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Chapter 649 Interception
(It's my wife's birthday on Saturday, and I'm going shopping and having dinner with her, so I won't have time to write. Hehehe!)

Heavy snow fell, whitening both banks of the great river, yet it could not leave a trace on the mighty river flowing eastward. It seemed to cover the mountains and plains in a boundless and magnificent manner, but it disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the river water, merging itself into a part of the great river.

Li Dachui stood on a rock on the shore, his hands behind his back. The waves surged in, crashing against the rock beneath his feet, shattering into countless sparkling droplets that splashed onto stones of all sizes before sliding back into the water.

On the river, a small fishing boat drifted downstream. Unlike the main river, the boat's canopy was covered in a layer of white. An old man with white hair stood at the bow, raising his arm to cast the fishing net out, and then slowly pulling it up little by little.

"Old man, how was the harvest?" Li Dachui shouted.

"Not bad, not bad. At least I can have enough to eat for a few days with the copper coins!" The fishing boat drifted downstream. The white-haired fisherman gathered his catch from the net, tidied it up, and once again threw the net vigorously into the river.

In the blink of an eye, the fisherman and the boat became a black dot in Li Dachui's eyes.

Looking up at the sky, amidst the wind and snow, a black dot flew in from afar, hovering in the air before shooting down like an arrow.

Li Dachui stretched out his arm, and the divine eagle landed on it. He took out a strip of meat from his pocket, fed it to the eagle, and with a flick of his arm, the eagle flapped its wings and flew away again.

Li Dachui looked in the direction the eagle had flown and started walking.

The wind and snow grew stronger.

A man, a horse, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, walks through the wind and snow.

The old man was clean, and even the horse wasn't covered in a single snowflake.

The roar of the river could be heard in my ears.
The old man turned around and looked in the direction of Tongan County.
By this time, Kang Zhen should have already arrived in Tongan County, and Yan Cheng should have opened the city gates and surrendered to the enemy, right?
They arrived in a grand and imposing manner, surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, their minds filled with the idea of ​​restoring the glory of the Great Chu. But in the blink of an eye, they were disheveled and abandoned tens of thousands of followers, fleeing alone.

Even their son perished here.

He bowed his head, and two tears fell onto the snow.

He looked up, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

With a squeeze of his legs against the horse's belly, the horse had just lifted its hooves and hadn't even taken its first step when the old man on horseback reined it in again. He turned his head back, looking at the old man with some confusion, but the old man was looking straight ahead.

Along with the rumbling of the river, a voice as hoarse as a gong was singing a tune:

The Yangtze River rolls eastward, and its waves wash away all heroes.

Success or failure is all in vain.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank are accustomed to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of wine to celebrate our reunion.

So many things in the past and present are just a joke.

His voice is terrible.
But the melody is very rich and deep.
What's even more moving is the lyrics.

Xiang Ying listened for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on his face. He lightly patted his horse's rump, and the horse slowly moved forward. The mighty river appeared before them.
On the banks of the great river, a man with his hands behind his back was singing loudly.

After the song ended, the man turned around and looked at the old man riding up on horseback with a smile: "General Xiang, how have you been?"

"The melody is good, but the lyrics are even better!" Xiang Ying looked down at Li Dachui.

"What about people?"

"He's just an average guy!" Xiang Ying dismounted and looked coldly at Li Dachui. "Are you here to mock me?"

Li Dachui shook his head: "Do you think someone like me would do something so boring?"

Xiang Ying laughed: "I thought you would be happy to see me leave! Didn't I do as you wished, abandoning the troops and returning to Danyang alone?"

"That's still not enough!" Li Dachui reached out and untied his cloak, folding it neatly and placing it on the ground, then weighing it down with a stone. "Beyond the pass, there's the Sea Condensation Technique, and the Xiang Clan has the Mountain-Shaking Skill. I've already seen the Sea Condensation Technique; how can I miss this rare opportunity to witness the Mountain-Shaking Skill?"

Xiang Ying burst into laughter: "I heard you only entered the Innate Realm this year?"

Li Dachui nodded: "To be precise, it was at the end of last year."

"I've been a Xiantian for twenty years!" Xiang Ying grinned maliciously, his straw hat and raincoat suddenly flying up and onto the saddle. The horse trotted lightly to one side.

"Those who leave early may not necessarily leave fast!" Li Dachui shook his head and said.

"Everyone outside says that you killed Kou Zhun and Yang Jian, and that Old Master Tang of Shu County also died at your hands?"

"Kou Zhun and Yang Jian both died in battle, and I got a huge advantage. Old Master Tang was also seriously injured when he returned to Shu County, while I was well-rested and ready. Old Master Tang couldn't leave and refused to leave, so he had no choice but to fight me head-on, and that's why he died. These previous battles don't really count; today is the real battle!" Li Dachui said with a smile. "Between innate beings, there are very few head-on confrontations. If I miss today, I think it will be very unlikely that I will be able to fight General Xiang again. So how could I miss such a great opportunity?"

"For me, this is truly a great joy!" Xiang Ying cracked his knuckles. "Whether we defeat you or kill you, it will instantly turn our situation in Jiangnan around. Li Dachui, you are too arrogant. Today I will show you what it means to be a wise man who does not stand under a dangerous wall. The situation you have worked so hard to create today will be greatly diminished by your failure!"

"If I don't give General Xiang this opportunity, how can he possibly fight me with all his might?" Li Dachui laughed. "If you want to run, I can't stop you, can I?"

“That’s right, I’m old. There’s no great incentive that can move me anymore, so I’m too lazy to do it myself!” Xiang Ying said.

"I've always been good at catering to people's preferences!" Li Dachui chuckled and said, "As for the situation in Dancheng, I'm probably a bit better informed than you are right now. I've created a good opportunity for Na Wei, but he's still a bit lacking in skill. He hasn't completely taken control of Danyang yet. If you, General, return in good health, even if you're alone, I'm afraid Na Wei won't get the better of you and Xiong Yi working together. I need to find a way to make you evenly matched!"

"So I can go back, but I must be a wounded, dying man who has lost tens of thousands of followers and cannot even protect myself!"

Li Dachui clapped his hands and said, "That's exactly right!"

"Then let's see if you have the ability!" Xiang Ying took a deep breath, and countless snowflakes on the ground were suddenly lifted into the air like a piece of cloth, then rolled inwards layer by layer, forming a snow pile as thick as a person could hug in the air.

The snow stake hovered in front of Xiang Ying. With a flick of his hand, the snow stake immediately began to spin rapidly. With a whistling sound, Xiang Ying waved his hand, and the snow stake flew towards Li Dachui, who was not far away. After the snow stake, Xiang Ying stretched his long arm forward, penetrating deep into the tail of the snow stake, and exerted force with both legs, increasing his speed faster and faster.

As the snow piles formed, Li Dachui's smile vanished. He reached out and a stream of water suddenly leaped out of the river. When it emerged from the water, it was as thick as a bucket, but by the time it reached Li Dachui's hand, it was only the size of a single hand. A layer of blue sparks covered the water.

With a flick of his arm, the long spear, gleaming with sparks, pierced straight towards the snow pile opposite him.

(End of this chapter)