Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Leng Jian suddenly appeared from the darkness, and even Lu Dongqing didn't see the direction of the arrow.

He only had time to judge where the arrow fell, and that was his own shoulder.At the very moment, he picked up Baiyu and jumped back, while turning sideways, letting the cold arrow fly past the back of his hand.

There was a creaking sound of trampling under his feet, and the water-soaked stones were extremely loose, and some of them slid into the water along the river bank, leaving a small plopping sound, and were soon submerged by the waves.

He had hardly found his footing when the second arrow arrived, this time aimed at his knee.

There was no weapon in his hands, only a comatose child, he had to continue to retreat, his toes stepped on the wet sand and stones, his body shook involuntarily, he was standing on the edge of the river bank, and there was no way to retreat behind him.

The third arrow aimed at his toes.

Three consecutive cold arrows were shot, each of which killed him. He heard the shouts of his companions, but it was far behind the sound of the arrow feathers piercing the wind.The river behind him is his only way of life.He made up his mind, hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and jumped into the rapids.

The sound of two people falling into the water was much louder than that of stones, but to the river, they were no different from stones, and they were soon swallowed up by the sound of waves.

The fierce stream of water hit his face like a whip, and the stone hit his chest like a fist.

His water skills are not bad, but it is also difficult to control such turbulent waves. He choked several mouthfuls of muddy water one after another, and his throat felt uncomfortable as if it was blocked by mud.

"Baiyu, hold on!" He tried his best to support the girl's body, keeping her head above the water.

The strength in his whole body seemed to be sucked away, his limbs became heavier and heavier, and his vision gradually became blurred. In the splashing water, he saw that the boat tied to the wooden stake was heaving and shaking with the waves. Song is still hanging on the edge of the boat, showing a little outside the boat.

He exhausted the rest of his strength and swam desperately towards the direction of the boat, holding Baiyu tightly in his arms with one hand, and with the other hand he struggled to climb onto the boat, using the long shaking pole as a fulcrum, slowly Slowly move towards the side of the ship.

The lone boat was bumped violently with his movements, and he finally boarded the side of the boat, and it took him some effort to stabilize his body again. He gritted his teeth and clasped his five fingers firmly.

At this time, he suddenly found that there was still a person sitting in the canopy.

It was the dumb boatman in coir raincoat, who had been sitting in the shadow of the boat canopy, and he hadn't been seen from the shore just now.

The tide was churning, and the planks of the boat were rising and falling, yet he sat so firmly, as if he didn't feel the violent shaking beneath him at all.

"Sir, do me a favor!" Lu Dongqing shouted

With the support of the ship's side, he and Bai Yu would not be swept away by the river immediately.As long as the people on board help him, he can escape from danger.

He was afraid that the other party could not hear him, so he raised his voice and shouted again: "Sir! Help me!"

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the boatman raised his head.

The boatman stood up from the canopy, and the bamboo hat on his head and the coir raincoat on his body were immediately swept away by the wind, revealing a pair of bare arms wet by the water.

His hair was messy against his cheeks, and his clothes were sticky to his body like a freshly soaked towel.But his expression and movements are still calm.

He bent down beside the boat, but he didn't grab Lu Dongqing's hand.

Instead, a silver light flashed across Lu Dongqing's eyes.

It was the cold and hard light exposed after the iron was polished, aiming directly at the center of the eyebrows.

Lu Dongqing was stunned, the three cold arrows just now were shot from this crossbow.

Now, the fourth cold arrow is about to be released.

"What are you... doing?" he asked in disbelief.

"Of course I will take you on your journey." The boatman raised his lips and said.

The boatman, who was supposed to be dumb, actually spoke.The voice is also like mud, rough and hoarse.

His shoulders were raised, and his wrinkled and mottled face was lifted into a smile, which looked particularly ferocious.

"You are not a boatman, you are a Demon Cult—"

Before he finished speaking, the fourth arrow had already torn through the water curtain and galloped towards him.

He had no choice but to let go, letting the raging waves engulf him and the girl in his arms again, and the waves formed a vortex behind him, pulling him towards the center.

In the turning of the sky and the darkness, he finally woke up with a start.He thought that the emissary of the Devil's Cult was blocked by the flood on the other side, but he didn't expect that the other party had been hiding in the canopy of the boat, watching the fight between him and Bai Yu, and waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

He thought that Lingquan Valley was really isolated from the world, but he forgot that among the many tribesmen, there was one person who could freely enter and exit the valley.This man is the boatman on the Ganyi River.By virtue of his identity as a boatman, this person can not only grasp the movement of all those who enter and leave, but can even secretly confuse Bai Yu and the patriarch.

The boatman was once punished by the patriarch to become dumb, but the person in front of him could speak.Maybe the so-called punishment was just a scam, or maybe the person in front of him was no longer the boatman himself.

When these thoughts flashed through her mind, Lu Dongqing had fallen into a deep pool of despair.In just a few moments, he will sink to the bottom of the water forever with the junior sister he failed to rescue with a belated awakening and full of regret.

Despair is like a vortex around him, no matter how hard he struggles, he cannot escape.

At this time, he saw a black shadow rising from the shore, flying and landing on the board of the ship.

The shadow is so familiar, even the long hair floating behind is very nostalgic.

"Master—" He stretched his arms recklessly, and shouted loudly.

Lu Zhengqiu landed on the bow of the boat, the hull of the boat sank violently due to the sudden weight, and half of it was almost submerged in the water. The boatman hurriedly stood his ground, taking advantage of this time, he untied the boat rope tied to the wooden post, Throw desperately to the center of the vortex.

One end of the boat rope finally fell into Lu Dongqing's palm.

"Are you mad?" cried the boatman.After the boat rope was untied, the lone boat lost its support and was immediately rolled by huge waves, and it was about to float away.

If Lu Zhengqiu hadn't grabbed the boat stake with his other hand.

He actually used his body as an extension of the boat rope, holding the iron chain tightly with one hand to prevent Lu Dongqing from drowning, while holding the other hand firmly on the wooden stake.

His body was torn by the waves on both sides, and the boat plank under his feet shook violently, making it difficult to maintain a standing posture.

But the strength in his hand never weakened by half.

"Master, Master—"

Lu Dongqing struggled in the water, relying on the support of the boat rope, she left the whirlpool little by little, and swam towards the direction of the boat again.

His hands and feet had long been unconscious, but his heart was full. The familiar silhouette on the boat actually made his nose sour. He was immersed in the icy cold water, but there were hot tears in his eyes.

For the first time, he realized that black could be so kind and gentle.

But his eyes quickly turned cold, because he saw the boatman standing opposite the master, pointing the crossbow in his hand at the latter's throat.

The boatman's lips moved again, and the words he spit out rolled up sand and gravel, grinding his ears mercilessly.

The man said word by word: "Lu Zhengqiu, you are really still alive."