A sip of cigarettes, a sip of wine, and a sip of food.

It took about fifteen minutes to draw a piece of white paper.

I can't draw well, and only I can understand the effect. Others may think that I was drawing a picture of a loach passing through a cave on a rainy day.

"Put the head and the water flows to the lower part. These lines represent the shape of a mountain. The overall terrain of the area where Zukengyuan is located is a concave point. I think it may be that the lake water is divided."

"What is the difference between lake water?" asked.

I immediately said: "The water from the flood discharge in Xin'an River in 1958 was divided into two parts, and most of it became Qiandao Lake. A small part formed a natural cave-shaped reservoir near the source of Zukeng. Qiandao Lake is fresh water and is not suitable for the survival of Maohunxiu, so there are fewer and fewer Maohunxiu in the lake. According to Fat Sister, the last time I saw Maohunxiu was still in the era of her father's generation, about 40 years ago, so it is possible that the Maohunxiu in Qiandao Lake died within a few years after the flood discharge of Xin'an River. This can explain why there are Maohunxiu in the water cave in the source of Zukeng, but there are very few in Qiandao Lake, and it is not even visible. This is related to the environment and water quality."

He frowned and pointed at the white paper I had painted, saying, "Yunfeng, your analysis sounds reasonable and well-founded at first glance, but in fact it is a paper talk. The details are untenable. Mao Xigua's history is far earlier than Qiandao Lake. And there were those things in the Xin'an River before Qiandao Lake was formed. Is Xin'an River not Danshui?"

After hearing what I said, I scratched my head hard.

I am right. If the native place of watermelon is taken into account, then the "lake water dichotomy theory" I guess is indeed a bit untenable, because Xin'an River was found in the Tang Dynasty.

"Okay, finish the food and ready to leave."

I directly kneaded the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Then Feng Jue Canyun ate all the vegetables and dries half of the bottle of Erguotou in one breath.

I have a good alcohol tolerance, maybe because I haven't slept much these days. After drinking half a bottle, I felt a little overwhelmed. I was dizzy when I drove, and I saw that the zebra crossing turned around.

After going back, he fell asleep.

As the saying goes, there is something to think about every day and dream about it at night. I slept very well and had a dream.

I dreamed that I went into the water alone with an oxygen bottle on my back and swam to the weapon room. I suddenly grabbed my foot with one hand. I looked down and saw that it was Brother Zhang. His face was covered with blood, and the wound I hit with stones on my forehead was deep and bones were visible. The wound was covered with dense small crabs. When Brother Zhang frowned, a small crab would squeeze out from the wound.

I was so scared that I struggled hard and wanted to shout loudly, but because I couldn't shout with an oxygen mask, the feeling of suffocation was like being strangled by the invisible hands in the water.

Brother Zhang was expressionless and shrewd at me. He pinched a small crab from the wound and put it in his mouth to eat. Then his mouth opened his mouth and stuffed his right hand in it. He took out a string of ancient golden keys from his mouth.

I asked for the keys at him, and he suddenly grabbed my neck hard. A dense red crab gushed out of his wounds and quickly crawled towards my face along his hands.

I opened my eyes and lay on the bed with sweat on my back. When I woke up, I found that my right hand was placed on my neck.

At this time, the sky was bright outside the window.

I raised my pillow, leaned it on it, looked at the roof, and recalled the dream I just had.

I thought to myself, according to the records in Zhou Gong’s dream interpretation: “Dreams about eating green crabs are auspicious, which is an image of removing armor and a sign of relief from trivial matters. Dreaming of black crabs crawling back and forth on their stomachs is a sign of illness, a sign of serious lumbar and kidney disease is about to suffer from severe lumbar and kidney disease, and a yellow crab is the most recent marriage disbanded, dreaming of crabs crawling in the fields, the main force of soldiers disturbing the soil, and the thieves and bandits are everywhere. We need to be careful of robbery in the house in the near future.”

And I dreamed of being densely packed with red crabs.

Meng Linxuan only talked about yellow crabs, green crabs and black crabs, but did not say that there were red crabs.

And I also dreamed of Brother Zhang who had been dead for a while, with a dead person plus a dark red crab. Both appeared in the dream at the same time, which should not be a good sign... So I thought of a reason to comfort myself in my heart.

Dreaming of red fish means great fortune is coming, so I dream of red crabs shouldn’t be much worse, right? They are all creatures in water.

I was thinking about it, and suddenly I felt a burst of strange oxygen on my back.

It's like there are a lot of ants crawling around.

Touch immediately with your hands.

I didn't find anything, so I endured the violent itch and found a mirror.

Holding the mirror in my back hand, I looked at it with my neck sideways and was shocked.

In the mirror, I saw that the last time I was caught by a watermelon on my back, there was a black and purple area, and milky white juice flowed out, as if it was rotten and inflamed.

I squeezed the pus hard, but unexpectedly I squeezed out a dark red crab the size of a fingernail.

I was so scared by this scene that I gasped. I didn't hold the mirror firmly for a while and fell to the ground and shattered.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

I was still lying in the bed.

After a while of ease, I woke up. I pinched the flesh on my face hard, which hurt very much.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that I had a dream last night. I looked at my back and nothing happened.

......

At around 8 o'clock that night, Chatou and I went to the city north guesthouse again to find Tongjiang Lao Jie Haiping.

"What's wrong with me? What are you thinking? Give us a reply." He said after entering the door.

The room was still dark and smelling musty. The old man sat on the chair and said, "Think about it, I will work with you, and take me to that water cave in the second half of the night tonight."

I put my head and face on my face, but I noticed a strange color flashing in my head and eyes.

I hurriedly clasped my fists and bent down and said, "Senior, I was too reckless last night. I was young and energetic and had no rules. I hope you don't remember the villain's life, so don't hold a grudge against me."

After hearing this, he grinned and said, "What's wrong, Xiaoyanfeng? Did your master tell you about me?"

I nodded.

"Senior, please draw a fee."

I took out Huazi and handed it over, and then took out a lighter to help him light it.

He took a deep breath and slowly spitted the smoke on my face.

I don't hide or avoid, and I smile.

"Senior, are your legs numb? Why don't I help you with your legs?"

He waved his hand and said no, but I still squatted down on my own and helped him pound his legs.

"Haha, you junior, can bend and stretch. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you even for your master's sake. I'm old and have a bad memory. I have forgotten what happened yesterday."

I was relieved to hear this.

Tongjiang Lao Jie Haiping, a big pot of the Southern School in his early years, was not afraid of him. I pleased him because I needed to rely on him to help us solve the problem of Mao Xigua.

If the watermelon can't be processed, then we can't continue to explore what else is deeper in the water cave, so I'm thinking about the overall situation.

"Xiaoyanfeng, do you think it's your Northern Sect more powerful, or our Southern Sect more powerful."

I stopped moving my hands.

My damn name is not Xiaoyan Peak, but my name is Shenyan Peak, but I didn't dare to say this sentence.

I know he called it wrong on purpose, but he still cared about what happened last night.

At this time, put your head aside and your knuckles hit the tabletop one by one.
Chapter completed!