Chapter 752

The spring of the 56th year of tiancang.

On the seashore of the East China Sea, fishermen took in their nets and pulled 16-year-old Lu Zhengkang out of the sea.

Withstanding the sun, Lu Zhengkang, who was bleached by the sea, grinned at the fisherman, "brother, where is this?"

"Donghai!"

"Which East China Sea?"

"The East China Sea!"

Lu Zhengkang nodded and lay down comfortably on the sampan.

"Hey, young man, how did you fall into the sea?" The fisherman's dark face had simple questions.

"Bad luck." Lu Zhengkang yawned. As he untied his clothes, there was only a clean man left. His clothes were made into a ball, which he used to pawn as a shop cover. Fortunately, he lay more comfortable on the uneven boat board. The front was slowly roasted by the sun, the skin surface steamed out fog, and the sea water faded out a thin layer of salt frost. Lu Zhengkang's expression was very pickled.

The fisherman shakes his head and scatters a net. There are many fishing lines beside the boat. He pulls up one from time to time. There is always a harvest. All the miscellaneous fish are dumped in the compartment under the board of the boat, and the rare catch is put into the basket.

The sky was still bright, and the fisherman could see the dark clouds in the southeast from a distance. He quickly pulled up the fishing net and fishing line and was ready to return.

"Young boy, help to row the boat!"

Lu Zhengkang yawned and sat up, "no problem!"

Two people, one is rowing the oar, the other is swinging the double oars, and they are running west. The east wind is hunting. The boat is running more and more smoothly. The man with open arms sings the boat song.

"Wu hey -

" the wind blows my sails

"the boat waves with the wind

" send me to the place I miss day and night "

the fisherman frees up his right foot to beat the beat," nice to hear, younger generation, who taught you? "

"Teresa Teng!"

"Oh, still a gentleman! What country's gentleman

"Chinese."

"Posterity is full of lies. China is in the middle land and is not near the sea on all sides. No one can sing such a boat song."

"Take it as if I'm lying!" Lu Zhengkang rowed and sang, full of physical strength and refreshing spirit, but although they moved fast, the east wind was faster, and when they saw the land again, their heads were completely crushed by rain and clouds. There are a lot of water spots, a lot of purple thunder branches, a lot of rain and strong wind in the sky, a lot of waves under the ship, and the intersection of heaven and earth.

The fisherman put away the oar and took out a pair of oars. His dark and broad face was already full of cold determination.

Lu Zhengkang laughed: "in this world, the air of water is strong, the intersection of yin and Yang, and the thunder is rising. It's a good time to improve!"

The fisherman sat in front of Lu Zhengkang and rowed with him. They worked together. The boat rubbed against the waves like a crossbow.

"Young man! Don't gossip! The rainstorm is unusual. Maybe the Dragon King of the sea is going to take in people! "

Lu Zhengkang replied in a loud voice, his clear and gentle voice through the sound of rain, waves and thunder, or clear and gentle and amiable, "you worry wrong! It's not the Dragon King who wants to accept people. It's the water ghost who wants to kill people. Look at the right side! "

Fishermen follow the reputation, in the gloomy world like moss, under the dark sea like ink, there is a strong golden color. In a moment, hundreds of colorful ghosts jump out of the water, including ships, water monsters, fish essence, thousands of golden palace, and endless gods and ghosts flying around the column.

Wind and rain, a time to close the interest.

The fisherman's eyes widened, looking at the water droplets floating in the air, the heaven and the earth suddenly fell into stagnation. He had never seen such a spectacle in his life.

"What's that?"

"Mirage, I think this mirage is also a kind of dragon. I'm afraid it's not a dragon. Go boating faster. If it's slower, you can't get out." Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes and wondered whether to keep a file here.

Lu Zhengkang, 16 years old, is full of sunshine in his heart and inexplicably goes through the world. His golden finger is an archiving system, which has two fields in total. One is automatic archiving, and the other is active archiving. Automatic archiving is not managed by him. As long as he concentrates on active archiving, he can archive and read files, which is very convenient.

The fisherman rowed as hard as he could, and the sea was like sand. After rowing, the boat glided forward, and the raindrops in the air hit his face.

Lu Zhengkang stood up, carried an oar behind his back and pulled up the fisherman, "let's go, let's jump out of the boat."

"No! Posterity, this is not seeking death! "

"You're not as fast as the old lady in front of my house washing her hair."

“…… What kind of business is that? " The fisherman couldn't laugh or cry, but he was pulled off the boat by Lu Zhengkang! I'll catch it! "

"It's too late. See for yourself!"

The fisherman watched the golden light spread over the sea and soon came to the bottom of his fishing boat, so the fish he caught turned into starlit ghosts and flew up, through the barrier and all the way to the palace palace in the distance. Then, a large number of tens of thousands of flying fish suddenly appeared under the sea, flickering their fins and translucent bodies like glazed gems It looks like a butterfly in the sky.The fisherman trembled and could hardly believe his eyes.

Lu Zhengkang took him and ran wildly on the frozen sea, turning over one wave after another, just like crossing a heavy sand dune. The water under his feet was cool and elastic, just like a transparent film.

Lu Zhengkang thought: This scenery is just like an immortal family. I will be so carefree in the future. If you want to make a sword by refining hardware, you need to cut a long dragon into ten thousand pieces!

The fisherman finally came back and ran with Lu Zhengkang in a hurry.

At this time, a white rainbow came to the west, piercing through the thick clouds and heavy fog. The rainbow stopped over the mirage, vaguely making the image of a Taoist, "a bold demon mirage, making waves here, not to be killed quickly!"

From the deep of the palace came a quiet and elegant female voice: "that Taoist, you and I have no injustice or hatred. Why do we have to fight and kill each other as soon as we meet?"

"You and I are irreconcilable. There's nothing to talk about. Today is Daoye. I'm in good luck. I'll have a mirage pearl, or I can refine another magic weapon!"

Lu Zhengkang turned to look at it. The friar of the imperial sword was magnificent and loud. He thought he could see a fight between the dragon and the tiger, but he didn't expect it. The next second, a red drill flew out of the palace. It was like the red river rushing into jixiaohan, making a roaring thunder. The sea shook three times, the fisherman's eardrum broke, and Lu Zhengkang opened his mouth in time .

As for the Taoist, he didn't even scream. He was crushed into a brilliant fireworks by the red light. The golden elixir burst out a dish shaped indigo mushroom cloud. The spirit of the world made the sea boiling and the fish and shrimp leaping.

Lu Zhengkang laughed and scolded: "this fool, he pretends to be like one thing. He can't even take a move!"