The world of Taoism

Chapter 168 The Dragon (Third Update for Subscription)
This river belongs to the branch of the Yangtze River, and further up is the Yangtze River.

Countless fish migrate from here to the Yangtze River every year, so there are the most fishermen here.

This area is rich in Yangtze River crucian carp. The meat of Yangtze River crucian carp is delicious, and the price on the market is very expensive, so many fishermen come to fish.

In its heyday, there were probably more boats than fish here.

The more people you have, the more competitive you will be. In the past, the rule of fishing was that the net should be no more than three fingers. When there are more people, this rule becomes useless.

There was a man named Liu San.

Liu San is a fisherman through and through. His father and grandfather were both fishermen, and it has been passed down for countless generations.

Liu San is very interesting. He is different from others. Others fish for three days and hang nets for two days.

He fished one day and dried his nets for three days.

If the harvest is too much to pay back, the key is to be less than others.

Moreover, this person has a weird personality, usually he only fishes at night, and he is not serious about fishing at night, so the harvest is very poor.

Liu San didn't care about it.

He would drink on deck at night, with moonlight as an accompaniment.

Whenever he was drinking to his heart's content, he even poured the remaining part of the wine into the water.

He muttered a little tune that he composed and composed.

"The soul is back, the soul is back, the water god and the water ghost, drink good wine."

Such behavior naturally attracted the attention of others. Many people were curious and came to watch, but they got tired of doing it too many times.

In addition, what Liu San said was a bit permeable, so no one fished after a long day and night.

At night, this river belongs only to Liu San.

Later, I don't know what happened, but Liu San seemed to have changed his appearance.

Every time I fished, the harvest became more and more abundant, and the number was several times that of other people, so I saved a lot of wealth.

Such behavior also attracted other people to come and fish at night.

But no matter what method others use, how much effort they put in, and how fine the net is, they still cannot catch fish.

Moreover, it was pitch black at night, and several people even fell into the water because of this. In the past, fishermen who were skilled in water skills died without even struggling.

Over time, no one came, only Liu San was still fishing in place.

Faced with this situation, everyone else became curious, except for a meddler who secretly followed Liu San.

Discovering that Liu San brings wine to the river every night to worship the water god, Liu San talking to himself was heard by the villagers.

Hearing Liu San's words, the villagers ran away in fright...

When the old man was about to speak, a gust of wind blew over and blew out the candles in the black boat.

Zhang Wenxiu couldn't help shivering, and said, "I didn't expect someone to be drowned here, and I always feel a bit chilly on my back."

"Young master, don't worry, where in the world has no one died? How many corpses are lying on every inch of land? Relax, you are not afraid of the shadow slanting, you have not done anything bad, why worry about ghosts knocking on the door." The old man laughed.

"What did the villagers hear?" Zhou Xuan asked.

The old man came slowly, it turned out that the villagers heard that Liu San had reached a deal with the water god.

The water god made Liu San have a good harvest every time he fished, but Liu San needed to send tributes every once in a while.

The so-called offerings are actually people, and the deaths of many fishermen are actually Liu Sandong's hands and feet.

After Liu San's incident was leaked out, the victim's family came to seek revenge one after another.

Liu San was desperate and threw himself directly into the river.

Since then, the legend of Liu Sanhua killing people as a water ghost has been circulating here, and from time to time there will be reports of people falling into the water here.

After the old man finished telling the story, another gust of wind blew in, and the candles that had just been lit were blown out again, and everyone returned to an environment where they couldn't see their fingers.

At first I felt nothing.

After the old man finished telling the story, everyone felt a little uneasy. The three guards had already put their hands on their knives, ready to draw them out at any time.

The wind howled, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

A burst of cold hit, Zhang Wenxiu and other scholars shivered, their teeth chattered up and down, as if they were in a world of ice and snow.

Click!

Take out the fire folder on Wednesday and light the candles.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or something else.Everyone felt much warmer.

"Could it be that there were robbers on the river who hijacked boats and killed people, so they created rumors that water ghosts were killed?" Zhou Xuan smiled.

"Impossible, how can there be such a powerful bandit, it is clearly the water ghost who made trouble, because he offended the water god, so Liu San became a water ghost." The old man said decisively.

"Of course, some people say that because the fishermen were exterminated and offended the water god, that's why the water god killed them."

"My old man still comes out late at night to do business, could you be a water ghost? How can an old man come out to pick up customers in the middle of the night?" Zhou Xuan's eyes were deep and faintly flickering.

Hearing Zhou Xuan's words, the three guards suddenly pulled out their knives.

The two scholars were trembling with fright.

The more I think about it, the more I think it makes sense. An old man came out to pick up guests in the middle of the night, and he picked them up so coincidentally. Is there clearly a ghost?

Could it be that the protagonist of the story just now is this old man?

"It's over!" A thought flashed in Zhang Wenxiu's mind.

Judging from the moonlit scenery outside, everyone has come to the center of the river. Why is the river here turbulent and unfathomable.

Even seasoned old fishermen are afraid to jump in blindly, they are now stranded on this boat.

Hearing Zhou Xuan's words, some smiles appeared on the old man's face under his bamboo hat, and then he slowly raised his head.

Following the moonlight, everyone could clearly see the appearance of the old man.

This is a face full of scars. The dark face is full of vicissitudes, the scars are criss-crossed, and the whole face is disfigured.

"You say yes, so be it." The old man's voice became dry and hoarse, and a strong murderous look flashed in his eyes.

"Kill!" The old man shouted angrily.

The two oars hit the deck hard, and two steel rods were pulled out. The heads of the steel rods were very sharp, like two spears.

The long hair exuded a cold light, and a murderous aura rushed towards his face.

As soon as the words fell, the old man squatted slightly, his arms swelled a few points, and the spear was thrown towards Zhou Xuan.

At the same time, Zhou Xuan made a move, and he drew Chun Yu.

The spring rain erupted with a burst of golden light, and the golden light illuminated things with a radius of ten feet.

A golden film was even formed on the surface of Zhou Xuan's body, and the mist disappeared immediately when it touched the golden film.

Facing the old man's sudden attack, Zhou Xuan didn't change his countenance, and didn't even take any precautions.

Instead, he turned sideways and slashed at the black shadow attacking from the side with the long knife.

And the old man's spear was aimed at this black shadow, and the target was not Zhou Xuan alone.

Under the shining of the golden light, everyone could clearly see the true face of this black shadow.

It has blue-black scales, a body as thick as a bucket, and the scales on the back stand up like spikes, like daggers standing upright.

It turned out to be a tail, and the tail slapped towards everyone.

Chun Guang slashed at the tail with lightning speed.

Ding!The sound of gold and iron clashing.

The scales were cut open by the spring rain like tofu, and green blood gushed out.

Under the golden light, the flesh and blood emitted a puff of blue smoke.

At the same time, the spear came through the air and nailed hard on the tail.

But the effect is not as good as Chunyu, it just breaks the scales and penetrates an inch or two.

Another spell by Zhou Xuan followed closely, and Zhou Xuan pinched the Thunder Jue with his hand, and a burst of thunder burst out in his eyes.

There was a sound of thunder, and thousands of miles of ghosts and gods were shocked!

Boom!

There was an explosion sound, and invisible transparent fluctuations were issued along the palm of the hand.

"What?" The old man's pupils shrank, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

In response to the old man's induction, a majestic aura erupted from Zhou Xuan's body. This aura was full of holiness and majesty, giving people a great pressure.

boom!
The transparent fluctuation directly blasted a terrifying gap in the tail, and even the pale bones inside could be seen.

"Aw!!" came a terrifying roar.

The surface of the river was churning violently, and the huge waves kept beating the boats, and everyone was rolling like gourds.

Only Zhou Xuan and the old man remained motionless.

In the next second, the whole ship will capsize on the river.

The figure of the old man was like a green pine, motionless, he pinched his fingers and muttered words in his mouth.

"Sure!!" The old man yelled violently, and gave his right foot a hard beating on the deck.

Whoa!

No matter how the huge waves beat, the whole ship is as unshakable as a rock.

The monster in the water seemed to be helpless when he saw the crowd, and he was seriously injured, so he let out a roar of hatred, and then disappeared.

Seeing the gigantic creature flashing away at the bottom of the river, Zhou Xuan smiled disdainfully, and said, "I thought it was some kind of water god, but it turned out to be a spirited dragon."

If he hadn't been worried, Zhou Xuanfang would have been able to send out a real thunderbolt that would directly break his tail.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for your help." The old man took off his hat and said with cupped fists.

"I'm afraid you are not an ordinary fisherman, are you? Dare I ask your Excellency Gao's name." Zhou Xuan asked.

"Of course!" The old man raised his voice a few degrees, and said loudly, "I'm a corpse hunter. You can't have a name in this business. I've forgotten my real name. You can call me a water ghost."

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(I will listen to everyone’s opinions in the future. Three chapters per day, each about three thousand. In fact, three thousand chapters is the most reasonable structure. Two thousand chapters do not seem to have much content, and four thousand chapters is a bit long)
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