Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 89|Qichengshan Mountain
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Let’s also say that Young Master Jinfeng arrived at the river. He heard that the government did not let the boat go into the water. He waved his hand and directly ordered his hand to buy the boat for three times the price.
Heavy money to open the way, naturally there is a solution.
There are several small wooden boats in the nearby fishing village. Each boat is too small to accommodate two or three people, and has no roof. It is not an awning boat that can shelter from wind and rain. This kind of boat is very light and can be carried by two big men.
When the government gave the order, the fishermen panicked and didn't know what happened. Seeing that all the big boats on the river were driven away, the small boats were burned. The fishermen were naturally reluctant, and took advantage of the chaos to carry some small boats into their homes.
Now some people are willing to pay a big price, and they are very excited.
There are also people who are afraid that the government will hold them accountable. They dare not say that there is a boat at home. When they see people from the same village come back with broken silver, they see more and more people gathering on the riverside. I thought that if I didn’t sell it, I’m afraid I would be snatched away, and it would be worthless. So they ran home and carried the boat out.
The ship is there, but the problem is not solved.
"Can this boat be used?" Young Master Jinfeng glared at the small wooden boats, his eyes full of suspicion.
The Qingjiang River is very fast, can such a wooden boat cross the river center smoothly? This is a boat fishing near the river bank, right?
The subordinates of Jinfeng Villa took up the question of their young master, and said helplessly: "My son, you said you want to buy a boat, and you also said that any boat will do. Anyway, you must see the boat today! "
"..."
These subordinates sincerely hope that Young Master Jinfeng will temper his temper. Although his villa has money, the owner of the martial arts is very high, the young owner is not really unreasonable, but people are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not hit the iron board? Many things are different from what you think. When you speak and behave, you have to stay a line. To give others a way out is to give yourself a way out.
"Okay, let me see the wind on the river."
Young Master Jinfeng waved his folding fan irritably and paced to the river.
The Qingjiang River is windy in spring and the water waves are urgent.
Young Master Jinfeng doesn't know how to be water-based, and when he sees this situation, he can't help but feel weak.
The people from the rivers and lakes near the ferry said rushingly: "Is there no good boatman in the nearby fishing village?"
"Yes, where is the boatman on the ferry?"
After changing the weekdays, Mr. Jinfeng must throw money away, and there will be as many boaters as he wants! Is there anything money can't do in this world? It's just a river, and it's not about reaching the sky and picking the moon.
Now he has a calm face and doesn't speak, thinking that going to Taijing is just to watch the excitement. Although the treasure of Li Di Ling is novel, he is also very interested, but Jinfeng Villa has money, so he can buy whatever he likes.
What is he anxious about?
"The tug goes into the water!" Young Master Jinfeng gave the order.
"The son!"
"Go to the nearby fishing village to buy some harpoons, fishing rods, fishing nets, etc., as well as stoves and charcoal. Let's sit on the boat and float by the river." Mr. Jinfeng unfolded the folding fan and said leisurely. The son is hungry."
Everyone was dumbfounded and watched the people of Jinfeng Villa go shopping.
Young Master Jinfeng leaned on the side of the ship, blowing the wind comfortably, as if he was really not ready to cross the river.
In the face of the enthusiastic people who couldn’t help but yell at the people from the rivers and lakes, Mr. Jinfeng ignored him and sneered: “My son can do whatever he wants. I don’t think Taijing has much to go. It’s better to go. Listening to tunes on the Jiangnan painting boat and eating Xihucuyu! As for the treasures of the imperial mausoleum, isn’t it still not there? What's the hurry?"
Everyone was so angry that they couldn't wait for the elders of the major sects at first, and then they couldn't cross the river. It was hard to see a big figure who was famous in the rivers and lakes, actually sitting in a boat fishing?
"You said, will all those people get the news and leave us behind?"
"No way, this is the shortest way from Yongzhou to Taijing!"
"What if you didn't go to Taijing? Although it is said that Emperor Li's Mausoleum was on the Yunshan Mountain in Taijing, none of those who said that have found the treasure! I think this is the truth of the matter, fooling us who have no way of doing things. , They got rich first."
This statement made everyone start to waver, and their hearts were uncertain.
Because the people of Jinfeng Villa are carrying a lot of horses, there are no big boats now, and the horses cannot cross the river. These horses are all good breeds, and they are too cheap to sell locally. So some people took horses and rushed downstream, trying to find a ferry a hundred miles away.
As a result, people looked bad, thinking that Li Di Ling was really not in Taijing, so he followed in a swarm.
Young Master Jinfeng on the boat: "..."
Just as he couldn't laugh or cry, and wanted to sigh with emotion, the hull of the ship shook suddenly and fluttered on the spot.
Young Master Jinfeng stabilized his figure and was about to reprimand his subordinates, but he saw the oarsman hurriedly turning around and said: "Look, young master, there is someone on the river."
On the open river, a person is very small.
But as long as someone sees it, everyone will not look away.
Because this person is walking on the surface of the river, the wind blows his robe sleeves.
It is reasonable to say that in such a strong wind, long hair will be blown into a mess, and the sleeves may be blown to his face. However, this person can maintain his appearance, and his hair and clothes are just moving with the wind and flowing smoothly. Like a fairy.
The distance is too far, not only can't see the person's appearance, but also can't tell what kind of clothes he is wearing.
But who cares about this? Walking on the surface of the river is like flat ground, does the martial arts reach this point?
"Slap."
Young Master Jinfeng’s fan fell, and then he quickly returned to his senses and understood why the boat was spinning on the spot, because the paddler was as shocked as he was, and he couldn't catch anything in his hand.
Everyone on the shore is similar.
First, a person saw it, and screamed after him. More people looked towards the river, with their mouths opening wider than one.
Most of them are not as shocked as the people at Jinfeng Villa, because their own strength is limited and they don't have a deep concept of super masters, so they still instinctively think that this is a mysterious figure who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
"The River God has appeared!"
The people working by the river knelt to the ground, kowtow in awe.
Young Master Jinfeng picked up the fan, stood up and stared at the man's feet.
Qinggong can walk on the snow without a trace, but flying on the grass and floating on the water is a description, because the body is fast to the extreme, and it looks like flying. When you want to cross the river, you usually kick up large splashes of water, and when the breath is exhausted, people will fall into the water.
But this man walked unhurriedly, with extraordinary bearing, really just like the people shouting, like a god.
Qingjiang is windy and rough.
Meng Qi's boots were completely wet. He kept walking without squinting or bowing his head.
The wood half the size of a door is floating in the waves.
Meng Qi seems to be walking slowly, but it's not like that at all.
His ability is not to splash excessively when pedaling on the water, and the upper body can maintain the same posture, plus he is already some distance away from the shore, others can't see his tricks.
Meng Qi will step on a plank to borrow his strength before he runs out of breath.
At this time, the plank will sink heavily and then float away in the direction of the current.
A black carp appeared in the river at the right time, and quickly slammed the wooden board towards the opposite bank.
If there were no fish, Meng Qi would have to "walk" down the river and don't think about crossing the river.
The black fish swims in the water extremely fast. The Qingjiang water is aura, and it hasn't swam freely through the water for a long time. Even if it is calm, some nature will be exposed when entering the water.
Meng Qi squinted at the black shadows passing by in the waves.
The doctor's real body is smaller than he thought. It is a big fish to the fishermen. He has thin arms, a flexible and vigorous body, and his scales are so bright that he can almost reflect his own shadow.
If people meet in the water, they will only yell in surprise, calling people to see, instead of treating the fish as a monster.
Because it looks like a carp, the conjoined size is also common.
However, the strength of this fish is incredible.
It doesn't need to hit the plank with fish tails, nor does it need to go to the top plank. It can change the floating direction of the plank for a short time with the waves caused by the rapid swimming.
This is a river, and the water is very urgent. It is as small as a plank so that the boats are pushed downstream. The ferry has to work hard to fight against the water. A boatman with poor skills cannot handle the Qingjiang ferry.
As a fish, it is good not to be carried away by the current.
Meng Qi looked at the doctor with admiration and didn't realize that when he became the original form, he was not an ordinary gerbil.
——Ordinary gerbils do not run as fast as Master Meng Guoshi, let alone its dexterity.
Actually, Moli didn't know that he had this kind of talent. The pool where he was "born" was too small. Although there were many streams in Qimao Mountain, the deepest part could not drown people, and the width of the river was less than one foot.
There are no big lakes, only ponds formed by melting snow.
The place is small, and the speed of fish swimming naturally cannot increase. How do I find it?
Mo Lei thought while swimming, if he was not strong enough, he might have died long ago when he was washed out by a mountain torrent. Where else could he struggle in the mountain torrent and transform into a human form and hug a tree?
No matter how urgent the Qingjiang River is, it can't compare to the eruption of mountain torrents.
Mo Lei was looking at Meng Qi in the water, and had to admit that even if some people walked across the river with their bags and carefully stepped on the wooden planks, they would be able to walk out of the detached and independent posture.
"..."
Reluctantly vomited a blister.
Moli was persuaded by Meng Qi, precisely because Meng Qi has this ability.
——The rumors are rumors after all. When the real Meng Guoshi appears, others will also treat them as fakes, and they will simply be in full view and do a play that others cannot imitate.
Now at Jiang Xin, Mo Li suddenly noticed a vast aura.
It jumped out of the water and looked to the north, which was the direction of Taijing.
Meng Qi also raised his head at the same time, gazing deeply at the outline of the mountain range far away.
"...I felt aura, a particularly wonderful taste." Meng Qi shook hands with his fingers, looking unpredictable.
Earth veins and spiritual energy echo each other, this is his breath.