The boats on the lake should be poetic and picturesque and comfortable. However, when this lake is Dongting, the situation is very different. When the wind suddenly rises, waves will rise and tumbling, and the boats will sway and are in danger.

This is why many small boats dare not enter the depths of Dongting easily. If you are not careful, you will end up capsizing.

Fortunately, all three on the boat were not ordinary people, and clams were even more powerful in eating meat, but they were not humans. They were monsters and used to storm. They were not taken seriously by the current ripples. But they saw their oars swaying, and they drove through the waves, like walking on flat ground.

The waves swelled up, and some of them splashed onto the boat and on the clothes of the three of them.

Since returning from Tongtian, Chen Sanlang has not seen such a surging water again for a long time. His heart is turbulent and his hands are itchy. He really wants to jump down and use the "True Dragon Water Rewarding Art" to have fun. To be honest, he has not practiced the magical water escape technique for a long time, and he doesn't know whether he is unfamiliar.

When clams eat meat, they are happy to see water. They pull their throats and yell the song. The tone is extremely majestic and desolate, and they are really incredible.

However, the sounds and words that he sang were all ancient and difficult to pronounce. Chen Sanlang listened for a while but didn't understand why, but couldn't tell what he was singing.

Xu Nianniang suddenly said, "This is a demon song, with a long history and can be traced back to thousands of years."

Chen Sanlang suddenly realized: So that's it, no wonder he can't understand it.

Clams are singing so well that they sing, one after another, tireless, frogs and insects, they really love this mouth.

"What a song "Qingping Diary"!"

A sudden praise came from the waves.

When clams eat meat, they are both surprised and happy. Those who are happy will praise them; those who are shocked will know that the other party is definitely not an ordinary person.

Xu Nianniang and Chen Sanlang also heard this, and were slightly stunned, with a look of vigilance and solemnity. Looking up, they saw a row of bamboos appearing on the waves.

It was a real bamboo steak, simply made of a dozen bamboos, tied together, and placed in a small river or can be dealt with. It would seem unusual to appear in the vast Dongting. A person standing on the bamboo steak was a hunchbacked old man with an old face, his exposed skin was like cracked bark, and he was still a hunchback. Such an old man could blow down the wind, but now he stood on the bamboo steak like a nail, looking at the storm and waves as if nothing was left, looking calm and composed.

Xu Nianniang has always been conceited, but if she put herself in the same position and changed herself, she would have to lose a lot of her true energy to maintain it.

Unfathomable!

Xu Nianniang's first impression of this old man was like this. This word seemed unfamiliar to him, and he never thought it would appear in his mind in an instant.

"you!"

Chen Sanlang couldn't help but blurted out. He had seen the old man and immediately recognized him.

At that time, in Yueyang Tower, this old man swept the floor upstairs, looking trembling. What's even more strange is that Chen Sanlang felt that only he could see the other person, but others could not see it. At that time, Chen Sanlang felt that this old man was not simple, but he didn't have much chance to know him, and the person disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Now that I saw it, the impression of the past suddenly surged into my heart, but it added a little more new doubts.

Who is he? Or what kind of demon is he?

Chen Sanlang read a lot of monsters, and because of the existence of the Evil-Slaying Sword, he could always tell them quickly, but he had an elusive feeling about this mysterious old man. It was difficult to catch all the monsters from the other party, and it seemed that there was no such thing as demonic energy and demonic smell.

If this is true, it is a person; it may be that the other party's realm is too high, high enough to hide everything.

When he saw the old man, the clams were even more calm when they ate meat. Their thick legs couldn't help but tremble slightly. A pressure from the soul arose naturally, making it weak all over and almost collapsed to the ground: Could it be that the ancestor had arrived in person...

Thinking of this, it didn't know whether it was scared or excited, and its body trembled.

Because the other party praised it and said that the song it sang was good!

The wind whistled, the waves rolled, and the bamboo rows flowed from waves, and in a blink of an eye it floated towards the black-sailed boat.

Clams are afraid of being hit by eating meat. Although they know that the possibility is minimal, they have to do what they should do. Hurry up and exert force their arms to fix the black-sailed boat and rest on the waves.

With a bang, the bamboo roulette came very fast, like a sharp arrow.

It came quickly and stopped more quickly. Only three feet away from the black-sailed boat, the bamboo row stopped steadily and motionlessly, as if it was carved on the lake, rather than moving tools.

When I got closer, I saw more clearly that the skin on the old man's face was really cracked, with a few traces of them, but there were strange patterns. Each trace seemed to contain and exude the vicissitudes of time and sadness.

"Who are you?

Xu Nianniang, who has always been calm, rarely could not hold back and asked first. Her right hand had already grasped the hilt of the knife. If there was any abnormal movement, his knife would be unsheathed and slashed with all his strength. In fact, if his foothold is on land now, Xu Nianniang would not be so nervous, and the lake would be different, because this place is the home court of Dragon Lord. Although the old man has a mysterious identity, there are always traces to follow. No matter whether it is that or not, the unfathomable momentum on the other party can never be faked.

"who I am?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and suddenly grinned: "I can't remember who I am after living for too long."

His teeth were scattered and were not much different from ordinary old men, but his words revealed a sense of looking down on the world.

"Living too long", how long does that last?

Time is the most ruthless thing, and the pursuit of immortality is something that countless people have been pursuing and longing for over the past thousands of years, from emperors and powerful people to ordinary people, not to mention monks of major sects. The word "cultivation" for monks is to pursue the principles of heaven and earth and cultivate immortality.

However, life has been unreasonable since ancient times. It has been rare since seventy years, and it has been rare in a century, let alone immortality.

Those who live hundreds of years are already gods.

Now looking at this mysterious old man, no matter how he looks, he seems to have lived for hundreds of years.

Old birthday star? Old monster?

None of them will be easy to mess with.

The old man smiled and his eyes fell on Chen Sanlang: "Young man, we are meeting again."

Although it seemed that the other party had no malicious intentions, Chen Sanlang still did not dare to take it lightly and replied respectfully: "I have seen the elder, but I don't know what the elders have to do with their teachings?"

The old man did not answer, looked up at the surroundings, and said calmly: "This water is a little noisy, let's be quiet."

The words were soft, as if they were homely gossip. However, before the words were finished, the strange phenomenon suddenly appeared. First, the wind stopped and the sudden stop; then the waves calmed down, the kind that calmed down suddenly, and it was incredibly calm.

With only breathing, the lake water in a few miles is as flat as a mirror, the water waves are not stirring, and there is not even a trace of wind.

Xu Nianniang's pupils suddenly contracted, and the veins of her hand holding the knife raised, and even trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!