The river fog is at dawn, and it is extremely hazy. The waves of milky white halo are covered with thick fog like a dim sky, covering the sun, and it is thick and floating on the river surface, making it difficult to see.

The south wind blowing from the river cannot blow away the vast white mist as thick as thick porridge, which can only bring waves after wave, like vortex, surging waves, raging back and forth between the river bank.

Dozens of dilapidated fishing boats stood up tightly against the water shore, curling up like rats. The surging waves occasionally beat them into a slight creaking and shocking sound of the raft wood shook them.

Standing behind the cabin of the fishing boat, staring at the rumbling black spots on the banks of the river in horror. Hundreds of fishermen rushed to the ashore in almost instant, hiding in the distance, they all peeked at the trees, stones and grasses far away.

It drifted in the wind and went down the current. The rumbling black dots were traveling straight along the south bank of the river at an extremely fast flow rate, and in a blink of an eye it passed the small dock where dozens of fishing boats were moored.

It was already morning, and a scorching sun hung high in the clear sky, floating clouds thousands of miles away, extremely brilliant. Under the direct light, the thick white mist disappeared from the river at a steaming speed of melting ice into the water, and disappeared without a trace.

Following the continuous waves, more than ten five-masted giant ships rushed along the river, diving down like dark clouds, causing the fishing merchants and passenger ships floating on the river to avoid them, fearing that they would not be able to do so.

These five-masted giant ships are as high as a hundred feet high, standing like a floor and walking like Pang Yun. Each ship can take more than 800 soldiers. They are the most elite main warships among the Southern Tang naval army. Around these giant ships, countless warships followed closely, and brought together black shadows like clouds covering the sun on the river.

Standing lightly on the side of the deck of the giant ship, his eyes slowly patrolling the south bank, a man in brocade showed a faint smile on his face: "This morning, I have entered the territory of Jiangling. I think it will be a short distance away!"

A navy general closest to the man replied respectfully: "According to the current flow rate of the south wind in the south, you can arrive in Jinhua in as fast as ten days to meet with the Tianshui Army."

The general paused, and his eyes showed an extremely scorching look: "After the battle of Tianshui, it has not been warned for ten years. If we can defeat the Qi army again this time, we should be proud of our general manager among the 13-way chain naval forces in the south of the Yangtze River."

"The spring in the south of the Yangtze River is full of heart, and the wind, flowers, snow and moon are the most soul-stirring. It is as fascinating as a dream, enjoying the flowers, moon and beauty." The man laughed loudly, walked around the rudder tower, and looked down at him again.

"The sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, and the birds say, "Ao early, why do you carry a small package? I want to run home, but the little girl doesn't know. As soon as the boat rows, I shake it and rumbling. The villa is gone..." Looking at the vast mountains from afar, a small green wooden boat passed by the dense forests lightly happily.

Listening to the wind, seeing the forest rise, a large area of ​​wild hazel forest that was as thick as a thick and thick as a strand. In a blink of an eye, the boat was easily swept by it, and then threw it away and turned into black dots in the distance. Then, it replaced them was a tall and high green pine forest.

The stream is about ten feet deep and only three feet wide, but it cuts down the countless dense forests and mountains on both sides like cakes and divides them into two thick valleys. The stream is curved and bent, turning and circling, without seeing its head. Often after a horizontal bend, a tributary is closely linked, connecting them so that it floats like a curved piece of puzzle.

The songs were singed crisply, but the meaning was extremely unpleasant self-written ballads, which kept coming out loud from the mouth of the rowing boy. They were wearing a wide and comfortable coarse linen, with long hands and feet covering his body.

While singing, the young man raised his right hand between the oars and did not move. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the hearts of people, staring on the water like his right hand without blinking.

With a "punch", the small harpoon that was soaked in water was pulled out of the stream. On the other end of the harpoon were two fat fish with white belly.

"Damn it, you dare to bully me like this. Your grandma has been such a shrew since she was a child. How can she be so great when she grows up?" "The young man angrily wiped the two fish off the fork. The young man cursed with gritted teeth: "It's not bad to repay kindness without revenge, but it's a scumbag if he doesn't repay this kind of grudge. How angry is it!"

This boy is not Yang Lin, but who is it?

It turned out that in the morning, Zhao Ning'er learned several new Five Animal Fist tricks that Ouyang Qian taught her, and immediately rushed to the lake shore to find someone to deduce. Unexpectedly, she happened to meet Yang Lin who was getting up early to fish.

After less than one incense stick, I accompanied Zhao Ning'er to practice three or four guards in the royal palace. Either he was defeated by Princess Ning's "Five Animals God Fist", or he simply stood there as a fool and was beaten.

Sitting on the shore of the lake, the fish were so scared that they had no gains because of Zhao Ning'er's strange screams and laughter. Yang Lin, who had no gains, couldn't help but say a few gossips, and the two immediately started to fight.

But how could Zhao Ning'er beat Yang Lin in comparison to bickering? With just a few ten sentences, his face was flushed and speechless. Zhao Ning'er looked angry and took advantage of Yang Lin's unpreparedness and made a move turn around and punch him in the left eye, then clapped his hands and jumped happily.

After this punch, Yang Lin's eyes immediately became black, red and swollen, like a panda. Yang Lin was furious and immediately hugged Zhao Ning'er with brute force, pushed her down the lake with a few steps, and then scolded the stinky little girl for either returning to Tianshui or pushing her into the lake to feed fish and insects every day.

The princess fell into the water, what's wrong? As Yang Lindi cursed, the Cuihu Villa suddenly became a mess.

When Zhao Ning'er was rescued from the water and wiped away her tears, she shouted about grudges from the martial arts world, swords and shadows, and awaited grudges... and waited for the slogans of the world, while holding a long sword all over the villa and asking Yang Lin to come out for a single piece, otherwise he would be killed every time in the future until he kowtowed and begged for mercy.

When Yang Lin saw that something was wrong, he would implement his famous saying in life - you can't afford to mess with him, you can afford to hide. You have a plan from Zhang Liang, and I have a ladder. I might as well jump into the lake and escape. I swam from the secret passage at the bottom of the lake to his hiding building and then change my clothes. I shook the green wood boat and swam down, intending to escape along the stream and return to my hometown in Jiangling before making a decision.

Suddenly, after walking through the stream again, the scene in front of me became wider. One side of the clear spring waterfall flowed down the cliff wall, vast as if it were, three or four crossings and vertical curves between the mountains gathered around the stream. In addition, the more than ten clear spring waterfalls in the middle were about ten feet wide, and were like rolling waves, and instantly appeared in front of Yang Lin.

The river bank is green and the flowers are blooming. Countless green willows - floating astronomy - are constantly flowing between the two sides. This side is like the most brilliant vitality in spring, just like the lingering wonders of the paintings, telling everyone who can see them, the beauty, spirit and ingenuity in the artistic conception of Jiangnan......

The Qingzhou had been walking in the stream for four or five hours. The beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers on both sides of the river slowly retreated from their sight. What replaced them were waves of ragged and surging refugees.

"Where has the Huai River broken through the dam? " Looking at the scattered refugees who could be seen far from the south bank, Yang Lin shook his head with a strange expression on his face.

The more you go, the more vagrants you can see on the shore. Some people can no longer see any familiarity with water, or they are too hungry to bear the refugees, leaning over the river bank to salvage them, wanting to touch some fish and shrimp to temporarily satisfy their hunger.

But the water flow was too fast, and waves of surging waves were surging like waves, constantly colliding among the rocks on the banks and reefs, causing tyrannical flowers. From time to time, some refugees who were fighting for salvage were seen rolled up by waves and then slowly swallowed up in the waves.

"Fuck your grandma, can the Huai River have flooded into Jiangling?" A stream of very bad strange thoughts flashed back and forth in Yang Lin's mind, and he was extremely irritable.

The famous flower stream, who was as beautiful as a mirror in the past, now turned from a mellow and cute little girl to a fierce and ruthless shrew. The green wood boat that floated from time to time in this continuous waves almost didn't need Yang Lin to paddle with his hand, but was set off as if it was a high-flowing arrow, like a horse galloping.

"Stupid little girl, bad little girl, if your grandmother's young master unfortunately encounters disaster this time, even if he is a ghost, he will not let you go." It turned out that a month ago, when Yang Lin was reciting a medical technique of cutting veins in Cuihu Villa, Zhao Ning'er suddenly led a large number of guards to Jiangling from Tianshui, and then came to Cuihu Villa along the way, saying that he would go along with him to travel around the world.

Yang Lin complained in his heart, and simply pretended not to be sick, and sent his servants to post a list in the market, asking people who were good at writing and talking to Zhao Ning'er to ask questions and fool him, and pass the time. Seven days ago, the secret camp Feige sent a letter - the Huai River broke the dike and flooded the six palaces. The refugees in Ru'an were like tides.

Yang Lin has been studying Qimen since he was a child, and he didn't care much about these people's livelihood issues. Until now, he felt that the world is the king's land, and although there are many strange techniques in Qimen and magic in the world, he can only save one person. If you are as fast as flying, how can you be patient? In the dark, you will naturally suffer from disasters, the mountains collapse and the earth breaks, the flood invades four times, and the people are begging for tears, so don't peek at the power of the sky.
Chapter completed!