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 the dark and turbulent waves.
Most of the wooden planks, rags and other items that were scattered 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 concentrating 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. It runs up and down the river and walks back and forth, trying to get lucky and seduce the monster to catch it. Look, it does not need to use its hoof to hit the monster's head.
After exercising for a long time, the use of strength has reached a new level.
With one kick, it can blast into the water five to six feet.
Fighting 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 intense. 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. All kinds of ugly 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 arrive, such a big life case will be taken to the county government for a decision. No matter how fierce the argument is here, it will not help.
"It's you... you killed the people. 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 spend the night at the thatched pier. It was you who paid a high price... to force the boss of the boat to break in. 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. He was so angry when he was scolded that he stood up with a red face and pointed at the boat passengers and retorted loudly, but his speech was unclear and he was stammering.
"What are you talking about? The helm of the ship is in the hands of the boss. He doesn't know about the dangers of Shuiqiu Beach? He is greedy for money and not for life. He has caused more than thirty of us to lose our lives and goods. You kid still dares to be so stubborn and refuse 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 Bucket, if you don't say what you want to say... we will all die, they are unreasonable..."
"You still have a reason if your boat capsizes? 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!"
"Demand them to die."
"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 protected his vitals and dodged behind a tree, receiving several punches on him. It's not a big deal. Usually when you encounter fellow passengers on the river trying to steal business, as long as the boat boss gives the order, he can beat them with a bamboo pole.
Two of them were trainees. 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 rough shoals. The water is fast, the waves are high, the reefs are densely covered, and there are many dangerous bays. The time is late and the sky is dark. No matter how experienced the boat owner is, he dare not take risks by sailing. There is no reason to do so. However, he met a greedy man and a rusher. If you are in a hurry, you will die.
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nbsp;The boatman who had messed up his fists did not dare to be too presumptuous. He muttered curses and sat down to warm himself 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 thank the gods 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 name is Zhang Wenle... He 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. This was such a coincidence. He quickly asked: "What is your father's name?" ?”
Baiyun County, Wanglong County, is on the upper reaches of the Yaxi River, at least three hundred miles away from here by water.
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 exiled 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 any stuttering.
Second Senior Brother's mind was like thunder. It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it? No way! !
The old lame uncle had a gangster 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 the lame uncle repeat it several times. It was so famous that my ears almost grew calloused.
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 are good at it." A gun? Let me see how many shots you have."
He stretched out his hand to grab the firewood about seven or eight feet away, picked up two pieces of firewood, grabbed the firewood with both hands and twisted it.
He handed the wooden stick, which was 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 sour, 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 fired several gun shots into the gaps in the trees. He heard what the immortal said from his mouth. "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.
Zhongping Spear is widely circulated, 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 his stick, as fast as lightning, "Bang", the stick was broken into several pieces, the bark of the trunk cracked, and a notch of about an inch was made.
The expression on the face of the boat passenger who was 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, "Okay, okay, it's not bad." That's what the lame uncle's carbine was like. But compared to the lame uncle's old-fashioned and vicious, the boatman used it a little more masculine and domineering, and he only healed after seeing the boatman. The injury cracked again and blood flowed. He quickly took out clean water to help the boatman clean it, applied medicinal powder and carefully bandaged it with cloth strips.
The bored donkeys on the river saw the excitement here, and a few 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 because its nose is bad, or is it because the second senior brother’s eyes are pulpy? Is there anything good about ordinary people?
The second senior brother took out a pen and paper from the Sumeru space, wrote a few lines of words, 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."
This is a big event, a great joy!
Old lame uncle has done something wrong.
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