when he lowered his head, he smiled flatteringly: "There are no guests? I only saw the dead."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The handsome young man patted his thighs and laughed wildly: "I have known you for so many years, but this is the only thing that can be heard the most!"

The young man in black sank and had a vague guess, but before he could react, he heard the master beside him sigh and complain in a low voice: "I'm so old that I'm so old.

, What are you young people doing tossing me..."

The next moment, the young man in black suddenly heard the handsome young man on the river shouting: "Hey, old man, we met by chance, please have a jar of wine!"

Before he finished speaking, the handsome young man swept his legs, and a jar of wine swung over the river three or four meters wide, flying straight towards them.

Seeing this, the old man in Mai said in a deep voice: "As both people from the world, why do you have to know each other when you meet? I have recognized the kindness of the young master!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and pinched it from the air, and heard a "boom" sound, and a bulge of flames exploded on the river.

"You don't recognize me? It doesn't make sense..."

The old man Mai on the river surface pulled the bamboo pole in his hand into the water. The bamboo raft that was still rushing down the river in front of him suddenly stopped in the center of the river.

The handsome young man on the bamboo raft pointed at himself in surprise and said, "You ten masters and apprentices have been plotting against me for so long, how can you not recognize me?"

When the young man in black heard this, his heart suddenly became cold.

He guessed it right.

But he would rather not guess correctly.

Although their master and apprentice are also powerful in the Yanbeizhou world.

But compared with this person, he is still in a different state...

The old man in Mai did not take any hesitation, but no longer pretended to be stupid. He bowed and said, "The good things are coming to Zhang, so why should I be the same as the old man who buried the loess at the base of my neck with me? I came to Xuanbeizhou, but I am also the king of heaven.

If you are dissatisfied with Alliance Leader Zhang, why not negotiate with us the King of Heaven directly?”

Not afraid of Zhang Chu.

Although Zhang Chu is in the world of the three states northwest Yan, he is as powerful as the sky.

But he knew that Zhang Chu had just been promoted to Qihai Realm, and no matter how amazing he was, he could only surpass the ordinary fifth grade at most!

And he has reached the fourth rank in twenty-five years!

Even if the qi and blood have declined over the years, the martial arts have not advanced but retreated, and they are almost about to fall to the fourth level... that is also the fourth level!

However, he was still unwilling to fight with Zhang Chu.

There is a way to be a fist that is afraid of being strong.

Living to his age, a drop of blood and a hair are all precious!

What should I do if I have a fight with Zhang Chu? What should I do if I have my skin broken and my tendons are damaged? What should I do if my bones are moved?

Even if he killed Zhang Chu, he would be very unprofitable. He would be a loss without any profit!

"I will go to find you king!"

The handsome young man in the center of the river slowly stood up, pulled out his long purple knife, and smiled to reveal his white teeth: "And you are all here, let you go without leaving anything, I, the landlord, are too rude!

”

After the words are finished.

As soon as he stepped on a bamboo raft, his body was like an angry rhino, and rushed over the river. His domineering and arrogant momentum divided the gentle river into two.

In an instant, the golden light surged, and a golden sword energy that was more than twenty feet long rose high.

Seeing this, the old man in mai pushed away the young man in black beside him, and his hands were flat out with his palms. In an instant, huge waves were raised on the river surface, and he was facing the golden giant sword overwhelmed.

"boom."
Chapter completed!