Chapter 11: A Ship Full of Swords and an Aura Overwhelming the Galaxy【March 3, Water God Festival.】 [The fisherman Sun Er flew like a shooting star.] [At that time, the morning sun was rising, and the green willow embankment looked like a dark abyss. ] [A flash of knife light suddenly appeared, cutting through the darkness. ] 【In a moment.】 [A purple sword light breaks through the sky and leaks down from the sky.] [It was as if a gate to heaven had opened on the green willow embankment, and the figure in the gate looked down at the world like a banished immortal, casually throwing a sword. ] [A lone goose flies in the snow, its proud wings soar into the sky. ] At this moment, time seems to be going very, very slowly. On the sandbank under the green willow embankment, Song Lin narrowed his eyes. It seemed as if a lone goose flew across the sky, and the flying snow turned into a sword intent that swept across the sky with an irresistible force.
It was as if the sword energy filling the boat had crushed the galaxy. He could not describe the grace of this sword, and his heart was only filled with shock. The sword light poured down like a purple waterfall, submerging Sun Er's tiny figure. Thump~~ A figure fell powerlessly into the river from a height of a hundred meters, like a piece of rotten cotton in the wind, splashing water. "Failed." Song Lin closed his eyes helplessly, preparing to face the end of this life. In this sword, he saw the gap between heaven and earth. The fisherman Sun Er's cultivation is still in the Qi and Blood realm. And the mysterious man on the Green Willow Bank, is he in the Thunder Sound Realm or the Gang Qi Realm? Although he thought that the foolish man would fail. But I didn't expect to be defeated so completely and so quickly. "wrong!" Song Lin suddenly opened his eyes. He was still standing on the sandbar. The world around him remained stable, showing no signs of leaving the fool's previous life. this means…… "Sun Er is not dead yet! This fatal disaster...is not over yet!" ga- The loud sound of ducks. On the green willow bank. The purple-robed figure looked down silently and saw a gray teal suddenly running towards the Minjiang River.
"There is sword intent in the Qi and Blood Realm? What a pity..." The voice was carried away by the river wind, and the person disappeared. Wow~~ Wow~~~ The rolling waters of the Minjiang River have washed away countless heroic deeds. Year after year, the only thing that remains unchanged is the spring water in the river. Song Lin's duck-like body shuttled through the water, looking for Sun Er's figure. "found it!" His eyes lit up and he swam quickly forward. A muddy figure was found in the mud at the bottom of the river. "I still have a breath." He struggled to lift up Sun Er's body, and swam towards the surface against the rapids in the river. Half an hour later. Song Lin carried Sun Er back to the cabin by the Minjiang River. "Cough~~" "cough cough" Sun Er was lying on a simple wooden bed, coughing up blood and looking pale. His clothes were torn, and his body was covered with wounds from the sword, as if he had fallen into a galaxy of sword energy. Song Lin could only stand aside, helpless. "Stupid duck." Sun Er suddenly said, "I feel like... I'm dying." Song Lin turned his head and looked. The fisherman did not look at him. He just lay on the bed like a pile of mud, staring blankly at the top of his head. Song Lin knew. This person has completely lost his spirit. Sun Er's talent for cultivation is not strong. After obtaining the Taoshi Lu, he practiced for three years before he was able to pass the Suzaku Blood stage. He relied on the sword technique that contained the ultimate killing intent. The talent of Minghuang Fate was also all about the understanding of sword techniques. Now, the strongest sword was defeated by the enemy's casual sword. That sword completely extinguished his hope for revenge. Song Lin felt the same way as Sun Er.
Compared with the sword of the lone goose flying in the snow and the proud feather flying in the sky, the duck-killing sword he learned by the Minjiang River was as tiny as a firefly. "father." "Brother, San'er..." Sun Er lay on the bed, his eyes gradually losing color, "I saw you, are you... here to pick me up? Brother, I'm useless... I'm so useless..." "Third brother... my second brother is useless..." not good! Song Lin stroked his forehead and frowned secretly. Sun Er's forehead was burning hot, and as his blood and energy continued to drain away, he was afraid that he would not live long. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then walked to the water tank, picked up a bighead carp and placed it next to Sun Er's head. He croaked twice, signaling him to eat it. He then fetched a towel and slowly wiped the sword wound on Sun Er's chest. Phew~puff~ The bleeding simply couldn't be stopped. The wound seemed to contain countless sharp sword energies, which continued to dissipate. "Stop struggling..." Sun Er finally turned around. Looking at the busy ducks, a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he lost consciousness again. His memory seemed to return to the Minjiang River many years ago. "At that time, it was also on this bed... My brother was lying straight, his face was as white as paper..." The hoarse voice accompanied by the March spring breeze revealed a sad past. "That year, many people in the Minjiang River were conscripted to do labor service to build the Green Willow Dike... I remember that year was... the third year of building the Green Willow Dike. Dad killed San'er's favorite duck... and exchanged it for a roll of white cloth." Song Lin was gradually attracted by the story told by Sun Er. "Then, the white cloth covered the prince's face..." "At that time...at that time..." Sun Er's voice gradually became lower. What happened then? Song Lin really wanted to ask, but his duck mouth couldn't open. Sun Er lost too much blood and his consciousness became blurred. suddenly. A red light flashed across his face. There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as well as a hint of...resentment. "At that time, I followed my father...walking behind a long funeral procession. My father carefully picked up the paper money that was scattered on the ground..." "He said... a person can be poor when alive, but must be rich when dead. Otherwise... otherwise, he would go to a strange place without any relatives and would be bullied..."
"He also said... we are a poor family and have suffered all our lives... in the next life, we must make a name for ourselves..." Song Lin listened silently. The word "poor" runs through the lives of many ordinary people. In order to build the Green Willow Dike, Sun Er's family had become extremely poor. Even to collect the remains of their eldest son, they had to put aside their dignity and steal paper money thrown on the road by others. "Later... Dad died. Mom, too." "It's just me and my brother left. We depend on each other..." The voice stopped abruptly. 【March 3, Water God Festival.】 [You found a sand mound of bones under the green willow bank.] 【Twenty-one years ago, the newly appointed governor of Minjiang River, Chen Guzhou, forced the people to build the dam. The project was difficult and progress was slow at first. In order to meet the deadline, Chen Guzhou forced the people to rush the work, causing countless people to fall into the surging river and die under the green willow embankment.】 [At the time, all the able-bodied men in Sun Er's family were conscripted for labor service, and the Sun family, which had more than a hundred people, was in turmoil. ] [During the ten years of dam construction, many people were conscripted for corvée labor, and countless families lost their breadwinners. What the adults saw as political achievements became the suffering of countless people on both sides of the Minjiang River.] [In the third year of the dam construction, Sun Er's elder brother was also conscripted for labor service, and soon thereafter he was reported dead. He died of exhaustion on the Green Willow Embankment.] [Years of corvée labor left many people in Minjiang unable to make ends meet, and most could not even afford funeral expenses. In order to prevent the spread of disease, the supervisors were so cruel as to push the uncollected corpses down the Green Willow Bank.] [In the fifth year of dam construction, Sun Er's father also died of exhaustion on the Green Willow Embankment.] [Dozens of elderly, weak women and children of the Sun family died in the Minjiang River while working day after day to support their family. Many young children died young, and the Sun family, which was once prosperous, was left with only Sun Er and his younger brother to depend on.] 【However, the suffering did not end there.】 (End of this chapter)