Listening to the people singing praises and virtues below, Gai Yi suddenly felt that he was full of dignity and his face was high-spirited.

Village chief Han De quickly shouted: "Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu!".

After waiting for a long time, Guo Xuanwu did not appear. Han De shook his head and cupped his hands and said: "Sir! Poor old Zhang's wife has died of illness a long time ago. She only has one son, Xiaowu. Maybe it's because he is still young and only cares about playing and doesn't know how to run away.

You've gone to play somewhere, why don't you let me take care of it for you?"

"Okay! In the future, if anyone is injured due to catching the ink dolphin, you will report it, and I will follow this example and issue a pension of ten guan to each person. I hope you will do a good job!"

"Thank you, sir!" Han De thanked him with his mouth, but he was too lazy to curse in his heart.

The highlight of the banquet has finally begun. The most delicious part of the pork belly is undoubtedly the belly white, which is the whitest part of the fish's belly. After the most distinguished guest holds a knife in his hand, the fish belly can be cut open and sent to the kitchen for cleaning.

The pot is broken, the part where the fish belly is opened is called the dolphin lottery, and the person who draws the lottery is of course Gai Yi.

Gai Yi had already moved his index finger and was impatient to wait. He held a delicate and small knife in his hand and walked up to the ink dolphin. The four guards were still inseparable and lined up on both sides of him.

He first gently stroked the bulging belly of the ink dolphin and said with a smile: "I really want to see what the little ink dolphin cub looks like inside?"

The fish belly was slowly opened, and bright red fish blood flowed down the crack, indicating the freshness of the ink dolphin, which made Gai couldn't help but nod and smile.

Just when he was about to completely cut open the fish's belly, his elbows and armpits became raw!

Suddenly, a living thing emerged from the gap in the fish belly!

Everyone present was shocked. Upon closer inspection, they saw that it was a three-foot-tall red baby covered in blood!

"This is……"

Gai Yi was stunned and froze on the spot.

I saw this crimson baby suddenly stood up, holding a bright dagger in his right hand, and jumped into the air with a stomp of a wooden platform. His arms suddenly grew three feet in length, and he suddenly jumped in front of Gai Yi's eyes.

One wave!

A shining arc lit up in the sky, and a red line immediately appeared on Gai Yi's throat!

Gai Yi never dreamed that a person would emerge from the belly of a fish. From the time the child appeared to the time he was killed, he always maintained the same posture, gaping and dumbfounded.

After the red little guy succeeded in the attack, he ran towards the lake. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, they saw that his body was growing inch by inch as he ran. By the time he reached the river, he had already grown into a full-sized baby.

The size of a thirteen or fourteen year old child.

"Plop!"

Guo Xuanwu jumped into the lake, and the sound of water woke up the stunned people.

The village chief, Han De, was so frightened that he sat on the ground. He was confused and shouted as if he was crazy: "It's the Red Water Ghost... It's the Red Water Ghost who is asking for his life..."

The four guards and hundreds of guards suddenly became confused and commotion, shouting and shouting, their swords were unsheathed, and they boarded the boat with torches. Some people shouted at the fishermen to go back to get their nets and want to go to the lake.

Here to round up this red water ghost.

"Wow!"

At this moment, water suddenly rolled on the water about 20 meters away from the shore, and the upper body of a dark child was exposed. Then he split the water and galloped away into the distance. The speed was faster than

The fast horses on land are not much different!

"Catch him! Chase after him..."

Before he finished shouting two sentences, Guo Xuanwu disappeared...

Two days later, it was sunset and the sky was filled with sunset.

On a small grassland to the west of "Mo Lake", an official road passes through the middle, dividing the grassland into two halves. Two figures, the old man, dragged by the slanting sunlight, are reflected on the official road.

On the grass on the left, two men holding swords were standing opposite each other. The one holding the sword was an old man. He was calm and powerful, and he was in a posture of splitting Huashan. Opposite him was a young man, holding two swords and posing like a sword.

When he summoned the spirit snake out of the cave, he looked nervous and his swords were trembling slightly. It was obvious that his momentum was at a disadvantage.

"Duel! There is a duel between Jianghu people. Come and watch!"

Under a big tree on the roadside, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old with acne on his face screamed, which attracted the pedestrians who were walking on the official road and resting by the roadside to curiously gather under the tree.

There were about fifteen or six people.

Everyone was nervously watching the two people on the grass, staring intently. For ordinary people, the duel between rivers and lakes is a rare spectacle. Today is a blessing for the eyes.

The old man holding the knife was the first to attack. He roared loudly and slashed his opponent's top door with his knife.

The young man holding the two swords was about to raise his sword to parry, but suddenly his foot slipped and he slipped at this fatal moment and fell to the ground!

The young man screamed, sat on the ground, raised his swords, and tried his best to stand up. He heard a "Dang!" and sparks flew out. The sword was held, but his whole body was shaken and slid backwards.

After going out for three or four meters, he just had a chance to stand up.

The old man continued to chase, and the young man raised his sword to meet him. The two of them fought back and forth, making the crowd watching very excited.

The young man with pimples on his face asked in a low voice to an old man next to him who was dressed in Chinese clothes, had white hair, and was slightly hunched over: "Old man, who do you think can win between the two of them?"

The old man with white hair stroked his white beard and said with a confident smile: "Can't you see? Of course the young man with the sword will win."

"Oh? Why? Why do I think he is so young? Look, he was beaten so hard that he could only parry!"

"You don't understand this, do you? He looks weak on the surface, but in fact he has been hiding his strength and is looking for an opportunity to kill with one strike!"

The old man holding the knife fought more and more fiercely, while the young man holding the two swords parried and retreated. The two gradually turned from fighting to chasing.

More and more people gathered to watch the duel, and when they heard the conversation between the two, they all started to comment.

The old man with white hair and white beard said again: "Let me tell you! The young man holding the sword is waiting for his opponent to be exhausted before using his trump card to kill him. This is called waiting for work with ease, do you understand?"

The boy with acne on his face said unconvinced: "Well! I don't think that the young man holding the sword will win. Old man, you must be dazzled by the mistake. As the saying goes, the boxer is afraid of the young, the stick is afraid of the old wolf, that old man

You have a knife in your hand!"

"Don't worry! What I saw is correct. If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

"Okay! Old man, do you dare to make a bet with me? I bet the one with the knife will win!"

"Okay! Just bet!"

At this point, the young man holding the sword was seen dodging left and right, surrounded by dangers. His head was almost cut off several times, and he looked very embarrassed.

The onlookers all looked at the old man in rich clothes with surprise, thinking: "Is it possible that this old man has too much money to spend? He has definitely lost this bet."

The old man with white hair took out a heavy money bag from his arms, weighed it in his hand and said, "I have fifty taels of silver in it! How much can you bet?"

The pockmarked young man picked up a bamboo hat next to him, turned it over, put the old man's money bag in, and took out a small piece of silver from his arms. With a blush on his face, he said awkwardly: "Old man, I

I only have one tael with me, how can I bet with you?"

"It doesn't matter! Just bet one and lose two!"
Chapter completed!