Eight hundred years ago, there was a Tianzhu man Rama, crossed the sea to the Central Plains to preach the Dharma, he voluntarily purified, entered the palace of Emperor Wu of Liang for three years, after that, Rama in Jiuhua Mountain for 19 years, practiced peerless martial arts.

After Rama's death, he was buried in Bears Ears Mountain, and a few years later, his body was stolen from the coffin and divided into two parts.

Legend has it that whoever gets the body will be able to practice peerless magic and dominate the martial arts.

Heishi, the most mysterious assassination organization in the rivers and lakes, also wanted to get the body, and it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that the body of half of Rama was obtained by Zhang Haiduan, the head of the dynasty.

The Black Stone Killer is all dispatched, it is night, and the blood is all over the capital.

Zhang Haiduan, the whole family, no more!

The night is late and the weather is cool.

Thousands of lights are lit, smoke is shrouded, and a light boat is moored on the river.

It's a very quiet picture.

"Childe, it's going to rain."

In the boat, an old voice sounded, and the boat in the river did not move, and it was quiet.

The young man sitting at the bow of the boat did not look back, just smiled slightly, the old fish head glanced sideways, and only saw the shallow whirlpool on the cheeks of the young man in purple.

The surrounding drizzle was hazy, and every drop of raindrop that hit the river diagonally on the surface of the river created a ripple on the surface of the river.

However, Su Liu's heart was still like water, and he never fluctuated, he sat quietly on the boat, and after many weeks, his internal strength had been steadily stationed in the realm of the fourth layer of the iron-making hand palm fragment, and there were many physical uses, but it was not urgent, and he still needed an epiphany.

If it weren't for the long breathing that far exceeded ordinary people to prove that this young man was still alive, I was afraid that the old fish head would have sunk him into the river as a stone statue, at this time the boy seemed to think of something happy, looked up at the bridge, and smiled freely: "It's almost there, it's almost there." ”

"Coming soon?"

The old fish head was stunned, shook his head, and looked at the direction of the young man's gaze very puzzled, and the place where his eyes were directed was the small bridge made of bluestone, which was the small bridge out of the city.

The world is impermanent, and the old fish head naturally knows that this stone bridge has existed since he was a child, and it has not changed since he experienced how many swords, soldiers, blood and fire.

Who is Childe waiting for? What a strange person.

The old fish head was quite curious, the thin but very powerful hand reached into his arms, carefully touched the hot silver ingot, and suddenly smiled, like the bark-like wrinkles also stretched a lot, the reward for this trip was fifty taels, thinking that he could add a new dress to his granddaughter Xiaoyu, and the family would have enough money in the next few years.

He hunched over the cabin, and very attentively gave the strange purple-clothed boy at the bow of the ship once again the green ant wine scalded on the red clay little red stove.

"Thank you, sir."

Su Liu smiled slightly, and began to pour himself a drink, green ant wine was very famous at that time, and the upper class princes and nobles all liked it, which can be said to be hard to find.

Su Liu took the green ant wine, but he just learned by chance that as soon as the wine entered the mouth, there was a sweetness between the tongue, but it was not really greasy sweet, just like the woman's fragrant tongue.

When he raised his hand to pour the wine, there was a slight sound of footsteps on the bridge, the footsteps were light, and the landing was silent, but Su Liu heard it, he not only heard, but also saw it very clearly, seeing this black-clothed and cold-faced person walking on the bridge deck, Su Liu's eyes opened up brightly.

"Is it a friend of Blackstone, green ant new wine, can you drink a glass together?"

The wine glass, from the boat under the bridge, flew out of Su Liu's hand, and shot the black-clothed man on the bridge, it seemed to be slow and fast, the old fish head heard the word "black stone", his heart froze, his face changed, and he hurriedly hid in the cabin, and his legs and stomach trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The Black Stone Killer, fierce and powerful, exterminates the family at every turn, does things absolutely, does not leave a living mouth, the people of the world, dare not disagree, who else dares to wipe his edge?

This young man in purple did this thing that seemed foolish to him, and even if he wanted to stop it, it would be too late.

When the old fish head shook his head and sighed for the purple-clothed boy, he only heard a clear whistle, and the purple-clothed boy at the bow of the boat stepped lightly on the board, and the light boat leaned slightly in the water, and as soon as his purple robe was stretched, his body shot up, pulled up from the sky, and took a few steps along the side of the bridge, and landed steadily on the bridge, to be precise, on the small bridge stone railing.

Some moss grew in the crack of the stone fence of the small bridge, and Su Liu stood on it, took out a piece of silk paper from his bosom with both hands, condescendingly, and looked carefully at the man in black in front of him, and looked at it for a while.

"Someone, don't you want to die?"

The man in black was wearing a black cloak and a sword in his hand, and he was picking up the wine glass that Su Liu had thrown, the tip of the sword trembling slightly.

"Yes, finally, it's time to wait!"

Su Liu really sighed in his heart and sighed. Although he had a three-month stay this time, after he entered, he easily caught a person from the world of sword rain, and after inquiring up and down, he learned that Heishi had already attacked Zhang Haiduan, and he was really a step too slow, and only found a portrait of drizzle from a unlucky killer at the bottom of Heishi.

The city searched for traces of the drizzle, but no one could know where she was hiding.

Suliu knew.

"The drizzle hasn't left the city yet, and the plot should still be at the point where the drizzle is ready to escape from the city after snatching Rama's body, and there is a buffer period of a few days."

"I've already encountered a drizzle, I don't know if I can meet Kunlun Zhang Renfeng and Shaolin Temple Lu Zhu tonight."

It's really better to come early than to come by coincidence, Su Liu has seen the original film, and naturally knows that the key point is on this stone bridge, so he waited on the only bridge out of the city.

"What are you waiting for, I'm not the one you're waiting for. Get out of the way, or die! ”

This black-clothed woman pretended to be cold-faced, but she was a woman with a graceful figure, it was a drizzle, her head was covered with a black canopy, her face was covered in shadows, she couldn't see her real face, but her eyes were cold, like ice chips, projected through a thin black veil.

As she spoke, the jade feet paused, and she had already swept out a few meters, carefully widening the distance from Su Liu, "Drizzle girl, why are you in a hurry to get out of the city?" Su Liu carried it with one hand, looked at the large package on her jade back unreachably, and smiled slightly.

Drizzle didn't answer, but slowly squatted down with a very small amplitude, untied the large package on his back, and gently put it on the ground, staring coldly at the man who was standing on the bridge and seemed to be about to fall straight down in the next second, there were some extremely fine droplets of water on his sideburns, which were drizzle, and the portrait on the silk paper he was holding.

The momentum on the field suddenly condensed, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was tightened, and a raindrop was punched into the cup of green ant new wine on the sword, and the circle that opened was like a shallow whirlpool on his cheeks.

The rain is getting more and more urgent.

Drizzle looked at the man in front of him tightly, as if he was facing a great enemy.

She has been taught harshly since she was a child that she should not underestimate any opponent, and she has always taken it as her code of conduct, and has never relaxed her guard against any opponent.

What's more, this man swept up from under the bridge, this alone is enough to show that his light skills are remarkable, enough to rank in the forefront of the world, at least among the people she has killed: of course, what is even more rare is his control of internal force, this glass of wine, thrown from the bottom up, floating in the air without a drop spilled, she thinks to herself.

In an instant, the drizzle has already analyzed the advantages of Su Liu's martial arts one by one,

This is also the first time Drizzle has met Suliu on the stone bridge.

Then, she wondered how she could kill him.

PS: There is a change in the evening, about eleven o'clock, and thank you for the reward left by Dapeng, thank you sincerely, not much to say, the code word to go