Of Mountains and Rivers

What is "half ninety to one who travels a hundred miles", Chu Huan only understood it on this dangerous ship and one-leaf boat.

When a person was forced to a certain situation, he basically couldn't care less about panic, and Chu Huan slowly sat in the fishing boat to prevent his back from being burned by the "sea water".

Chu Huan really never dreamed that one day he would fall into the situation of "being burned to death by sea water". He felt that even if he was going to die, he could die very well.

While thinking like this, Chu Huan couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Nanshan glanced at him and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I can hold on for a while."

When Nan Shan said this, he seemed relaxed and considerate, as if he was just a customer who was sympathetic to the restaurant’s slow service during peak dining hours, as if the dead situation in front of him was just a trivial matter—of course, if it wasn’t for him With a haggard face to a certain extent, it looks more convincing.

While saying this, Nanshan wrapped the fishing boat with air currents, intending to repeat the trick, like the one they did in the waterfall, to separate the water and fire, and push the fishing boat out at the same time.

The degree of difficulty can be imagined. Fire is different from water. If the wind is not careful, it will help the fire. It will not work if it is stronger, and it will not work if it is weaker. .

When he got on the boat just now, Nanshan knew that he was at the end of his strength, and he was undoubtedly overdrawn at the moment. He didn't know how long he could hold on, and whether he could push the boat out of the burning sea.

But if you can't, you have to be able, no one can replace him, Nanshan supported the whole fishing boat alone, his hands hidden by his side trembled uncontrollably.

He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the smell of blood rose between his brows, forcing him to think about his tribe, the elders, Xiaofang, Chunchun, the riding whip, and the noisy cubs...

But the sky failed, as the fishing boat speeded up like a flash of light, the black shadows around them also chased after them like a shadow.

The fire also continued to linger, and on the sea, the flames spread like volcanic magma, surging outward with invincible ferocity.

The air current around the hull of the fishing boat was their last barrier, and Nanshan was crumbling.

The wind and fire are merciless, once Nanshan relaxes a little, the fire will roll over the lone boat on the sea without hesitation. According to the fire, they don't have to think about jumping into the sea—the wooden boat will definitely catch fire , they must have no escape.

There was a roar in Nanshan's ears, and his eyes turned black, and he could hardly see clearly. He closed his eyes calmly, so as not to let his companions notice anything strange.

However, his chest became tighter and tighter, and every time his heart beat, it seemed like a sledgehammer hit there. The sledgehammer repeated, getting heavier and more painful, and Nanshan suddenly felt a menacing pain in his throat. There was a fishy smell, and the hull of the fishing boat shook violently.

Nan Shan swallowed the mouthful of blood sharply.He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed Chu Huan's hand that was beside him.

Even if Nanshan didn't show any clues on the surface, the back of his hand with bulging veins and the tremor of the hull just now, as long as Chu Huan was not stupid or blind, he could see the pressure he was under.

Can't go on like this, but what should I do?

None of the three of them could share the pressure.

It was even more difficult for Chu Huan to calm down as it was about Nanshan.

Since the day they walked into the sinking ground, they have been suffering from all kinds of mental torture. At this time, Chu Huan's brain is like a broken computer that has not cleared the cache for a long time. It can be used in the present.

Their current belongings are only the bows and arrows that have just been emptied and have not had time to replenish. Each of them has a few weapons in a mess. The short knife that Nanshan gave him is a good thing, but the size is too small. Li probably only has the function of cutting flat fruits, and the other swords are stupid and rough. They look majestic, but they are actually not durable - the tail of the long knife that Yuan Ping threw to him just now has curled its blade.

What do they have left besides some water and food and medicine for no one knows what to use?

This is not to say that it is out of ammunition and food, but it is almost the same. The enemy is driving a fiery aircraft carrier. They are sitting in a small fishing boat with a big fart. What kind of armor, even his shirt was transformed into a towel with holes in it for his nose.

Even though Chu Huan's heart is full of gullies, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice at this time.

And just as he stretched out his hand to pinch the center of his brow in a state of desperation, Ruger suddenly spoke.

Luge was still standing at the stern, his pale skin was covered with a layer of golden red by the flames, Dan still didn't have a trace of warmth around him, and he was still an iceberg and snow cave that never melted all year round.

He turned his head and looked at Nanshan's vaguely blue face, and unconsciously rubbed his palm back and forth on the handle of the knife at his waist a few times, as if he was thinking about something.

Then Ruge turned to Chu Huan and called his name.

Chu Huan was taken aback. Ruge seldom called him by his name. At first it was because the two of them didn’t have a good relationship, and later it was because his name was a bit awkward for Ruge who couldn’t speak Chinese.

Chu Huan looked serious, thinking that Ruge stopped him and wanted to discuss with him some way to escape, but Ruge just paused, and then nodded to him calmly.

It was the unique, cold and arrogant etiquette of the Luge patriarch, as if he encountered it by chance when he went out and entered the hospital after dinner.

Then, Chu Huan heard Ruge say vaguely: "Actually, I don't know which direction to go when I get here. After all, I haven't been here in person. It's just that there was a legend a long time ago that he was a fisherman." When he went fishing, he encountered a shipwreck. In a daze, he hugged a piece of wood that drifted to nowhere. When he woke up later, the fisherman arrived at a place where "stardust fell into the sea, and the flood flowed upstream". , 'Shenxing Island' got its name from this."

Chu Huan was a little puzzled, and didn't have time to delve into it—now is not the time to discuss how to go to Shen Xing Island, their top priority is how to prevent themselves from being burned to pieces.

The patriarch of the gatekeeper probably doesn't know how many times life and death have passed by in a flash. At this critical point, every move is like a stroll in the courtyard, as if nothing happened, which is outrageous.

After Ruge finished speaking, he thought about it for a while, and probably felt that he had nothing to add, so he turned his head and glanced at Yuan Ping.

His eyebrows are drooping, his eyelashes are thick, and the tail even has a slight curl... Of course, I am afraid that no one has dared to study what the eyelashes of the gatekeeper's patriarch look like after all these years.

Everyone is afraid of him and fears him, and even his people rarely see him smile.

In contrast, Yuan Ping, who has been favored since he stepped out of the holy spring, seems to have some kind of privilege in front of Ruge.

Ruge said in a rambling voice: "For so many years, the farthest place I have been to is the river at the entrance of the mountain guard's village at the mountain gate. I’ve been there, it’s too foggy, I can’t see anything...but why are there so many people on the other side of the river? Do people over there have to live for a long time after they are born?”

Luge said very little, especially in this situation, he shouldn't have so many irrelevant emotions.

An ominous premonition suddenly appeared in Yuan Ping's heart, and he called out uneasily: "The patriarch..."

Luge bent down slightly, and pressed his cold hand on his head. After waiting for a while, he seemed to be at the end of his words, so he could only sigh inaudibly: "It's not easy to be a gatekeeper, you have to get used to it slowly. "

After finishing speaking, Ruger seemed to just casually took a step aside, and just jumped into the water without warning.

He was so arrogant that he didn't take anyone or anything seriously, not even himself.

Yuan Ping's outstretched hand in desperation only caught a fluttering strand of hair, and it fell crookedly onto his hand, as if it was still warm.

Yuan Ping's pupils dilated suddenly: "No..."

Luge in the water seemed to be smiling slightly. Before the fire engulfed him, the dark shadow had already enveloped him, and the black snake-like shadow greedily swept across the man's body.

Luge's body was frozen at that second, neither sinking nor floating, he was like a plastic dummy, placed in the fake sea of ​​plastic, moving back and forth numbly.

The frozen body is always like a water ghost...

It seems more like it.

Before Chu Huan could react, his shoulders lightened suddenly, and the poisonous snake Xiaolu, who was always tired of him, rushed out without hesitation. At the same time, Yuan Ping also rushed to the stern.

All of Chu Huan's emotions were delayed under stress, avoiding disadvantages. He first grabbed the poisonous snake's seven inches quickly, then hugged Yuan Ping tightly with the other arm, and shouted loudly: "Calm down!"

Yuan Ping struggled vigorously, and the hull swayed violently from side to side as he moved. During the struggle, Yuan Ping hit Chu Huan's stomach with his elbow. Chu Huan gasped and almost didn't spit it out. It was really hard for him to focus on one thing and lose another, so Chu Huan couldn't bear to growl into Yuan Ping's ear: "Is this the time to seek death and life! You fucking..."

But Yuan Ping turned a deaf ear to the rampant roar piercing into his ears, his eyes were red.

He is deaf, but Nanshan is not deaf.

He could hear such a big movement even though his ears were ringing badly. Finally, Nanshan couldn't hold on any longer, and vomited a mouthful of blood from his head tilted. Immediately afterwards, the hull of the ship shook again as he lost control, and the roaring flames With the scorching wind like a burning banner, it whizzed past their heads.

Chu Huan grabbed Yuan Ping's neck and pushed him down violently. The two narrowly escaped the flames.

Chu Huan eagerly wanted to go to the bow of the boat to see how Nanshan was doing, but he didn't dare to let go of Xiaolu and Yuan Ping, the veins on his forehead twitched wildly.

At this moment, a strange wind suddenly pushed over from the stern of the ship in a flat manner. The raging anger on both sides of the ship was split in two like Moses dividing the sea, and then a hurricane rose in the sea, relentlessly blowing the two sides together. The approaching shadows swept across the sky, sweeping a passage for the fishing boats.

Chu Huan heard Ruge's cold and familiar voice ringing in his ears: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go."

Chu Huan: "Patriarch Ruge..."

Yuan Ping, who was struggling, suddenly stopped moving. He first turned his head to look at Chu Huan, and then looked at the sea in panic, hoping that he could hear a few words.

Ruger said in a calm voice: "You said that you can only take advantage of the rules here if you are swallowed. It seems that you are right. I can stop them for the time being. Hurry up and leave."

No wonder he asked that day...

Chu Huan said anxiously: "Your consciousness is still there? Then you..."

Luge let out a "hey", probably because he felt that the question was a bit stupid, and it seemed that he was simply impatient with his long-winded words. The wind at the stern suddenly increased, almost lifting the small fishing boat out of the water, and galloped away all the way.

Chu Huan: "Luge!"

And his voice was caught by the wind at the stern, and it was broken into pieces... Luge really didn't want to listen.

Only Yuan Ping stood blankly at the stern until the fire wall and the man in the water were no longer visible.

Nan Shan opened his eyes and leaned against the side of the ship, his eyes staring blankly through the hazy sky.

Chu Huan silently raised his head, untied the water tube at Nanshan's waist, thought for a while, found some refreshing medicinal powder, scattered it in the clear water, and said in a low voice, "Drink some water."

Nanshan's eyes moved slightly following his movements, as if he had swallowed a few mouthfuls unconsciously, then he turned his head weakly, signaling that he would stop drinking.

Chu Huan stretched out his hand slowly, seeing that he had no objection, he carefully hugged Nanshan into his arms.

He felt helpless and speechless like never before, and after a long time, he searched his guts and found a futile comfort: "We are already at sea, as long as we go to Chen Xing Island, can't we find the holy book? Maybe the body of that thing Also, when the time comes, let’s set the fire on it too, okay? If there’s time, we’ll definitely have time.”

"Well, I know, it's nothing." Nanshan seemed to be simply responding to him, and smiled dumbly, without saying much.

Then he turned his head slightly, supported Chu Huan's shoulders and stood up.

Yes, nothing.

After the holy mountain and before the holy water, their clansmen, old and young, are still waiting.

Therefore, he had to go on, even when he reached the dead body and left a pile of fragments, he couldn't stop.

It's like... If the flat film man wants to break through the mountain gate, he must step over the corpses of all the gatekeepers.

It's all taken for granted.

"Luge's choice is understandable, very normal," Nanshan thought indifferently, "If you want to blame, you can only blame me for not thinking of this method."

In the silence of the three of them, the fishing boat walked forward for an unknown amount of time.

Afterwards, the surrounding area calmed down.

Later, the force that had been pushing them forward disappeared.

Ruger completely disappeared in an unattainable place, and could no longer escort them.

Xiaolu rustled up Yuan Ping's trousers, curled her long tail around his body, put her triangular head on his shoulder, and looked at him with a snake letter.

This time, Yuan Ping didn't cry out, nor did he shake it away in a panic. He stayed for a moment, then slowly raised a hand, and tried to touch the poisonous snake. The scales were as cold as imagined, but Not sticky.

For the first time in his life, he hugged a snake silently. It turned out that it was not as scary as he imagined, but he just felt uncomfortable because he was stuck in the whole body and had nowhere to go.

Ruger's propulsion stopped, so they had no choice but to pick up the scull, and somewhat clumsily steer the fishing boat on the sea, but in the boundless sea, where should they go to find a small island in the legend?

Chu Huan, who had been sitting silently on the side of the boat, stood up, only to shake the scull, and suddenly said: "From now on, we must make an agreement in three chapters. What happened just now must never happen again."

Yuan Ping raised his head and glanced at him wearily, but Chu Huan's gaze was already fixed on him: "Especially you, you have a criminal record."

Yuan Ping forced the corner of his mouth to curl up: "Will you come here?"

Chu Huan took a deep breath, and could not help but soften his tone: "I believe that we have not reached a desperate situation, and there is always a way. When something really happens, give me some time, let's not distract each other in this kind of place. Can you be on guard?"

Nanshan and Yuan Ping didn't speak, and the sequelae left by Ruge appeared without buffer.

Chu Huan turned his head to look at the dark sea in the distance, paddling the water again and again. After a long time, he turned his back to the two people on the boat and said in a hoarse voice, "I beg you, can't you?"

Nanshan finally couldn't bear it anymore, but he was very principled in his heart. Although he was willing to take a step back for Chu Huan, he still left room for himself: "Okay, I will never do such a thing again until I'm in a desperate situation."

Yuan Ping wanted to sneer in his heart, and wanted to say to Chu Huan, "Have you seen too many desperate situations?", but in the end it didn't make things worse.

When the words came to his lips, he turned around and swallowed them back.In the end, Yuan Ping just nodded lightly: "Well—do you have any ideas on how to get there?"

Chu Huan shook the oar for a long time, feeling that it was spinning in place. He simply threw the thing aside, pulled his hair vigorously, and squatted down along the side of the boat without saying a word, staring at the sea water in front of him.

Although his mouth was full of nonsense about "not reaching a desperate situation", he was already exhausted, and the emotions that had been delayed in the crisis burst out all at once, and all of them were blocked in his chest.

Chu Huan really wanted to yell "Don't ask me any more", and then jump off the boat directly.

The feeling of "I really don't want to live anymore" was the first time I jumped out after meeting Nanshan.

But after thinking about it, Chu Huan still maintained his superficial calm: "Let me think about it first."

Then he pretended to be contemplating, staring at the same sea water, his mind was so empty that he could raise a tank of fish.

At this time, the boat swayed suddenly without wind, Chu Huan was stunned, and looked at Nanshan suspiciously, but saw that Nanshan became visibly nervous, and put one hand on the knife at his waist.

Nanshan: "It's not me."

All three were silent, each standing on a corner of the fishing boat, and no one moved.

But the boat slowly and automatically turned an angle, floating up and down with the waves for a while, Chu Huan: "Wait, is that the person who carved the lettering? Who are you?"

Just as Chu Huan finished speaking, a small wind suddenly blew around him for no reason, gently rolling over his face.

It was as if someone had touched his face——as soon as the thought came to Chu Huan, his hair stood on end, and it was normal to be frightened from the depressed mood just now.

He jerked his head back, dodged it, and thought dumbfounded: "If you show the way, you can show the way. What does it mean to touch someone's face blindly?"