After the fishing boat sailed into the Yellow River Valley, Duan Zirui didn't need to worry about the rest, he and Wushuang and others sat in the lower cabin and talked about the past five years ago. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Five years ago, in such a weather, an old man went out on the boat twice in a row and did not catch fish, and several members of the old man's family were waiting for him to feed, so he thought about taking risks and trying his luck again.

There is no proverb on the Yellow River, "God will not die of hunger and blind birds", this proverb does not make sense here, because in this ancient river, God does not work, and the only king here is the iron-headed dragon king! Therefore, no matter how diligent you are, whether you can catch fish or not depends on the face of the iron-headed dragon king.

The old man's wrinkled face was full of sorrow, and he thought to himself, "What's the matter today? I had worshiped the Dragon King before I got out of the boat, so why couldn't I catch a fish?"

Actually, it stands to reason that with such a big net and such deep water, how could it be that there was not a shadow of a fish in the net? If it really didn't hit it, wouldn't it be an evil crime? What are you going to do again? Isn't this what you're doing against the Dragon King?

The old man did not believe in evil, so he went out of the boat again, and this time, the wind and waves in the river were so great that the small fishing boat floated alone on the river and was about to be overturned by the big waves several times.

The old man thought to himself, could it be that the fish in the waters where he used to fish are swimming downstream because of the wind and waves? His boat drove farther and farther, and gradually drove out of the water area that was relatively close to Lanzhou City. The old man also came to this water area for the first time, both sides of the river are endless loess mountains, the Yellow River has become unusually narrow here, and the wind has gradually stopped.

He sprinkled the last net of the day, success or failure in one move, and if he can't catch the fish, he can only blame the dragon lord for being blind.

Not to mention, it was really the dragon lord who didn't starve him to death, this net went down, when the winch pulled up, he obviously felt that the things caught in the fishing net sank, and as the fishing net was pulled up to the water, the river sank down the net, and the things inside were not light.

This coke is bad for the old man, it is so heavy, how many big fish must it be? He immediately took out the offerings and incense burner and kowtowed to the dragon king, and thanked the iron head dragon king for his blessing.

The more the winch pulled, the more he found that something was wrong, the water in the fishing net was still leaking out, but he had already pulled out half of it, but he had not seen the shadow of a big fish in the net, let alone a big fish, not even a small fish fry.

Gradually, a black tripod was revealed in the fishing net, and after the big tripod emerged from the water, it was still bubbling inside.

What should this do?

The old man has been fishing in the Yellow River all his life, and it is the first time he has seen this thing. However, I used to hear that there are many treasures in the Yellow River, and some people often hit the bronzes of ancient times, each of which is priceless.

But he forgot that everything in the Yellow River belonged to the Iron-headed Dragon King, and he was a mortal, how could he have the fate to own these ancient artifacts?

The more he looked, the more wrong it became, and when the winch dragged the copper tripod up to the level, he curiously took a bamboo pole and poked it in. This stab doesn't matter, but suddenly I feel that there seems to be a living creature under the boiling water in Dingzhong, and he doesn't let go of the bamboo pole.

Before the old man could react, he looked inside the big ding, and with a bang, a fleshy thing dragged his bamboo pole and exposed his head. Oh my god, what is that? That thing's head was pink, its facial features were burned by the boiling water inside, and it opened its bloody mouth and jumped out of the big ding, and pounced on the old man......

This night, the Yellow River is turbulent, like a tsunami, no fishing boat dares to fish, until the next morning, there is a sand boat pulling river sand through the river basin when found stranded on the shore of the fishing boat, there is no one in the fishing boat, there is a fishing net hanging on the edge of the boat, and so people take the fishing net out of the river to see, there is a bronze tripod inside, the bronze tripod is the corpse of an old man, the old man is bitten flesh and blood blurred.

People say that this is the iron-headed dragon king's condemnation of him, he should not be greedy, and he should not take the iron-headed dragon king's things.

"Huh...... Zirui, where did you hear about this?"

"The fishermen on both sides of the Yellow River know about this, but they can't believe it!" Duan Zirui said seriously.

"No, even if I believe it, but that old man went out to fish alone, how do you know what happened to him? There are a lot of monsters in the Yellow River, maybe the old man fell into the water and happened to meet the monster below, so he was gnawed, and then it happened that there was a bronze tripod sinking in that water, and his body fell into the bronze tripod. Wushuang saw that Duan Zirui's face was getting worse and worse, so he had to comfort him and tell him not to think about it.

"Ahem...... cough ......" the third uncle coughed a few times and walked down from the cockpit above.

"Zirui is right, there are too many exquisiteness in the Yellow River Basin. It's not something you Northeast people can understand. Every flood in the Yellow River is preceded by a foreshadowing, and fishermen always catch those strange things. This is a bad omen!" The third uncle was afraid that he would become the focus of the fishermen's after-dinner discussions in the future, and he didn't want to be that old man.

So, he simply didn't even want the fishing net, and directly immersed the fishing net in the river, and then he put his mind down and chatted with a few children.

At this time, it was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was still bright at five o'clock normally, and the fishing boats in the Yellow River were coming and going. But today, for some reason, there is not a single fishing boat on the water, and the fog is getting bigger and bigger on the water, and in the blink of an eye, I can't even see the water ten meters away.

Because the third uncle is also surnamed Duan, he has a little bit of the light of the Duan family, so his life must be much better than the old man in the story, and he will not lose his way if he wears radar.

The fishing boat followed the radar's direct gaze and moved closer to the nearest shore, this is not a good sign, something must happen on the water, the third uncle does not dare to be careless, after all, there are still distinguished guests when he wears it.

"Daddy, Daddy, come over and see what it is?" shouted the fish baby in the cockpit.

Everyone ran up to the cabin and looked in the direction of his finger, and under the light of the fishing boat, they saw a large iron gada emerging from the water, and the big iron gada was almost exactly the same thing that they had caught in their fishing nets just now.

"Yuwa, turn around, three o'clock, go!" the third uncle shouted in fright.

"Ouch, is this thing still keeping up with us?" said Wushuang grinning, hugging his shoulders.