It's just an ordinary bell ringing, but it's like an order.
Dajiang, who was calm just now, suddenly turned his face!
The sudden sharp wind screamed, roared, and rushed, stirring up thick fog that gathered, swirled, and solidified, like a pale, crawling copper wall and iron wall, tightly surrounding the small boat.
Let the boat be constantly thrown away by the strong currents and waves, pressed down, rotated, and beaten!
The veteran was caught off guard, his footing was unstable, and he was almost thrown out by the sudden violent jolt.
Fortunately, when half of his body flew out of the side of the ship, the Taoist next to him grabbed him in time.
The veteran clung to the side of the boat with both hands, took a few quick breaths, and was about to thank the Taoist.
But suddenly, his eyes narrowed, a big breath stuck in his chest, and he actually forgot to spit it out.
He was shocked to find out.
Just under the boat.
Right in the depths of the rapids.
There was a huge black shadow lurking faintly.
The old soldier trembled and looked up, his sight was boundless.
"boom!"
Another wave hit him, pushing him back into the cabin and dousing him into a drowned rat. However, the veteran didn't notice it. He shook the wrinkles on his face and pointed to the river in panic.
"There is something in the water... there is something in the water..."
He couldn't tell what was in the water, he just stammered and made wild gestures with his hands.
"My father-in-law."
At this time, the Taoist next to him called out, his voice surprisingly calm.
Only then did the veteran realize that amidst the turbulent waves, the young Taoist still looked ordinary, and even the questions he asked next were strangely ordinary.
"Can you drive a boat?"
Perhaps frightened by the young Taoist's calmness, the veteran blurted out.
“My family has lived by the water for generations, so why can’t I drive a boat?”
Just as he finished speaking, another wave hit, and the boat almost capsized, but the veteran's heart was hit by the big wave.
He sat slumped on the boat, looking miserable, muttering to himself:
"I joined the army at the age of fifteen and traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, the north of the Yangtze River, the Central Plains, and the northern Xinjiang. I was lucky enough to live to the age of eighty, but I just didn't dare to die in a foreign land. Now, I finally got a favor and allowed me to disarm and return to my hometown. My hometown is right in front of me.
, but he didn’t even have the chance to offer incense sticks to the two elders, so he had to die in the river in front of this house.”
As he spoke, he covered his face and started sobbing.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Dying in this river is not like dying in a foreign land. I just hope that this river god is kind and swallows my flesh and blood, so that he can let my soul go home and see my family."
He wiped away his tears and nose randomly, and when he raised his head, he was surprised to find that the man was slowly untying the wooden box behind him, placing it in front of his knees and opening it, revealing a bronze dagger inside.
It is four fingers wide and one and a half feet long. It looks simple and has a little red rust on its body.
Huh?
Shouldn’t the patina be emerald green?
Somehow, for a moment, such an inappropriate thought came to the veteran's mind.
Immediately, he saw the Taoist take out the copper sword, put the sword tip down on the water, and then let go of his hand, letting the dagger sink into the water.
What is this doing?
The veteran was surprised, but then saw the Taoist tapping the scabbard with his fingers, as if counting.
one.
two.
three.
The veteran finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Little Taoist Priest, what are you doing..."
I didn't finish a sentence.
For a moment, the storm was quiet.
No more strong winds, no more turbulence, and no more thick fog like an iron wall.
If it weren't for the inertia of the boat, which was still spinning on the water, the veteran would have thought that the danger just now was just a nightmare caused by the wind and cold.
"My father-in-law."
"ah?"
The Taoist reminded: "Lu."
The veteran finally regained his composure and hurriedly grabbed the handle of the oar to restore stability to the boat.
Then the Taoist reached his hand out of the boat, fished it out gently, and actually fished out the bronze dagger again!
He slowly wiped the sword dry with the hem of his clothes and put it back into the box.
This calm and relaxed posture is like a mid-spring picnic, when the wine cup falls among the flowers, picked up, wiped away the contaminated soil and dew, and then pours wine again to enjoy the feast.
But the veteran's mind was still stuck in the turbulence, confused and full of doubts, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But he didn't let him speak.
"Bo."
The veteran hurriedly looked around and saw a "big bag" suddenly appeared somewhere on the river, with a large amount of red blood pouring out of it.
Immediately afterwards.
The sound of "boo, boom" kept coming.
The entire river seemed to be boiling, and along with it, endless red spread.
Within a few moments, the river turned into a river of blood!
The veteran took a breath of cold air and could hear it in his ears.
"I'd better sail quickly."
The man smiled and said:
"This drizzle is like a beauty. It's cool and lovely when you first see it, but over time it becomes sticky and unpleasant. Let's hurry to the other side to find a place to take shelter from the rain and drive away the cold air."
The old soldier dared not to obey, so he had no choice but to open his boat, full of fear and doubt, and drove the boat to the other side in the boiling river of blood.
Just as the south bank approaches.
But he couldn't help but look back.
The hair all over my body suddenly stood up!
Just looking at it, in the middle of the river, there was a huge creature with all scales and claws, floating in the red river water.
The veteran was already frightened, and the sudden glance made him even more frightened.
"That is……"
The tip of his tongue trembled.
"Jiang Shen?!"
The Taoist glanced at it.
"What is Jiang Shen?"
He didn't care.
"Just a shabby pig dragon."
…………
Wait until the two men and the donkey came ashore.
At this time, the clouds had stopped and the rain had stopped, and the sky was clear and clear.
The rain and fog on the banks of the Hengjiang River have dissipated, and the scenery on both sides of the river is unobstructed.
Look at the center of the river again.
The red currents of the river and the corpse of the "River God" were swept away by the big waves, leaving only the river water rolling eastward.
With his feet on the ground, the veteran finally relaxed.
"Thanks to the Taoist Master, otherwise I would have been harmed by that 'Jiang Min'."
"It's just a matter of helping each other in the same boat, it's not something we should do."
The Taoist waved his hand.
"Besides, I still have something to trouble my husband about."
Seeing that the sky cleared, the Taoist took off his raincoat and bamboo hat, revealing a monk-like short hair.
The Taoist, or rather Li Changan, bowed his hands to the veteran.
"Just now I heard that my father-in-law's family is near Xiaoshui City."
"To be honest, I'm going to Xiaoshui this time, and I'm worried that no one will show me the way."
"If I don't mind it, can you give me a ride?"
…………
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone.
After what happened on the river, the veteran didn't know that although this man was young, he was not an ordinary person. He was a monk with special skills, so his attitude was inevitably respectful and reserved.
But as I get closer and closer to home.
The veteran's whole body was filled with the nervousness and excitement of returning home. His restraint had long since disappeared, and he only caught Li Changan, chattering all the way.
Talking about the scenery of my hometown, the people and the people in my hometown, the stream in front of the village, the rice fields behind the village, the ridiculous things in my youth, and old friends who I don’t know are still alive... I was confused, saying whatever came to my mind, and talking about it.
He kept inviting Li Changan to his home.
I'm really back in my hometown.
A small village located in a valley.
But he lingered, not daring to come near.
Sometimes he asked if his clothes were inappropriate, and sometimes he asked if his bun was messy. Just when the Taoist priest thought he had finally calmed down, he asked in a panic: Will this armor scare the neighbors?
But then, he laughed at himself and said, "I'm all alone, so where do I get the clothes to change? Besides, it's already decayed like this, who can scare me?"
He took a deep breath and finally walked towards the village full of expectation and anxiety.
Li Changan fell behind and looked at the village.
The fog in the mountains dissipated slowly, and near noon, it still looked shrouded in smoke.
All the people in the village were covered in mist, making them blurry and blurry. Looking from a distance, they looked like lonely ghosts floating in a mirage.
Li Changan shook his head, led the big green donkey, and followed.