Green mountains, green water, lonely old man.

On the surface, the old man looked to be in his seventies, and the hair on his head had fallen out, and there was not a single hair left, like a bald monk, but in fact he was an ordinary man. He was dressed in a deep Zhuzi coat with a flowing cloud pattern, with pretty toe boots at his feet and a sword hanging from his waist.

The sword was as black as ink, from the hilt to the scabbard, with few external decorations, except for a pair of eerie eyes painted in the center of the scabbard.

The pure black appearance and the pair of eyes give people an indescribable strange feeling, as if this sword has life.

The old man was carrying a duffel bag on his back, obviously in a hurry. It stands to reason that an old man of his age should have stayed in one place to spend his old age in peace, but he was running around.

"Ahem, ahem......"

The old man coughed a few times, but he didn't take it too seriously, and continued to move forward step by step. He lowered his head in contemplation as he walked, so his steps were not fast, and it seemed difficult for someone of his age to walk fast.

"Old man in front, stop me!"

A break exploded from behind the lone old man, and the voice was visibly malicient.

The sound was heard far away in the barren mountains and mountains, and even a sleeping tiger could wake up.

But the old man, as if he had not heard, continued to walk, neither slowing down nor deliberately quickening. If you look closely, you can see that the distance of each step taken by the old man is exactly the same, as if each step is carefully measured with a ruler.

The one who broke the drink was obviously a rough man, and he didn't pay that much attention.

"Damn, bad old man. I'm telling you to stop. Don't you hear? If you dare to take another half step. I'm going to cut off your legs!" The man in the back snapped again.

This time, the old man still turned a deaf ear and still went his own way.

The man in the back was angry, and a pair of bull's eyes widened and screamed, and the green tendons located at the temples bulged like a cyan centipede. In fact, this person is not acting alone, there are two other brothers by his side, and these two people are also very angry. fanned the flames on the side and said a lot of fierce words.

These three are all gangsters in the underworld, and they like to do some roadblock robberies on weekdays. The three of them were on their way today, and accidentally found the lonely old man in front of them, and saw that the old man abandoned the avenue and got into the deep mountains, so he moved his evil thoughts and quietly followed behind, and waited until he was far away from the avenue, and then he started to rob.

What the three of them didn't expect was. The old man in front of him ignored them, and he didn't know if it was intentional. Or is he simply deaf.

The three of them each pulled the guy and hurriedly chased after him, one of them was in front of the old man, and the other two stood next to the old man on the left and right, forming a circle of encirclement.

"Oops old man, even if you are deaf, you should not be blind. Look at the ghost knife in my hand, is it sharp enough, can I cut off your dog's legs! The man in front shook the ghost head knife in his hand three times, drawing three cold lights, and the bright blade reflected his fierce face, "Bad old man, if you know each other, you can obediently hand over the money, our three brothers have the virtue of a good life, and we can not hurt your life." Otherwise, don't blame the three of us for being sinister. ”

"That's right! Hand over the money! We can spare you from dying! ”

"Don't toast or eat!"

Two other robbers were also on the side, all with fierce faces.

If an ordinary old man saw this posture, he would have been frightened and his legs would have weakened, but the lone old man remained silent, and he didn't even look at the three people, as if these three people were not people at all, but the scenery on the side of the road, just like those flowers and plants.

The three robbers have committed crimes so many times, and this is the first time they have encountered such a situation, and they feel both angry and weird.

The people in front of the old man were quite angry, and they planned to give the old man a little bitterness first. He shook the Devil's Head Knife and pounced on the old man's thigh, intending to stab it. But at the moment when he took out the sword, the black saber hanging from the waist of the lonely old man suddenly moved, and a fast black shadow jumped out of the scabbard.

The black shadow dodged around the back of the knife-wielding robber, and I don't know what means it used, but it actually cut the knife-wielding robber into several pieces in an instant!

The knife-wielding robber was like a fruit that had been cut indiscriminately, falling to the ground piece by piece, dripping with juice.

Before the other two robbers next to him could react, the black shadow flashed again, and with the same cruel method, the other two robbers were also killed!

The corpses were piled up on the ground, unable to be put together any longer, and the blood pooled into a pool, some flowing slowly, some seeping into the earth.

The black shadow finished killing the people, completed the mission, and returned to the scabbard and disappeared, like a ghost.

Three robbers died, while the robbed old man was still alive.

The old man was still walking alone, still bowing his head and pondering, as if it had not been three people who had just died, but three flies buzzing around him. His Zhu Zishen coat was still clean and tidy, not even a single point of blood was splashed, as if an invisible force was protecting him.

The pile of corpses and blood in front of him blocked his path, and if he went any further, his boots would have to be soiled. Instead of making a detour, he lifted his foot and stepped into the air, stepping through the pile of corpses step by step in the air. He walked step by step, as if he were a living immortal.

After walking forward for a while, the old man climbed over a low mountain, and then he raised his head slightly, glanced at the opposite side, and muttered, "The Sword Forge Villa should not be far from here." ”

……

Roadside, tea stalls, middle-aged people drinking tea.

The middle-aged man was about forty years old, with a gloomy face, dark circles around his eyes, and two deep pits in his cheeks, like a starving ghost crawling out of hell. But the most special thing about him is not this face, but his hands! His nails were thin and long, and their nails were long and slightly curved, like eagle talons. If these hands were grasped on a person's body, they would be enough to scratch the flesh and skin.

His clothes are also very special, he has a lot of pockets, and I don't know what is in these pockets. From these pockets. There was a faint burst of medicinal fragrance. It doesn't smell as good as florals though. It's not annoying, it doesn't have a charm.

At this moment, he is holding a teacup in his eagle claw-like hand, sipping fragrant tea and enjoying snacks.

The rest of the tea drinkers also seemed to see that the middle-aged man was a strange person, and they all hid in the distance, so that he was alone at the table, but it was quiet. The second child of the tea stall leaned against a canopy pillar. Secretly counting the pockets of the middle-aged man, he has now counted to twenty-two.

The middle-aged man was drinking tea, and his ears suddenly moved, catching a trace of strangeness that was eight miles away.

Eight miles away in the forest, someone was galloping through the air, leaving a soft sound every time he landed. The loudness of this sound is not large, but it cannot escape the ears of middle-aged people.

"If you are in such a hurry, you must have something important, and I will go over and join in the fun. Let's see if we can get a little bargain. The middle-aged man thought to himself, and his thin dark blue lips showed a sly smile. He put down his teacup. I paid for the tea casually, and while the people around me were not paying attention, I disappeared without a trace.

The shopkeeper was counting the remaining pockets, but found that the middle-aged man suddenly disappeared, which scared him so much that he thought he had bumped into a ghost.

In the woods on the side of the tea stall, the middle-aged man carried his hands behind his back and followed the sound to the man in the forest. He was faster than his opponent, but his feet were lighter, and he couldn't survive even when he stepped on the leaves. There are not many people on the rivers and lakes who have this light skill, so he is very proud.

It didn't take long for the middle-aged man to quietly catch up with the person in front of him, and found that the man was a very short person, wearing an earthy yellow dress, and it was difficult to distinguish the age from behind, so it must not be too big. The short man has a bulging treasure bag hanging from his waist on the left, and a dagger hanging from his waist on the right. Judging from the volume of the treasure bag, the short man can carry a lot of small bits and pieces.

The middle-aged man smiled gloomily, with a little more curiosity in his heart, and his feet sped up, further approaching the short man. When he got closer, he simply rose to his feet, relying on his buoyancy to fly against the wind, all the way to the top of the short man's head. He looked down, and this time he finally got a good view of the short man.

The short man is really not very old, he has just run thirty, and his face is a little freckled. His beard was very distinctive, with a lock on the left and right sides, each two inches long, not growing downwards like ordinary people, but horizontally, like two mouse's whiskers.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, thought about it for a while, and remembered a well-known snitch on the underworld of the rivers and lakes.

Nicknamed "Little Mouse", the snitch is said to have a mouse-like beard, a good kung fu on both hands, and is the best at opening doors and picking locks, and stealing many things. The short man's appearance coincided with the snitch nicknamed Little Mouse, and it should be this person.

The snitch's pockets are very bulging, sometimes more bulging than those of the rich merchants.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes coldly and came up with the idea of a little mouse. The other party is just a little mouse, and he is a poisonous scorpion, of course the little mouse can't fight the poisonous scorpion. He held out two fingers and tapped them in one of his jacket pockets, drawing out two dots of green powder. He put his finger on the mouse's nose and, with a flick, flicked the green powder under the mouse's nostrils with unmistakable accuracy.

As soon as the little mouse inhaled, he immediately inhaled the green powder into his nostrils, and by the time he noticed that something was wrong, it was too late. His face changed drastically, and he quickly stopped, turned around and fell to the ground, raising his eyes to look around. The moment he landed, he held his breath and stopped his internal strength, but it was still a step too late, and the green powder had already played a role in his body, causing his limbs to weaken, his chest to swell, and there were obvious signs of poisoning.

"Which way of friends came and made this kind of joke with me, if there is anything offended in the next, you may as well come out to meet you, and you will apologize in person." The little mouse asked loudly with his fists clenched.

"Little mouse, you didn't offend me, but I want to offend you. If you really offend me, what is now in your stomach is not 'cartilage', but deadly poisons such as 'crane top red', 'heartbeat' and 'intestinal wine'. The middle-aged man sneered in response, appeared gloomily, and landed in front of the little mouse.

Cartilage powder is a well-known poison that can greatly reduce internal strength and paralyze the whole body. As for the other three poisons mentioned by the middle-aged man, they are even more famous, all of them are deadly poisons that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows, and as long as they are touched, they can kill people.

The little mouse looked at the middle-aged man's eyes, his fear became deeper, and his face became more and more pale. Asked in a trembling voice, "Your Excellency's honorable name." I have no grudge with you for a long time, and no enmity for the near future. Why did you suddenly attack me and secretly poison me? ”

"Who says you can't be poisoned without a grudge?" The middle-aged man asked with a sneer.

"There's really no such rule in the world, but that's a bit too unkind."

"When you stole from other people's things, did you ever think about being kind or not? Since you can steal casually, I can poison you casually. ”

"I'm stealing from ordinary people, and I don't do anything to my friends in the Tao, but you're poisoning my friends in the Tao, it's different. As the so-called thief has a way. Although we people who are involved in the underworld misbehave, we can't forget a righteous word. If your Excellency is also a gangster, please raise your noble hand and let me go, and I will be grateful and repay me generously. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, no one can be smooth sailing, there will be times of bad luck. In the future, if your Excellency encounters something that is high and short, I, a little mouse, promise not to stand idly by. Man lives in the world. It is much better to have more friends than many enemies, and please think twice. The little mouse said this. I tried to raise my hands and wanted to clasp my fists again, but I found that my hands were too weak to lift. This shows the fierceness of his poison.

"That's a nice thing to say, it seems that you not only have a pair of skillful hands, but also a clever mouth. I can leave you a way to live in response to what you just said, but you have to answer a few questions from me. The middle-aged man was happy to hear this, and said openly.

The little mouse suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, a little more relaxed, and he promised: "Your Excellency, please feel free to ask, and why is it difficult to answer a few questions." ”

"Before I ask a question, I warn you that if what you say is half false, today is your time of death."

"Your Excellency, rest assured, I will never dare to deceive you."

"Okay, then let me ask you, what are you going to do when you're running so fast?"

"I'm going to the secret room at the bottom of Lake Qianbo to go to the meeting, to the meeting of the 'Silver Dartman'." If there is a slight hesitation, it proves that there is a ghost in his heart, so the little mouse answered quickly, and it was simply blurted out.

Qianbo Lake is located in the territory of Changchun Prefecture, with beautiful scenery and a small reputation, and there is an endless stream of tourists every day. And the "Silver Dart Guest" is more famous than Qianbo Lake, he is a thief and has done many earth-shattering cases. Every time he committed a crime, he would find a group of underworld elites to form a temporary team. It is rumored that he has never missed a shot since his debut.

Whenever a "Silver Dart Player" chooses a candidate, he will give them a Silver Dart as a proof of joining the team, hence his nickname.

When the silver dart is born, there must be a big case!

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes let out two rays of light, and he said secretly: "I really got it right, this kid is really tired, and the case that the silver dart guest wants to do is definitely not small, I will ask in depth, maybe I can get some big benefits." ”

Turning around with this thought, he asked again, "Since you are going to the meeting of the Silver Darts, you must have the Silver Darts with you?" ”

"This is nature, please keep an eye on it." The little mouse put his hand into the bulging treasure bag, pulled out a silver dart with red spikes tied to it, and shook it three times. This silver dart has a prismatic shape, and the pattern on it is very special, which is very different from ordinary darts.

The middle-aged man has never seen the special silver dart of the silver dart, but there must be no fake. As soon as he reached out his hand, he released an invisible internal force, grabbed the silver dart in the little mouse's hand with internal force, grabbed it into his hand through the air, and looked at it closely.

Put it under the eye to see, the silver dart is dazzling, the texture is clear, the carving is beautiful, and it is really not a vulgar thing, which further verifies that this is the special silver dart of the silver dart guest.

"This silver dart is quite beautiful and collectible, so I kept it." The middle-aged man palmed his hand, and the silver dart disappeared and fell into one of his pockets.

"Since Your Excellency wants it, I'll give it to you. But without this thing, I wouldn't be able to go to the Thousand Wave Lake. The little mouse smiled bitterly.

"You still want to go to the meeting? It's nice that you can get a little life back from me today. Let me ask you again, what is the intention of the Silver Dart Artist to come to the meeting? Is he brewing some earth-shattering case again? ”

"The silver dart man gathered people, of course he was going to commit a crime, and it was impossible to invite everyone to go to the bottom of Qianbo Lake to drink tea."

"What is he going to do? Be clear. ”

"The other day, I was taking a nap in a rocking chair when a silver dart hit the wall and woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I found a note hanging from the silver dart, and only a few lines were written on it: 'The first sword of the child was born, and everyone wanted it.' See you at the bottom of Qianbo Lake on May 20, and the silver darts are invited'. Now you should understand what the Silver Dart Rider is going to do, right? ”

"It turns out that the silver dart man wants to snatch the Zichu Sword." The middle-aged man said loudly. This newly-born sword has been making a lot of noise in the rivers and lakes recently, so it's no wonder that it attracts the attention of the Silver Dart Rider. In fact, he himself also had the intention to snatch this sword, so he rushed all the way to Changchun Mansion.

"Yes, the Silver Dartman's target this time is none other than Zichu Sword. I heard that this sword has been sold for more than 1.5 million taels in the underworld, and if you find the right buyer, the price can be higher, and a few million taels will not be a problem, so I moved my mind and wanted to join the team of Silver Dartman. The little mouse said.

"What did the Silver Dart Guy tell you besides the note?"

"No, I've only seen the silver dart and the note, not the silver dart himself. His strength is unfathomable, he comes and goes without a trace, how can I catch up with my ability. ”

"Okay, good, you've given me some pretty useful information, and now that I've gotten it, I'm not interested in anything else."

"So, your Excellency promised to let me go?" The little mouse said happily.

"You obediently answered my question, and according to our previous agreement, I will naturally let you go. If you open your mouth, I will throw the antidote into your mouth and set you free. The middle-aged man ordered.

"Thank you for your grace not to kill, from now on, you will be my recreated parents." No matter how secretly the little mouse hated the middle-aged man in his heart, he thanked him again and again, and his face was very respectful, not daring to show any anger. After thanking him, he opened his mouth, waiting for the antidote to enter his mouth. He is now deeply poisoned, and if there is no antidote, it will be a problem to even walk.

The middle-aged man reached into his pocket and used his fingernails to draw out a kind of red powder, only a small amount of it. With a flick of his fingers, he fed the little bit of powder into the little mouse's mouth, and with a stroke of skill, the powder entered his mouth and immediately fell deep into his throat.

As soon as the little mouse shut up, he swallowed the powder, he said a few more polite words, and then carefully felt the changes in his body, waiting for the antidote to occur. Under the influence of the red powder, his heart suddenly pounded, and then stopped.

When a person's heart stops, life naturally comes to an end.

The little mouse's face changed drastically, his face instantly lost blood, he covered his chest with his hands, and fell to the ground in pain.

It turns out that red powder is not an antidote to cartilage, but a notorious poison "heartbeat"! After being poisoned by this poison, the human heart can only beat once, and even if it stops beating, it is so named.

"Hehe, that's naïve, I'm a scorpion hand. Under Ji Huacheng's subordinates, when did he stay alive? The middle-aged man looked at the corpse on the ground, sneered, and turned to leave. (To be continued......)