The gray-haired old man urged the boatmen to fasten all the objects that might be shaking on the ferry while looking anxiously into the distance. As a mortal, he naturally did not have Luo Chuan's eyesight, but he seemed to be able to judge the positions of those building boats.
The so-called "Dragon King Sacrifice" ceremony has not yet reached its most critical moment.
The boatmen were so frightened when they heard the old man shouting the words "Dragon King Festival" that some of the timid ones collapsed on the boat and couldn't stand up for a while, until the old man even kicked them.
After being beaten and scolded, I finally managed to control my legs from swinging, and started working in a hurry.
Li Mu and the other five cavalrymen quickly got busy after hearing the words "Dragon King Sacrifice". First, they disassembled the equipment and objects on the horses one by one and stacked them in the corner to fix them. Then they simply controlled the horses to lie down and put them down.
His body was pressed against the horse's neck, and he stretched out his hands to comfort him.
The old coachman returned to the carriage to sort out his belongings, while the two Wangchuan sword cultivators came to stand side by side in front of Luochuan, looking at the building boats in the middle of the river in the distance and sighing softly.
"What is... the Dragon King Festival?" Luo Chuan turned his head and asked the beautiful woman who appeared next to him at some unknown time.
The beautiful woman's face was serious and her embroidered eyebrows were slightly frowned. She did not look at the building in the distance, but just looked at the river. "The nine saints in ancient times are headed by Qinglong. Qinglong is good at controlling water, so all descendants of the dragon clan are good at this."
She lowered her voice so much that even Luo Chuan, who was closest to her, could hardly hear her clearly, "The Dragon Clan has been prosperous for thousands of years, and the waters of the four seas and ten rivers in the world have become its forbidden possessions. Anyone who has crossed the waters of the strong people of all races will respect them."
point......"
Luo Chuan pursed his lips tightly, his face was as cold as frost, and the stars in his eyes were flickering.
He could see that on the three boats, three young girls in gorgeous clothes were trembling and struggling, but they were unable to do anything because their whole bodies were tightly bound by red silk. He could even see that they were still wearing
Tears of fear on the childish face and eyes of despair...
The boat floated slowly downstream along the river. Water continued to seep out of the hull, already soaking the girl's clothes...
Luochuan's hand held the ferry rail tightly, and the expression on his face gradually returned to calm.
He was still looking at the three slowly sinking boats, as well as the three weak-as-lamb girls on board, without shifting his gaze, but without saying a word.
Behind him, except for two women, two swordsmen, and an old coachman sitting alone on a carriage in the distance, no one was standing.
The old man lying on the deck side by side with the boatmen looked up at the people on the front of the boat. His lips trembled several times, but in the end he did not open his mouth. He just closed his eyes hard, lowered his head as if resigned to his fate, and pressed against the ferry.
On the deck, he was sweating profusely.
The water of the Han River never ceases, and the wind along the river never ceases.
The two sides of the bank are like a line. At this moment, it seems that the whole world is only filled with blue sky above the head and clear water under the feet. The sky is empty and empty, and the river is so deep that people can't breathe.
The three boats sank slowly, and the three girls on the boat sank silently into the river like three stones. Apart from a few strings of imperceptible bubbles, no trace was left behind, as if there had never been anything there.
After passing three small boats, everything seemed like an illusion.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like just a moment, or it seemed like years, the calm water surface in the center of the river suddenly appeared a wave of waves!
The waves were like intermittent dotted lines at first, sometimes extending and sometimes interrupting.
Then it was like throwing a stone into the sea, with big waves of several meters rising from time to time.
At the end, from time to time, a mysterious beast with huge scales like a dragon or snake would hit the water surface, and then disappear suddenly. The river would open and close violently, and each opening and closing would create waves hundreds of meters high.
The sound is as loud as a tidal wave, weird and inexplicable!
The strange beast in the water first circled the building boat three times. The ripples caused the huge building boat to shake violently, but it was silent as if there was no one on the boat. After a while, the figure appeared.
It finally submerged into the river, leaving only the quiet boats floating on the river, moving with the waves like ghost ships...
The ferry where Luo Chuan and others were on was still some distance away from the center of the river where the building boat was located, but the ripples coming from that side still caused the ferry to sway even though it was weak.
After a while, everything was calm.
The river remains as it was before, like a huge mirror embedded in the earth, or a deep gem made entirely from nature, seemingly natural and harmless.
However, Luo Chuan no longer had the mentality of watching the scenery before. He only felt that the autumn water in the river was cold and lifeless, with hidden murderous intent.
After a long time, just when all the boatmen thought that this time had passed safely and were lying on the deck whispering and exchanging glances, the originally stable hull suddenly shook and tilted!!
It's like a fast-moving ship has hit the rocks!
How could everyone on the boat have such preparations, especially Luo Chuan and others who were standing on the bow of the boat, they started to shake immediately. Fortunately, everyone was not an ordinary person. They either held the railing or twisted their bodies to stand, and regained their balance in just a moment.
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The five cavalrymen had no such luck. First, the four horses pulling the carriage neighed and struggled like crazy, and then even the fine war horses that were held down and comforted by the five cavalrymen were frightened. Regardless of the fact that their masters were still on them, they twisted and turned.
He struggled and jumped up, and the scene suddenly became chaotic!
The boatmen on the other side were even more miserable. The lucky ones only suffered minor injuries after hitting the cabin or the fence. The unlucky one was directly lifted out of the boat and fell into the river. Even if the man was good at water, he was already frightened by this time.
He screamed in surprise, turned his head crazily, his eyes quickly scanned the river surface, and his face twisted into a ball of fear!
Luo Chuan ignored the heroic woman who was nervously guarding him, but turned around and said to the old man who was staggering to his feet with a look of fear and confusion on his face, "Leave two of them to rescue those who fell into the water, while the others go to see if there is anything in the cabin."
Broken and leaking!”
The old man still didn't seem to have come to his senses. He just stood there with his limbs trembling and muttering something that no one could hear clearly.
Luo Chuan frowned, reached out and broke off the solid wood fence of the ferry and pinched off a piece with his bare hands. He threw it away and hit the old man on the forehead. "Leave two to rescue those who fell into the water, and others to see if the cabin is damaged or leaking."
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"Hey, hey!" The old man was in pain before his eyes finally focused on Luo Chuan's face. Then he became alert and ignored the blood seeping from his forehead. He turned around and pulled a few other boatmen around him who were also confused and yelled.
Went down to the cabin.
Luo Chuan then turned around and looked at the river. It was still calm and breezy, but at this moment, the river in his eyes was full of strangeness. He turned his head and looked to his side again. He saw a heroic woman in red armor holding a dagger in one hand and a dagger in the other.
In front of him, on the other side, two Taoist priests were making magic spells with their hands. The two Bingxian swords behind them were beating fiercely, ready to be unsheathed at any time.
And beside him.
The beautiful woman was holding on to the ferry rail with one hand, and her black hair was surging crazily on her back.