Qiao Heng thought about the reaction of many witnesses in advance, maybe he would politely refuse, or maybe he would directly use force after the negotiation broke down to solve him, a martial arts scum. Of course, there is also a slight possibility that Fang Zheng will agree.

When he heard the quid pro quo of the evidence, his only thought was: Sure enough, this is the style of the Shaolin Temple.

I think that when Ren Yingying and Ling Hu Chong came to Shaolin Temple to ask for the Yijin Sutra, Fang Zheng made this request.

And when I did it and Xiang Wentian broke into the Shaolin Temple and started to kill, Fang Zheng also had the idea of leaving them in the Shaolin Temple in order to prevent them from causing trouble, the only difference is that there is no Yijin Sutra as a benefit this time.

However, who are these people, either the protagonist of the original book, the darling of Heaven, or the murderer who kills people like hemp and treats human life like a mustard.

How can he compare with these people?

Qiao Heng didn't suppress his laughter, he looked much more comfortable now than just now, as if he had been freed from a layer of shackles.

In Master Fang Sheng's eyes, the young man opposite seemed to have finally torn through the illusion of modesty that he had forcibly disguised, and his eyes were a forest of cold streams. Although there is still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, it does not seem indifferent and quiet, nor warm and warm, but is full of indifference.

Qiao Heng said, "Thanks to the abbot. Speaking of the two masters may not believe it, I am no stranger to the Buddhist scriptures, if I can have the opportunity, stay in Shaolin all day long, morning bell and dusk drum, chanting and worshipping the Buddha and concentrate on further study, for me, it is not a fairy day. 」

"It doesn't matter to me whether I enter Shaolin or not, but I'm afraid of it, I want to stay, but the two masters don't want to. 」

Qiao Heng stretched out his left hand to the head of the sect, Fang Zheng, and motioned for the other party to personally check what kind of state he was in now.

Fang Zheng was a little stunned, he understood what Qiao Heng meant. He didn't refuse, and then put his three fingers together on Qiao Heng's wrist.

Qiao Heng so generously sent one of the lifelines of those who practiced martial arts to Fang Zheng's hands.

Fang Zheng closed his eyes and felt the meridians under his hands.

The Yijin Sutra has always been effective in harmonizing internal forces, so he released a small wisp of internal force, and as soon as this internal force penetrated into Qiao Heng's meridians, it was like a fish swimming in water, without suffering a little rejection, and without the slightest burden on the owner of the body.

Seeing that his senior brother was silent and his brows gradually furrowed, Master Fang Sheng asked with some concern, "What's the matter, Senior Brother?"

Fang Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and as soon as he raised his hand, he asked his junior brother to stop speaking for the time being.

Fang Zheng let go of Qiao Heng's hand, stood up, and then regardless of whether his sudden behavior would seem a little abrupt, he came to Qiao Heng and said, "It's rude. 」

Before the words fell, he put one hand on Qiao Heng's shoulder, and then he seemed to probe his bones, and his thin hands brushed over several big holes.

Fang Zheng looked at Qiao Heng with a surprised look.

Regarding the current physical condition of the young man, Master Fang Zheng only thought of one word: the end of the crossbow.

However, the other party used such a body to move as usual to climb Shaomuro Mountain. As the monk came here and sat down, he didn't show any discomfort at all.

Fang Zheng said, "Amitabha. 」

He returned to the futon and sat down, twisting the rosary beads one by one.

At this moment, Fang Zheng still didn't understand why Qiao Heng wanted the Yijin Sutra. However, Qiao Heng obviously knew that even with the Yi Jin Sutra, I am afraid that it would not help his own injuries, because it was too late.

However, even if Qiao Heng knew that this hope was extremely slim, he wanted to give it a try.

It's a game-breaker.

Qiao Heng coughed a few times, feeling a little more comfortable. He said, "I wonder what the abbot wants?"

The positions of the two of them seemed to have been reversed.

Fang Zheng let Qiao Heng make a decision, and now it was Qiao Heng's turn to let Fang Zheng make a decision.

He must get the Yijin Sutra, and if Fang Zheng is bent on letting him stay in the Shaolin Temple, he has no opinion. However, the problem is

He himself didn't know how long he could hold out now.

He didn't care if he would die in a foreign land.

Fuzhou is Lin Pingzhi's hometown, not his, the capital is just a place where he temporarily resides in this world, and the Shaolin Temple is not fundamentally different from the first two.

Anyway, it's not his real homeland.

But he still has an official position in the imperial court, and if he just enters the Buddha Gate with his front foot and dies here with his back foot, what will everyone guess about him, he will be powerless.

Master Fang Sheng didn't know what was going on between Senior Brother and Qiao Heng, and what made him feel even more strange was that he seemed to see a little compassion in Senior Brother's gaze at Qiao Heng.

Seeing this, he understood that his senior brother's intention had failed, and the other party successfully persuaded his senior brother.

It was clear that everything was happening in front of his eyes, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Fang Zheng said, "Senior brother, the tea is cold, you go and pour the water in the pot and make a new pot." 」

Master Fang Sheng heard the meaning of Senior Brother wanting to break him away and teach the Yijin Sutra to Qiao Heng. He had always been very convinced by Fang Zheng, and seeing that his senior brother had made a decision, he silently picked up the handle of the pot, saluted Fang Zheng and Qiao Heng with one hand, and then left the room.

The door opened, and then there was another creak of closing.

Fang Zheng said to Qiao Heng: "I also hope that after Tan Yue leaves Shaolin, he will not pass on the scriptures to others. 」

As soon as Qiao Heng heard this, he knew that the other party had made the final choice.

Fang Sheng came to the clear stream in the mountains, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and after silently reciting a volume of scriptures, he started to make a pot of clear stream water. Instead of going to see Fang Zheng immediately, he went to a side room, put the teapot on the warm fire, and boiled it slowly.

When the stream was boiling, he carried the teapot to the outside of Fang Zheng's room.

He knocked on the door, and after receiving Fang's permission, he walked inside.

At this time, Qiao Heng was no longer there.

He didn't stay.

Master Fang Sheng put the teapot on the low table, then knelt down on the futon, and said, "Senior brother is stupid, I really can't figure out why Senior Brother let him leave Shaolin after learning the Yi Jin Sutra, and ask Senior Brother to solve my doubts. 」

If the other party is a decent gentleman, this matter will be forgotten, but the other party is not. This makes people wonder, aren't you afraid that the Shaolin Temple will help to abuse it?

Fang Zheng's eyes seemed to be fixed on the water vapor wafting from the spout, and he said, "He will die soon. 」

The monks don't speak.

Fang Sheng knew that what Senior Brother said was true. However, he didn't see the slightest clue at all, and couldn't help blurting out: "...... How so?"

Fang Zheng said, "Life and death are impermanent, junior brother, you are in love. 」

Fang Zheng thought helplessly: Of course you can't see that young man has a very high heart, how can he easily show weakness to others.

At first, he was worried that this misguided young man would continue to be obsessed with Wulin after getting the Yi Jin Sutra, and there would be no peace in the imperial court since then. That's why he made this decision to persuade Qiao Heng to stay in Buddhism, but who would have thought that he was too worried about all this.

And forcing the other party to reveal his scars to prove that he will die soon, is not his intention.

If you look at it from the standpoint of Shaolin Temple, if Qiao Heng really dies here, Shaolin Temple is equivalent to giving authority to others.

is reasonable, and Fang Zheng knows that he is destined to not be able to keep this person.

Fang Zheng said to the student, "Senior brother, my brother is going to retreat, and Shaolin will be under your care during this time. 」

Master Fang Sheng was shocked, retreat is a common thing, but at this time, it is worth saying solemnly that Senior Brother wants to retreat? Senior Brother is now in retreat, what he is pursuing is the sincerity of the Bright Silence, which is what everyone often calls the Round Death.

He persuaded: "Senior brother, now that the rivers and lakes are in turmoil, without the help of senior brother, I am afraid that we will not be able to do it. 」

Fang Zheng smiled and shook his head, he looked at Master Fang Sheng meaningfully, and said, "Senior disciple is wrong, retreating for brother is the best thing. 」

Three days later

The boat is rushing on the river, the river wind is hunting, and the flag of the sailor is fluttering in the air.

Qiao Heng held a carrier pigeon in his hand, and he took the letter tube off its leg and pulled out the note in it. He spread it out and took a look, and sure enough, it was the little emperor urging him to return to Beijing as soon as possible.

This carrier pigeon specially cultivated by the military department to transmit messages and contact sailors was actually used by the little emperor in this way.

He asked Kim for a handful of food, and let the pigeon eat it first.

Then he took the opportunity to write a short reply letter and filled it in the mailbox. When he saw that the pigeon was resting, he opened the window. The pigeon felt the river breeze blowing through the window, it tilted its head and shook its feathers, flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

Qiao Heng saw that the pigeon was flying away, so he closed the window. Now that winter is about to begin, it is very cold on the river, but after opening the window for a while, the warmth in the cabin has run away.

He looked back at Jin Tuo and saw that the young man was pulling a face, without a hint of a smile. He quipped, "Why are you so unhappy?"

Early that morning, when Jin Ji woke up, he found that Qiao Heng was missing, and after reading the letter left by his brother, he knew that he had taken someone to Shaolin Temple.

He is not a child who doesn't understand anything, how can he not know how the people of the rivers and lakes think of Brother now, but even he understands this matter, why does Brother suddenly not understand?

If there is an accident and others don't mention it, Liu Qin, who was forced by the two of them to stay in the capital to guard the house, will definitely go crazy.

Jin Ji was even more angry when he saw Qiao Heng's appearance as if he didn't realize anything. It wasn't the pretense of unhappiness that he usually joked about, this time, he really felt a wave of anger steaming in his chest.

"Brother, do you have to do it as long as you want to do it, and you don't care about other people's feelings?"

While Qiao Heng was slightly stunned, Jin Ji had already turned around and was about to leave.

"Dou, stop. Qiao Heng said.

Kim stood in the doorway, with his back to the room, and stopped. Brother only calls him Jin Ji on weekdays, and at this time he called out his real name, thinking that he was moving his real character, but he still didn't say a word.

Qiao Heng said: "When you get to the next port, you get off the ship, you haven't been home for a long time, take advantage of this time, go home, and take a break." 」

Kim was a little aggrieved, but he didn't dare to resist. He said, "Yes. And he walked away without looking back.

If he turned back at this time, he would find that although Qiao Heng said words of concern in his mouth, his face was extremely cold.

Formulaic concerns, assembly-line work-like discourse.

Regarding Watchman's question just now, Qiao Heng's answer was "I really don't care", anyway, if "necessary", he can always coax people back.

Now only Qiao Heng was left in the room.

After resting for a while, he threw the note sent by the little emperor, along with some scrap manuscripts from his official duties, into the brazier for heating in the cabin.

The smoke from the burning paper disperses in the air.

Qiao Heng felt a little tightness in his chest, and as a last resort, he opened another gap in the window that had just been closed after the pigeon was released.

He frowned, and he didn't feel comfortable for a long time.

Then I couldn't help but tilt my head, and a mouthful of blood spit onto the ground.

This mouthful of blood spit out, and it immediately felt much more comfortable. He closed his eyes, put the weight of his body on the back of his chair, and rested for a few more moments before he fully recovered.

I don't know how long later, a little guy came indoors and came to add water and carbon.

When the little guy saw the blood on the ground, he didn't know what to do.

Qiao Heng said, "Pack it up, don't say more. 」

The little guy listened to his cold voice, which was completely different from his usual tone, and he hurriedly responded and didn't dare to say a word.

In recent days, there have been many rumors on the rivers and lakes.

Some people saw that Lin Pingzhi had led people to visit Shaolin Temple, and they didn't know what to say. It is said that he was also invited by the Shaolin abbot to have a secret talk, and the two sides were safe, and they were safe and sound when they finally separated.

Someone asked why Shaolin Temple didn't take Lin Pingzhi directly,

Shaolin Temple is a top sect in today's martial arts, can't it subdue more than a dozen people in the government?

Some people wonder if there is a deal between the imperial court and the Shaolin Temple, otherwise according to the temperament of the imperial court, why would the Shaolin Temple be let go alone?

After learning that the Shaolin abbot had closed the death pass, everyone was in an uproar.

At present, no one can see that Shaolin Temple is bowing to the imperial court.

Unexpectedly, in the face of the imperial court, even the Shaolin Temple, which is a martial arts master, had to avoid its edge.

The Wudang faction has always been good friends with the head of Shaolin, and the two factions advance and retreat together. Now seeing Shaolin doing this, he knows what Fang Zheng thinks, and he said in his heart, the next time he learns the news of Fang Zheng, it may be the time for the other party to pass away.

So after Shaolin, the Wudang faction closed the mountain gate again on the rivers and lakes, and the disciples could not close the sect. Everyone knew in their hearts that the day when Wudang opened the mountain again, it would probably be the time when the disputes between the rivers and lakes and the courts would end completely.

Yue Buqun didn't expect that Shaolin Wudang would retreat to the government one step ahead of everyone, so that the rivers and lakes would no longer have any power to resist in front of the imperial court, so he, the leader of the Wuyue Alliance, was just an empty shell general.

Now among the various factions in the rivers and lakes, only the Demon Sect and the Wuyue Sword Sect are left.

However, the Demon Sect, since it was purged by the imperial court of thousands of sects, is now very good at keeping to itself, that Ren Yingying is very skillful, and now it is to dismiss the cultists, and it is to beat the court officials everywhere, anyway, the Demon Sect has always had a bad reputation, and now it is not afraid to bear the infamy of waging its tail and begging for mercy to the imperial court.

In other words, if he chooses to lead the Wuyue Sword Sect to continue to resist stubbornly, the most powerful help will no longer exist.

The bamboo basket is empty.

Yue Buqun held back the feeling of powerlessness in his heart and said to the disciples, "From today onwards, my Huashan disciples will not be able to send out. 」

However, this time Fang Zheng still missed the situation in the rivers and lakes.

Nowadays, the first-class sects in the rivers and lakes have all expressed their attitudes, no longer participating in the dispute between the rivers and lakes, retreating in their own sects, and ignoring the affairs outside the window.

Some small sects that are attached to the survival of these famous factions have also concocted the same method.

However, Xu is people turned against each other too quickly, which aroused the unwillingness of many people in the rivers and lakes.

"Shaolin Wudang is in vain to be the leader of the martial arts, and he was the first to defect to the lackeys of the government!"

"Whether it's the Demon Sect or the so-called famous sects, they don't take us seriously at all! I think that when the two of them fought to the death, we didn't do less, but at this critical juncture, they swept the snow in front of their own door!"

Even if those famous factions bow their heads to the imperial court, although they will inevitably hurt their muscles and bones, they still have the background. But for some small sects that are not very well-known, this concession really has no chance to rise up.

And this is especially true for those who are in the evil path, they have been able to develop so far, whether it is money or exercises, I don't know how many things come from the wrong way, and now let them live on the bright side, it is equivalent to splashing a bowl of water on the ground scorched by the scorching sun.

Retreat is difficult, and advance is inevitably full of crises and difficulties.

Then they might as well fight to the death.

"I remember that the water bandits have already been wiped out once, why was the water division attacked again?" the emperor's voice was extremely calm, and he asked the soldier on the other side.

The squire of the military department said, "Your Majesty, among the people who attacked the water division this time, I am afraid that not only are the remnants of the water bandits, but also many people from the rivers and lakes who did not live on the water in the first place. 」

The counterattack of these Jianghu people was extremely ferocious, and the sailors were directly caught off guard, and the casualties among officers and men in various places far exceeded those in the past.

Objectively speaking, those individual people who have never joined the sect to fight alone, as well as the small sects that are as numerous as cattle, are the real "most people" on the rivers and lakes. Even though they had lost a lot of strength because they were forced to get involved in the melee between the righteous and demons, the population base was still huge, and they were as small as drops of water, but these drops gathered together to form the so-called "rivers and lakes".

They originally expected those famous factions to resist the imperial court, but they didn't expect these masters to retreat first

Finish.

There was a threat from the imperial court in the past, and then it lost the suppression of martial arts names such as Shaolin Wudang, and under the restlessness of the people, they must find an outlet. Who is this spearhead mainly aimed at......

The soldier's heart is bright, his colleague is probably not good.

The soldier said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, these rivers and lakes are mixed, and after a long time, they will be disheartened within themselves, and they will not be able to achieve a great climate. 」

Jianghu people act with courage in their hearts. On the side of the officers and soldiers, there is a perfect system of military supply and personnel deployment, and they are consumed to death.

"Of course I understand that these recklessness will break down over time. But I just want to know, what will happen to Qiao Qing's safety during this time?"

The soldier's squire was silent.

The Emperor clenched his hands into fists: "Have you sent someone over?"

The squire of the military department said, "Your Majesty has put it down, and is already sending additional men. 」

However, both of them know the truth, and the time to deliver the message alone is enough to delay the work, and no one knows what will happen.

The night on the ship was very cold, and the night was high and the stars were dotted on it.

A lonely boat docked on the shore.

Qiao Heng sat in front of the table, he was wearing a big coat and holding a little wolf in his hand, as if he was writing something. The candle flame stretched his shadow thin and long, and as the flames flickered, the already thin shadow became even thinner.

On the desk and on the ground, there was rice paper scattered like snow, and it was full of martial arts methods full of traces of modification.

In fact, by this time he was already having problems with his eyesight.

Although he is not blind, he can no longer see colors.

In the beginning, he lost the color red.

He didn't pay much attention to it, he forgot how long it was, and when he woke up one morning, he saw nothing but black, white, and gray.

The flames and the red sun were no longer scorching and bright, and the sky was no longer blue.

Everywhere is an oppressive black and white leaden gray.

Naturally, not only the sight, but also the collapse of a body will never be manifested only in the eyes.

From a long time ago, the five senses began to weaken. In fact, he has been "eating without knowing the taste" for more than a month, in the literal sense.

However, Qiao Heng covered it up very well, and no one noticed this for the time being.

Qiao Heng knew that his time in this world was running out, and he could end his life at any time, give up this torn body, and go to a new world.

There is an obvious advantage to the long and endless life, that is, you will have endless time to squander, although Qiao Heng feels that this way of living forever is simply distorted and deformed. But there is also a downside, in this constant "tomorrow after tomorrow", it will unconsciously wear down your enterprising spirit.

Once you don't get the balance of the two right, you will never be able to climb up again.

He couldn't predict what would happen to him in the next world, and now he just wanted to try to settle the matter at hand before he decided to go to the next life.

He is now separated from the Marine.

His traces have long since been leaked, and while this is inevitable, it has also caused some trouble. On the way north, he was constantly harassed by the people of the rivers and lakes, and there were many casualties.

Qiao Heng could feel that the eyes of everyone in the army looking at him were getting more and more strange.

Of course, he knew what they were thinking, and he said that he could go north with them in two ways.

The stupid and politically literate general agreed without any hesitation. Then Qiao Heng watched coldly, and the rest of the officers and soldiers showed a gesture of acquiescing to the commander's order despite guilt.

So, he left without any nostalgia.

Another piece of paper floated on the ground.

He kept revising his martial arts methods, trying to combine the Yi Jin Sutra with the many previous exercises to make them more suitable for him.

Gradually, he writes more and more slowly, most

The tip of the pen stopped on the paper, but I didn't know how to put the pen down. On paper, there is always a lack of shortcomings.

His hand gradually strengthened, and with a click, the slender pen body was broken by him, and he suddenly woke up from a dream, pinched his eyebrows, and put the broken wolf on the table.

He rested his fingers crossed on the table, his eyes focused in the air, but his thoughts did not know where to fall.

Inside and outside the cabin, everything is quiet. So when an unfamiliar footstep suddenly sounded outside the cabin, how obvious that sound must have been.

A Jianghu man walked into the cabin with a knife, and he saw the figure sitting in front of the desk behind the beaded curtain at a glance, and then his body stiffened.

"Lin Pingzhi, it's really you!" The visitor did not rush forward, he was fully vigilant against this orphan of the Lin family who was suspected of mastering the sword technique of warding off evil spirits.

Qiao Heng looked at the comer.

He put one hand on his forehead, folded his legs, and said, "You called the wrong name. 」

"Less darthead, there is no need to say this. Nowadays, no one on the rivers and lakes still knows the head of the dart, why continue to hide his head and show his tail like this. The visitor said this, but in fact, a layer of cold sweat gradually broke out behind his back.

He was just an outpost who came to investigate the situation and stepped on a point, and he never thought that he would directly meet Lin Pingzhi like this.

What made him even more disturbed was that as he walked, there was silence in the double cabins, and although the lights were bright, there was no one keeping vigil alone. If he hadn't found Lin Pingzhi's figure at the end, he would have thought it was just an empty ship.

However, there is still something wrong with this, why is there only one person on this ship?

Qiao Heng casually picked up a piece of the pen that had been broken by him just now, and his fingertips moved slightly.

The comer clutched his chest and fell.

Qiao Heng knew that this ship could no longer live.

Why is there no one on this ship? Because Qiao Heng has already separated all the people.

He was going to blow up the ship.

Whether it is a person in the court or a person in the rivers and lakes, he doesn't want to contact him now, and he doesn't want to be found by them anymore.

Many times, people think that to hide their traces is to pay attention to everywhere and carefully sweep away all the traces they leave behind. However, according to Qiao Heng's experience, sometimes a "simple and crude" method will be more effective than the former.

He has done something similar more than once.

That night, many villagers living nearby heard a loud "boom" from the shore. Someone dared to go over to check on the situation, and saw countless pieces of wood scattered on the shore, and a ship with only the wreckage burned and turned into a huge fireball.

In the months that followed, several groups of people from the government came one after another, and it is said that there were also Jingguan from Shuncheonfu. Their expressions were solemn, as if they were probing for something.

The villagers who first discovered the burning boat were summoned to the government office to ask about many things. The villager was very nervous at first, thinking that he had been involved in some misfortune, but he did not expect that not only did he have nothing to do, but he also received a silver ingot as a reward.

As for what happened later, it had nothing to do with the nearby villagers.

Qiao Heng knew that his appearance was very conspicuous, so he changed his appearance.

An ordinary face, young but ordinary, has no resemblance to Lin Pingzhi's handsome face raised in the splendid pile.

He was no longer wearing the tribute satin given by the Holy Lord, but a narrow-sleeved black robe without any ornamentation. He carried a goose feather knife with him, and the scabbard was unpretentious.

It is the most common young swordsman on the rivers and lakes.

When he rubbed shoulders with people in the government or martial arts people who had seen him, no one had ever seen through him.

Yes, who would have guessed that Master Qiao, who hated the Jianghu people to the core, actually made a dress up of the Jianghu people again, and even directly gave up the Lin family's famous swordsmanship and practiced swordsmanship instead.

However, Qiao Heng originally knew how to use swordsmanship, and the more times he crossed, he would know a little more, so there was nothing strange about it.

One day, he felt he was in good spirits. Tahan

Seeing that he did not deduce the exercises with his heart, he picked up the dagger and carved a delicate bead, tied a wishful knot, made a knife spike and hung it on the hilt.

While walking, the delicate beads on the knife spike shook slightly, which became a rare vitality on his body.

This wishful knot crossed from the streets and alleys, leaving a silhouette of tassels in the mountains and rivers.

Qiao Heng just kept wearing it on the knife.

The river was covered with a hazy haze, and a small boat paddled across the water. The sunset burned the sky red, and the colorful sunset fell into the water, dyeing a river of blue water in an instant.

The fishing girl held the oar, and there were ripples behind her.

Today's harvest was good, and she even hummed softly in her mouth a song that only she could hear.

Then, casually raising her eyes, she saw a young man washing his face on the shore. He wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, which seemed to be stained red, but before she could see it, his hand was already soaked in water.

When he stood up, that figure was like a bamboo on the shore and a pine at the water's edge that had broken through the cold mist.

When the young man heard the sound of the oars rowing, he looked over, and the face that had been washed away from the disguise came into the eyes of the fishing girl.

It's so beautiful.

The fishing girl even slowed down her breathing.

She doesn't have any flowery rhetoric, she only has this simple thought in her head.

She saw that this young man did not look like the fishermen in the vicinity, and his fair skin alone did not look like he had been exposed to the wind and the sun. Maybe it's the rich boy in the city who came to the river to practice martial arts, and they, who practice martial arts, always have some special habits.

The girl smiled and asked, "This Langjun, why don't you go home for dinner? Don't let the family be anxious." 」

Don't look at the sky that hasn't completely darkened yet, but the sky will change, and maybe you won't see the light in half an hour.

"Is the girl asking me?"

Qiao Heng thought for a while, as if the other party had mentioned a concept that was a little unfamiliar to him, and then sighed, "I can't find my way home. 」

There was a bit of abruptness in his voice, then he smiled indifferently, said goodbye to the fishing girl, and turned away.

Walked into a twilight that was destined to usher in the night.

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