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The Yangtze River twists and turns between Hunan and Hubei and flows eastward.

Cao Xuan and Cheng Lingsu were standing on the boat, watching the towns and villages on both sides of the Yangtze River pass by.

Cheng Lingsu has sighed a lot recently, and only by going out for a walk can he know the vastness of the world.

After Cao Xuan ended the live broadcast today, he received another year of pure internal strength.

Perhaps the system can see his perfunctory, boring live broadcast content for many days, and the pure internal force of a year every day cannot be moved.

Twenty-six years of skill has been stronger than many fledgling young heroes.

Cao Xuan felt that according to the current development, he would save up for three years and gain a thousand years of skill, and at that time, if the skill was strong, who in this world could match it.

It was nearly evening, and the ship finally came to shore.

Cheng Lingsu's stomach was rumbling, Cao Xuan saw several fishing boats tied to the willows on the shore, the smoke from the boats rose, and the sound of frying fish in the pot was clearly heard in his ears, and the aroma wafted from his nose.

He was worried that Cheng Lingsu was in a hurry, so he caught a few fish in the river, restrained them with his true qi, and pulled her straight to the fishing boat.

When he arrived at the fishing boat, Cao Xuan said to the old fisherman on the tip of the boat: "Old man, can you sell me this fried fish?"

When the fisherman saw that Cao Xuan was a high-flying Jianghu person, he was afraid in his heart, he was unwilling, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he said: "Yes, yes." "

Cao Xuan handed the fish he caught to the old man, and said with a gentle smile: "The old man doesn't need to panic, I will pay for your fish, we delayed your dinner, and these fish will be compensated to you!"

The old fisherman waved his hand again and again: "No, no, this fish will be given to the son as a little old man, and there is no need to pay." "

Cao Xuan put the fish he caught into the old man's fish basket as a mental damage fee to scare the other party.

After Tong Cheng Lingsu boarded the boat, he asked, "If you have rice, sell me a few bowls." "

When the old fisherman saw that Cao Xuan and the others were reasonable Jianghu people, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated, and he filled two large bowls of brown rice, mixed with more than half of the sweet potato sorghum in the rice.

Cheng Lingsu had a smile in his eyes, he enjoyed Cao Xuan's care and care very much, and only felt that this meal was better than the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and it warmed his heart when he ate it.

Seeing that the two of them did not dislike it and feasted on the meal, the old fisherman rarely showed a heartfelt smile, dealt with the fish caught by Cao Xuan, and fried it again.

After the freshly fried fish was cooked, the old fisherman brought it to Cao Xuan and the others, and said with a smile: "This is the child's fish, and the little old man borrows flowers..."

Seeing that the old fisherman's words suddenly stopped, Cao Xuan's eyes were calm, and he didn't mean to look down on the other party at all, and helped to add: "Borrow flowers and offer Buddha." "

"Yes, borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and the little old man borrows flowers to offer Buddha, so that the two of you can eat enough. "

Cao Xuan did not live up to the old fisherman's kindness and beckoned him to eat together.

The old fisherman felt the sincerity of the two, and once again understood that they were different from the people he saw on weekdays, so he no longer shirked and ate together.

The sky was completely dark, the moonlight was bright in the sky, and the shore was quiet everywhere, except for the sound of the surging river.

Cao Xuan and Cheng Lingsu were full of food and drink, and the old fisherman refused to accept his money for anything.

The two had no choice but to say goodbye to the old fisherman and prepare to find a place to stay.

Not long after walking on the shore, Cao Xuan suddenly heard a sound of fighting on the riverbank in the distance.

He was a master and bold, and walked in the direction of the sound with Cheng Lingsu.

In the bright moonlight, the two could see the fight scene clearly.

There were three people besieging an old man, who was wounded and bleeding incessantly, and had no blades in his hands, so he fought with the three men with both palms.

Cao Xuan could see clearly, the old man was a congenital master, his body was full of true qi, and his martial arts were much higher than the other three, forcing the enemy not to dare to get close.

It's just that he fell into a conspiracy, his state was not good, and he couldn't even give full play to half of his strength, and he was besieged by three less than innate martial artists with delaying tactics.

The old man's blood was flowing more and more, and his true qi was getting weaker and weaker.

The three of them made all killing moves, and the tricks wanted to put the old man to death, forcing him to be in danger, and when the old man's true qi was exhausted, it was the period of his destruction.

After about five minutes, the old man finally couldn't hold on, and suddenly roared angrily, with sadness and disappointment in his eyes: "Okay, I'll leave it to you." "

He reached into his arms to touch something, and the three people who besieged him rushed up, for fear that the things that the old man took out would be snatched away first, and the rhythm of the siege was suddenly chaotic, giving the old man a chance.

The old man stimulated the last true qi in his body, and the qi in his palms surged, and the fierce palm wind suddenly repelled the three of them, and he took the opportunity to turn around and run wildly.

Coincidentally, the direction he fled in was the place where Cao Xuan and Cheng Lingsu watched the excitement.

The six eyes intersected, and the old man's breath stagnated in surprise, and his speed slowed down instantly.

He didn't have time to think about it, sighed secretly, and turned to face the three people chasing behind.

At the same time, with one hand behind his back, regardless of whether Cao Xuan and the two could understand it, he tried to make a gesture of "hide it".

Cao Xuan saw that the scene in front of him was becoming more and more familiar, and then thought of the purpose of coming to Jingzhou, and almost determined the identities of these four people.

The old man was hit by a sword in his back, he was seriously injured, the oil ran out of lamps, he wanted to jump into the river to commit suicide, let the things in his arms sink to the bottom of the river with him, and he didn't let the three beasts pick up the cheap, but he didn't expect that there were people here!

He didn't want to involve two innocent lives because of this, so he had to take out the oil bag in his arms, and while walking towards the three of them, he used his last strength to still move the oil bag to the river and divert the tiger away from the mountain, so as to hide the traces of Cao Xuan and the others.

The three of them screamed loudly, regardless of whether the old man was alive or dead, and rushed to the oil ladle.

But there was a faster figure that flew towards the river like a wind, treading the waves under the moon, and grasping the oil bag in his hand.

"Hand over the stuff!".

"Look for death!".

Two of the three shouted angrily, and the last one had a cold and fierce gaze, one hand clutching the hilt of his sword, and the other seemed to be holding something in his hand, ready to attack.

Cao Xuan looked at the three people in front of him, threw the oil bag in his hand up and down, and saw that their eyes kept moving with the oil bag, and suddenly made an uncaught movement.

The three of them rushed forward instantly, but they didn't expect Cao Xuan to step on the river with one foot, and kick up with the other foot, and the oil bag fell into his hand again.

The three of them paused when they rushed forward, and they all glared at Cao Xuan angrily.

"Let me guess, well, the one holding the sword should be the iron lock Hengjiang Qi Changfa, and the fatal sword behind your master Mei Niansheng was stabbed by you. "

Cao Xuan looked at the person with cold and ruthless eyes, and Qi Changfa saw that he was the first to mention himself, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that I guessed correctly, then the remaining two are easy to guess, the older one is Wuyun Hand Wanzhen Mountain, and the other is the land god dragon Yan Daping. "

Wan Zhenshan snorted coldly and said, "Since you know our identity, you won't be arrested yet!"

Yan Daping followed closely and said, "If you hand over the things in your hand, I can spare your life." "

Qi Changfa was gloomy and did not speak, the people in front of him were very light, and they stood easily on the turbulent river, while they stood on the shore.

This person has the confidence to escape, and the intimidation cannot deter the other party, and surprise is the best way to seize the treasure.