Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"Jingle Bell."

It was just an unusual ringing, but it was like an order.

Da Jiang, who had only been gentle just now, turned his face suddenly!

The sudden screaming wind screamed, screamed, and rushed, stirring up the dense fog to gather, hover, and solidify, like a pale, creeping copper wall and iron wall, and the small boat was heavily enclosed.

Let the boat be thrown, pushed, rotated, and slapped constantly by the violent currents!

The veteran was caught off guard, and under his instability, he was almost thrown out by a sudden violent bump.

Fortunately, when half of his body flew out of the ship's side, the Taoist beside him pulled him in time.

The veteran clasped his hands tightly on the side of the ship, took a few breaths, and was about to thank the Taoist.

Suddenly, his eyes shrank, a big breath stuck in his chest, and he forgot to spit it out.

He was surprised to find out.

Just under the boat.

In the depths of the rapids.

A huge black shadow lurked faintly.

The veteran trembled and looked up, the sight was boundless.

"boom!"

Another wave hit him, pushed him back into the cabin, and poured him into a soup, but the veteran didn't realize it, shaking his face with pleats, and pointed at the river in panic.

"There is...in the water..."

He couldn't tell what was in the water, he just stammered and made crazy gestures.

"Lao Zhang."

At this time, the Taoist next to him called out, and his voice was surprisingly flat.

Only then did the veteran discover that in this strange wave, the young Taoist still looked plain and plain, and even the questions he asked next were plain and weird.

"Can you drive a boat?"

Perhaps deterred by the calmness of the young Taoist, the veteran blurted out.

"My family has lived on the waterfront for generations, how can I not drive a boat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another wave came, and the boat almost capsized, but the veteran's heart was hit by the big wave.

He slumped on the boat with a tragic expression and muttered to himself:

"The old man joined the army in fifteen and moved to the south of the Yangtze River, the north of the Yangtze River, the Central Plains, and the north of Xinjiang. He luckily lived to be eighty years old, but he didn't dare to die in a foreign land. Now, after finally getting the permission, I can disband my armour and return to the field. , But they didn’t even have a chance to give incense to the two elders, so they had to die in the big river at the door of this house."

While talking, he was actually covering his face and sobbing.

"Never mind, never mind. To die in this river is not considered a foreign land. I only hope that this Jiang God has a kind heart, swallowed my flesh and blood, can let my soul go home and see my family."

He wiped his tears and nose indiscriminately, raised his head, but was surprised to find that the man was unhurriedly unfastening the wooden box behind him, laying it on his knees and opening it, revealing a bronze dagger inside.

Four fingers wide, one and a half feet long, simple and simple, with a little red rust on the body of the sword.

Huh?

Shouldn't patina be emerald green?

Somehow, for a while, the veteran unexpectedly came up with such an untimely thought.

Immediately, he saw the Taoist take out the bronze sword, suspend the sword tip down on the water, and then throw his hand away, allowing the short sword to sink into the water.

What is this for?

The veteran was surprised, but saw the Taoist tapping the scabbard lightly with his fingers, as if counting.

one.

two.

three.

The veteran finally couldn't help it.

"Leader, what are you doing..."

I didn't finish asking a sentence.

In an instant, the storm was quiet.

There was no strong wind, no turbulence, and no thick fog like a copper wall and iron wall.

If it wasn't for the inertia of the boat and the spinning on the water, the veteran really thought it was sinister, but the wind chill had caused a nightmare.

"Lao Zhang."

"what?"

The Taoist reminded: "Fuck."

The veteran only regained his senses a little now, and was busy holding onto the scaffold to make the boat stable again.

And the Taoist put his hand out of the boat again, and lightly fished it, unexpectedly he got back the bronze dagger again!

He slowly dried the sword with the hem and put it back in the box.

This calm and faint posture is like a mid-spring banquet. The wine cup falls into the flowers, picks it up, wipes off the soil and dew, and then re-pours the wine and drinks the banquet.

But the veteran's mind was still stuck in the turbulence, filled with suspicion, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But he didn't let him speak.

"Boom."

The veteran watched in a hurry, but saw a "big bag" suddenly appeared somewhere on the surface of the river, and a large amount of crimson blood poured out from it.

Immediately afterwards.

The sound of "pop, pop" kept on.

The entire surface of the river seemed to boil, and along with it, the endless red pavement unfolded.

In no time, Da Jiang turned into a river of blood!

The veteran took a breath, and he could hear it.

"Lao Zhang, let's hurry up."

The man smiled and said:

"This drizzle is like a beauty. When I first saw it, it was cool and lovely. After a long time, it made people feel uneasy. Let's go to the other side and find a place to shelter from the rain to drive away the cold."

Wherever the veteran dared not to follow, he had to shake off the long lull with full of horror and doubt, and drove the boat in the boiling river of blood to the other bank.

Only when the South Bank approaches.

He couldn't help but glance back.

The whole body's hairs suddenly stood up!

Just look, in the middle of the river, there is a faintly large scaled behemoth, floating in the crimson river.

The veteran had lingering palpitations, but he gave a cold look and was even more shocked.

"That is……"

There was a trembling sound on the tip of his tongue.

"Jiang God?!"

Taoist glanced.

"What Jiangshen?"

He didn't care.

"It's just a pigpolong that doesn't become a climate."

…………

Until the two of them came ashore with a donkey.

At this time, the clouds are resting and the rain is harvesting, and the sky is clear.

The rain and fog on the banks of the Hengjiang River have dissipated, and the scenery on both sides of the bank has been unobstructed.

Look at Jiang Xin.

The Manjiang Chiliu and the corpse of the "Jiang God" were washed away for the big wave, but the river was still rolling eastward.

The veteran finally relaxed when he stepped on the ground.

"Thanks to the Taoist leader, otherwise the old will be harmed by that'Jiang Yu'."

"It's just that we can help each other in the same boat."

Taoist waved his hand.

"Besides, I have something to trouble Lao Zhangli here."

Seeing the sky was clearing, the Taoist took off his robes and hats, but revealed a monk-like short hair.

Taoist, or Li Changan, bowed his hand to the veteran.

"Since just heard that Lao Zhang's house is on the edge of Xiaoshui City."

"It's true that I don't want to conceal the truth, this trip to Xiaoshui is to go to Xiaoshui, Zhengxian no one can give directions."

"If Lao Zhang doesn't dislike it, can he take the poor road a ride?"

…………

Feeling closer to hometown is even more timid, and dare not ask anyone.

After the encounter on the river, the veteran didn't know where he was. Although this man was young, he was not an ordinary person, but a monk with a different skill, so his attitude was inevitably respectful and restrained.

But as I get closer and closer to home.

The veteran was filled with the tension and excitement of going home. That point of restraint was long gone. He only caught Li Changan and talked all the way.

Talking about the scenery of the hometown, the people and soil of the hometown, the streams in front of the village, the rice fields behind the village, and the absurdities of childhood, and old friends who do not know whether they are still alive... He kept inviting Li Changan to be a guest at his house.

But it's really my hometown.

A small village in a valley.

He lingered and did not dare to approach.

After a while, ask if the clothes are inappropriate, and then if the bun is loose. Just when the Taoist thought he was finally nervous, he asked in a panic: Will this armor scare his neighbors?

But immediately, he laughed at himself and said, "I'm alone, where can I get the clothes to change? Besides, it's already decayed into this appearance, and who can he scare?"

He took a deep breath together, full of anticipation and anxiety, and finally walked to the village.

Li Changan lags behind, looking at the village.

The fog in the mountains dissipated slowly, and it was still like a misty mist as it approached noon.

Corresponding figures in the village are all covered in the fog, and the shadows are not real. From a distance, it looks like some lonely ghosts are floating in a mirage.

Li Changan shook his head, led the big green donkey, and followed.