On the coast of the East China Sea, fishermen closed their nets and pulled sixteen-year-old Lu Zhengkang out of the sea.
Lu Zhengkang, who was resisting the scorching sun and turned white by the sea water, grinned at the fisherman and said, "Brother, where are you?"
"East China Sea!"
"Which Donghai?"
"Just the East China Sea!"
Lu Zhengkang nodded and lay down comfortably on the sampan boat.
"Hey, young man, how did you fall into the sea?" There was a simple question on the fisherman's dark face.
"Bad luck." Lu Zhengkang yawned and unbuttoned his clothes. Only a clean person was left. His clothes were all bunched up into a ball and he used them as bedding. Fortunately, the uneven boat planks were
Lying down on the bed was more comfortable, the sun was slowly roasting the front, mist evaporated from the surface of the skin, the sea water faded away and deposited a thin layer of salt frost, and Lu Zhengkang's expression was perfectly pickled.
The fisherman shook his head and cast another net. There were many fishing lines hanging on the side of the boat. He would pull up one from time to time, and he would always get something. The miscellaneous fish were all dumped into the compartment under the boat deck, and there were rare catches.
Just put it in the basket specially.
It was still bright, and the fisherman saw the dark clouds in the southeast from a distance, so he hurriedly pulled up the fishing net and line and prepared to return.
"Young boy, help with the rowing!"
Lu Zhengkang yawned and sat up, "No problem!"
Two people, one rocking the oar and the other swinging the oars, fled toward the west. The east wind caught the wind, the boat ran smoother and smoother, and the man with his open arms sang a barcarolle.
“Oooh—
"The wind blows my sails
"The boat is swaying in the wind
"Send me to the place where I miss you day and night"
The fisherman freed up his right foot to play the rhythm, "It sounds good, young man, who taught you this?"
"Teresa Teng!"
"Oh, you are still a gentleman! Which country is a gentleman?"
"Chinese."
"Young people are telling lies. China is in the middle of the mainland and is not surrounded by sea on all sides. How can anyone sing such a boat song?"
"Just think I'm telling lies!" Lu Zhengkang was paddling and singing. He was full of energy and energetic. However, although they moved fast, the east wind was faster. When he saw the land and looked back, the top of his head was completely covered by rain clouds. It was a mess.
The water spots are covered with bright purple thunder branches, there are sudden rains and strong winds in the sky, and the waves are violent under the boat. The sky and the earth are in conflict, and people walking there can no longer distinguish between east, west, north and south.
The fisherman put away the oar and took out another pair of oars. His dark and generous face was full of cold determination.
Lu Zhengkang laughed loudly: "In this heaven and earth, the energy of water is strong, yin and yang meet, and thunder is born. It is a good time to make progress!"
The fisherman sat in front of Lu Zhengkang and rowed along with him. With the two of them working together, the boat flew like a crossbow arrow against the waves.
"Young man! Don't gossip! This rainstorm is unusual. Maybe the Dragon King of the Sea wants to recruit someone!"
Lu Zhengkang replied loudly, his clear and gentle voice cut through the sound of rain and thunder, still clear and gentle, "You are wrong to worry! It's not the dragon king who wants to recruit people, but the water ghost who wants to kill people. Look on the right
!”
The fisherman followed the sound and saw that between the sky and the earth, which was as gloomy as moss, the dark sea surface glowed with a strong golden color. In an instant, thousands of colorful ghosts jumped out of the water, including ships and boats.
There are water monsters and fish spirits, a palace with a thousand weights of gold powder, and endless gods and ghosts flying around the pillars and singing.
The wind, rain and thunder suddenly stopped.
The fisherman stared wide-eyed, looking at the water droplets suspended in mid-air. The world and time suddenly came to a standstill. He had never seen such a strange sight in his life.
"What is that?"
"Mirage, I think this mirage is also a dragon. I'm afraid it's not a dragon. Please row faster. If you go slower, you won't be able to get out." Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes and wondered whether he should save a file here.
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Sixteen-year-old Lu Zhengkang, with his heart full of sunshine, inexplicably traveled to this world. The golden finger on his body is a filing system. There are two fields in total, one is automatic filing and the other is active filing. Automatic filing does not require his management, and active filing is
As long as he concentrates, he can save and read files, which is very convenient.
The fisherman rowed as hard as he could. The sea surface was like sand. With one stroke, the boat slid forward for a while, and the raindrops that were stagnant in mid-air hit his face directly.
Lu Zhengkang stood up, put an oar on his back, and picked up the fisherman, "Let's jump off the boat."
"You can't do it! Young people, this is not seeking death!"
"Your rowing speed is not as fast as the old lady washing her hair in front of my house."
"...What the hell is this?" The fisherman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was pulled off the boat by Lu Zhengkang, "Hey! I caught the fish!"
"It's too late, see for yourself!"
The fisherman watched helplessly as the golden light on the sea filled the air, and soon reached the bottom of his fishing boat. Then the fish he caught turned into star-studded ghosts, flew up erratically, penetrated the barrier, and headed into the distance.
Flying away from the palace, and looking again, a large handful of tens of thousands of flying fish suddenly jumped out from under the sea, with fins flickering, their translucent bodies like glass and jade, and their graceful postures like butterflies in the sky.
The fisherman was trembling all over and could hardly believe his eyes.
Lu Zhengkang pulled him and ran wildly on the solid sea, climbing over one wave after another, just like crossing a layer of sand dunes. The water under his feet was cool and elastic, as if it was covered with a transparent film.
Lu Zhengkang thought to himself: This scenery is like that of an immortal family. I will be able to be so carefree in the future. I will refine the metal to make a sword, and cut the long dragon into ten thousand pieces!
The fisherman finally came to his senses and hurriedly followed Lu Zhengkang.
At this time, a white rainbow flew from the west, piercing the thick clouds and mist. The rainbow light stopped above the mirage, vaguely portraying the image of a Taoist saying, "Bold mirage, it is causing trouble here, so hurry up and kill it!"
An elegant female voice came from the depths of the palace: "Taoist, if you and I have no grievances, why do we fight each other as soon as we meet?"
"You and I are two clans that are incompatible with each other, so we have nothing to talk about. Today is the Tao Master and I have good luck. I have a mirage bead for nothing, and I may be able to refine another magic weapon!"
Lu Zhengkang turned to look. The monk wielding the sword was majestic and spoke arrogantly. He thought he could see a fight between dragons and tigers, but unexpectedly, the next second, a red horse flew out of the palace palace, like
The Red River rolled back and rushed into the sky, making a huge roar of thunder. The sea surface shook three times. The fisherman's eardrums burst and bled. Lu Zhengkang opened his mouth in time. At this time, he was also dizzy.
As for the Taoist, he didn't even scream. He was crushed into a brilliant firework by the red light. The golden elixir exploded into a saucer-shaped indigo mushroom cloud. The spiritual energy escaping between the sky and the earth made the sea boil.
, the fish and shrimps are jumping for joy.
Lu Zhengkang laughed and scolded: "This idiot is pretending to be the same thing, but he can't even take a move!"