Ying Wuming said: "However, your skills are only at the third-rate level now. Although your true energy is relatively strong, you still can't use it well, and you can easily get into danger."

Jiang Fan said: "So, it's up to you to make sure not to be discovered and not to be lost. My brother-in-law's life is fragile..."

"When does it begin?"

Jiang Fan looked at the sky and saw a cloud slowly covering the sun.

"It's almost time. They should be here. Get ready."

As he spoke, countless water splashes burst from the river, and hundreds of men in black jumped out of the river and attacked the boat.

Ying Wuming's fists were like thunder, and he defended the boat. This fight was more dangerous than every time in the past ten days.

Through the countless splashes of water and the shadows of swords and swords, Jiang Fan squinted and watched the cloud slowly cover up the sun. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. The pain was as if a knife had been pierced deeply into his heart and stirred violently. He was in pain.

His body convulsed, he was completely out of control, and he fell headlong into the rolling river.

During the fight, Ying Wuming seemed to be stunned: It seems that this is not the arrangement. Could it be that brother-in-law has a new idea?

——

Deep in Shiwanda Mountain, a river meanders along the mountain.

A snow-white bird flapped its wings and seemed to be playing in the waves. When they got closer, they suddenly discovered that the bird was clinging to the chest of a man floating on the water, and it flapped its wings vigorously to save the man's head from drowning.

However, less than five miles directly ahead, there is a straight cliff that breaks off. The river water pours down like a huge waterfall, splashing huge waves at the bottom of a hundred feet.

The danger is right in front of you!

Fortunately, at this moment, a bamboo raft floated over, and a young man with a pockmarked face pointed forward: "Grandpa, do you think there is someone there?"

The other person was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked up and his face was immediately startled: "It is indeed a person, paddle over quickly, there is a waterfall in front of you!"

The young man hurriedly rowed hard, and soon the bamboo raft came close to the man. The white bird then let go of its paws, but did not leave. Instead, it hovered over the bamboo raft. The young man tried his best to reach out and grab the man's clothes and pull him away.

Drag the raft on board.

"It's a man who fell into the water." The young man stretched out his hand to test the end of his nose and said in surprise: "He's still alive!"

The middle-aged man said: "Fortunately we met us, otherwise we would have been

I won’t be able to survive for a while.”

The young man reached out and brushed away the messy hair from the man's face, and was stunned for a moment.

"Grandpa..."

The middle-aged man was also stunned: "What a pretty girl."

He raised his head and looked at the rare white bird hovering in the sky: "Is this the daughter-in-law sent by the mountain god to send you a white bird?"

The young man looked surprised: "Ah, grandpa...she is so beautiful..."

The middle-aged man smiled: "Let me tell you, you don't have to worry about it. It doesn't matter if you are ugly. The mountain god is thinking about you. Let's go and take it back to the village!"

The young man's pockmarked face couldn't help but reveal a look of obsession...

…

A few days later, a small black-peng boat sailed down the Longjiang River. In the cabin, a man wearing a bamboo hat seemed to be lost in thought.

...That day, the severe pain in his heart came suddenly and lasted for a long time, and even almost made him drown in the river. What on earth was it...

At a small ferry somewhere, a awning boat slowly docked at the shore. The call of the boat boss woke him up from his meditation.

The commoner man straightened his bamboo hat, picked up the small package on the table and slung it on his back. He paid dozens of yuan for the ship fare and slowly got off the ship.

After staying there for a moment, he walked along a winding path.

This is a small village common on the plains, with a few dozen households, no traffic, and chickens and dogs hearing each other.

The field is the season when the wheat is green and full of grains. The wind blows and waves of wheat are like tides. Under the sunshine at noon, the fragrance of wheat overflows.

In the field, an old farmer picked up two green onions from the edge of the field, walked to the ditch with gurgling water and simply washed them. Then he walked to a big poplar tree at the edge of the field, rolled them up with pancakes, ate them, and usually rested in the shade of the tree.

At this time, along the field path, a man wearing a bamboo hat walked slowly.

The man walked to the shade of a tree and took a deep breath: "Tsk, tsk, multigrain pancakes rolled with green onions, the smell is so exciting."

The old farmer looked at him: "It's not a good thing. Everyone in our village eats it like this."

The man took off his bamboo hat and turned out to be a young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slight smile on his handsome face. He was none other than Xiaoyao King, Jiang Fan.

"Old man, can you give me one?"

The old farmer smiled slightly: "Why are you so polite, kid? The old man brought several of them, which are enough to eat. There are green onions in the field, so I can pick them up myself."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Thank you very much."

Not long after, Jiang Fan had already rolled up the green onions, sat on the stone under the shade of the tree, and started eating.

"This stuff smells good, it's Feiya."

The old farmer laughed and said, "My dear, how could this noodles taste so good? Judging from your accent, you must not be from here."

Jiang Fan swallowed the last mouthful of food and said, "Indeed not."

The old farmer looked at him: "Passing by, or visiting relatives?"

Jiang Fan said: "Looking for someone."

The old farmer said: "Although I am wearing common clothes, my appearance is extraordinary. I guess I am not an ordinary person. Who can I find in this small farm?"

"Since it's a farm, of course I'm looking for someone to farm." Jiang Fan smiled and said, "I wonder if the old man knows him?"

The old farmer waved his hand: "Everyone here is farming, how about you talk about the same kind of people?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "There are four hermits in the world: fishing, woodcutting, farming, and hunting. I am lucky enough to know two of them, and I really want to meet the other two hermit masters."

The old farmer frowned: "My dear, what are you talking about? This old man can't understand you."

Jiang Fan was not in a hurry, he just stood up and looked at the boundless wheat field: "After a while with Tianjizi, the man turned into a plowman and hid in the field. The plow in his hand outlined the path, using the earth as a disk to draw a world-shattering formation. In front of his eyes.

What you see is really a myriad of things.”

The old farmer smiled lightly: "My dear, you know a lot."

Jiang Fan turned around and cupped his hands: "Old Geng, I have looked up to you, my junior, Jiang Fan for a long time."

The old farmer's eyes moved slightly: "You are younger than I thought."

Jiang Fan said: "I have grown a year older."

The old farmer said calmly: "How about fishing?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "Old fisherman is still the same."

The old farmer sighed: "I am over a hundred years old, and I am trapped in the city of sorrow."

Jiang Fan said: "On the contrary, Dabai and Erbai are getting bigger and bigger, and they have given birth to more than ten babies."

The old farmer curled his lips: "I was born a different species. I didn't even give you an egg when I wanted to beg for it. The old fisherman is very stingy."

Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "You are here to cook and eat. It's a good thing that the fisherman doesn't want to fight with you."

The old farmer snorted softly and stretched: "Let's talk about it, you, the free king of the world, why do you want an old man like me?"
Chapter completed!