quack~

The ducks wandered into the fence gate and happily returned to their familiar home.

Feng Ying put down the package on her shoulders and sighed that she finally went home.

Yu raised his bamboo hat and looked at the thatched earthen house. He leaned against the stone wall bored and took out a thin stick to cut the shaft of the arrow. After cutting it a few times, he took a closer look with his eyes and checked carefully, trying to make feather arrows with simple tools.

"Ying, do you still remember what happened in the dream?"

She slashed twice and turned to look at Feng Ying, who was repairing the broken fence gate.

Feng Ying paused for a while.

"Remember, the sky is full of fire and the ground is full of fire. The dragon is bigger than the mountain. The dragon holds up the fire and turns it into a mountain. There is a goddess in the ice. The dragon's ears and dragon's tail are very beautiful. I... don't dare to look into her eyes."

Yu, who was repairing the arrow shaft, was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect the freckled girl to know so much. At present, it seems that it is more and more difficult to find out her origin. Forget it, take one step at a time.

Looking up, looking at the sky, clouds and thick fog flowing overhead, trying to piece together the pictures that he remembered.

Feng Ying was busy cleaning up the sundries in the yard, and had to go to the mountain to visit the grave later.

Previously, she dared to use a bamboo spear to kill a man like a fish on the mountain, but when she returned to her familiar home, she immediately turned back into a fisherman girl who fished and worked in order to get enough food.

Yu casually grabbed the big white goose and grabbed the white feathers on the tip of its wings.

The white goose stretched its neck and shouted to prepare to attack, but the rain grabbed the neck and threw it into the courtyard, thinking that it would be short of feathers before catching it back.

He glanced at Feng Ying, who was focused and busy.

Looking up at the looming sails in the distance of the lake, he shook his head.

"The war is about to take place. Although the valley suffered a little before, it was possible to survive."

"…"

Feng Ying's busy hands stopped. The appearance of the rain ripped apart the curtain covering the world, and let himself witness the huge waves of hundreds of meters high rushing towards the fishing village. Everything he knew was like a small fishing boat in front of the huge waves. A moment of tranquility is just before the destruction. illusion.

"How long will it take to end."

"I'm not sure, maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, but it won't stop."

"…"

For Feng Ying, no matter thousands or hundreds of years, it is very long.

After the shock, it suddenly doesn't matter. Why should I think so far with a few decades of life.

Squatting in front of the chicken coop, trying to restore the damaged chicken coop.

"Who are they, and why are they nailing the dragon veins?"

Hearing this, Yu recalled carefully.

He quickly found the answer from his messy memory, and explained to Feng Ying while installing the tail feathers.

"It is said that a new emperor wants to rule the world, and that's how wars come. Every time a country is captured, the dragon veins are immediately nailed. Of course, large dragon veins cannot be touched, and most of the branch dragons and leaf dragons are nailed, which can prevent rebellion and strengthen rule ."

"Does it really work to bury nails in the mountains?"

"Maybe it's useful."

Rain paused and continued.

"If it is nailed, at least it will be difficult for a big man to be born in the land of the dragon and the swamp. As the saying goes, the outstanding people lose their spirituality, and the people will be affected. If there are no people with great luck everywhere, the country will naturally be stable."

"That…"

"Don't worry, there is only one chance to nail the dragon vein. Once it fails, the dragon vein will go dormant."

Finally, I made an arrow and put it into the birch bark quiver.

Continuing to cut the arrow shaft, watching Feng Ying clean up the courtyard, several heavy rains in a row moistened the grass, and the courtyard was full of wormwood.

There were more and more sails on the horizon of the lake, the navy appeared suddenly, and the flags were fluttering and divided into two sides.

Feng Ying repaired the chicken coop and started weeding again, resting when she felt hungry.

Rain has prepared meals.

A few dry coarse grain cakes, dried salted fish, and bacon.

The two stopped what they were doing and sat in the courtyard to eat, dry, drinking water while eating.

Feng Ying hesitated to speak.

"I found this knife in the lake a few years ago, and I always wanted to return it to its original owner, but it didn't come to its owner after several years of waiting."

After speaking, she looked at Rain, who was eating hard.

Opposite the moldy and broken wooden table, Yu took a sip of water and tried to swallow the coarse grain cake.

"I don't remember much. It wasn't that you picked up the knife, but the knife chose you. It changed your life. It was both an opportunity and a shackle."

Eating hard rice will make your throat uncomfortable, but you have to eat it, so she gave Feng Ying a dull look.

"It's going to be very tiring, it's your destiny that you can't escape."

After hearing this, Feng Ying was a little dazed, lowered her head, picked up the coarse grain residue on the table and ate it seriously.

"What do you want me to do?"

She also wanted to pick up the scraps that fell on the ground. In the past, hens would pick them up and eat them, but now there are only a few chicken feathers left in the house. Feng Ying silently cursed those wicked people for what they deserved.

Rain turned to look at the turbulent lake.

"You'll know soon enough."

I'm too lazy to say too much, anyway, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't change your destiny, you can't escape, you can't escape, who can control the fate of all beings.

After the meal, Yu continued to cut the shafts silently.

There are more and more large ships on the lake, Qianfan hides the lake surface, and small-scale water battles break out intermittently at the junction of the lake and the big river. The atmosphere is depressed and tense, and the spirits in the water are scared to flee. Know that something bad is about to happen.

Feng Ying looked at the scene she had never seen before and guessed that there might be another war.

after dinner.

The two navy troops at dusk suddenly sounded the drums of war.

Rain seems to be used to seeing big scenes, carefully installing iron arrows under the oil lamp, Feng Ying is restless and pays attention to the lake water battle.

As night fell, the battle of more than a thousand warships kicked off, and the shouts were heard far, far away.

The rain that was making arrows in the house raised his head, the leaves outside the window were illuminated by the fire, and even the valleys and peaks of Beishan could be seen clearly.

Put away the feather arrow and went out, standing silently beside Feng Ying, the fire light illuminated the faces of the two of them.

The lake in the distance is full of fire.

The screams like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis rose and fell.

The flaming warships rammed, the tall masts collapsed with a harsh cracking sound, the flames smashed the ropes, the sails fell, the arrows of the burning flames drew dense arcs and staggered randomly, and some large ships stood up in the water, pouring The kerosene spilled over the lake, and then burned and engulfed the drowning.

Yu sighed, turned around and went back to sleep. He had seen too many large-scale wars along the way, and he was used to it.

Feng Ying couldn't sleep, and stood in front of the fence alone to watch the fire.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out. I was so sleepy that I went back to the house.

I lay down for a long time and fell asleep...

Early morning.

The lake was filled with fog, and the fishing village located at a high place was above the white fog. From a distance, only a lot of masts could be seen in the thick fog. In the end, the winner was decided, and both sides paid countless bottom-level lives.

Feng Ying got up to wash up, released ducks and white geese, brought fishing gear, and went to see if the fish cages had any harvest.

The dew on the weeds on the roadside wet the trouser legs, as if everything had returned to the familiar past.

Walking along the hillside path to the fishing boats on the shore, UU reading www. After walking into the thick fog, uukanshu.com looked very quiet not far away, as if the small world in which it was located was constantly moving forward.

After a long time, he finally heard the sound of water waves, Feng Ying sniffed hard, and felt that the smell of water vapor was different from before.

From a distance, I saw something on the shore, swaying over and over with the waves.

She thought it was a driftwood that was blown to the shore by the wind and waves. It was fished ashore and dried, and it could be carried home and burned. It was particularly resistant to burning. Feng Ying threw the fishing gear into the boat, rolled up her sleeves and prepared to drag the driftwood ashore.

"…"

After seeing it clearly, I was taken aback.

Not driftwood at all, but a charred floating corpse.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew away the dense fog on the lake.

Feng Ying had a bad premonition, her neck stiffened and she slowly raised her head, her eyes widened instantly and her face turned pale.

"Ho...hoho...ah...!"

His throat involuntarily let out a strange cry, and he fell into the mud and kicked back with his legs hard.

The lake was covered with floating corpses, which were pushed by the wind and waves and gathered on the shore. Wuyangyang floating corpses and broken boards rose and fell with the waves.

He finally turned around, but he couldn't use up all his strength, so he could only kneel down and crawl desperately.

Feng Ying's hands and feet became weak, and she ran back and forth, vomited constantly, her eyes were wide open, her breathing was short, and she was screaming.

I don't know how long I stumbled and ran, but when I saw the rain, I threw myself into Yu's arms, and finally burst out crying.

Rain sighed and hugged the frightened fisher girl.

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