The strong wind rolled up the silver waves and rushed towards us quickly, as powerful as a tsunami.
At this moment, the white-haired old man had woken up.
He stared at the huge waves, but there was no trace of panic on his face.
I immediately stepped forward and said anxiously: "Old man, that huge wave is coming soon.
What should we do?
We can't wait like this."
The white-haired old man smiled slightly and said: "Calm down, old man, this is not the first time I have encountered such a huge wave.
Don't worry, I can handle it."
Even though he said this, I couldn't rest assured.
I retreated to the little Taoist priest and whispered: "If there is any danger later, just fly with your sword.
If you can escape, just escape.
Don't worry about me."
When the little Taoist heard this, he immediately shook his head and said: "Brother, we are brothers.
You are my elder brother.
How can I abandon you at this time and die together without caring about your own death?"
I knew that the little Taoist priest's bad temper was coming up again, and I couldn't say anything else.
The two of them looked at the huge waves approaching fiercely.
Just when the huge wave was less than fifty meters away from us, the white-haired old man finally reached out and grabbed the wooden oar on the boat.
At the same time, he shouted to me and the little Taoist priest: "You two grab the board, and I will chop the wind right now."
"Cut the waves."
The words of the white-haired old man shocked me.
Is this old man a hermit?
The little Taoist priest and I immediately climbed on the boat and reached out to pull the ring protruding from the board.
At this moment, the white-haired old man suddenly shouted loudly, and then quickly moved his hands.
As soon as he shook the oar, the whole boat was like an arrow leaving the string, and it sailed towards the distance with a whooshing sound.
The speed of our ship is so fast that even the huge waves behind us can't even catch our shadow if we try to catch up.
Feeling the extreme speed of the boat, in less than ten minutes, we swept away the huge waves without a trace.
At this moment, the white-haired old man stopped paddling.
He gasped heavily and then slumped to the ground.
It seemed that he was really exhausted just now.
The little Taoist priest and I stood up from the board of the boat and looked around.
It was already calm.
"Old man, it was really thrilling just now.
I didn't expect you to be so powerful.
I really admire you."
I was in a good mood after escaping the huge waves.
The white-haired old man coughed twice, and then replied: "No, no, no, time is not forgiving.
I think back then, when I paddled alone, the three ghost dragons behind me couldn't catch up with me.
Now I can escape After just one wave, I was so exhausted that I looked like this, ugh."
Although I didn't believe what the old man said, he was the one who saved us just now, so I comforted him: "Old man, you have a sword that will never grow old.
At that moment, even the two young men like us were beyond our reach."
The white-haired old man immediately became excited when I praised him.
"Young man, since you admire me, then I will tell you about my past deeds.
I remember back then, nine ghost dragons were chasing me behind me."
"Isn't Kujo Sanjo just now?
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Can this guy tell the truth?
Can't he brag about Thirteen and make a draft?"
Even though we knew he was bragging, the little Taoist priest and I didn't tell him.
Let him be happy and we would feel relieved.
On the magnificent Wangchuan River, a small boat floated slowly.
If you see it by the river, it is really a picturesque scene.
In the blink of an eye, we have been on the river for a day and a night.
Although we can't tell the difference between day and night in the underworld, we can calculate the hour at this moment with a simple calculation.
To be honest, I didn't expect the Wangchuan River to be so wide.
Yesterday, the little Taoist priest and I walked from the Naihe Bridge.
We could cross the river in half an hour at most.
But now it's better.
One day and one night, it's slower than a snail.
I won’t say it for a long time, and you can’t rush me yet.
Even if I can’t rush you, forget it.
I still have to listen to this white-haired old man bragging about Thirteen.
Bragging is nothing.
At least you can tell us when we will arrive at the shore.
I don’t know the whole question.
If not If I cannot fly after entering the underworld, I would have flown across the Wangchuan River long ago.
I lay on the boat bored and watched the river embrace us.
I felt really devoid of temper.
"I said, old man, you can at least give us an accurate message as to when we can arrive.
I really can't do it.
Let me paddle.
Look at my physique.
I can row one kilometer just like I am playing.
I won't win."
"If you don't hit my oar, no one else can touch it.
If you touch it, the boat will capsize.
This is a rule.
Otherwise, why would I be the only one on this huge river of forgetfulness who can ferry you across?
Just be patient.
If it doesn't work, I'll tell you about youth again.
How reassuring is Shi’s story, it’s free of charge, and it’s wonderful. ”
When I heard this, I quickly stopped him and said, "Old man, I suddenly felt a little sleepy.
Let's go to bed first.
If you need anything, call me."
The white-haired old man rolled his eyes at me angrily, and then said to the little Taoist priest: "Young man, I see you are a monk.
I wonder which sect you studied under?
Old man, I had many Taoist friends when I was still a human being.
Those friends must be much better than you in Taoism.
They look like they are immortals.
They are silent and don't have a smile on their faces.
Come out and let me enlighten you."
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When I heard this, I couldn't help being happy.
I covered my mouth with my sleeve and almost laughed out loud.
The little Taoist priest looked at the white-haired old man and pretended not to hear.
The look in his eyes seemed to say, are you talking to me?
When the white-haired old man saw that the little Taoist priest was all lumpy, he closed his eyes angrily and dozed off.
Time passed little by little and I fell asleep several times.
At this moment, the little Taoist priest suddenly shouted: "Brother, look, we are about to dock."
When I heard this, I sat up suddenly and looked forward.
No, although it was a little dark in front of me, I still saw rows of houses and locust trees.
The white-haired old man also heard what the little Taoist said, and then he sighed softly and said: "It is a deserted village, and the village is full of evil spirits.
The officials in Fengdu are not willing to take care of it.
If we go, we will probably be persecuted.
Still.
Just get around it” As he spoke, he was about to get up and paddle.
But just as the white-haired old man stood up, we suddenly heard a deafening howl.
This sound obviously came from the bottom of the river.
Is there some monster in the Wangchuan River?
When the white-haired old man heard this sound, his expression changed drastically for the first time.
"Bah, bah, bah, I'm a crow's mouth.
Let's go to this deserted village.
We can reach Fengdu if we pass through the deserted village."
He had just said that the deserted village was filled with evil spirits and was very dangerous, but now, he had changed his mind again.
Could it be that the thing under the river is more powerful than the ghosts in the deserted village?
I watched the white-haired old man swing the oar, and then asked: "Old man, what is there under the Wangchuan River?"
"Didn't I tell you what a ghost dragon is?
I was chased by a ghost dragon back then.
If it weren't for my amazing arm strength, I would have died in the river."
"Wait a minute, didn't this old guy say Ichijo before?
Ichijo means nine.
How many are three, nine, and one?"
I was a little dizzy because of him, could I still have a pleasant chat?
The white-haired old man once again displayed his extraordinary rowing skills, and a canoe once again cut the Wangchuan River in half.
The river bank was close at hand, but at this moment, I saw a black whirlpool suddenly appear on the river behind me.
At the same time, a creepy dragon roar came from the whirlpool.
The emergence of the whirlpool made it difficult for the canoe to continue moving forward, and instead slowly moved backwards.
The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and rowed hard, but he still couldn't change the reality.
Suddenly, there was only a loud bang, and then our canoe began to shake violently.
Taking a closer look, my dear, I don't know if the tail of this boat was bitten or swept.
In short, it has been torn apart.
The gurgling Wangchuan River immediately poured into the boat.
As soon as I saw it, I quickly picked up the big water ladle that the white-haired old man had prepared long ago and quickly scooped up the water.
But no matter how fast the ladle scoops water, how can it be faster than the spread of the river?
At this moment, the white-haired old man shouted loudly: "The ship is about to sink.
You two wish yourselves well, old man, I will evacuate first."
As he spoke, the old guy took out the oar, raised it above his head with both hands, and immediately spun it quickly.
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It was like the propeller on a helicopter, taking him flying.
When I saw him running away like this, I immediately yelled: "I bought a watch last year, old beast, you are so unjust, be careful not to fall into the river."
As soon as I finished speaking, the old man's body really sank and he almost fell into the river, but in the end he stabilized his body and slowly flew towards the shore.
The canoe continued to sink, and it was time to jump overboard.
Soon enough, at the moment when the whole hull of the boat entered the river, I was lifted up.
I looked up and saw that it was my good brother, the little Taoist priest.
At this moment, he was stepping on the Xintinghou sword, and the blade was shining with dazzling golden light.
"Brother, don't be stunned, come up quickly."
Hearing this, I exerted my strength with both hands and hung them directly on the sword.
The little Taoist priest and I slowly flew towards the shore with the help of the Xinting Hou Dao, but at this moment, we only heard a crash under our feet.
I turned my head and looked around.
A huge horse face, a pair of pitch-black horns, and a pair of sharp claws appeared in my sight.
But just that one dark eyeball is bigger than me alone.
This is so fucking crazy.
I know that this is the ghost dragon that the white-haired old man talks about.
I never expected that I would actually see a dragon with my own eyes in my lifetime.
The ghost dragon roared, then suddenly opened its bloody mouth.
A feeling of coldness instantly spread throughout my body.
Seeing the bloody bites coming at me quickly, I really felt a little desperate.
I didn't expect that I would die in the mouth of the ghost dragon before I rescued Ling'er.
This was really like dying before I left the battlefield.
"No, even if I die, I can't let the little Taoist priest die with me."
After this thought came to my mind, I stood up suddenly, stood on the Xintinghou knife with both legs, and rushed towards the ghost with all my strength. dragon.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly shot from the shore.
The golden light was extremely fast and hit the ghost dragon almost in the blink of an eye.
Only a scream was heard, and the ghost dragon was beaten back.
But its big tail rushed out of the river silently, and hit me and the little Taoist priest firmly with its tail: