In the south of the city of Yazhou, the unruly White Python River spewed white foam and rolled up countless whirlpools of all sizes. It jumped out of the 100,000 wild mountains with rebelliousness and roaring, hoarsely passing through the mountains like a madman.

The Thousand Miles of Baimang River, the goose feathers sink into the water, but only thirty miles south of the city of Yazhou. The White Mang River flows into the mouth of the Dalong River. This cruel and unruly river seems to have exhausted all its strength, and it becomes calm here. The clear water of more than a hundred miles of more than a bay of clear water is quiet and graceful.

Before dawn, sails were already dotted at the mouth of the Baimang River. The fishermen from the three fish farms by the river got up early and rowed their own or rented fishing boats out of the river. They were busy with big nets, small hooks, and small hooks.

When it was dawn, the river surface in the middle of the three fish farms was crowded with fishing boats returning home.

Countless fishermen squatted at the bow of the boat, holding big bowls, drinking the fish soup just cooked by their mother in big mouthfuls, and greeting acquaintances in a rough and generous voice. On the far river surface, with the sound of Enai, the shadows of sails quickly approached, and more fishermen returned.

Countless fishing boats were crowded together, but none of them were docked.

On the fish market pier on the shore, the managers of the mansions of nobles in the city of Yazhou, and the purchases of restaurants and restaurants in various places were all wearing gorgeous clothes, pretending to sit in the teahouse drinking rough tea, and passing the time bored.

In a three-entry mansion on the edge of the fish market, Chu Tian, ​​who was sweating all over, was wearing a pair of bull-nose trousers, gasping for breath, step by step, with strange steps, and his left palm was swaying strangely on his side. He held a two and a half feet long in his right hand, which was colorful and extremely heavy and extremely heavy bronze eight-sided sword, and stabbed out extremely slowly with one sword and one sword.

When each sword stabbed, Chu Tian was like sugarcane in a juicer, and a large area of ​​sweat suddenly emerged from his body.

The little bits of sweat kept sliding down the bronze skin, dripping on the ground, and a circle of sweat stains were clearly visible on the martial arts training ground made of yellow sand, which quickly dried out in the morning breeze.

"Three thousand five hundred and ninety-nine...Three thousand six hundred!" Chu Tian's body was stiff for a moment, and he suddenly opened his mouth, and a white air spurted out like an arrow seven or eight feet away. It stagnated three breaths in the morning breeze, and then slowly dissipated.

A tiger roar came faintly from his chest, and the air around Chu Tian suddenly swayed, and the yellow sand under his feet suddenly swept seven or eight feet away, forming a clear circle with a diameter of more than ten feet on the ground.

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

Shaking his head vigorously, Chu Tian gritted his teeth, trying to forget what remained in his mind. The horror scene in his dream last night: dripping blood, broken body, a sharp sword light fell down on his head, and the purple-faced one-armed man with a square face kept smiling at him.

"It's 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 thick thighs, with a face full of flesh, wearing blue cloth clothes, exposed their chests, and walked in with a tuft of black hair on their chests, carrying a broom and a long-handled lid. They owed 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 smooth as a rifle.

Chu Tian wiped the water stains on his body, grabbed a long blue cloth gown hanging beside the square well and put it on his body, tied a pink hydrangea on his hair bun, grinning and looking at his reflection with the reflection of the well water.

Her eyebrows were like swords, her face was square, and several scars of varying lengths on her slightly dark face covered her last trace of childishness.

Chu Tian smiled at the reflection in a narcissistic way: "So handsome! But his face is not white enough, no wonder he always spends money every time he goes to listen to Qin."

Two big men with horizontal meat brought a big pot, full of the fish soup made from Baimangjiang specialty small silver barfish, and there were more than a dozen corn flour cakes hanging on the edge of the soup pot. Half of the cake was sucked in the fish soup, and it was roasted by the iron pot to make it crispy. The sweet smell came to the face. Chu Tian, ​​who had just finished his morning class, sniffed and sat directly on the well railing of Fangjing, swayed his teeth and ate it.

After eating like a wind blowing over the clouds, most of the pot of thick soup and more than five kilograms of corn flour cake were all eaten. Then Chu Tian raised his head and asked the two men: "Agou and Aqueli? Didn't you hear the noise of their return last night?"

The two men owed Chu Tian and then replied: "Brother Dog came back last night. He found a nest of big green wolves in the mountains. He was trying to conquer them. He probably wouldn't come back within three to five days."

He looked at Chu Tian in embarrassment. A big man with a hint of envy and helplessness suddenly dropped three times and said, "Brother Que, did Widow Tian leave a door for him last night, right?"

Chu Tian was stunned, the pink hydrangea on his hair shaking, and suddenly sighed to the sky.

He lowered his head and cleaned a pot of fish soup with a slight rush. He patted his belly. Chu Tian stood up and pulled out a stick made of iron wood from the weapon rack in the martial arts training ground, carried it on his shoulder and walked out with great strides.

Seventeen or eighteen arms can run horses and fists can stand. They are all big, round, and tall, about nine feet away. They are covered with flesh and skin, and are covered with scars. At first glance, the strong man, who is not a good man, is following Chu Tian with a heroic and proud manner, and walks out of the yard with big strides and walks along the bluestone road towards the fish market pier.

Many people along the way saw Chu Tian and his group, and they hurriedly bowed and bowed from afar, loudly calling "Chu Zhangtou".

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

"Oh, Lao Luo, your arms are not hurting these two days? Why are you filling the fishing net? Well, I still have a bottle of Zhuifeng wine with tiger bones. I'll go to my place later!"

"Hey, Aunt Qian, dry fish? Why didn't you see the big girl in my house? By the way, the little Zhao who works in the oil mill in Qizhou City has a very good character and a kind character. She doesn't gamble or prostitute. She is the most vague thing to the family. I'll talk to you both of you tomorrow?"

"Dog-enter Zhong Dagou, you, mother-in-law, dare you come back? Your mother almost starved to death at home two days ago! Don't run away, catch this guy for me. Last time I said, go to Yazhou City to bet again, I will break your legs!"

A middle-aged man who was born with a deer-headed rat had just turned out of the street corner. When he suddenly saw Chu Tian, ​​he was so scared that he was so scared that he turned around and ran away. He ran anxiously, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground with a "splash" and fell to the ground and half dead.
Chapter completed!