Fish swimming around the world

Ying Wuming said: "But, 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 it's easy to get into danger."

Jiang Fan said: "So, it depends on you. You have to make sure you don't get discovered and don't lose me. My brother-in-law's life is fragile..."

"When will it start?"

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

"It's almost time, they should be here, get ready."

As he spoke, countless water splashes exploded on the river surface, and hundreds of black-clothed men jumped out of the river and attacked the boat.

Ying Wuming's fists were like thunder, protecting the boat tightly. This fight was more dangerous than every other one in the past ten days.

Through countless water splashes and swords and shadows, Jiang Fan squinted and watched the cloud slowly cover the sun. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if a knife had been stabbed deep into his heart and stirred violently. The pain made his body spasm, and his body was completely out of control, and he fell into the rolling river headfirst.

Ying Wuming, who was fighting, seemed stunned: It seems that this is not the arrangement. Did my brother-in-law have a new idea?

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Deep in the Shiwan Mountains, a river meanders along the mountain.

A snow-white bird flapped its wings and seemed to be playing with the waves. When it got closer, it was discovered that the bird was holding the chest of a person floating on the water, flapping its wings vigorously to prevent the person's head from drowning.

However, less than five miles ahead, there was a straight cliff. The river water poured down like a huge waterfall, splashing huge waves at the bottom of a hundred feet.

Danger is right in front of us!

Fortunately, at this moment, a bamboo raft came by, and a young man with pockmarks on his face pointed to the front: "Grandpa? Look, there seems to be a person there?"

The other man was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked up and was immediately shocked: "It is indeed a person. Row over quickly. There is a waterfall ahead!"

The young man rowed hard, and soon the bamboo raft approached the man. The white bird let go of its claws, but did not leave, but circled over the bamboo raft. The young man stretched out his hand to grab the collar of the bird and dragged it onto the raft.

"It's a drowning person." The young man stretched out his hand to test the tip of his nose and said in surprise: "He's still alive!"

The middle-aged man said: "Luckily he met us, otherwise he would not be alive in a while."

The young man stretched out his hand to push away the messy hair on the man's face and was stunned immediately.

"Grandpa..."

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

He looked up at the rare white bird hovering in the sky: "Is this the wife sent by the mountain god?"

The young man was surprised: "Ah, Grandpa... She is so beautiful..."

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

The young man's pockmarked face showed an obsessed look...

...

A few days later, a small black boat went down the Longjiang River. In the cabin, a man wearing a bamboo hat seemed to be in a trance.

...That day, a sudden and severe pain in his heart lasted for a long time, and he almost drowned in the river. What on earth was it...

At a small ferry, the black boat slowly approached the shore and stopped. The call of the boat captain woke him up from his meditation.

The man in plain clothes straightened his bamboo hat, picked up the small package on the table and slung it on his back, paid a few dozen coins for the boat fare, and slowly got off the boat.

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

This is a small village commonly seen on the plains, with only a few dozen families, and the roads are connected, and the chickens and dogs can be heard.

The wheat in the field is green and the grains are full. When the wind blows, the wheat waves are like tides. Under the scorching sun at noon, the wheat fragrance is overflowing.

An old farmer in the field pulled two green onions from the edge of the field, walked to the ridge where the water was flowing, and simply washed them. Then he walked to a big poplar tree at the end of the field, rolled them up with pancakes, and ate them while eating. He usually took a rest under the shade of the tree.

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

The man walked under the shade of the tree and took a deep breath: "Tsk tsk, a multi-grain pancake with green onions, this tastes delicious."

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

The man took off his bamboo hat, and it turned out to be a young man, only about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slight smile on his handsome face. It was the King of Freedom, Jiang Fan.

"Old man, can you give me one?"

The old farmer smiled slightly: "Why are you being polite, kid? I brought several pancakes, enough to eat. There are green onions in the field, go pick them yourself."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Thank you."

Soon, Jiang Fan had rolled up the green onions and sat on a stone under the shade of the tree to eat them.

"This stuff smells good, but it's hard to chew."

The old farmer laughed: "Boy, how can this noodle be delicious? Judging from your accent, you are not a local."

Jiang Fan swallowed the last bite of food and said: "Indeed, I am not."

The old farmer looked at him: "Are you passing by, or visiting relatives?"

Jiang Fan said: "Looking for someone."

The old farmer said: "Although the boy is wearing cloth clothes, he has an extraordinary bearing. I think he is not an ordinary person. Who can you find in this small farm?"

"Since it is a farm, of course I am looking for farmers." Jiang Fan smiled: "Do you know them, old man?"

The old farmer waved his hand: "Everyone here is a farmer. Can you tell me what kind of people they are?"

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

The old farmer frowned: "Kid, what are you saying? I don't understand."

Jiang Fan was not in a hurry, he just stood up and looked at the endless wheat field: "Since meeting with Tianjizi, the man turned into a farmer, hiding in the field, the plow in his hand outlined the paths, using the earth as a plate, and drawing a stunning formation. What I see is really magnificent."

The old farmer smiled faintly: "Kid, you know a lot."

Jiang Fan turned around and bowed: "Old Geng, the junior Jiang Fan, I have heard a lot about you."

The old farmer's eyes moved slightly: "Younger than I thought."

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

The old farmer said faintly: "How about the fisherman?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "Old Fisherman Still the same. "

The old farmer sighed: "He is over a hundred years old, and he is still in trouble."

Jiang Fan said: "Da Bai and Er Bai are getting bigger and bigger, and they have given birth to more than ten children."

The old farmer curled his lips: "They are born different species. I wanted to ask for an egg, but they didn't give me one. The old fisherman is very stingy."

Jiang Fan laughed: "You are here to cook it, it's good that the old fisherman doesn't fight with you."

The old farmer snorted and stretched: "Tell me, you are the king of freedom, why do you want to find an old man like me?"

Jiang Fan walked up to the old man, took out a silk bag from his arms, slowly opened it, and picked out a half-moon shaped object: "I heard that you know this thing?"