This year's winter seems to be coming a lot in the morning than in previous years. After a whimpering north wind blew, the weather became colder. Although it had not snowed yet, it began to freeze in the morning and evening. The sun also turned into an orange ball, a little hazy, and no longer the arrogant and domineering nature of summer.

At this time in previous years, except for a few families with sufficient grain reserves in Longzhao Beach, who could occasionally see smiles, most of the other villagers' faces would become colder and colder like the temperature in winter.

However, this year is different. With the help of Meng Xiang and Yan Shi, they obtained sufficient food reserves and exchanged the fur of their prey for some too cold clothes. Although it is still very simple to see some rich people in Guyang City, it is already very happy for the villagers of Longzhaotan, who are used to hard life. However, these are not the concerns of Meng Xiang and Yan Shi, and they have more important things to do.

Yan Shi looked at Nu Longjiang, which was still surging even when it was the dry winter season, and seemed a little hesitant: "Brother Meng, do we really want to go down?"

"Of course. What's wrong, Shi Tou? Are you scared?" Meng Xiang raised his head and looked at him with a smile.

It seemed that Meng Xiang's expression stimulated him. Yan Shi stumbling his neck for a moment and said toughly: "I am afraid? Yan Shi is a man who stands tall and strong. How can this mere small river scare me?"

After saying that, he took two steps forward, as if to prove his courage, he jumped and jumped directly from the shore more than one person into the turbulent river water. With a thud, a huge splash of water splashed.

Meng Xiang shook his head: "It is to live and suffer when you live and die!"

He originally wanted Yan Shi to adapt, but he did not expect him to go down the river to fish directly. Although his physique has improved a lot after practicing for several months, this place is Nulong River after all, and the water flows fast. Even in summer, people with slightly worse water properties will be in great danger.

Meng Xiang did not jump into the water, but stood on the shore, condescending to check the situation. If an accident occurs, he will stand on a high place with a broad vision, and he can also find the situation early and rescue him.

After about twenty breaths, Yan Shi emerged from the water, but he was several feet away from the river bank, leaving only half of his head in the waves.

Meng Xiang cast his eyes over, and gradually a hint of amusing appeared on his face. Now he finally knew why Yan Shi was so far away from him. He was almost certain that he didn't want him to see his gray face and hear the giggles of his teeth colliding. Unfortunately, his wishful thinking was wrong.

Since Meng Xiang ate the silver sword tiger fish, in addition to his strength, his vision has also improved a lot. In addition to his practice during this period, his five senses have been greatly enhanced. Not to mention that Yanshi is only about five feet away from him, even if he is twice as far away, his situation cannot escape his eyes and ears.

Considering his stern feelings, he decided not to expose his old feelings, but raised his voice and asked with concern: "How is Shitou? Can it stand it? If it really doesn't work, you should come up. Now is not the time to be a hero. If your body is frozen and you get sick, it will be bad."

"Meng...Brother Meng, you're so...too underestimated me. This little cold water can't hurt me."

Meng Xiang saw Yan Shi's expression very firm, and thought that if he could really adapt to the cold river water, it would be of great help to improve his physical fitness.

So he deliberately ignored the trembling sound of his teeth as he spoke: "Okay. Shitou, since you think it's OK, just stay in the river. But don't go to the bottom of the river to catch fish, this time you just treat it as a test. Oh, and, if you feel uncomfortable, hurry up and don't hold on. Shitou, you hear..."

"Okay. Brother Meng, when did you become such a mother-in-law? I am no longer a three-year-old child. I will deal with it myself when I encounter a situation." Yan Shi seemed to be unable to bear his long-windedness and interrupted his words.

"Then I won't say it. But you must pay attention to safety." As he said that, Meng Xiang grabbed a woven net bag, jumped away from the river bank, and disappeared from the water with a whizzing sound, only causing a series of shallow waves.

Seeing Meng Xiang disappearing under the water, Yan Shi let out a long breath, rubbing his face hard with his hands, and smiling bitterly: "I... I really want to suffer from face! Listen to Brother Meng, I'm going ashore, why bother to be so strong?"

However, a light appeared in his eyes soon and he said thoughtfully: "No, I can't relax. Brother Meng, although he didn't say what he was going to do in the future, nor did he directly say he wanted me to take me with him, but I could feel that he still wanted me to follow him. Well, my life was given to Brother Meng, and my parents' revenge was also helped by Brother Meng. I must not be able to drag Brother Meng down."

As he said that, Yan Shi's eyes turned firm, he took a deep breath, and suddenly pierced into the cold and bone-breathing river water, sneaking towards the undercurrent of the river.

After a while, Yan Shi's head emerged from underwater and grabbed a small fish with a slap in his hand. While swimming towards the shore, he shook his head with a wry smile, obviously very dissatisfied with his performance.

Next, he walked straight to the shore, threw the fish in his hand directly into the fish basket, and then broke a branch as thick as a baby's wrist from a tree not far away, cut it into pieces about three feet apart, waved it, and made a whimpering sound, it turned out that he was practicing knife.

In a blink of an eye, heat came out of his body, and more and more. After practicing "Night Battles Eight Directions" for the third time, his body seemed to have turned into a steamer, and the white heat rose up.

Suddenly, he threw the branch in his hand out and inserted it into the trunk of a big tree with a thud. However, it seemed that it was not inserted deep enough. After shaking it a few times, it finally fell to the ground, but he had already seen it.

The moment the branches were thrown out, he rushed to the bank of the river at an extremely fast speed, jumped, imitating Meng Xiang's appearance, and inserted it directly into the water like a javelin on his head and feet. Although it was not as small as the waves that Meng Xiang had stirred up, it had already shown its strong water properties.

After a while, with a clamor, a splash, a man's head emerged from the water. It was exactly the most serious. This time, his harvest was much greater. He grabbed a big fish about two feet long in his hand, and he kept struggling.

This time, after he got ashore, he did not go into the water immediately. After putting the fish in the fish basket, he began to look on the river, as if looking for Meng Xiang's figure. However, he was not nervous, as if he had not exposed the water to breathe for so long.

After about fifty breaths, a head slowly emerged from the river surface, and it was still rising. Almost his ribs were about to be exposed to the water before he stopped rising.

Yan Shi's eyes lit up and he shouted in admiration: "Brother Meng, your water quality is so great!"

"Haha..." Meng Xiang smiled, "Stone, then." He reached out and pulled the net bag that was tied to his waist. His arm suddenly raised, and the water splashed. At least one hundred kilograms of fish flew up in the air, flying straight to the shore several feet away, facing Yan Shi. When Yan Shi was a little busy, Meng Xiang had already sunk under the water again.

Although the water quality of Nulong River in winter is slightly clearer than in summer, it still looks a bit yellow and turbid. Even though Meng Xiang's vision is much better than that of ordinary people, the range of being able to see clearly underwater is still very limited. However, he is not worried because he knows where the target is.

His feet kept slid up and down, and on his head, he was like a flexible fish, diving quickly into the depths of the river. Soon the light that penetrated from the water surface became weaker, and the range he could see became more limited.

Gradually, as the depth of the dive increased, he felt some pressure, as if someone was squeezing his chest to squeeze out all the air in his lungs, but he didn't care, at least the current water pressure was far from reaching the limit he could bear.

He dived about seven or eight feet deep again, and the last ray of light from the water surface was invisible. Meng Xiang's eyes had already fallen into complete darkness. At this time, the water pressure also had a certain impact on him, his chest began to become stuffy, and a buzzing sound began to appear in his ears.

Meng Xiang stopped diving because the diving environment became harsh. On the contrary, his feet not only exerted more force, but his hands, which had not been used very much, also joined in. He began to paddle hard, and rushed to the bottom of a river at a faster speed than before.

In a blink of an eye, he dived about ten feet again. The terrible water pressure could easily kill a healthy middle-aged man in a very short period of time, and Meng Xiang still did not stop diving.

After diving about five feet deep again, Meng Xiang changed his state for the first time, becoming on his head and on his feet. According to the changes in the water flow, he knew that he was almost approaching the bottom of the river. Sure enough, less than ten feet of the river, his feet touched the cold and slippery hard object, which was the bottom of the river.

Although Meng Xiang was down-to-earth, his condition did not improve much. The water flow pushed him and the vortex teared him. If it weren't for his great water quality, he could not have gained a foothold with the help and avoiding the power of the water flow. Even so, he would not be able to stay in the same place for more than two breaths.

Meng Xiang moved his position with the help of the power of the water flow and tried his best to save every point of his strength, but the result disappointed him, and the thing he was about to find was gone.

The last time he dived, in order to catch a precious yellow swordfish, he chased it to the bottom of the river. After a competition, he grabbed it. It was precisely because of the fierce pursuit that he consumed all the oxygen in his lungs. Although he saw something that aroused his great curiosity, he could not continue to stay under the water.

Meng Xiang was a little depressed. Although he knew very well that the faint white light was similar to the silver sword tiger fish he had caught. It was impossible for him to stop there all the time, but he still couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Chapter completed!