On the surface of the Qinhuai River, the clear water is secluded, between the boats and boats, a small black boat, carrying guests, from the flashy lights on both banks, flows with the waves, and sails to the west.

"Childe, will you eat on the boat?"

The man who rocked the oars sat at the stern of the boat, wearing a hat, paddling on one leg and stretching on the water, holding an oar in his hand, carefully stabilizing the direction, otherwise if he bumped into those painting boats, he would have to be scolded if he touched it, and maybe he would have to be beaten.

"Good!"

The sound came from under the black canopy, and I saw a dim lamp hanging on the top, and a figure in a green robe sat on the waist of the boat, with half of his body exposed in the rain, and was curiously watching the eight or nine-year-old fisherman girl in front of him clean up the fish and shrimp.

The rich have the way of life of the rich, and the poor have the way of life of the poor, and these fishermen live on the water, and the way of living is naturally inseparable from the water.

I saw the little girl with a long-life lock, holding her sleeves, looking like she was in charge early, and took out the internal organs of those carp three or two times with her hands and feet, and cleaned them with the prepared clean water, and took out a small blade that was more than a foot long and sliced it into thin slices.

Then, chop the chives and pour a small dish of home-brewed soy sauce.

"Is this a fish belly?"

Su Qing couldn't wait to rub his hands, and the girl couldn't help but giggle when she saw his impatient appearance, and then handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Does Childe sing songs? Why didn't you take off your makeup? ”

The little girl was not afraid of life at all, and when she spoke, she had to cover the Uppong forward for him, because it could be changed back and forth.

"Forgot, forgot!"

Su Qing ate the fish and dipped it in soy sauce, and called it "fresh".

The drizzle on the river is deep, and they are rising, and the laughter of warblers and swallows is heard from time to time on the riverside, and the green windows and red candles are not warmed up one by one, and there is already an extra fan in the hand, greeting the son who is playing on the river. The music is beautiful, and I don't know which girl is singing a lamenting song, and it is estimated that it is a physical and mental fault, and the listeners are full of sorrow.

"How can Childe have a bell too? Were you born on a ship? ”

The little girl hugged her knees, shrunk and sat in the black canopy, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the bell on Su Qing's wrist, a little curious, and as she spoke, she also shook the bell on her wrist.

"What's the point of saying this?"

Su Qing ate the fish and looked at his bell.

"The old man said that we were born on water, and our lives are thin, just like grass without roots in the water, and we can't keep it, so I put a longevity lock and a bell on it, saying that it can bring blessings and settle down!" The girl shook the bell, innocent, as if she didn't know the meaning of rootless duckweed. "This is what our fisherman girl only says, I have nine of these, I am nine years old, how many are you?"

Her eyes rolled as if she was counting Su Qing's bells.

"Twenty-one!"

At this time, the man who was rocking the oars beckoned:

"Childe, it's here!"

Su Qing smiled softly, looked at the river, and then put down his chopsticks and put down a few dimes of silver.

"The fish is delicious, I'll sing by the river, and I'll come back next time!"

The little girl stopped talking, pushed Wu Peng back, saw Su Qing holding an umbrella and went ashore, seeing that people were far away, she turned her head and said: "Dad, there are still a lot of leftovers on the plate, you haven't eaten yet, and you have given too much silver!" ”

The man sat in from outside, untied his clothes, looked at the sensible girl, and said with a smile: "That's the guest's reward, next time I meet you, get more!" ”

"Oh, Dad, you eat!"

"You eat too!"

……

After passing the glitz of Qinhuai, leaving the song of the warbler Yanyan, suddenly the world seemed to be quiet, the sound of rain was dripping, Su Qing walked on a gray and unlit old street, mottled streets, washed by the rain very clean.

No, there is a lamp, a lamp.

Right in the middle of the old street.

There are also people.

Two rows of roofs, eaves, or the dark places of those narrow alleys, a series of black shadows slowly appeared, not showing their faces, gathered from all directions, looking at the figures of men and women, old and young, and dressed in a variety of strange costumes, some with rakshasa masks, some covered with face towels, and some simply covered themselves tightly, and some were unkempt, their faces could not be seen, and they were like a beggar.

Blackstone Killer.

The eyes and ears are in the word "hidden", so although these people are now Blackstone killers, they don't know each other on the face or in front of people, everyone has their own identity, and they don't know the true identity of the other party, but they just see the fireworks.

Except for a few people, these people are the top killers in Blackstone, with a great reputation and the highest martial arts, so high that they no longer need to hide their true colors.

To be precise, there are three people, the three killers of Blackstone, they are the "Water Avoidance Sword" Drizzle, the "Divine Needle" Lei Bin, and the "Immortal Suo" color dramatist.

The lamp is in the middle of the street, in the hand of a man.

The man's whole body was hidden in a black robe, with a hood and a mask, except for a pair of eyes, a lamp in one hand, and a sword in the other, and he hid more than anyone else.

In front of him, there are three black stones the size of a pebble's egg.

It's like a little fire in the darkness that draws them moths.

This is the person who is above the three major killers, unique, supreme and mighty, and holds the life and death of hundreds of officials in the world in one hand, which makes black and white frightened - "Wheel King".

As soon as Su Qing came, someone naturally looked at him.

Because, he came a little slowly.

But he's not the slowest, someone is slower than him.

The man was dressed in a white-washed kudzu cloth gown, with sleeves rolled up, his forearms and tendons stretched, a pair of mud-stained cloth shoes on his feet, his ankles exposed, and his lips with jagged short mustaches, his appearance was thirty, his cheeks were ridged, and his hair was a little scattered, quite sloppy, like a man selling noodles at a roadside stall, and he was still stained with flour, and he walked casually.

By the way, I also looked at Su Qing, who was painting his face not far away, and said with a joke:

"Is this going to sing?"

This is Lei Bin.

He crossed his arms, squatted under one roof, and looked at Su Qing with interest. "Sing two lines to listen!"

"My play, I have to lie down and listen to it at night!"

Su Qing smiled warmly, stood with an umbrella, and the long sword in his right hand was horizontal behind his back.

"Enough!"

A hoarse, deep voice shattered the sound of falling rain.

It's so piercing that it's like a blade hanging over a stone wall.

The Wheel King spoke.

"Hmm!"

"Since everyone is here, let's talk about things!"

"The color opera master has sent back the news, half of Rama's body has fallen into the hands of the first assistant Zhang Hairui, take it back for me, no matter what method is used, if he can hand it over by himself, it will be the best, otherwise, the chicken and dog will not stay!"

Lei Bin squatted there like an idler, and said with a smile: "I heard that his son Zhang Renfeng is good, and a pair of jagged swords are famous!" ”

The Wheel King said in a deep voice: "I have let the drizzle secretly warn, in addition, you have to keep an eye on Zhang's every move, in case Zhang Renfeng escapes with Rama's body, just three days, three days later, if Zhang Hairui does not hand over Rama's body, you will go to Zhang's mansion to get it, and the body will be brought back by drizzle!" ”

"No mistakes!"

"Command!"

After a short meeting, a few words, these people dispersed again, came quickly, went in a hurry, and even the "Wheel King" carried the lamp and turned to leave.

Su Qing looked at the three black stones on the ground, his eyes were calm and deep.

His identity is a death row prisoner released by Heishi from death row Li Daitao, and he was recruited into Blackstone, most of these Blackstone killers are also like this, some of them are already dead people, and now they have changed their faces and become unsightly killers, hidden in the market, no longer have a past, and only live for Blackstone.

"Whoosh!"

A flying needle suddenly pierced through the dense rain curtain from under the eaves of a roof, and shot straight towards Su Qing.

Su Qing didn't look back, he just returned the sword, the sword that was held horizontally by him behind his back, at this moment, with the light lifting of Hao's wrist and slender hand, the scabbard had already taken this needle.

"Lei Bin!"

He chuckled, held his umbrella, and turned his head to look back.

"You just said you want to listen to the play?"

"Huh!"

Lei Bin walked out of the eaves with a smile, as if he had seen something new, he glanced at Su Qing carefully, and then waved his hand casually. "Alright, let's go!"

Looking at the back of leaving, Su Qing muttered to himself:

"Three days?"

While speaking, he didn't look at it, he shook his sword, and with a "ding" sound, the needle on the scabbard had been shaken out and disappeared into the wooden pillar on the side.

When I looked at it again, the street was empty, and a figure holding an umbrella had already slowly walked into the gray rain.