When the flower jumped up, it was as light as a fallen leaf, but the kick brought a sound like thunder.

It seems that the little man who has good light skills is actually good at martial arts, and this kick is already quite grandmaster-style, called "Break your knees and don't negotiate"!

Guangling Ke is temporarily subordinate to Dongfeng Express, but this time he went out at night to fool people, but he was picking up private work...... was caught red-handed by the head family, the boat is so small, how can he hide.

The gray-blue middle-aged man straightened his body steadily, pouring all his true qi into his knees...... This is probably the main reason why he has been practicing more and more steadily in the past few years.

"Bang", no fractures.

"Humph!"

Hua waited and returned to the stern of the boat and clapped his hands: "Guanglingke, you are a disciple of Buddhism, how can you learn to lie casually." ”

The little girl looks like she is thirteen or fourteen years old, but in fact she is much older. Hua was born in the Western Regions, and when he was young, the country was ruined, and he was thrown off the cliff to feed the wolves with his clansmen, and he drank the jade spring by mistake at the bottom of the valley to gain a skill, and never grew again.

After being picked up by Xiao Liuguang passing by and returning to the magazine, the little man has become a model of "the law of immortality after falling off a cliff" internally.

“…… I'm still vulgar. ”

Guanglingke's resume is simple, when he was young, he was a disciple of the Nanwulin Nirvana Academy, and a hundred years ago he was hit by a March catastrophe, and all the monks in the academy died.

He was alone in the blue river, fortunately rescued by the previous fishing on the boat, since then took off the monk's robe, wandering the waves, inherited the mantle of "fishing suo".

At that time, the magazine was about to set up Dongfeng Express, to seize a huge logistics market that could be called a blank.

As the "head of the family", Hua and others searched for all the people who traveled by boat in Nanwulin, and excluded those who were not doing their jobs properly, such as "floating boat Shenyin", and finally selected Guangling Ke, who had nothing to do, and worked hard to make the general hub of Nanwulin water transportation.

Patting the footprints on his legs, Guanglingke sat back on the bow of the boat, picked up the fishing rod, and looked down at the river: "I just copied the manuscript and made a microphone for others, so it can't be regarded as 'lying'." "The rod pulls the thread and leaves the river, but there is no hook attached to the end of the line.

His cobalt blue right eye shimmered, and he glanced at where the ripples of the river had changed, and with a wave of his fishing rod, the silk thread burrowed into the ripples. He lifted and pulled, and with a thud, fished out a knife that floated with the waves.

I don't know how long the knife was soaked in the river, and the back began to rust again, but I could still vaguely see the traces of someone repairing the cracks, and under the moonlight, the edge was still the same.

…… Half a life holding a sword to chase the water, forgetting the rivers and lakes and not knowing each other.

Guanglingke's heart moved: The person who haunted the Southern Martial Arts before, did he also come to the Central Plains Martial Arts? Indifferently accepting the fate of being only a "middleman" or "porter", he flicked the fishing line and tied up the handle of the knife, and with a shake of his hand, the flexible fishing rod suddenly collapsed straight to the other side of the river.

With a "whoosh", the long knife flew straight away and disappeared into the moonlight.

There was a "woo" sound that broke through the air.

On the other side of the river, a wanderer who was curled up under a tree and sleeping suddenly woke up to the sound of a foot near his ear, rubbed his dirty face, and carefully poked his head out from under the fallen leaves.

The moonlight shone from the sky above the forest, illuminating a long sharp knife that fell straight to the ground, and the hilt of the knife was like a pearl inlaid with it...... This knife looks quite valuable.

The wanderer blinked, crawled over and held the knife in his arms, and wiped the pearl on the hilt with a look of surprise. He was eager to buckle the pearl off with his nails, but the movement slowly stopped, and he didn't know what he remembered, and gradually, two lines of tears washed out two grooves on that dirty little face.

……

The moon shines on the river.

"Every time I see you using the 'Random Rod', it feels amazing."

Hua waited for a pair of small hands to hold her face, took off her shoes and turned to sit on the side of the boat, and began to kick the splash with her feet.

"Follow the fate, the one who leads is the 'edge', and the cultivation of the land is the 'wish'."

Before you know it, the canopy boat has left the river bank and is slowly facing down with the current. Guanglingke swung again, and what came out of the river at this time was a black oil-paper bag.

The wind blew, and the oiled paper bag spread out automatically, revealing the three letters inside. The fishing line moved with the wind, and the letters were thrown far away in the east, west, and north directions.

"Poof" "Poof" "Poof"

In each of the three directions, there was a black-clad masked man leaning against a tree and dozing off with his hands on his chest. Hearing the sound of breaking the air, two of them woke up in time and raised their hands to receive the letter; Only one person slept too deeply, and with an "ouch" sound, he was hit in the face by the letter.

The three masked men are all subordinates of Dongfeng Express, and they are responsible for delivering letters to all parts of the martial arts...... This is Guanglingke's job. The "Follow-the-Fate Rod" cooperates with the "Jiaye Glass Eye" to identify the fate on the object, trace the fate to the appropriate direction, and then hand it over to the appropriate "Feishu" brother to send it to different directions.

The oil paper bag flows down the river from Nanwulin, and it can always be fished up from the water by the fishing rod of "Fishing Suo" at the right time.

"The martial arts are quite peaceful, and even the letters that come and go every day are a lot less." Hua Waitian shook his calves and watched Guanglingke slap the fishing rod: "The previous vision caused natural disasters of varying degrees to occur in various parts of the Suffering Realm, and I thought that many people would die this time." ”

Guanglingke once again inserted the fishing rod back into the bow of the boat, and let the fishing line hang into the shimmering moon.

He turned out a long string of bone Buddha beads from his sleeve, picked up the sword stained with blood stains from the soles of his feet, wrapped the Buddha beads around the scabbard one by one, and slowly recited the Sutra of Rebirth.

After reciting, he took off the beads, and he didn't know that he took out a long wooden box from the position in the cabin, sealed the sword and the other knives, and sealed them.

"It is indeed a rare peace." Guanglingke slowly responded.

This martial arts, fighting, killing and killing are always common, but it is harmonious and beautiful, which is rare.

"When the Xenomorph Demon Realm was born at the beginning, I was still thinking about whether to gather everyone to move south if the flames of war really burned to the Central Plains."

Hua waited for the rest of his chin to hold his chin, old-fashioned, "Hey, I wake up every day and think, if the magic dragon doesn't fall and the vision is not stopped, will the cracks in the earth spread to all parts of the suffering, what if the little brother who sent the letter falls halfway, it's so expensive to buy insurance." ”

"If you go on, that's how it should be." Guangling Ke said: "At that time, you and I will not be spared......"

"That's why I didn't stop you from deceiving people." Hua waited for the rest to jump up and stood on the side of the boat on one foot.

Peace does not come easily.

The people in their group know more about the truth and understand peace...... It's hard-won.

"Remember, even if it's an entrustment, the internal price is still charged."

The flowers and other idle feet pointed to the side of the boat, shaking the wooden box containing a pair of swords on the knees of Guanglingke, and the man spun around and jumped up and grabbed it, and swept towards the river bank with the wind.

The dwarf was originally here to pick up the "express", and the sender "Lao Du" was delivered to the northern region of the lung casting platform.

In the blink of an eye, the small figure disappeared in the hazy night.

……

The boat drifted all night, and before I knew it, the stars had changed, and there was a line of white in the sky.

In another two hours, the sky really began to light up.

After waiting for a while, Guangling Kedry took out the black tarpaulin for shading, spread it out, and took out a few pieces of bamboo, ready to wait for the sun to really rise, and then prop up the canopy...... I don't know what kind of arrangement this small boat has, and how it can hold so many things.

After receiving the inheritance and relics from the hands of his predecessor, the deceased "Diaosuo", Guanglingke, who had never asked the origin of the old man with white hair before, only later learned that his "senior" was from a sect that had almost the same origin as the three sects.

Later, by chance, he had a connection with that sect, and from time to time people would come to teach him some exercises and knowledge, but he never restrained his behavior.

Early morning.

Guanglingke fished out a letter from the water again, and this time the line of "fate" pointed to himself.

He opened the letter, which presumably stated that the woman with the scar on her face had committed suicide in the wee hours of the morning outside the remnants of the forest. The letter also asked him to send a note to Jufeng, asking Linghu Shenyi to hand it over to Jian Wumourning and convey the news.

The sword plague is dead, and it is only a day and a night since she left the Yin Yang Sea Death Island.

Jian Jian, who is still looking for people like a headless fly, would never have thought that a day's parting would truly be an eternal separation.

Guanglingke collected the letter and put it away in another wooden box. Jufengli is also in the Northern Regions, but it's a pity that Hua Wait has gone far, otherwise he would have taken a free ride with his friendship.

After rolling up the wooden box with the fishing line and throwing it in a certain direction, he sat down, took out a piece of broken silver from the money bag in his bosom, and put it into another small bag with his backhand...... Peace doesn't come easily, but it has to be paid.

……

But "peace" is extremely fragile, and sometimes it only takes a message to upset the balance.

The border between the Central Plains and Ximiao has not been in conflict for a long time. There are a number of villages scattered on both sides of the border, not far from each other.

Early morning.

At this time, a person stepped on the dust and smoke and crossed the border, with yellow clothes and brown clothes on his body, and even his white eyebrows and white hair seemed to be a little knotted.

"Oops...... Mu Shaoai put the pipe to his mouth and sniffed it, looking at the peaceful villages on both sides, remembering what he had done back then, he felt a lot of emotion for a while, but then remembered what he saw and heard last night, and couldn't help but put down the pipe and sink in his heart.

"Fortunately, fortunately, it's good to be there, no one chased me out......"

Galloping all the way, he didn't dare to delay at all, but at that time, anyone who walked out of the way of the cocoon, and now the pharmacist Mu Shaoai could not escape from the realm of Ximiao Feiliu so intact.

Although I have doubts, it is important to send the news first, anyway, there are tall people on top of the sky when the sky falls...... There are so many people who are alive and kicking, and it's not his turn to call the shots.

Pharmacist Mu Shaoai really wanted to retire and wanted to open a wind chime shop with Ah Jiu.

"Huhuhu~~" A cold wind suddenly blew from behind, stopping Mu Shaoai from continuing his journey.

A cold white mist poured out from the earth, and in an instant, it covered everything around it.