A bright light under the water makes the river transparent, like fresh jade rippling in blue waves. The halo spreads layer by layer until the bright light gradually disappears in the depths of the river, and the river surface returns to darkness and rapid waves.
Most of the planks, rags and other items that fell apart from the destroyed ship were washed downstream and disappeared without a trace. The few remaining fragments were clattered in the holes on the rocky waterfront and accompanied by water foam.
The whistling river wind helps the water waves, and whirlpools of various sizes are raging.
Zhang Wenfeng hovered three feet above the river, holding a sword in his hand, silently condensing his sword energy, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated two feet into the water.
The donkey is naturally good at water, but it cannot fight with the water monster in the water. Its ability is not underwater, so it runs back and forth on the river, trying to get lucky and seduce the monster to catch it. Look at it, it can kick the monster on the head without even using its hoof.
After exercising for a long time, the use of strength has reached a new level.
With one kick, it can be blasted into the water five to six feet.
Beating monsters will make you dizzy and pissy.
From the fire on the shore, the voices of boat passengers insulting the boatmen came again, drifting in the wind intermittently.
At first, there was only one man who had lost his loved ones and was angry and sad, gnashing his teeth. Later, many people joined in to greet the boatmen and their families. The words gradually became fierce, and some people felt warm, and even threatened to kill the three surviving boatmen.
Two of the boatmen were frightened, and they murmured back. They were just poor punters. The boss of the boat had already been buried in the river. It was over. They were not responsible for this fatal business. It was not their fault. It was okay to fight. They fought.
If you don't fight back, I beg you gentlemen, please do well and don't sue the officials and have them go to jail, beheaded, etc.
If one side of the boatman is weak, the other side will inevitably be strong-willed. All kinds of unpleasant words can hurt people more than the river wind and a knife.
The second senior brother glanced at the viewer who was concentrating with his eyes closed, knowing that the viewer's mind was underwater. He was worried that Yue Anyan and the others would be in danger, and was ready to lend a helping hand at any time. He could not help at the moment, so he flew slowly towards the shore.
go.
He understands the grief of those ship passengers who have lost their loved ones and companions, but it is not appropriate to make noise at this time, and the viewer needs to be quiet.
When the officials from the county town come, such a big life case will be taken to the county government for a decision. No matter how fierce the quarrel is here, it will not help.
"It's you...the people you killed. The boss of the boat said that it was getting late...it was too late and he couldn't break into the Qiu Beach. He had to rest at the thatched pier for the night. You were the one who forced...the boss of the boat to break in by paying a high price. If you don't break in, then you will."
Return money..."
A tall, dark-skinned boatman who hugged his knees, looked young, and kept his head silent all the time. He was so angry when he was scolded that he blushed and stood up, pointed at the boat passengers and retorted loudly, but his speech was unclear and he was stammering.
"What are you talking about? The steering of the ship is in the hands of the boss of the ship. He doesn't know about the dangers of Shuiqiu Beach? He is greedy for money and not for life. He has caused more than 30 of us to lose our lives and goods. You kid still dares to be so stubborn and refuses to admit it, right?"
"It was you who forced...the ship boss to break in..."
"Lezi, please, please stop saying a few words. Stop talking."
"Lezi, shut that stinky mouth for me."
The other two boatmen were so panicked that they wanted to gag their companions with mud and weeds. They would cause trouble at the critical moment.
Their boatmen are engaged in a lowly profession, they belong to the lower class, and they are inherently inferior to others.
They wanted to settle the matter with humiliation. If such a big accident happened, they would be scolded and slapped a few times. They had no complaints. As long as they were not caught and beheaded, it would be better to die than live.
"Brother Shui Tong, if you don't say what you want to say... we will all die, they are unreasonable..."
"You guys are justified in capsizing your boat? Listen, this bastard has a damn reason to repay someone after he killed someone. Death is the most important thing. Haven't your parents taught you that?"
"Hit him!"
"Let them pay for their lives."
"If you can't give them an advantage, give that bastard a good beating first."
A group of angry boat passengers, especially a few young men, swarmed up and kicked and punched the young boatman who dared to reason with them. The young boatman did not fight back, but hid behind a tree while protecting his vitals, and received several punches on him. It's not a big deal. Usually when you encounter fellow passengers on the river trying to rob you of business, as long as the boat boss gives the order, he can beat you with a bamboo pole.
Two of them were practitioners. They kicked in the air several times, unable to hit the boatman who dared to reason. They were so angry that they punched the other two boatmen who couldn't fight back. Everyone knows that persimmons need to be pinched by the weak. I was also worried that if the beating was severe, the boatman would get violent and hurt someone.
The second senior brother saw that the stuttering boatman was very skilled, judging from his footwork and gestures, he was a good hand with long sticks and spears, so he shouted: "Stop it!"
After listening for so long, he understood what caused the accident.
Thirty miles up the Yaxi River, there are shoals, rapids, high waves, dense reefs, and numerous inlets. The timing is too late, and the sky is dark. No matter how experienced the boat owner is, no one dares to take risks by sailing. It is not a mistake. If you are in a hurry, you will die.
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nbsp;The boat passengers who were disrupting their fists did not dare to be too presumptuous. They muttered curses and sat down to warm themselves by the fire.
The young boatman helped his two companions, who had bruised faces and swollen noses and bleeding noses. They complained and scolded in low voices for a while, but without saying a word, they cupped their fists and bowed to express their thanks to the god in the night sky.
The second senior brother waved his hand and was about to turn around to leave. When he saw the boatman raising his head and reflecting his face in the firelight, he was stunned.
Why does it look familiar?
It's strange, the more I look at my features, the more I feel like I've seen them before.
The second senior brother fell from the air to the shore, waved to the surprised young boatman to come closer, and asked in a low voice: "What is your name? Where is your family name?"
"Come back to your senses... Lord Immortal, this villain's nickname is Zhang Wenle... His surname is from Baiyun County, Wanglong County."
The young boatman was half a head taller than the second senior brother. He was very reserved and nervous as he answered with his fists clasped, not daring to raise his head.
The second senior brother was stunned for a while. No wonder he felt that the boatman who still had a childish look on his face looked familiar. He was actually a member of the old Zhang family and was of the same generation as him. What a coincidence. He quickly asked: "What's your father's name?" ?”
Wanglong County and Baiyun County are on the upper reaches of the Yaxi River, at least 300 miles away by waterway.
If he could accidentally meet a fellow clansman, he would definitely have to intervene in the big trouble that the boatmen were about to encounter. The boat capsized and people died. The surviving boatmen could not escape the punishment of being exiled to hard labor. It was hard to say how long the sentence would be. Beheading would not be enough.
If those angry boat passengers and merchants use money, the consequences will be unpredictable.
The young boatman whispered: "I don't have a father." Maybe he was worried about angering the immortal, so he quickly added: "My mother never told me what my father's name was, and I was not allowed to ask. When I was a child, I occasionally heard someone say it. What a flat shot."
He said these words very fluently and without stammering at all.
Second Senior Brother's mind was like thunder. It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it? No way!!
Old Lame Uncle had a bandit nickname in the martial arts world a long time ago, which was called "Ping Qian Zhang". It was a very tacky nickname for a street guy. Every time I drank, I would hear Uncle Lame repeat it several times. It was so famous that my ears almost grew calluses.
After all, the second senior brother is a steady person, not like a donkey who can't hold his breath. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs for the whole world to know about some big or happy event. He suppressed his excitement and said with a smile: "I think your skills are quite good, and you can do them well."
A gun? Let me see if you shoot a few times."
He reached out and grabbed firewood from the fire about seven to eight feet away. He picked up two pieces of firewood, grabbed the firewood with both hands and twisted them together.
He handed the wooden sticks, which were about eight feet together, to the surprised young boatman.
The young boatman looked at the gentle and encouraging eyes of the Goddess, without any malice, which made him feel trust and closeness. For many years, he had been wandering alone to survive. He had been looked down upon, experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and had been injured countless times in fights at the dock. However,
It's to fill up your stomach with a bite of fatty meat slices.
He almost couldn't remember that there was such a look in the world that made him feel "like a spring breeze".
The boatman's nose felt sore, and his eyes almost turned red. He quickly took the stick, calmed down his emotions, and used the wooden stick that didn't fit in his hand as a gun. He stabbed several gaps in the trees and heard what the immortal said.
"Green Dragon Presenting Claws", "High Hanging Siping Spear", "Middle Siping Spear", and "Iron Ox Plowing Spear" were used one by one, and they were quite satisfactory.
The Zhongping Spear is widely spread, and there are many warriors who know this spear skill in the world.
A master who uses a spear well must have a unique understanding of some of these moves.
The second senior brother suddenly said: "Return to the enemy!"
"Whoosh", the boatman turned his wrist and stabbed the tree trunk backwards with a stick, as fast as lightning, "Bang", the stick broke into several pieces, the bark on the trunk cracked, and a notch of about an inch was made.
The expression on the faces of the boat passengers who were looking over the fire changed. This blow was too fierce.
They obviously saw that the Immortal had a favorable eye for the boatman, so they looked at each other and sighed secretly.
The second senior brother said several times in succession, "Okay, okay, it's not bad." The lame uncle's carbine was like this. But compared to the lame uncle's old-fashioned and vicious, the boatman used it more masculine and domineering, and he only healed after seeing the boatman.
The injury was cracked again, and blood was flowing. He quickly took out water to help the boatman clean it, apply medicinal powder, and then carefully bandage it with cloth strips.
The bored donkeys on the river saw the excitement here, and some of them jumped onto the bank.
Isn't it unusual to stick out your nose and sniff the boatman?
Why is the second senior brother smiling like he has found a treasure?
Is it a bad nose, or is it that the second senior brother’s eyes are pulpy? Is there anything good about an ordinary mortal?
The second senior brother took out a pen and paper from the Sumeru space, wrote a few lines, put it in a bamboo tube and sealed it mysteriously, stuffed it into the donkey's mouth, bit it, and said with a smile: "Please go home and put this in
Give it to Uncle Lame, and carry him along for the ride."