Chapter 2: Baiyujiang fish head (1)

In the south of Zhangzhou City, the unruly Baiji River spurted white foam, rolled up numerous vortexes of large and small, and smashed from the 100,000 wild mountains, slamming, screaming like a madman. Passing through the mountains.
Thousands of miles of white rivers, the goose feathers sink into the water, only in the 30 miles south of the city of Zhangzhou, the Baiji River flows into the mouth of the Yangtze River, this cruel and ruined river seems to have exhausted all the strength, become here Calm and calm, the clear water of a bay and more than a hundred miles is quiet and beautiful.
The sky is still not bright, there are already a few shadows on the mouth of the Baiji River. The fishermen of the three fishermen on the riverside got up early, rowing their own or rented fishing boats out of the river, big nets and small nets, big hooks and small hooks. Busy to live.
When the sky was bright, the rivers in the middle of the three fish villages were crowded and filled with fishing boats full of loads.
Countless fishermen squatted in the bow of the boat, holding the bowl of the sea, and sipping their mouthfuls of fish soup that their mother-in-law had just sipped, and greeted the acquaintances with rudeness. On the far side of the river, in the sound of the sound, the sails quickly came over and more fishermen returned.
Countless fishing boats are crowded together, but no fishing boat is on the beach.
On the shore of the fish market pier, in the city of Zhangzhou, the governor of the government, the management of the restaurants, and the restaurants in the restaurants, all wearing the silk satin and gorgeous clothes, sitting in the teahouse and drinking the thick tea, boring to spend time.
In a three-in-one big house on the edge of the fish market, Chutian, wearing a sweaty nose, wore a bull-nose trousers, gasping with a big mouth, stepping on the strange steps step by step, and the left palm was strangely undulating on the side, right hand Holding a two-and-a-half-foot-long, bronze-plated sword with a sturdy, heavy and unusual shape, a sword and a sword pierce extremely slowly.
Every sword stabbed out, and Chutian was like a sugar cane in a juicer, and a huge piece of sweat slammed out.
The bit of sweat slid down the bronze skin, and the drip was dripped on the ground. The yellow sand paved martial arts field left a clear visible sweat, and quickly dried up in the morning breeze.
"Three thousand five hundred ninety-nine ... three thousand six hundred!" Slowly incomparably stabbed a sword, Chu Tian body stiff for a moment, he suddenly opened his mouth, a white gas as if the arrow squirted seven or eight feet Far away, in the morning breeze blowing, three breaths were stagnation, which slowly dissipated.
There was a faint tiger cub in the chest, and Chu Tian’s air slammed in the air. The yellow sand 'huh' under his feet swayed around seven or eight feet and formed a diameter of a dozen feet on the ground. Clearly rounded.
The palm of the hand turned over, and the bronze eight-faced sword was tightly fastened to a cowhide arm of the right arm. Chutian walked to the square well in the corner of the practice martial arts field, hit a bucket of water, and slammed it from the head.
Shaking his head hard, Chu Tian bit his teeth, trying to forget the remaining in his mind, the horror picture of the dream of last night: dripping blood, broken body, a sharp knife and a head down, and the skin Purple, Founder's face is full of righteous one-armed man screaming at him.
"It’s almost eighteen years, what are these ghosts?"
The side door of the training martial arts field was opened, and several thick arms were thick and thighed. The big man who was born with a cross-faced meat was wearing a green cloth, and his chest was exposed. The big man’s chest showed a black hair, and he walked with a broom and a long handle. Come in. They owe their owe to Chu Tian, ​​and they tidy up the martial arts field without saying a word. They cleaned the yellow sand full of footprints and sweat.
Chutian wiped the water stains on his body, grabbed a set of blue cloth long slings hanging beside the square well, and put a powdered hydrangea on the bun, and looked at himself through the well water reflection. The reflection.
The double eyebrows are like swords, the faces are square, and several scars of different lengths on the black skin cover the last childishness.
Chu Tian was quite narcissistic and smiled toward the reflection: "It’s pretty pretty! It’s not white enough. It’s no wonder that every time you go to the piano, you have to spend money.

Two cross-breasted brilliances carried a large pot, filled with a pot of Baijijiang specialties, small silver squid, fish soup, fragrant nose, a dozen glutinous rice noodles hanging on the edge of the soup pot, half of the cake filled with fish soup, It was grilled in a wok, and the sweet taste rushed. The Chutian, who had just completed the morning class, squirmed his nose and sat directly on the kerb of Fangjing, and opened his teeth to eat it.
The wind swept like a cloud, and most of the pot of soup and more than five pounds of glutinous rice noodles were all gone. Chu Tian raised his head and asked the two men: "A dog and A 哩 哩? Didn't hear it last night. The movement they came back?"
The two men owe their debts to Chutian, and they replied: "The dog brother came back last night. He found a nest of big blue wolves in the mountains. He was trying to convince them. It is estimated that he will not return within three or five days."
Looking at Chutian with a dilemma, a big man with a hint of envy, with a hint of helplessness, suddenly fell three voices and said: "Chu brother, last night, Tian Widow left him a door?"
Chu Tian stayed, and the pink hydrangea on the bun shook, and suddenly he sighed.
Looking down, 'sweet and smashing', I cleaned a pot of fish soup, and patted the belly. Chu Tian stood up and took out a piece of iron-brick stick from the weapon rack of the training martial arts. He strolled out on his shoulders.
On the 17th and 8th, you can run the horse on the arm, and you can stand on the fist. Each of the big waists is eight feet wide and nine feet wide. The face is full of flesh and the face is full of scars. The strong man who looks at it is not a good man. The iron-wood brows, the majestic, arrogant and behind the Chutian, strode out of the yard, along the bluestone paved avenue to the fish market pier.
Along the way, many people met Chutian and his entourage, and they were too busy to swear, and shouted ‘Chu Shi’s head’.
Chutian all the way to the laughter Yingying to the passers-by, and greeted them from time to time.
"Ah, old Luotou, the two arms are not hurting these two days? How can I make up the fishing net? Got it, I still have a bottle of tiger bones chasing the wine, I will go there and pick it up later!"

"Hey, money, scorpion, dried fish? Didn't you see the big sister of my family? Right, the little Zhao buddy who works in the oil mill in Zhangzhou City, the character is one-of-a-kind, strong, not gambling. The most is the family, but Minger, I will give you two talks and talks?"
"Dog-in-the big bell dog, you and his mother--are dare to come back? In the last two days, your mother almost starved at home! Don't run, give me this, I said last time, you are Going to the city of Zhangzhou, I interrupt your leg!"
A middle-aged man who gave birth to a squirrel just turned out from the corner of the street. He saw Chutian in a fierce manner, and he was scared to turn around and ran. He ran anxiously, his foot slipped, and ‘啪’ fell to the ground and fell half-dead.
Before the big dog stood up, two of the strong men behind Chu Tian had come to him, and the big-legged scorpion like the bear's paw squatted on his back. The big dog screamed and screamed, and both hands screamed on the ground.