The night of Qingcong Lake is calm, and a mustard boat stops leisurely in the center of the lake.

The moonlight enters the water, and the boat is full of starry dreams.

The willows by the lake bent their waists, and the verdant seemed to be wrapped in a layer of black brocade, gently swaying the surface of the lake.

There is no boatman, and the oars rise and fall with the waves.

Only two people sat opposite each other, and a pot of wine was warmed in the red clay stove in the middle.

"Meet in the middle of the night, what's the matter?" The gentle sound seems to blend in with the night breeze.

"If you have nothing to do, can't you take a boat to admire the moon, and wash away all worries?"

In the moonlight, the speaker lifted the sleeves of his robe, revealing his lotus-like arms, few men's skin could be so crystalline, he touched the wine jug, but he was so hot that he retracted his hand to touch his ears.

"Is it hot?" Another asked.

"It's not warm wine anymore," his good-looking eyebrows furrowed, with a hint of reproach, "you can make tea." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Who told you to rebuke the servants, you have to play with elegance?" You deserve it! ”

The two of them laughed together, and the laughter spread far away from the surface of the lake, and was blown more and more illusory by the night wind, so startled that the fisherman who fished at night by the lake shook his white beard, his hands trembled, and the fish that had just been hooked was unhooked.

The fish bared its dorsal fin, like a little silver in the moonlight, cutting through all the currents and heading straight for the boat in the middle of the lake.

As soon as the man beckoned, the fish that had escaped from the hook jumped out of the water, swung its tail in the air behind him, and plunged into the water again.

And so back and forth tirelessly.

"Why, do you really think it's a savior?" The other scoffed. From his point of view, he looked at it vaguely, as if a halo of gods and Buddhas rose behind the man.

"How is that possible?" The man shook his head, "At the end of the day, I only live for a knife. ”

He reached behind his back, and when he reached out again, he held a long, narrow wooden box steadily, the wooden box was unpretentious, and it was only plain wood grain on it.

"No, here it is." He cautiously took a sip of wine, and found that it had cooled down, and the temperature was just right, so he took a big sip, wiped his mouth, and said, "This wine is refreshing." Lu Jian, sure enough, your life is comfortable. ”

Lu Jian's eyes focused on the wooden box, "I really didn't expect that this is the authority of the troubled times." ”

He reached out and gently opened the wooden box, there was no golden light as he imagined, everything was unremarkable, as if he had just opened the box of pickles.

It really smells like pickles.

"Hey...... On the way, I saw that the boat's kimchi was good, so I used this box to make do with a meal. The man on the other side scratched his head and smiled, with some embarrassment on his face, "The key is what's inside, the key is what's inside." ”

The corners of Lu Jian's mouth twitched.

The authority of troubled times in an unpretentious box is strange in itself, and now it ...... It was also used for rice......

The white hand suddenly reached into the box, fumbled for a while, and pulled out a long object.

The man handed it over, "The box is just the outside, this is the 'world cloud'." ”

The world is cloudy, a peerless famous knife. The blade that Tao Jing, who had been deeply afraid of by the revision of the "Four Seas Sword Spectrum", was now casually transferred.

The scabbard seemed to be one with the wooden box, it was dark and dull, and it was old and tattered.

Lu Jian took it with both hands, and somehow, he was about to pull it out while holding the handle of the knife.

"Don't ......" The man was drinking wine, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of it, and he didn't have time to stop it, so he shouted urgently.

But it was too late.

Under the worn-out scabbard, a snow-bright blade broke through the air, cutting out half a bright moon in the air, and the tip of the flickering cold star stopped steadily in front of the man's eyes.

An inch, there seemed to be a chill on the knife that forced him to blink.

"Don't pull it out." That's when he finished.

"Huh" Lu Jian danced a knife flower, and the clouds in the world were steadily sheathed.

"It's no different. Is this really the cloud? He asked.

The man gasped heavily, as if a newborn baby had just seen the breath of the world, "What are you lying to!" If it weren't for the clouds, I would cut off my head and give you a sacrificial knife! ”

Lu Jian was still suspicious.

"What do you think the clouds will look like? Divine knives? Demon Knife? Is it better to give you a young and beautiful sword servant to hold a knife for you, and it is best to worship and shout that the master is mighty? ”

"Nor should it be ......"

"So ordinary?"

Lu Jian nodded.

The man seemed to have anticipated his reaction, "It's all said, this is 'the authority of troubled times', and this is only the 'authority of troubled times'." ”

"What do you mean?"

The man leaned forward, his peach blossom eyes were sharp, and an eagle's beak seemed to stretch out under his white skin, "You also know it." How can troubled times be tied to a knife? It's just an excuse, an excuse to disturb people's hearts! ”

"He covets the throne, you crave power, but you don't dare to make a move, why? No reason! Is it possible to publicize the world, I am a thief, I want to kill the king? Whatever you do in the world, you need an excuse! ”

He became agitated, and pressed his hand to the side of the ship, his hand pale, "And this is a wonderful excuse." ”

"The world is cloudy, in the hands of swordsmen, it is just a knife, and in the hands of politicians, it is the key--- the key to open the troubled times."

"Everyone in the world is rumored that as soon as the clouds come out of the world, the blood and souls are ruined everywhere they go, and the common people are in danger, and the society is in urgent need of hanging! With such a big notoriety, I don't know how many lives it will take to pile it up. ”

"What does this have to do with troubled times? Amusing! If you are the one who wants to seize the throne of Zuo, you must kill the king, you must kill people, it just so happens that you have a cloud in your hand, what is this? Demon Knife! Harmful demon knife! After being silent for countless years, it was born, and there should be such a bloody storm in the world! ”

"So it's no longer your problem, all hatred and sin belong to this knife," the man reached out and stroked the knife in Lu Jian's hand, his face sad, "It's pitiful, carrying such hatred, but it may not have been stained with blood." ”

"Got it? This is the cloud of the world. This is the authority of troubled times. With it in your hand, you touch the door of troubled times. The man looked directly into Lu Jian's eyes.

"And now, it's glowing." Lu Jian smiled, "What a coincidence, we ourselves are the messengers of troubled times." ”

"If I wasn't in the Glow...... I must say," the man covered his face, "your smile is so obscene now!" ”

Lu Jian didn't care, he raised his knife, and his smile was a little bigger, "It doesn't matter if it's a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, you see, isn't it in my palm?" ”

Are these troubled times...... He squinted at the moonlight, his gaze seemed to penetrate the layers of haze that had piled up in the sky at some point, and the blood and fire seemed to have burned.

"I'll wait." He whispered.

In the palace of Chu in Yingdu, the baby croaked and fell to the ground.

The palace is lit up and down to celebrate the birth of the son.

But they didn't know that the wars and flames of war and flames in the coming decades would begin to ignite here.