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Yao Dasha had just chopped a load of firewood from the mountain, and before he could tie it up, a thunderclap startled him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 He looked up at the cloudy sky, and his mouth couldn't help but curse, and a gust of wind blew away the only shabby cotton coat he had. But he didn't feel any chill at all, and when he saw the dark clouds in the sky, he couldn't help but speed up the movements in his hands. Several thick hemp ropes bound the bundles of firewood so hard that when he tied up the two heavy bundles of firewood, a few lightning flashes passed through the sky, and then a torrential downpour poured down.

"It's damn weather, it's so cold, it's thundering, and it's very dry at this time of year." I couldn't help but mumble again. He quickly carried the two bundles of firewood on his shoulders, and without caring about the few bundles of firewood on the ground, he rushed down the hill with his legs.

The heavy raindrops soon wet the tattered cotton clothes on his body, but there was nowhere to hide in all directions, so he could only run towards his house as fast as he could. But the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is no intention of stopping at all. The rain fell so suddenly, the thunder sounded so shockingly, the panicked Yao Dasha scolded this god fiercely in his heart, and at the same time sighed his own misfortune. It doesn't rain in the morning, it doesn't rain in the evening, but I have to make firewood and prepare to go home, so there will be a rainstorm.

He carried two bundles and ran to the bank of the Yellow River, and saw that there was a towering tree on the bank that was still thick with green shade. So he ran to the tree as fast as he could, and put the wood under the tree. And the rain hit the leafy green leaves, and there was a crackling sound. Only a small amount of the rain fell through the gaps in the leaves, which was much better than running around in the rain.

Rushing under the shady tree, the simple mountain man was terrified in his heart, if a few more thunders and lightning flashed, then he would rush out of the bottom of the tree again. Fortunately, his luck was good, and after a torrential rain, there were a few thunderous thunderbolts and a few blinding lightning bolts, and there were no more thunderstorms and lightning after he entered the shady tree. Only the bead-sized raindrops poured down, as if to rain the whole winter.

Hurry up and stop, the family is counting on these two bundles of firewood to be exchanged for money to buy rice in the pot, Yao Dasha couldn't stop praying in his heart, maybe his heart is sincere, and the torrential rain suddenly stopped. Droplets of water fell from the leaves of the towering tree, drenching him like a chicken in soup. He wiped the rain from his head with his hands, combed the messy hair on his forehead, and took the two bundles of soaked wood and walked out of the bottom of the tree.

And he subconsciously glanced at the rushing and roaring Yellow River, and his heart suddenly tightened, because he saw a floating white shadow on the bank of the river, which seemed to be a person. But he wasn't sure, after all, there were too many supernatural things in the Yellow River, and he had heard them from the old people in the village since he was a child. The white shadow drifted slowly towards him with the river, and the white shadow slowly approached him. His heart trembled, and he finally saw what the white shadow was.

Floating above the water was a man, a man dressed in white, who was surrounded by a thin layer of ice, presumably washed to the shore by the river, and then slowly went downstream with the river. Yao Dasha is not a fool, but his body is much taller than ordinary people, and his appearance is relatively simple, stupid and stupid, so people in the same village call him Yao Dasha. He has a name, and his real name is Yao Dayin, so the people in the village directly removed his hidden son and replaced it with a stupid word.

It was a human life, and he wasn't sure if the man in white was dead, but he decided to go over and take a look. So he threw down the two bundles of firewood that had been on his shoulders again, and walked quickly towards the white-clothed figure that slowly floated down. Fortunately, the figure in white was washed up on the shallows by the Yellow River, not very deep, and when he rushed down into the river, it was just above his knees, and he intercepted the figure in white.

A cold meaning came from the palm of his hand, pushing away the wrapped thin ice, and Yao Dasha dragged the man in white up. When he saw the face of the man in white clearly, he was stunned, but what appeared in front of him was a pale but extremely beautiful face. Her closed eyes exuded a touch of holiness, and her snort gave off a slight blue-like scent. In his hands is a girl like a sinking fish and a goose, and he came up with such a word to describe the girl in his hand.

It's just that there is a big bruise on the woman's forehead, which seems to have hit the stone in the river when it was hit by the river, but the bruise on the forehead does not affect her stunning appearance. Under the little nose like Qiongyu was the small mouth of the red cherry, although there was some purple, but Yao Dasha was still stunned.

Feeling the woman's faint pulse, Yao Dasha knew that the fairy-like girl had not completely lost her vitality, so he hurriedly picked up the unconscious woman in white and walked towards the riverbank. At this time, he completely forgot that there was still firewood under the big tree like a canopy, in fact, it was not that he had forgotten, but saving people was like fighting fire, he wanted to hurry back, ask his wife, and see how to wake up this girl.

Carrying this death-like woman on his back, Yao Dasha walked for nearly half an hour before returning to his village. This is a small village on the edge of the Yellow River, and the village is next to a small mountain peak. And the Yellow River roared past the foot of that peak. A few dilapidated thatched huts, this is an old, impoverished little village.

"Mother, mother!" Yao Dasha carried the strange woman on his back, panting back to the small grass hut of his house, and before he reached the door, he broke his throat and shouted, but what awaited him was a dull silence. There was no response from the grass hut, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart, but he still rushed into his own grass hut with a quick pace. Then he put the cold, soaked woman, on his mother's bed.

Then he withdrew, and he was anxious that the woman he had rescued from shore was unconscious, and that he had a lot of poop. So he had to sit alone on the rain-soaked stone pier in front of his house, quietly waiting for his old lady to come back.

After a while, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and the wall in front of the thatched hut creaked open, and through the door entered an old woman in rough clothes and silver hair. The old woman was followed by two men, who followed the old woman into the house.

"Mother, you're back." Yao Dasha saw that it was his mother who came in, and a spirit rushed forward quickly, shouting to her in a hurry. He wanted to tell the story of saving the woman, but when he saw two men behind his mother, he blurted out the words and swallowed them back into his stomach.

"Da Yin, these two guests fell into the Yellow River, and they died until they climbed ashore, hoping to find something to eat." The old woman didn't see the strange look in her son's eyes. Raising a pair of cloudy eyes, she said to him, and then the two men behind her introduced her son.

Yao Dasha looked at the two men behind his mother's body, one of the men was older, and his brocade robe was still stained with water, but his red face was impressive, and the red-faced man was holding a golden stick with eyebrows in his hand, and he didn't know what material it was made of. The other man was a teenager, dressed in a gray power suit, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a resolute and handsome face that had just taken off his childishness. These two men exude an extraordinary temperament, and they should not be ordinary people.

And thinking of what his mother introduced just now, the two people obviously had water stains on their bodies, and I don't know if they have anything to do with the woman they saved. Yao Dasha secretly guessed in his heart, but he still decided to go first

If they don't tell this story, if they are enemies, then the woman is not finished, and he saved the woman, and the two men may not even let go of themselves in anger.

"Excuse me, auntie, my brothers and I just want to find something to eat, my brothers and I finally escaped from the Yellow River, using all their strength, no, there is no goods in the stomach, and they are so hungry." The red-faced man smiled slightly and explained to the old woman.

"Alas, the two strong men, it's not that the old body doesn't agree, but the cold house can't get any food at this time, and the child went to fetch some firewood today, and he has to go to the city to buy some good money to buy some food to satisfy his hunger. I'm really sorry, but my mother and I don't have any particles left at home. The old woman sighed and explained to the red-faced man.

"In that case, my brothers and sisters will not disturb the eldest lady," said the red-faced man with a kind smile, and after saying that, he glanced at the other gray-clothed young man, and was about to withdraw from the grass hut courtyard.

"It's not that the old body is too talkative, I don't know why the two of you fell into the water in this cold winter, isn't there some powerful enemy who can't chase and kill." , The old woman who was originally cloudy in her eyes flashed a trace of essence at this time, and her two men asked. Her hidden essence was not discovered by the two men, nor by the Yao Dasha who was standing aside. The wrinkled forehead was like pine bark, and the old woman with such an ordinary appearance did not attract the attention of the two men.

"Alas, it's hard to say, but I was hurt by a powerful woman, but I'm ashamed to say it. My two brothers took their leave and bothered. The red-faced man smiled faintly, bowed down with the gray-clothed young man and saluted the old woman, and then slowly withdrew from the courtyard of the thatched house.

If this is the case, it turns out that these two people and the woman are enemies, fortunately they didn't say it, otherwise it would be troublesome, Yao Dasha's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but secretly think. When the figures of the two disappeared from his sight, and he could no longer hear the footsteps of the two people, Yao Dasha secretly ran to the courtyard gate and looked around for a while, and then closed the courtyard door.

"Why are you sneaking around like this, it's hard to be a thief in broad daylight. Hurry up and open the courtyard door, don't make the neighbors laugh. When the old woman saw Yao Dasha behaving like this, she couldn't help but be puzzled, and she hurriedly shouted softly to her son. And she scanned the entire courtyard in a blink of an eye, but she didn't find a bundle of firewood, and her face was a little gloomy.

"Mother, don't be angry, today I saved a woman by the Yellow River,??????" Yao Dasha hurriedly told the story of saving the woman. After he finished speaking, he waited anxiously for the other party's reply, and to his delight, his mother's face finally improved.

The old woman entered her own thatched hut, while Yao Dasha waited anxiously outside, his heart seemed to be pressed against a big stone, and he was panicked. He didn't know if the woman was still saved, and he didn't know if his mother could save the woman, and this anxious waiting made him feel inexplicably irritable. The rainstorm had stopped, and now he remembered that the bundles of firewood he had collected were still left outside, and he hurried out of his courtyard again.

The tiger fell into the plain and was bullied by dogs, and the phoenix in the water was not as good as a chicken. The two men who left from Yao Dasha's house were Ling Tianyun and Zhao Kuangyin, they didn't think that they were so close to the cold fairy in white and arrogant snow, whether all this was providence, and the fate of passing away and making mistakes seemed to indicate something, and what kind of fate would Dugu Aoxue face.