In the south of the city of Qizhou, the unruly White Python River spouts white foam, rolling up countless large and small whirlpools, jumping and colliding from the 100,000 barren mountains with unruly eyes, roaring hoarsely, like a madman passing through the mountains. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Thousands of miles of the White Python River, goose feathers sink into the water, only in the south of the city of Qizhou thirty miles, the White Python River flows into the mouth of the Dalong River, this brutal and unruly river seems to have exhausted all its strength, here it becomes calm, a bay of more than 100 miles of clear water quiet and beautiful.

Before dawn, the white python estuary has been sailed and shadowed, and the fishermen of the three fish farms on the riverside got up early in the morning, rowing their own or rented fishing boats out of the river, and the big nets and small nets, big hooks and small hooks were busy.

When the sky is bright, the river in the middle of the three fish farms is crowded with fishing boats full of returns.

Countless fishermen squatted on the bow of the boat, holding a large sea bowl, gulping down the fish soup that their mother-in-law had just boiled, and greeting acquaintances in a rough voice. On the river in the distance, in the sound of the sails, the little sail shadow quickly approached, and more fishermen returned.

Countless fishing boats crowded together, but none of them landed.

On the wharf of the fish market on the shore, the stewards in the mansions of the dignitaries and nobles in the city of Qizhou, and the procurement of restaurants and restaurants in various places, all wore gorgeous clothes of silk and satin, pretending to sit in the teahouse and drink coarse tea, passing the time boringly.

In a three-entry mansion on the edge of the fish market, Chu Tian, who was sweating profusely, was wearing a pair of bullnose pants, panting heavily, stepping on strange steps step by step, the posture of his left palm was strangely undulating on his side, and his right hand held a two-and-a-half-foot-long, antique, heavy and abnormal bronze eight-sided sword, one sword and one sword stabbed out extremely slowly.

Every time the sword stabbed out, Chu Tian was like a sugar cane in a juicer, and a large piece of sweat broke out all over his body.

Drops of sweat continued to slide down the bronzed skin, dripping on the ground, leaving a clearly visible circle of sweat stains on the martial arts training ground paved with yellow sand, and quickly dried in the morning breeze.

"Three thousand five hundred and ninety-nine...... Three thousand six hundred!" Slowly stabbing out a sword, Chu Tian's body stiffened for a moment, he opened his mouth suddenly, and a white gas spewed out seven or eight feet away like an arrow, and it was stiffly frozen for three breaths in the morning breeze before it slowly dissipated.

There was a faint tiger roar in his chest, and the air around Chu Tian's body swayed suddenly, and the yellow sand under his feet swung seven or eight zhang away, forming a clear circle with a diameter of more than ten zhang on the ground.

With a flip of his palm, the bronze eight-sided sword was tightly clasped to a cowhide arm guard on his right arm, and Chu Tian walked to the square well in the corner of the martial arts training ground, fetched a bucket of water, and rushed down from his head fiercely.

Shaking his head vigorously, Chu Tian gritted his teeth, trying to forget the terrifying images in his mind that remained in his dream last night: dripping blood, broken body, a sharp knife light falling on his head, and the one-armed man with purple skin and square face full of righteousness smiling at him.

"It's been almost eighteen years, what the hell is this?"

The side door of the martial arts training ground opened, and several big men with thick arms and thighs, and a face full of flesh were wearing green cloth suits, bare chests, and showed a handful of black hair on their chests, carrying brooms and long-handled fences and walked in. They owed a debt to Chu Tian, tidied up the martial arts training ground without saying a word, and cleaned the yellow sand full of footprints and sweat stains as flat as a rock.

Chu Tian wiped off the water stains on his body, grabbed a set of green cloth robes hanging next to the square well and put them on his body, tied a pink hydrangea on his bun, and looked at his reflection through the reflection of the well water with bared teeth.

The eyebrows are like swords, the face is square, and a few scars of different lengths on the slightly black skin hide the last trace of childishness.

Chu Tian smiled at the reflection quite narcissistically: "It's quite handsome! However, the face is not white enough, no wonder every time I go to listen to the piano, I always spend money." ”

Two horizontal meat men carried over a big pot, full of a pot of fish soup boiled by the white python river's specialty small silver striped fish, the fish soup was fragrant, and there were more than a dozen bud rice flour cakes hanging on the edge of the soup pot, half of the cakes were full of fish soup, and they were baked crispy by the iron pot, and the sweet taste came to the face, Chu Tian, who had just finished the morning class, snorted suddenly, sat directly on the well fence of the square well, shook off his teeth and ate it.

After eating it like a storm, most of the pot of thick soup and more than five catties of bud rice flour cakes were eaten, and Chu Tian raised his head and asked the two men: "Ah Dog and Ah Qili, didn't you hear them come back last night?"

The two men owed a debt to Chu Tian, and then replied: "Brother Dog came back from a message last night, he found a nest of big green wolves in the mountains, and he is thinking about subduing them, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come back within three or five days." ”

Glancing at Chu Tian in embarrassment, a big man with a hint of envy and a hint of helplessness suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Brother Que, didn't Widow Tian leave him the door last night?"

Chu Tian was stunned, the pink hydrangea on his bun swayed, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed.

Lowering his head, he cleaned up the pot of fish soup to the end, patted his belly, Chu Tian stood up, casually pulled out a Qi Mei stick made of iron and wood from the weapon rack in the martial arts training ground, and strode out on his shoulder.

Seventeen or eighteen arms can run horses, fists can stand people, all of them have big shoulders and round waists, eight feet away, about nine feet away, their faces are full of horizontal meat, their faces are full of scars, and they are not good people at first glance The strong man carried the same ironwood eyebrow stick, followed behind Chu Tian majestically and vigorously, strode out of the courtyard, and walked along the bluestone paved avenue towards the fish market wharf.

Many people along the way saw Chu Tian and his party, and they were busy bowing and saluting from afar, and loudly called 'Chu Stall'.

Chu Tian returned the salute to passers-by with a smile all the way, and greeted them from time to time.

"Ah, Lao Luotou, the two arms have not hurt in the past two days? Why did you mend the fishing nets? Come on, I still have a bottle of tiger bone soaked wind chasing wine, go to my place and get it later!"

"Hey, Aunt Qian, why don't you see the eldest sister of my family? By the way, the little Zhao guy who works in the oil mill in the city of Qizhou has a first-class kindness and sturdiness, no gambling or prostitution, the most important thing is to take care of the family, Ming'er, I will make peace with the two of you?"

"Dog-in--Zhong Dagou, you-mother-dare to come back? Two days ago, your mother almost starved to death at home! Don't run, catch this guy for me, last time I said, if you go to Chengzhou City to gamble again, I will break your legs!"

A middle-aged man with the eyes of a roe deer had just turned out of the corner alley, and when he saw Chu Tian suddenly, he was so frightened that he turned around and ran. He ran in a hurry, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground with a 'snap' and fell half to death.

Before the big dog stood up, two of the strong men behind Chu Tian had already arrived in front of him, and the big bear-like feet stomped on his back fiercely. Zhong Dagou screamed hoarsely, scratching and crawling on the ground with both hands.