[Thunderbolt][鷇梦] Qin Xiao and Ming

Twelve

When Wu Mengsheng woke up, he didn't see Yinzi, and the sound of rain outside the cave had stopped, but there was a faint sound of flute.

The sound of the flute whimpered, thick and soft, which should have been top grade, but some places were handled bluntly, and there was always an illusion that it almost hit the south wall and then stopped in time, it sounded awkward and awkward.

Wu Mengsheng listened attentively, tapped the beat with his fingertips, then shook his head, lifted his thin quilt, got up and left the cave.

There is fresh rain in the mountains, the air is heavy and humid, and the smell of green grass mixed with the smell of earth is particularly refreshing.

Wu Mengsheng took a few deep breaths, and subconsciously raised his hand to catch something thrown at him, only to find it was an apple still drenched with dew when he held it up to his eyes.

"Thanks." Not intending to be polite to this person, Wu Mengsheng wiped off the water droplets on the apple and gnawed it, right for breakfast, "What's the plan after that?"

But seeing Yinzi put away his flute, he raised his finger indifferently.

"Take a boat and head west."

From Cuihuan Mountain to the west, the Yuyang River was a few miles away.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Wu Mengsheng looked at the blue waves in front of him and murmured, "When will the Yuyang River be at the foot of Cuihuan Mountain?"

"It's not the Yuyang River." After a pause, Yinzi continued, "It rained heavily last night."

Wu Mengsheng glanced at Yinzi, who didn't speak much at first, but looked more dignified since he got on the boat, "Is the upper river embankment broken?"

Cuihuan Mountain is gentle, and the soil is not easy to collapse and cause mudslides. It is absolutely impossible for landslides to block the river course. If the water level rises to this point overnight, there is no other option but to burst the embankment.

However, before he could think carefully, the hull of the boat trembled violently, and Wumeng staggered, and he was able to stand firm by supporting the edge of the boat in front of him.

"This is--"

The current in front of him was turbulent, and the hull of the boat was spinning along the current, and it was about to be sucked into the bottom of the water.But Wu Mengsheng didn't see a trace of surprise in his eyes. He stood firm and turned around and said, "Is there a countermeasure?"

However, the situation did not wait for anyone, the next moment the world spun, and the wooden boat broke into pieces of wood slag under the unbearable force of the flowing water.

Immediately afterwards, the icy lake water overflowed the top of the head, overwhelming the sky and covering the sky and driving the two of them into the bottom of the water.

An unreasonable thought flashed through my mind.

Wu Mengsheng, who had kept his breath shut and allowed the water to drift, suddenly opened his eyes. After recognizing Mo Lan's figure not far away, he swam with all his might and grabbed the clothes tightly, as if he was afraid that a torrent would come and wash them away.

What Wu Mengsheng grabbed was Yinzi's collar, the buoyancy in the water countered the gravity, so at this moment he was pulling Yinzi as easily as if he was carrying a little chicken.

The water flow was fast, and even with good water quality, Wu Mengsheng only managed to come out of the water once, and he was dragged into the water by the strong suction force between advancing and retreating. If he didn't take a breath, he would probably suffocate to death.

There are many inconveniences for the mortal body, which is probably the case.

Wu Mengsheng gritted his teeth, stretched his hand into his sleeve and grasped the golden leaf that Su Zhenzhen had given before, but his index finger touched the edge of the leaf, and a trace of blood red appeared, and then disappeared in the turbulent running water in an instant, unable to Leaves the slightest trace on the leaves.

As the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, Wu Mengsheng only felt a tight pain in his chest, and his eyes turned black, his strength seemed to be soaked out by running water, and the clicking sound of the timepiece was even more disturbing. Forced to transform into a zither to break away from the restrictions of a mortal body, but even so, he still used all his strength to hold on to the heavier and heavier sound in his hand, and the previous thought became more and more clear——

Can't let go, this stupid bird can't swim!

Rao is a god, and the time to hold his breath is also limited. Wumengsheng can hide his spirit into the zither and escape from the restrictions of a mortal body, but it is hard to say that he can't speak water, or even a little watery...

The immortal who recorded the fairy tale inadvertently died of drowning?

Such a glorious deed of weeping ghosts and gods, unprecedented and unprecedented, may make the entire fairy world eat melon seeds for several years after dinner.

Consciousness was about to disperse, and Wumengsheng opened his mouth and said something anxiously, but the exit was only a few bubbles, which had no real effect except for the bubbles popping up——

It's hopeless, Yinzi, just wait for thousands of years to make you laugh!

Wu Mengsheng stretched out his hand, Fang wanted to put all his eggs in one fist and punched Yinzi in the face to see if he could wake him up. Suddenly, he felt his hand tighten, and he was pulled and bound again, and immediately his lips became soft and sticky. Warm, a soft and warm breath replaced the cold lake water in his mouth, which made him take a breath and not really suffocate.

When he was half-drowsy and half awake, as soon as the chirping passed in his ears, the chirping birds started to make a noise, as if he was determined not to let him stop for a moment.

Wumengsheng remembers this bird.

She is not gray, with white spots dotted on her hair. Although her body is a little thinner, she is not weak and unfashionable, and she is simply not that good-looking.

Wu Mengsheng waved his hand, pushing the bird away from him.

The little bird was almost hit, but it only took a small step away, and then hurriedly jumped back with its two little claws, inhaling in a demonstration, its belly swelled up, and it bulged into a ball.

Wu Mengsheng knew this bird, after all, he had just seen it in his dream last night.

But at that time the bird was even uglier, probably because it was just out of the shell, its bones were not strong, its feathers were a little bald, its head was not big, its pointed beak could take up more than half the diameter of its head when it opened, its legs and feet were still weak , staggered straight to the ground.But even so, it still stumbled and tried to get to Wu Mengsheng's side, staring at Wu Mengsheng and barking desperately.

It's like calling a soul.

The cry was not ordinary, it was sharp and short, pecking at Wumengsheng's nerves, causing Wumengsheng's head to hurt from the noise, and finally pinched the bird's beak with his fingers and forced it to shut up. quiet.

As for why Wu Mengsheng was sure that these two were the same bird, it was entirely because right now, this bird was doing the same thing as the one last night——

Call him.

Fortunately, this time it sounded a little better than last time.

Wu Mengsheng raised his eyebrows, and stared at the pair of small mung bean eyes, "Last time it was a bald chicken, what is it this time? Turtledove baby?"

Hearing this, the bird jumped up silently, and greeted Wu Mengsheng's head with one wing.

Wu Mengsheng hurriedly chased him away, but when he raised his hand, his consciousness suddenly became bright, and he actually woke up.