New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the morning, the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

The children are still snoozing, and the busy girls and wives get up early to prepare breakfast.

Feng Ying's head was full of what happened in last night's dream, and she had no idea for a while. She held the dried fish in her mouth and went to the fence outside the wall to see the ducks and geese. When she walked to the collapsed gap, she stopped and glanced at the lake on the shore. Everything was as usual. , no different from usual, and there is no pudgy old man.

Suddenly, his eyes seemed to see something incredible.

The fish in his mouth was dry and he didn't even notice.

His eyes were fixed on an emerald-green bamboo spear on the shore. The bamboo spear was pierced deeply into the sand at an angle, and the angle was in a straight line with himself in the gap...

Why do things in dreams really exist?

Feng Ying was stiff, and after some hesitation, she decided to go over and take a look, comforting herself that it was just a bamboo pole anyway.

With one kick of his legs, he jumped up from the gap in the stone wall and landed exactly in front of the bamboo spear.

"..."

It's obviously a dream.

Unfortunately, the things in the dream still exist when I wake up, and the mind that only knows how to fish, farm and raise poultry cannot figure it out.

Slowly raising his hand, he slowly held the emerald green bamboo spear with his palm. Then, the bamboo pole slanted into the mud became lighter and lighter until it disappeared. It disappeared in his hand. Could it be that he hasn't woken up yet? ?

I bit my lower lip, it hurt.

Feng Ying couldn't find any words to describe it.

The palms were empty, but the previous touch was still there.

The waves hit the shore, and the water rolled up the sand and filled the holes left by the bamboo spears. When the waves receded, no traces could be seen anymore.

After standing blankly for a moment, Feng Ying was awakened by the noisy quacking of ducks and white geese.

Ever since the storm landed on the rocks, there have been more and more strange and unexplainable things.

Take a long breath.

Shaking her head, she temporarily put aside her doubts. Real life was more important. She turned around and walked to the fence to check. There were quite a few ducks and geese. There were hunting dogs keeping watch at night and wild animals did not dare to steal poultry. She also picked up a few duck eggs and goose eggs. Feng Ying was cautious. Collect the eggs, open the fence and let the ducks and geese go out to look for food.

Carrying the egg in a daze, I climbed over the stone wall and returned to the camp.

There was no fire in the morning, and the thick smoke could easily expose the location to bad guys. For breakfast, I could only eat the leftover grilled fish from last night.

After the meal, the bored girls and wives made fishing gear, weaved fish cages and made clips, and continued to improve the temporary shack.

The eldest neighbor's sister-in-law suggested that someone go to the valley entrance to keep an eye on him.

Feng Ying thought that she was the most agile, so she took the initiative to take the job, packed her things and set off.

Take a few sharpened clips, collect a bamboo tube full of snails from the shore, and break off a few reeds.

Bringing bamboo spears and other sundries as well as a few dried fish for lunch, put on a straw hat and row a boat to leave the camp, follow the rock wall to the narrow mouth of the valley, hide the boat between two boulders, and climb up with the messy sundries. Extending onto the rocks in the lake.

There is a hollow in the rock at the front of the mountain. Feng Ying often played there when he was a child. He could lie down and sleep in it when the sun heated up the stone, and he could also sit in it and fish.

I looked around and glanced at the fishing village in the distance where smoke was rising in the early morning. The light blue smoke floated over the village like a thin layer of clouds.

Seeing nothing unusual, he lowered his head and made fishing gear.

Tie a clip on a long thin hemp rope, tie the other end of the hemp rope to the end of the fishing rod, clip the bait and throw it into the water at a location where you feel there are fish, then insert the fishing rod into the crevice of the rock, and leave the rest to God. .

After finishing his work, he looked up and took a look.

There was a layer of mist on the river in the morning, floating close to the river. Although the fishing villages on the shore could be seen clearly, the river surface could not be seen clearly.

I vaguely saw fishing boats scattered in the village, and thought they were villagers fishing in the water. However, after a while, I found something unusual. Those fishing boats did not go to the waters where fishing was often done, but to farther places.

There was a sound of quacking ducks coming from the mouth of the valley behind.

Feng Ying turned around and picked up some small stones, aimed them accurately and threw them in front of the ducks, using the stones to drive the ducks back to the valley and inlet.

I looked back and tried to figure out what those people were doing in the lake.

It's quite sad to say that the majestic Lake God is actually helpless against the bad guys. I think of the Mountain God Granny saying that the divine seal is silent. Could it be that the short and fat old man also has a problem with the Divine Seal like the Mountain God Granny?

I really want to drag the two gods out to talk, but in just a few words, everything is completely clueless.

Bored and secretly stalking.

While fishing, I waited for the fog on the river to dissipate. When the fog dissipated, I still couldn't see clearly.

The unique crow of crows came from the cliff.

Looking up, Feng Ying immediately had an idea. Only by climbing higher could he see further.

Take off your straw hat and hold it down with rocks to prevent it from being blown into the water by the wind.

Roll up your sleeves, tighten your trouser legs, look up at the rocks, choose a climbing route, and climb directly with bare hands. With your physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, you are as flexible as an ape. When you climb to the top of the cliff, which is only ten feet wide, you will feel the cool breeze blowing. After realizing it, I broke into a cold sweat.

I didn't dare to stand up. I clung to the bushes on the top of the cliff and squatted down. I stretched my head and took a look down, feeling chilled in my heart.

Rock climbing is easy to go up a mountain but difficult to go down...

Feng Ying regretted rock climbing a little. She had already come and could only take a look first.

Squatting high and looking far away, one can basically see clearly the boats on the lake and the movements of people.

He saw people entering the water on every boat. Feng Ying was very sure that they were villagers. There was only one person left in the fishing boat. Judging from their clothes, they were strangers and evil people from outside.

Why does nail dragon vein need to be launched into the water?

Could it be that the dragon's veins are in the water, so they can be nailed into the water? It doesn't look like it.

Looking vaguely at the lake in the distance, boats were scattered everywhere, more like they were salvaging something.

Feng Ying could do nothing at the moment. She could only stay on the top of the cliff and watch. From morning to noon, her wheat-colored freckled face became more and more angry because those bad guys did not treat the villagers as human beings at all...

Even if you have lived by the lake since childhood and are proficient in water skills, you cannot always soak in the water.

The evil men waved sticks on the fishing boats and drove the villagers to dive in various places. After exploring one water area, they immediately changed to another water area.

The villagers were constantly lurking everywhere, and disobedience was met with severe beatings.

They have been neighbors in the same village for generations. Two days ago, the villagers helped to let his grandpa be laid to rest. Feng Ying still remembers this kindness. Look at how he is not angry now when he is driven and beaten by evil people. Besides being angry, he also has the desire to become stronger. Reminds me of the rusty iron knife.

In the past, even though I practiced swordplay in my dream and became stronger, I didn't care. I still made a living by fishing, and I never thought about fighting with others.

The helpless thing is that there are always people who try to interfere with others, even if the two parties have never met and there is no enmity.

Hatred and anger can change a good person.

He gazed at the fishing village and his deserted home.

"I want to go back."

I have never been so eager to return to the village, get that rusty iron knife, and change my destiny.

After making up her mind, her whole person was completely different from before. Her appearance remained the same, but her demeanor became completely different. She was no longer the girl from the fishing village, and her destiny changed faster.

It was too conspicuous during the day, so I made up my mind to go home in the dark at night.

There was no point in reading any more. It was better to go fishing. Feng Ying looked everywhere for a way to go down.

Fortunately, I found a long vine, slid down the cliff along the vine, and returned to the stone nest again. I saw that the fishing rod was trembling and bent like a bow, and I was lucky enough to catch a big fish.

Tie it neatly with a string from the fish's mouth through its gills, and then tie it to the stone.

I looked back at the fishing village and continued to install traps for fishing.