Fish swimming around the world

"Uncle, you are here." Jiang Fan greeted him very attentively.

With the fisherman's experience and the fact that he saw this man coming through the waves on logs with his own eyes, even though this man was wearing linen clothes, with an unshaven beard and a somewhat honest appearance, everyone was respectful and went to greet him one after another.

The man in linen clothes smiled honestly, "Brother Fan, why are you here? Wait for me while I put down the firewood."

As he spoke, the man waved one arm, and a pile of firewood as big as a small mountain flew over everyone's heads, flying hundreds of meters in the air, but seemed to fall slowly into the trees in the center. Judging from the location, it should be near the old fisherman's hut.

Ding Shaoan was unable to complain. Are all fishermen and woodcutters like this these days? Then what else do we warriors do?

And you kid, there are so many super masters around you, why do you have to drag us into the water? Judging from this battle, we are probably cannon fodder.

I really want to strangle him to death!

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He looked up and saw the bearded woodcutter looking at him strangely.

"This boy has a lot of grievances. Do you have a grudge against him?" the woodcutter asked Jiang Fan, pointing at Ding Shaoan.

What the hell...!

Ding Shaoan's hair turned white and sweat dropped.

"No, no, you misunderstood. I was targeting these water bandits, chasing them over and over again, and feeling resentful. Yes, that's what happened..."

The woodcutter smiled honestly, but ignored him. Instead, he said to Jiang Fan: "I just saw a lot of black-sailed bandits. It turns out they are all chasing you. Boy, how did you offend that old bastard?"

Just as Jiang Fan was about to speak, he heard the old fisherman snort from the side: "You're useless, you'll dye your hair off with just one word!"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that the woodcutter's hair was a little white, but it was obviously not dyed properly. It was yellow and white, and looked very awkward.

The woodcutter laughed: "Didn't the young man say that he is a white-haired fisherman? I'll take the opportunity."

The old fisherman snorted: "This little brat has caused some trouble, so you can get him out of there."

The woodcutter nodded and looked at Jiang Fan: "I can't go a hundred miles away."

Jiang Fan bowed seriously: "Thank you very much, thank you very much, uncle."

The old fisherman said: "Okay, boy, weren't you always called Big Beard before? I've never seen you so well-behaved."

Jiang Fan said shamelessly: "I am asking for help."

The old fisherman said: "Boy Jiang, you may be in big trouble this time. Although we are destined, we can only help you so far."

Ding Shaoan and others couldn't help but wonder why they didn't just ask these two to kill Chen Laobei, but seeing that Jiang Fan responded calmly, they didn't ask any more questions.

"Leave quickly. I am a clean place here and it is not convenient to have guests." The old fisherman pointed to the big boat: "These days, the egrets are laying eggs and it is difficult to ride. You can take this boat. Anyway, I have enough firewood."

The black sailboat sailed down the river. The woodcutter stood on the bow of the ship with an ax on his waist. He did not speak to anyone, and Jiang Fan did not deliberately talk to him. Jiuxiong naturally did not dare to say anything. Even Ding Shaoan was rare and silent. He had just watched the woodcutter grab the big boat with one hand and throw it into the river. It was better to say less in front of such a person.

In less than an hour, they had traveled dozens of miles.

Suddenly, a cry for help came from the river.

Jiang Fan and others looked around. After a moment, Ding Shaoan pointed to a water surface: "There seems to be someone there."

"Drive over!" Ding Shaoan ordered the water bandits who were forced to serve as boatmen. How dare these people disobey their orders? There were a few who were dissatisfied at first, but they were beaten up by the nine strong men who looked like black bears and were thrown to the fishes.

When Jiang Fan got close, he saw a man lying on a sampan, hugging the corner and shouting for help.

Ding Shaoan looked at Jiang Fan and moved his mouth downwards. The meaning was obvious, you have the final say whether to save him or not.

Jiang Fan looked down at the woman who fell into the water with a frightened face and long hair, and smiled slightly: "Another person has fallen into the water, please rescue her."

Bai Xiaocui frowned at the side: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Fan waved his hand quickly: "It's boring, it's boring, it's all coincidence."

Bai Xiaocui snorted coldly and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

This is a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old with long curly hair. She has an unusually graceful figure. Her wet red skirt is tightly wrapped around her delicate body, making her look extremely attractive. But the red dress was in tatters, with her snow-white thighs and arms exposed, and her torn chest was even more dazzlingly white.

"Thank you so much for your help..."

After getting on the boat, the girl vomited a lot of water and panted for a while. Then she seemed to have regained her consciousness, and she sat up with difficulty to thank everyone.

Jiang Fan groaned twice, as if he had just come back to his senses, and quickly looked away from the girl's turbulent waves: "You're welcome, no matter who is in trouble, everyone should lend a helping hand."

The girl seemed to notice his gaze, her eyes were timid and she shrank back.

Bai Xiaocui kicked him and Ding Shaoan away and helped the girl into the cabin.

"It's so big!"

Ding Shaoan watched the girl enter the cabin with peach blossom eyes, wiped the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but sigh.

Jiang Fan showed an expression of deep approval: "This is a woman..."

Ding Shaoan said disdainfully: "You little brat, do you know what a woman is?"

Jiang Fan said: "Master, I have had more girls in my last life than you have ever seen."

Ding Shaoan thought he didn't bother to argue with the yellow-haired boy, so he snorted and suddenly said: "She said she met water bandits just now, do you think it is true or not?"

Jiang Fan just shook his head: "You should observe slowly, you are bodyguards after all."

Ding Shaoan sneered: "But your life is your own."

Jiang Fan didn't care: "If I don't have a life, you won't have money, so you can do whatever you want."

After rescuing the girl, the boat continued to sail forward.

The woodcutter just watched the whole process without asking any questions. At this moment, he slowly walked to Jiang Fan who was basking in the sun and said, "Aren't you worried at all?"

Jiang Fan stretched his body and said, "What's the point of worrying?"

"You are quite interesting, young man."

"Look at what you said. If I were boring, you and the old fisherman wouldn't pay attention to me, right?"

The woodcutter looked at the shore and then at the cabin: "It seems that there are many people staring at you. How about uncle help you get rid of Chen Lao Bie?"

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "Uncle, I know you have special reasons and it is inconvenient to take action. Don't bother. Besides, there is only Chen Lao Bie and Zhang Wugui, which is useless."

The woodcutter nodded slightly: "That's right, but the road ahead is dangerous. Don't you think there are some coincidences in it?"

"Uncle, everything in the world starts with coincidence. Are you not going to rescue because of suspicion? Maybe he is really in trouble."

The woodcutter looked at the boy's half-smile and knew that he had his own plans. As for Jiang Xiaolang, whose origins he himself did not know and who was shrouded in mystery, the woodcutter and Jiang Fan both tacitly did not know too much about each other.

But the woodcutter himself also felt strange. He could understand it at his age, but this boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, the age of curiosity, but he was more indifferent to people and things than himself, as if he did not want to care about anything.

"Before that, five thunders fell from the sky, blocking the river and breaking the mountains. After that, there was a dark tide in the Qingfeng Gorge, as if a storm was coming. Xiaolang, if it is related to this, it may be a big event. Uncle advises you not to get involved in it."

"What does such a big thing have to do with me." Jiang Fan said this, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart. He did not understand this world at all, and did not want to be too closely related to this place. Once the fate is too closely related, it will be a big problem to go back...