To the south of Yizhou City, the rebellious White Python River spits white foam and rolls up countless whirlpools, large and small. It jumps and collides wildly from the vast mountains, roaring at the top of its lungs like a madman. Pass through the mountains.
Thousands of miles of Baimang River, goose feathers sink into the water, but only thirty miles south of Yazhou City, where the Baimang River merges into the mouth of the Dalong River, this brutal and unruly river seems to have exhausted all its strength, and it has become The wind and waves were calm, and the clear water stretching over a hundred miles into the bay was quiet and beautiful.
Before dawn, there are already shadows of sails on the Baimang River estuary. The fishermen in the three fish villages on the river got up early and rowed their own or rented fishing boats out of the river. They used big and small nets and big hooks and small hooks. Get busy.
At dawn, the river in the middle of the three fish farms is crowded with fishing boats returning home with full loads.
Countless fishermen were squatting on the bow of the boat, holding bowls of the sea, sipping the fish soup just made by their mothers, and greeting acquaintances in a gruff voice. In the distance on the river, amid the sound of "yes", the shadows of sails quickly came closer, and more fishermen returned.
Countless fishing boats were crowded together, but no fishing boat docked.
On the fish market pier on the shore, the stewards of the mansions of dignitaries and the purchasers of various restaurants and restaurants in Yizhou City were all dressed in gorgeous silk and satin clothes, and they were pretending to be sitting in teahouses, drinking crude tea, and passing the time in boredom.
In a large house on the edge of the fish market, Chu Tian, who was sweating profusely, was wearing a pair of cow-nose trousers, panting heavily, taking strange steps step by step, his left palm rising and falling strangely at his side, and his right hand rising and falling in a strange way. Holding a two-and-a-half-foot-long bronze eight-sided sword with ancient colors and unusual weight, he thrust out one sword after another extremely slowly.
With each thrust of the sword, Chu Tian felt like sugar cane in a juicer, with sweat breaking out all over his body.
Bits of sweat continued to slide down the bronze skin, dripping on the ground, leaving a clearly visible circle of sweat stains on the yellow sand-paved martial arts field, which quickly dried in the morning breeze.
"Three thousand five hundred and ninety-nine...Three thousand six hundred!" He stabbed the sword extremely slowly. Chu Tian's body stiffened for a moment. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a stream of white air shot out like an arrow seven or eight feet away. , stagnated for three breaths in the morning breeze, and then slowly dissipated.
There was a faint roar of a tiger in his chest, and the air around Chu Tian suddenly swayed. The yellow sand under his feet spread seven or eight feet in all directions, forming a hole with a diameter of more than ten feet on the ground. Clear round shape.
With a flip of his hand, the bronze eight-sided sword was tightly clasped on a cowhide arm guard on his right arm. Chutian walked to the square well in the corner of the martial arts training ground, fetched a bucket of water, and rushed down from the head.
Shaking his head vigorously, Chu Tian gritted his teeth, trying hard to forget the horrific images from last night's dream that remained in his mind: the dripping blood, the broken body, a sharp sword light falling on his head, and that hairy face. The one-armed man with a square face full of righteousness kept grinning ferociously at him.
"It's been almost eighteen years, what the hell is this?"
The side door of the martial arts training ground opened, and several big men with thick arms, thick thighs, and muscular faces were wearing green cloth clothes, bare chests, and a bunch of black hair on their chests, and walked away carrying brooms and long-handled fences. Come in. They bowed to Chu Tian and tidied up the martial arts field without saying a word, sweeping the yellow sand covered with footprints and sweat stains until it was as smooth as a stone.
Chutian wiped off the water stains on his body, grabbed a set of green cloth gown hanging by the square well and put it on, tied a pink hydrangea flower in his bun, and looked at himself through the reflection of the well water with a grin on his face. reflection.
His eyebrows were like swords, his face was square, and a few scars of varying lengths on his slightly dark skin covered up the last trace of childishness.
Chu Tian smiled narcissistically at his reflection: "He's quite handsome! But he's not fair-skinned enough. No wonder he always spends money every time he goes to listen to the piano."
Two muscular men carried over a large pot, which was filled with a fish soup cooked by Baimangjiang specialty small silver fish. There were more than a dozen corn flour pancakes hanging on the edge of the soup pot, half of which were filled with fish soup. It was roasted crispy by the iron pot again, and the sweet smell hit his face. Chu Tian, who had just finished his morning class, sniffed suddenly, sat directly on the railing of the square well, threw away his teeth and started eating.
After eating like a storm, most of the pot of thick soup and more than five kilograms of corn flour pancakes were consumed. Chu Tian then raised his head and asked the two men: "Agou and Aque? I didn't hear that last night. Any news of their return?"
The two men bowed to Chu Tian and then replied: "Brother Dog came back with a message last night. He found a den of big green wolves in the mountains. He is trying to find a way to tame them. He probably won't be able to come back for three to five days. "
Looking at Chu Tian in embarrassment, the big man said with a hint of envy and a hint of helplessness, his voice suddenly dropped three tones: "Brother Que, didn't the widow Shangtian leave the door open for him last night?"
Chu Tian was stunned, the pink hydrangeas on his bun shook, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed.
Lowering his head, he swept up the pot of fish soup until every last drop was left. After patting his belly, Chu Tian stood up and casually pulled out an iron-wood eyebrow-leveling stick from the weapon rack in the martial arts training ground. He carried it on his shoulders and strode out.
The seventeen or eight arms can run horses, and the fists can stand people. They are all big, round, eight feet to nine feet tall, their faces are full of flesh, and their faces are covered with scars. At first glance, they are not good people. They are carrying the same thing. With his iron-wood eyebrow-tight stick, he followed Chu Tian majestically and strode out of the yard, walking along the bluestone-paved avenue towards the fish market pier.
Along the way, many people saw Chu Tian and his entourage. From a distance, they bowed and saluted busily, calling them "Chu stall head" loudly.
Chu Tian smiled and returned the greetings to passers-by, saying hello to them from time to time.
"Oh, Lao Luotou, your arms haven't hurt in the past two days? Why did you mend the fishing net? Come on, I still have a bottle of Zhuifeng wine soaked in tiger bones. Go get it from me later! "
"Hey, Aunt Qian, are you drying the fish? Why don't you see my big girl? By the way, that guy Xiao Zhao who works at the oil shop in Yizhou City has a first-rate, kind and solid character. He doesn't gamble or whore. , who is the most considerate of the family, shall I make peace with your two families tomorrow?"
"Zhong Dagou, you fucking dare to come back? Your mother almost starved to death at home two days ago! Don't run away, catch this guy for me. I said last time, you go to Yizhou City again Bet, I’ll break your legs!”
A middle-aged man with the head of a deer and the eyes of a rat had just turned out of the street corner. When he suddenly saw Chu Tian, he was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. He was running in a hurry, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground with a "snap" and fell half to death.
Before the big dog could stand up, two of the strong men behind Chu Tian had already arrived in front of him, stomping on his back with their big feet like bear paws. Zhong Dagou screamed at the top of his lungs, clawed at the ground with his hands and screamed wildly.