I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and endure five hundred years of wind blowing, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, just begging her to walk across the bridge.

- "Stone Bridge Zen"

Eight hundred years ago, Rama, a native of Tianzhu, traveled east to the Central Plains to preach the Dharma, and he voluntarily purified himself and entered the palace of Emperor Wu of Liang for three years. Later, Rama crossed the river and went to Jiuhua Mountain for 19 years, practiced peerless martial arts, and after his death, he was buried in Bears Ears Mountain.

A few years later, his body was stolen from the coffin and divided into two parts, the legend of the rivers and lakes is that whoever gets the body can practice peerless martial arts and dominate the martial arts.

On the rivers and lakes, it is bloody because of this.

……

A light rain is about to fall.

The streets are full of pedestrians.

Only said that under the shade of the corner of the pavilion, I suddenly heard the sound of a small song singing sadly, the apricot blossoms are beginning to bloom, the cold of this twilight winter is not over, and even the rain is cold.

The cold man straightens his neck.

The music is played by an old man, with sparse hair, bent over, unable to eat, but stubbornly guarding a huqin, and the tune of the man, melodiously pulling the strings, the four-year-old granddaughter next to him hugged his half-lame leg, curiously looking at the person who sang the music.

The song this man sang was Kun tune, but no one had ever heard of it.

But this figure, voice, tsk, is amazing, graceful, much better than those excellent people, provoked both sides of the river, many famous prostitutes are curious, beautiful eyes, and the heart is to grab food again.

The water sleeves are fluttering, the face is painted with fat powder, and it seems to be a few simple strokes at random, but it is just right, the phoenix eyes and red lips, and the teeth are opened, which is a round and jade singing voice.

It is sung: "In the middle of the night, lie alone, and when you get up, sit alone." Who is as lonely as me? Like this, what is the reason for cutting hair? Hate only hate, lying monks and laymen, where are the world's gardens and trees and Buddhas? Where is the Buddha of Light with branches and leaves? Where is the quicksand Buddha on both sides of the rivers and lakes? Where are the 840,000 Buddha ......"

The lyrics and songs are difficult and profound, and they are quite fresh, but they have provoked many literati ladies who have gone to the spring to stop and watch, and they are fascinated by listening, and they have gone to the tea pavilion to boil tea, ask for a few snacks, and calm down to the light rain outside, and listen carefully.

After the song, the drizzle outside the pavilion is still deep, the boats and boats on the river are crossing, the Qinhuai secluded water is spring, the listeners still take out the tea money, and if they are in a good mood, they will also throw down a few corners of the sparse reward money, shouting that they will come back tomorrow and sing well.

"I'm a god, so I opened the cavity four times, and the next time the seats were full, and the audience was full, and the grandfather and grandson were lucky to follow the light!" The guy who was packing up the tea soup looked at the figure of the singer, and he was very reluctant, but he broke the teacup and porcelain bowl carelessly, and listened to the shopkeeper say that his salary would be deducted, and he immediately sighed.

"Sir, take a sip of tea and take a break!"

The shopkeeper with a round body is in a good mood, can he be in a bad mood after making money, and personally served a few plates of snacks, this is a cash cow, if he sings a few songs every day, then he must not pass the day as much as possible.

I saw that his eyes were always peeking at the bounty.

The person who sang the song collected the costumes, folded and wrapped them neatly, then sat down and drank tea, washed his hands, removed the makeup on his face, and looked at the greedy shopkeeper on the side with some amusement, and said: "Okay, take it if you want, you said it before, don't be embarrassed, Chen Laohan, you can also take two percent, the piano is good, if you sing the song in the future, I will call you!" ”

Glancing at this Qin Huai smoke and rain, Su Qing collected his thoughts, and saw the doll next to the old man staring at the food on the table, he smiled gently. "Take some back!"

"That's right, Old Man Chen, you come here often in a hurry, and you are free of food!"

A bowl of tea and a snack can be worth a few dollars, this reward can be worth a day or two of his business, and the shopkeeper pretended to be generous according to his words in order to please Su Qing.

He held the scattered silver, took a small abacus and clicked for a while, and then divided it into three parts, he drew thirty percent, Su Qing got five, the old man was just asking for a way to live, one achievement was enough, but didn't he say two percent before, and shouted in his mouth: "Lao Chen, you have met a great good person!" ”

It can be said that it is calculated to the extreme.

In the end, I don't know whether it is true or false, and advises: "These nine taels are more, don't forget to go to the money bank to save, use as much as you want, and be careful of being remembered!" ”

"The old man understands!"

Seeing the old man wearing a hat and a cloak, leading his granddaughter to limp away, Su Qing got up, shook the silver bell on his wrist, and walked to the residence with an umbrella and a package of costumes.

The raindrops fell along the edge of the umbrella and twisted into a few lines of handwriting at Su Qing's feet.

Name: Su Qing

World: Rain of Swords

Identity: Blackstone Killer

Mission: Felling down. (Take power of the Black Stone and seize Rama's body.) ）

Process: None

The handwriting gathers and scatters.

"One more identity?"

Su Qing's eyes moved slightly, as if they had turned into the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"It's really like a drama in life, do you have to play a killer this time?"

Black Stone, is the cornerstone of the darkness of the imperial court, but also the most mysterious killer organization in the entire rivers and lakes, even the appointment of officials in the world must be agreed by Black Stone, if you do not comply, you will be assassinated, small to the rivers and lakes, large to the temple are controlled by Black Stone, alone in black and white, the murder is famous, frightening.

His residence is not far from the Qinhuai River, a distance of one hundred and ten steps, it is a wide alley, running through the north and south, called Xuande Lane.

There are many people living in it, most of them are at the bottom of the market, and there are rows of vendors on both sides, selling chickens and ducks, killing dogs, selling tea, selling wontons, and selling noodles, don't underestimate these people, maybe there are men who talk and laugh with you during the day, and when the skin is changed at night, it is a killer.

No, even he is one of them now.

I don't know if I have been in that desert for a long time, Su Qing seems to have lost the habit of cleanliness, so he asked for a can of boiled and tumbling dog meat from the dog meat stall, and carried a jar of bamboo leaf green, carrying it slowly through this alley.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The street vendors panicked and closed their stalls, running in the rain, Su Qing walked alone with an umbrella, and slowly walked through the crowd.

When I get home.

There was a man standing there, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

After accepting the umbrella, Su Qing smiled:

"Cai Po, is there something wrong?"

In front of her was an old woman, with spotted temples, an old face, with patches of black-brown spots, with a smile on her face, and said kindly: "Ah Qing, I saw that you just moved over, and the house was empty, ask you, do you need to buy something, many of those floor wall tiles are broken, they should be repaired, and the roof tiles must also be replaced, otherwise it will leak!" ”

Shaking off the rain on the umbrella, Su Qing opened the lock, and Wen Yan said casually: "That's okay, you look at Zhang Luo, just let them come over tomorrow!" ”

"No, I'll call them and come over when the rain stops!"

"Crunch!"

The wooden door was pushed open, and Su Qing didn't think about it.

"That's fine, you can bring them later!"

"Then it's decided!"

Cai Po answered, clapped her hands, looked a little happy, turned around and walked away.

The small courtyard was empty, deserted, sitting on the east side of the firewood room, on the yellow mud floor, a few stone paved paths extended from the door to the bedroom in the main hall, Su Qing was holding a costume and carrying dog meat and wine, and he didn't bother to hold an umbrella, and trotted into the house.

Just this yard, a month, the rent is three taels, and it is Cai Po who rents it.

Don't look at the empty yard, the house is even more empty, just a bed, not even a table and stool, and the bedding on it is still made up for him by Cai Po.

patting the rain foam on his body, Su Qing simply squatted on the threshold, opened the jar, sniffed the steaming dog meat inside, and couldn't help but move his index finger and appetite.

Glancing at the rain outside the door, Su Qing's calm gaze shook slightly, then took a bite of dog meat, leaned against the door, closed his eyes and chewed carefully, and muttered in his mouth: "Hey, what a fucking fragrance!" ”

This is the capital.