Chapter 4 Crysis Three

But now, as Wen Tingsheng knelt in front of the sacred sturgeon and said "Brother Sange", the history of the Yangtze Island is like a wooden raft sailing into a certain section of the mouth of a gorge, in an extremely beautiful After turning, it turns to the historical trend that has long been fixed by the water flow. Wen Tingsheng picked up a fish knife from the bow, jumped off the river in April, and slashed at the shrinking fishing net.A few waves rushed over, and the fishing nets let go of their hands like angry children playing, and walked to their sides.The 400-jin sturgeon dived one by one and disappeared without a trace.

Xiong Xiangkui was standing on the bow of the ship with a broken buttock, and a gust of cold wind blew by. The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pores on his back shook their fists at the same time, beating his back like a spring thunder. "It's late," he said to himself, shivering suddenly as thousands of sunbeams passed by his eyes. The stone walls of the tavern were covered with pines, and the black smoke was shaking its head carelessly, looking bored and sleepy.The heads of the black men drooped heavily, and their necks seemed to have lost their former strength, and they couldn't even support their own heads.The world outside the stone wall is quiet, and the sound of two dogs fighting for a bone can be heard clearly.

Six or seven black men surrounded the Eight Immortals Table behind the door.Their voices are soft and mysterious.The recent events on the island are flying around in their pupils.Not far away, Tang Gou and Xiong Xiangkui were pouring their own cups sullenly at each side, huddled together alone under the pine nuts on the stone wall.But both of them were focused on the black men who spoke in low voices.The tavern owner bowed his waist and swam like an eel in the guest room.The voice from the table of the Eight Immortals wandered around from time to time: "These things have a mysterious origin, and it's hard to know if the boss will return to the world."

"What year is Boss Immortal Bodhisattva?" "Master Lei is not aggressive, he has good kung fu." "The sky is clear and the earth is turbid—the earth cannot fight the sky. The sky is above, and the earth is below." "If it really belongs to the surname Wen, how can we live?" "Where there is a river, there is water, where there is water, there are fish, and where there are fish, there are us." "Did you see that? When Master Wen went down the river, a dragon claw protruded from his stomach..." "It seems there is." "Two pairs, I saw them with my own eyes."

"I want to see Master Wen, but I'm afraid of seeing him. When I see Master Wen, my eyes jump. Boom, boom, boom." "He has a vision." "There are three lines on his forehead, the sky pattern, the ground pattern, and the human pattern are not missing. They are long, stretching from one sun eye to that sun eye." "Shh-soup dog. The dog's eyes light up..." "Maybe tomorrow he will become Master Wen's man..." "Difficult. His blood." "Forget about it! Who the hell controls this pier has nothing to do with us in the final analysis. They want to toss them, and we live the same way. I can eat as long as I can. I am a two-legged non-cannibal. Four legs Those with legs don't eat stools."

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.In a blink of an eye, a cleanly dressed woman stood at the door.They stopped talking suddenly, it was a servant of the Lei family.The woman cast her eyes twice at the door, and walked straight towards Tanggou. She held a rag in her palm and slapped it a thousand times, "Master Dog, sir." Six or seven pairs of bright black eyes followed her buttocks to Tanggou, and then followed Tanggou's back into the night outside the door. "Really?" Lei Gong put down the white dragon smoking bottle with double dragon engraved pattern on his mouth, stood away from the grand teacher's chair, and poked Tanggou's eyeballs with two eyes.

"Really. I personally fished the man surnamed Wen out of the river this afternoon. The sturgeon disappeared later. Everyone paid him nine respects." The scar on Lei Gongzui's left nipple bit him hard, and he raised his head: "My feng shui is still wrong?" "My lord... this island..." "Crap!" Lei Gongzui turned his head and looked back, and nodded viciously, "Hens don't pee, each has its own place to go." "No, master, if he is really the emperor of the real dragon, Lord Bailong gets angry, and Yangzi Island is surrounded by water, and you will be hurt. Master..."

"Say!" "My lord, according to me, you have to treat me." "When did the shit go up to the asshole, that's what's on my mind." "Master, my sixth master once said that dragons cannot eat dragon meat. 'Dragon eats dragon meat, and the heart and lungs are rotten.' At the banquet, you serve a whole sturgeon. If he is a real dragon, he will be able to subdue him. You bought a stick to fill your dick, and you went to Jinshan Temple to invite Monk Fahai, don’t worry if he can’t be a sea turtle.” Xiong Xiangkui hugged Wen Tingsheng up from the stone steps, and all the leading figures of the Shalin Club stood up from the surrounding chairs and walked to the side of the table. "Please." Tanggou pointed to the seat.Wen Tingsheng sat down between Xiong Xiangkui and Wang Maoer.

Greet each other and socialize.Wen Tingsheng was defeated by alcohol, and when Lei Gongzui didn't stop drinking, the alcohol had already crept up from Wen Tingsheng's neck.But Wen Tingsheng calmed himself down, and the alcoholism added to his face an auspicious look. A servant brought a large wooden basin, Lei Gongzui took it, and pushed it in front of Wen Tingsheng's chopsticks, "—please!" He said impatiently. A trace of doubt flashed in Wen Tingsheng's eyes, but he remained motionless like a rock.The whole banquet was suddenly quiet, only the sound of pouring wine could be heard chattering in the wine cup.

After a while, Wen Tingsheng took off the fish knife from his trouser waist, and gently opened the whole roasted fish on the wooden plate... All the people stopped breathing as if they were dead, Lei Gong opened his thick lips and stared at Wen Ting closely. A fish knife in the hands of a raw man.Wen Tingsheng seemed to feel the air gradually tightening outside his skin, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and turned over the sturgeon... The air is as quiet as wine in a wine glass.The corners of Wen Tingsheng's mouth tilted inadvertently, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and stopped on the tip of Lei Gong's mouth.He suddenly raised the fish knife, pointed at his arm and stabbed it hard, pulled it out, and immediately a bloody band flew back and forth in mid-air from the knife edge in the shape of a fire dragon, and finally circled around Lei Gongzui's neck five times, Jiaolong Tengzhu like flying claws and tongue.Lei Gong's mouth immediately shortened by seven points, and he did not dare to breathe out. Wen Tingsheng's blood burned his whole body in scorching pain.

This night on Yangtze Island did not fall from the sky. Many historians found from history books that this night on Yangtze Island slowly climbed up from the river.At first, many people were terrified and mistakenly thought that the river flooded suddenly, but later they realized that the night was climbing up from the center of the river, increasing its height inch by inch, and finally filled the entire sky.It is said that the night was very dark, and the light of pine nuts and foreign candles failed to pierce half a hole in the darkness of the night. The night was dark and quiet, and the whole world seemed to faint. The next morning, when the rooster crowed, everyone yawned.The night was so quiet that it was about to explode, and Wang Maoer fell asleep after swallowing a bundle of rice paper sent by Brother Wen.Throughout the night, Wang Maoer's dream wandered around, growing four legs and galloping on the plane of the night.Wangmaoer's dream talk proves that Wen Tingsheng is the wandering prince of the Bailong family, and the long dream of thousands of years in the Yangtze Island has finally come to an end and come true in a night's dream talk.Wangmaoer's dream story leaked the secret, telling people that Wen Tingsheng will rebuild the dragon couch on Yangtze Island, and that Lei Gongzui will be restored into a one-eyed giant tortoise next to the sixth stone by the river on the eighth day of August... Wangmaoer said Talking in his sleep all night, when he was talking in his sleep, he gritted his teeth. As soon as you heard this sound, you could tell that Wangmaoer's jaws moved slowly from left to right when he was clenching his teeth.The extent of people's fear can be found the next day. When the rooster yawns, a blue film falls from everyone's eyelids, and when the sun rises, the black eyeballs still glow blue. In fact, the rising of the sun was more terrifying than the horrors of the whole night.Many people have heard that when the sun came out of the river, the night fell from the sky with a "bang" sound, and flowed eastward and westward along the ditch and poured into the Yangtze River. After this magical night, Wang Maoer disappeared.No one can figure out his whereabouts.And when Wangmaoer came back from afar a month later, everyone saw him lazily sitting under the stone eaves of the Shalin Club, as if he had never been anywhere, his eyes shining like the sun, and the corners of his mouth The smiles on the side are all like knowing astronomy and geography. "Tanggou," Lei Gongzui was as courageous as a cow after being frightened, "Tanggou, come here." "yes." "Tanggou, the island is my life, I can't send it like this." "Master..." "Tanggou, if the fish don't die, the net will break; if the net doesn't break, the fish will die." "Master, don't be rude." "Tanggou, in case I can't defeat him, you must remember that in the 30 years of Hedong and 30 years of Hexi, no matter how much blood was shed, the name of this island must be Lei. Power cannot be lost, even if the island is extinct, it must be The tomb of the surname Lei." Tang Gou knelt down and tapped Lei Gongzui's toes three times: "Born to be Lei's dog, dead to be Lei's soul." The sixth day of June. Something is wrong when the sun comes out of the river.Yellow hints at a conspiracy.When the sun rushed over from the east, all the strands were mixed together. After shaking in the wind for a long time, I couldn't sort out half of the strands.In the early morning, the sun scorched people's scalp and itched, and the bamboo skin roof crackled and crackled under the sun.The sun on Yangtze Island came very early that day, and many rats scurried back and forth by the bamboo walls of the neighbors, end to end.The green bamboo snake and the four-legged snake screamed in the small bamboo forest on the hillside. Tanggou carried all the fishing nets ashore from the bow.His wife Qingji was lighting a fire next to an iron pot on the bank.The fishing nets have been busy in the river for a whole spring, and every year this situation needs to be repaired and plasma.When the blood is ready and dried, it is almost another fish season in the river.Bloodnets are an annual event for fishermen.Three days of fishing, two days of drying the nets, one time of blood is better than seventy-seven forty-nine suns.The blood-washed net is tough and resistant to decay. It is said that the more blood there is, the more fat fish are willing to jump into it.Every year at this time, blood pots are lined up along the riverside.Fresh, black, stinky, juicy, and flat pieces of pig blood were boiling in the cauldron.The thick black smoke and the smelly pig's blood made the riverside look ancient and prehistoric.Bloody fishing nets are pulled through the boiled blood pot, spread out on slopes and beside trees, and thousands of flies gather in groups, forming a complementary world as great as human beings.The fishing nets under the sun are purple-black, and the purple-black fishing nets cast rows of mysterious net shadows on the riverside.The men in the blood net were all naked to the waist. While sending the fishing nets down the iron pot, they opened their voices as wide as a river. All the men shouted this song that has been passed down for thousands of years at almost the same rhythm: Fishing nets Fishnet gulps - oh! My stomach is full of bubbles - oh!! Fishnets Fishnets drink up--oh!!! Big fish and little fish jumping in - OH!!!! The bloodnet was unusual today. The fate of the Yangtze Island depends entirely on today.Last night, Tanggou didn't close his eyes, and was wrapped in a thin quilt and lay alone on the rocks on the shore.He has a habit: Whenever there is an important matter, he always feels that a woman will spoil his affairs.Early in the morning he found out that the sun was wrong, he swallowed 6636 live lobsters, and now 6636 lobsters are still tossing back and forth in his stomach.This is also a habit developed over the years.In this way, he felt that his whole body was well-connected, and he needed energy and strength. He noticed that Wen Tingsheng and the three of them were calm as usual.The three of them kept their mouths shut and were busy with their own work.Wen Tingsheng wore a particularly bulky thick coat, and he looked a bit sick and crooked among the bare-chested and shirtless crowd. When the sun was westward, the theater troupe rushed to the square in front of the Shalin meeting.The bamboo frame stage has been set up, with its back facing the gate of the meeting place of the Shalin Club.Many different plays will take place on this stage.Many years later, a historian of the "Bagua School" of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences once pointed out that the reason why Lei Gongzui fell under Wen Tingsheng's hands was all because of the aspect of this stage.Huiyin dominates Yin, Baihui dominates Yang, the back dominates Yin, and the face dominates Yang.Wen Tingsheng is a watchman. Facing the stage, his yang qi is full, his liver and lungs are strong, and shin scales will sit on the back of the table, his yin qi will rise, his essence will be lost, and his spleen and kidneys will be seriously injured in secret, and his vitality will be lost. --The shad scale will be exhausted, and the fate is determined.This theory caused a major sensation in eighty-seven countries.Historians from many countries agree that Chinese historical research provides an extremely scientific methodology for the study of world history, and at the same time points out the yin and yang direction of historical development. The big show after the Blood Net Ceremony on the sixth day of June is a long-standing custom in the Yangtze Islands, and it is also the season when Daomadan Xiaoliuyao's value increases sharply.Daomadan Xiaoliu's voice is crisp and clear. Listening to her play, your ears will water.She practiced martial arts at the age of eight, and she is very good at darts: If you say hit your eyes, never hit your eyebrows, point out your belly button, and never miss your waist! You may have guessed a bit of the story at this point: This story is really No way, Xiao Liuyao must have been bribed by Lei Gongzui. During the opera scene, the dart in Xiao Liuyao's hand flew out and hit Wen Tingsheng's throat, and then Wen Tingsheng died. Of course you guessed right, your guess coincides with Lei Gongzui's scheme.However, it is a pity that history did not develop according to your guess.I can't blame you for this at all. There are too many accidental factors in history, and as long as something goes wrong, it may be completely out of shape.There is no such thing as inevitability in history, the so-called inevitability must be after things happen.Before things happen, you can't know where history is "inevitably" going. Drums, cymbals, gongs, all the musical instruments will be boomed, and Xiao Liu's pheasant feathers on his back will radiate majesty.A piece of "East China Sea Palace" shakes your eardrums and makes your bones soft.Farewell to the bridegroom in armor and spear, The journey of this conquest is far from hesitating. I am thinking about the newlyweds, don't wish you a gentleman, I met some shrimp soldiers and crab generals in front of the Dragon Palace. ...Kang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang, kuang! The long sword flashed back and forth after she turned around, and many extras did a few somersaults from the stage, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"The tortoise disturbs our hearts, He was ordered by the emperor to pursue this desolate seabed. The end of the palace visit makes me reminisce about the bridal chamber, ya- ya- ya-- The emperor's order is irresistible The emperor's order is irresistible, When will I be able to go back to my house in victory and bring Mr. Ruyi to visit me? Let's kill you Yasha Jing Chigui King first. ...Xiao Liu pulled out the dart, and a sea ghost stood in front of the wooden board in the shape of "big". With a few "swish" sounds, the top of the head, the jaws of the two tigers, and the crotch were immediately hit with a few darts, only a few centimeters away from the flesh. "Hush--!" The audience screamed. Xiao Liu looked back, and the third row of people wearing long-sleeved clothes was staring at him closely.With a woman's intuition, Xiao Liu knew that this was the "Wen Tingsheng" that Tanggou whispered in her ear.Instinctively, she shook the last two darts left in her hand.All the soldiers (-- yes!) follow me to look three times, Looking around and three sides, he couldn't see the turtle king. You wait for the shrimp soldiers and crabs to die for no reason, so unjust, Killing you with no hatred before and no hatred after, I am cold-eyed but warm-hearted. ... Those two eyes fixed on him.She knew that as soon as she turned around and flicked her wrist, those eyes would be closed forever.Those two gazes...no, those two rays of sunshine...nor...those two rays of what?...Xiao Liuyao felt that her steps and drums were not right, so she made an appearance, calmed down for a while, But she couldn't concentrate no matter what... She couldn't do without those two radiant and magnificent gazes. After passing through the door, Xiao Liuyao's singing was still unable to catch up with Banyan. "Beep! Beep!" Master Drum beat the bangu twice, and played it again across the door.My Ruyi Lang—Xiao Liu feels that his confidence is not in place.Her breath circled her dantian thousands of times but had no way out.Xiao Liuyao looked back at the backstage, and a bright spot of light drew a long line, "Brother Wen, someone hurt you!" She suddenly yelled to the audience, and then "dang", the dart and a dagger were in the middle of it. There was a collision in mid-air, and a puff of blue smoke burst out immediately. "Brother, be careful!" Wang Maoer immediately held down Wen Tingsheng. "The sky will never destroy me, why panic?" Wen Tingsheng half-closed his eyes, walked onto the stage, and sat cross-legged in the center, with a half-smile on his face, chanting strange words.A tabby cat was sitting upright on a wall next to the stage, staring at the stunned people with its green eyes. Wen Tingsheng clasped his hands together in his big sleeves, opened his eyes and looked down the stage, and suddenly shouted: "Look at that cat!" In an instant, he arched his hands, and a loud noise flew out of his sleeves against the flames.The cat's blood spewed out when it exploded, turning the whole night sky blood red. A strong smell of medicine diffused quietly. Lei Gongzui's wrists weakened.But he raised his confidence enough to jump out from the background with the double-pronged fork. "Wen Tingsheng," he roared, and Wen Tingsheng caught his sharp gaze from his pupils with his eyes.Wen Tingsheng picked up the fish knife, rushed towards Lei Gongzui, and struck Lei Gongzui's gaze repeatedly, and Lei Gongzui's gaze followed Wen Tingsheng's fish knife and fell to the ground one by one, making a clang on the stage. sound.Eight inches away from Leigongzui's eyes, Wen Tingsheng slashed for the last time, Leigongzui's gaze was only the last eight inches bare, and the world beyond eight inches was as blind as the night sky.Lei Gongzui's gaze rolled intermittently in pain on the stage, like eyeless earthworms, fleeing in shame through the cracks in the wooden boards. "Piss in the Yangtze River," Wen Tingsheng said to Lei Gongzui, "With you, there are not many, but without you, there are many. Live well."