into delusion

The rain continued for two or three hours, and it didn't really stop until it got dark. The two had already rested early, and continued on the road as soon as the rain stopped.

Shen Yan had already been delayed on the road for quite a while because of the chasing and killing by the Zhaixing Tower, and now it was only a few days before the January appointment at Bailuan Peak, so he couldn't help being impatient.On that day, Gan Sanlang went to Bailuan Peak alone and caused such a big disaster, if he and Young Master Lingyun hadn't made a bet, they would have met each other immediately.However, thinking about it now, Wei Lingyun probably knew that he would not be able to keep the appointment at that time, so he made such an aboveboard gesture.

With this series of traps one after another, it is not difficult to see that Zaixinglou wants to put Gan Sanlang to death. As Gan San's best friend, how can Shen Yan be willing to rest for a while.Therefore, the two of them stayed up all night, and drove a hundred miles away with the stars and the moon, until it was almost noon, Yan Mo stopped first.

"Brother Yan?" Shen Yan had something on his mind, but he would not ignore the actions of the people around him. When Yan Mo stopped, he stopped immediately, and turned his head to ask.

"I'm tired of walking, let's find a place to cross the river." Yan Mo's voice was slightly cold, with the meaning that he couldn't refuse.

Shen Yan couldn't help being taken aback, but when he glanced at the river bank not far away, he also smiled: "Yes, the river here is narrow, so it's a good place to cross the river."

The width of the river here is hard to judge, but Shen Yan's own internal strength is not difficult to see. After detoxification, he only stayed at the ghost doctor for two days. Seriously injured people who escaped.After galloping for hundreds of miles, not to mention the complexion on his face, the real energy in his body, even the clothes on his body are a bit more embarrassing than Yan Mo.

In order to avoid being pursued by the Zhaixing Building, the two of them did not choose the straight and spacious official road, but galloped along the small road. This kind of dirt road is flooded by rain, and it is inevitable that it will be muddy. Yan Mo's light work can naturally avoid muddy water Well, if it were Shen Yan, he wouldn't have the energy to spare.The white shirt on his body has long been mottled, and the hem is almost the same as the gray shirt.

However, even in this embarrassment, Shen Yan didn't want to delay any longer, but if he changed his journey to crossing the river, it would not delay his journey, and he would have at least an hour's rest time, which would of course be great for him.But Shen Yan didn't seem to notice the meaning of the other party's words, and smiled lightly as before, pointing forward with her finger: "It seems to be a fishing village in front, why don't you go and see if there is a ferryman."

Yan Mo glanced at him and walked over without answering.

The fishing village is just three miles away. It is a small village. It depends on water and water. It has been fishing and hunting for generations.It's just that the villagers have been fishing on the river all year round, and they are very familiar with the Yellow River. Now it's raining heavily, not to mention how turbulent the river is. Shen Yan searched around the village, but no one was willing to take them across the river.

In the end, Yan Mo took out the money and directly bought a dilapidated fishing boat, and the two were able to make the trip.

With the boat in hand, Shen Yan didn't refuse anymore, and lightly jumped onto the sampan, and sat down on the bow of the boat casually.Yan Mo behind him tapped the penny, and the boat sailed closer to the river.

It was only ten months since the last time I crossed the river, but everything I could see seemed to have changed.The Yellow River in the daytime is not as gentle as the night. It has just rained heavily, and the rising river has not yet receded. The rolling turbid waves are like roaring angry dragons, washing the land on both sides of the river. , like a flood that destroyed a village farmhouse somewhere.

In this torrent, the small boat they were on seemed so small, and the waves washed against the board, making a squeaking sound, as if it would be swallowed by the turbid waves in an instant.Large and small eddies are no longer lurking at the bottom of the water, but instead emerge from the surface of the water, scrambling and colliding with each other, splashing waves more than a foot high, as if the undercurrent below is unwilling to be lonely, waiting to catch those dead things that swim across the river Living things, they devour.

Such a precipitous and raging wave, in front of Ji Nian's fishermen, is also unavoidable, but the expression on Yan Mo's face has not changed, his wide sleeves are tied around his wrists, and the hem of his clothes is tied up around his waist. The pole expanded and contracted in his palm, and the boat was brought out of danger with just a few clicks. The oars were more flexible than dead objects, and they steadily cut through the waves, leading them forward at a high speed.

This kind of boat maneuvering ability is enough for any river, but it seems to be insufficient for the flooded Yellow River.Before I reached the center of the river, I saw a huge tree floating upriver.The trunk was probably broken by lightning, and from a distance, half of the tree was burnt and half black, and most of the leaves had been washed away. Come.

The big tree was swaying, it was several feet longer than the boat the two of them were on, now that the boat was in the middle of the river, how could they dodge it.Yan Mo frowned, and said in a low voice: "Grab it firmly!"

Following the words, his legs had been separated, supporting the sides of the cabin, and the penny in his hand shot out like lightning, and accurately and accurately touched the intact trunk of the big tree.The huge forces from the two sides collided, and the penny was crushed into an arc suddenly with a sound. However, the boat has no roots, so how could it be against the impact of a giant log? Hit, volley and fly.

The bright sun cleared after the rain above the head, and the roaring torrential turbidity was under the feet. At this moment, the two people sitting on the boat seemed to be floating in the air, and only a solitary boat connected them closely.

Shen Yan sat on the bow of the boat, grabbed the side of the boat with one hand, her face was as if drunk, with a faint blush.Such a spectacle, such a feat, he should pull out Wuying, flick the sword and sing, just like any close friend in life and death, facing the blue sky and the Yellow River, laughing heartily.But he couldn't laugh, those lacquer-like pupils were firmly locked on the vigorous figure in front of him.

The boat was in the middle of the sky, and its strength was almost exhausted, but the vortex brought by the giant wood under it had not dissipated. If it fell at this time, it would only end in a shipwreck and death. Yan Mo's figure had already stretched into a strong bow, his face But he didn't show the slightest panic, when the boat flew to the top and was about to fall, the penny in his hand was as quick as lightning, and hit the tail of the big tree with another point.As if hit by a heavy hammer, the giant tree turned half out of thin air, from horizontal to vertical, and turned around in the center of the river.Following the half-circle flip, the vortex created was smoothed out by the tree trunk, and the boat landed on the surface of the water not far away.

The waves splashed more than half a foot high. Under the sunlight, they looked like colorful gemstones, crystal clear, and then fell one after another with the river wind.Somehow, a drop of water went to the wrong place, and landed on the center of Yan Mo's eyebrows, sliding down his fair skin, as if feeling the water, he stretched out a wipe, and wiped away the water.

It was just a careless movement, but Shen Yan suddenly remembered that misty moonlit night, and the white palm resting on the bow of the boat.At that time, he was heavily poisoned by Gu, and his five senses were exhausted. He could no longer smell the fragrance of flowers and see the moon clearly. However, the man was so close to him, so close that he seemed to be able to touch the heat emanating from his body. His heartbeat was the same as before, and the turbid Yellow River water stained his body, and it seemed to have turned into the coldest dew, sliding down that white and flawless body.

That scene was beautiful, beautiful enough to be imprinted in his mind, and it has not dissipated for a long time. If he died like this that day, he, a prodigal son, would not be so depressed.Unfortunately, things backfired...

With a sway, the boat moved steadily again, and the blushing on Shen Yan's face seemed to be blown away by the strong wind, leaving no trace.

After going through the dangerous situation, Yan Mo's eyes could not help but sweep across the cabin, and looked at Shen Yan who was sitting opposite, only to see that the face of the opposite person was a little pale, his lips were tightly pressed, and his fingers were tightly clutching the side of the ship, as if against what.

Yan Mo's brows could not help but tighten slightly, he knew better than anyone else that Shen Yan could not swim, but he also knew that that person would never be afraid of a mere river.Even in the face of the heart-biting poisonous Gu, this man never showed the slightest fear. Instead, he laughed loudly at the moment when the moonlit night Gu was released, and there was an indescribable unruliness and freedom in his laughter.

Not even afraid of death, what is he afraid of now?Yan Mo tightened his hands slightly, and the penny made a soft creaking sound.Even though she was beautiful and high above, he still remembered the period of time shrouded in drug smoke, the days and nights that were too long and too clear.He thought of that cold and stiff body, how it slowly softened and warmed up under his body, but he never showed emotion on the other side, only his brows were slightly wrinkled, his lips were tight, even if he was beaten for a long time, even his limbs They all began to tremble, and he kept clenching his teeth, unwilling to open his eyes, and unwilling to let out a soft cry.

Then what?Whether it is in front of him, he will never laugh out loud again, he will not be happy, he just wears that smiling mask, but when he is not paying attention, his face turns pale and his body freezes so silently ...

A trace of hostility flashed across Yan Mo's face, he looked away, the raging waves were still flowing under their feet, just a distraction, the boat floated several feet away.After all, he was still in a dangerous situation, Yan Mo did not hesitate, picked up the oars again and steered the boat steadily.Shen Yan didn't open his mouth either, but just sat quietly on the boat and began to practice cross-legged exercises to recover his internal strength.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed, and with a thrust of the penny to the shore, Yan Mo jumped off the sampan lightly.Navigating a boat in a torrent is nothing short of a fierce battle, the clothes behind him are already half wet, and even the howling river wind can’t dispel the hotness, but he didn’t say anything, just stood on the bank and turned his head, looking To Shen Yan.

Facing the man's icy eyes, a trace of bitterness crossed Shen Yan's lips, and he immediately laughed: "Thank you, Brother Yan, let's go."

Without further words, the two of them, one in front of the other, embarked on the journey to Bailuan Peak again.