The lake is deserted.

It's five watches at night.

A lonely boat is anchored in the middle of the lake, a bright moon hangs high, and the lake is flooded, bright as frost and snow, sparkling like a mirror, falling moon shadows, reflecting boat shadows, and human figures.

On the bow of the boat was a swaying, dim and dim lamp, which was even more unbearable than the faint light on the shore, lonely and cold.

Five watches, this time period is very delicate.

The subtlety is that some people think it's late, some people don't think it's early, some people are still sleeping, and some people are already shivering and throwing off the fishing nets that have been mended and mended, and for them it is already the early morning of the day.

Mo Chou, this lake is called Mo Chou, who can not worry?

The sound of the flute from the shore, whimpering, revealing poignant, I am afraid that which girl is tired of love, muttering the words of Sijun like the bright moon, hurting the moon god, and complaining to each other with songs.

The Lonely Boat Cold Shadow.

In Wupengli, under the reflection of the moonlight, a bloodstained person was faintly seen lying inside, not moving, as if dead.

But suddenly, the man's breath that had been silent for a long time suddenly reappeared, his chest was like a twitching bellows, undulating, and he was breathing heavily while opening his eyes, as if he had a nightmare.

It's a nightmare, and if it's not a nightmare if a person almost dies, then I'm afraid that all the dreams in the world can only be regarded as sweet dreams.

The stinging pain in his chest hit like a tide, and the man gasped greedily, Xu was breathing too quickly, and he had to cough when he was choked by the blood in his throat.

Severe coughing.

His eyes were red and blood was dripping from his mouth.

Then he broke down and wept bitterly.

After all, anyone who suffers from the tragedy of their family being slaughtered will have to cry a lot.

He is Zhang Renfeng.

But after only crying, Zhang Renfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at the bow of the boat.

Under the dim and dim lamplight, there was a man sitting there, dressed in black, with a hat on his head, carrying two knives on his back, and the shirt on his back was also torn out of a slender gap, even with the flesh and blood inside, the wound was as slender as hair, as if it had been scraped by a drizzle like a knife, and it looked like a bloodshot.

This is a sword wound, a sword technique to clear water? He was originally a good sword hand, so he naturally saw what was in it at a glance, and in today's rivers and lakes, only the drizzle of the water sword can cut such a slender sword wound.

"Who are you?"

He asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and he didn't answer the question.

Zhang Renfeng was very weak, holding his chest, struggling to sit up a little bit, his heart was different from ordinary people, although the sword penetrated into the chest, it only damaged the flesh and blood, so that he fainted under severe pain, but the damage to the viscera was not enough to be fatal.

"I'm Zhang Renfeng!"

The man in black sat sideways, unable to see his face, rubbed the knife in his hand, and wrote lightly: "You are not only Zhang Renfeng, you are also Zhang Hairui's son!"

As soon as he heard his father's name, Zhang Renfeng's eyes suddenly burst out with a light of hatred, and his eyes were full of fine and twisted bloodshots.

"Blackstone killed my father, destroyed my whole family, I must take revenge—ahem—" He gritted his teeth and trembled, as if the sentence had exhausted all his strength, so much so that he coughed again.

"Are you alone?" A basin of cold water was poured down, and the man in black spoke with a sneer and a merciless mockery. "With the way you look now, anyone can easily kill you, what can you do?"

Zhang Renfeng was provoked by his words, and opened his mouth to refute, but as if he thought of something, he smiled miserably, as if he was deflated, and even his eyes with hatred dimmed.

"You're right, I really can't do anything, so why did you save me and let me die, wouldn't it be a hundred!"

The man in black glanced at him faintly.

"Aren't you dead, now everyone thinks that Zhang Renfeng is dead, there should be no more Zhang Renfeng in the world, there is no difference between saving and not saving!"

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Renfeng's face was very pale, as if there was no blood.

The man in black still said in a tone that was not alarmed or anxious: "Zhang Renfeng is dead, but isn't there one more you in this world, there are some things that can't be done in the open, so turn from light to darkness and do it secretly." ”

"Everyone knows that you are dead, so this is also your advantage, who would have thought that a person who has died is still alive in this world, and is still hiding by their side, unexpected moves, there is always something to gain!"

Zhang Renfeng frowned when he heard this, he seemed to be thinking about the meaning of his words, and finally hesitated and even doubted: "You mean you want me to change my identity?" Who are you? Why save me? And why did you help me deal with Blackstone? You want to take advantage of me? ”

"You have a lot of questions, in fact, I also want to deal with Blackstone, is this answer enough?"

The man in black couldn't help but smile when he saw his vigilant look, he had taken the oar from the bow of the boat and shook it, and the swaying sound of the wooden oars was even more hoarse and creaking than his, like the sigh of an old man who was about to rotten wood, and like the turning of the door shaft.

Zhang Renfeng still wanted to ask, but the man in black had already interrupted him lightly. "Okay, there's not much time, it's about to dawn, let's get out of the capital first, wait for you to change your identity, and then come to me, but remember this place, I will anchor on the lake for one night on the fifteenth of every month, and then I will talk about it then!"

The boat was slowly heading downstream with the water.

The morning breeze has risen on the lake.

The night is fading, and the moonlight is fading.

"Let's go!"

When the water entered the water, the wooden oar suddenly fell, and the man in black at the bow of the boat was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Renfeng covered the sword wound on his chest, felt the stinging pain under his palm, and looked at the jagged sword beside him, his eyes were complicated and obscure.

Wait for the river to go away.

Not far from the shore,

The willow branches swayed, and a figure somersaulted from the air.

Looking at the boat drifting down the water, he took off his hat and face towel and threw it into the lake.

"Ahem—"

A low, light cough rang out.

It took several sounds in a row to calm down.

The monk's rosary struck a key point in his chest, messing up his breath and leaving a little wound in his lungs.

What a great monk.

As soon as he opened his mouth and spit out, a ball of red reverse blood had splashed into the lake, and Su Qing wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

His face had taken off his makeup, and his clear and white flesh fell under the moonlight, as if a jade statue had come to life.

"Is this the internal force?"

Su Qing's eyes were a little bright, he glanced up at the moon, his eyes were brighter, this night was really a long time for him, he walked along the shore not far away, under a vigorous and tall old locust tree, he climbed the branches, and when he came down again, there was already a white package in his hand, and a sword.

"It seems that from tomorrow onwards, we have to deal with these killers in the capital first!"

Now that the drizzle has left the black stone, Zhang Renfeng has also escaped from the death, the wheel king is bound to track down the whereabouts of the drizzle, and several masters are distracted.

"Interesting!"

Su Qing turned to leave.

The bright moon is sinking in the west, and a touch of fish belly white begins to emerge in the sky.

Another day.