In the old small wooden box, the Xuanwu Seven Beads are in sight. The seven spirit beads are well preserved.

I never thought about it, what does the word "rivers and lakes" have to do with me? The mulberry jujube garden and the bamboo forest were in distress, and Song Lian almost lost her life. The rivers and lakes are sinister, and prevention is necessary.

Fan Gongzi is free in the rivers and lakes, this chic and wandering wind, I admire it very much in my heart. And the "Jingyang Secrets" in his mouth made Song Lian extremely curious.

Song Lian looked at the spirit beads for a long time, thought about it left and right, and finally put the seven spirit beads into his arms.

The weapons of Xuanwumen are also well-known in the rivers and lakes. Song Lian thought to himself, martial arts are not good, weapons come to make up.

Since then, there has been a three-legged cat kung fu woman on the rivers and lakes, named Song Lian.

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The sun shines through the window, and the gold dust hairpin shines brightly......

Fan Yin sat silently in front of the window, turning the hairpin in his hand, and couldn't help but be stunned.

The spinning hairpin, in front of my eyes, emerges... A girl, with a childish little face.

"Brother Yin, I want to marry you when I grow up." ……

"Brother Yin, when you grow up, will you marry me?" …

"Brother Yin..."... Childhood sweethearts, two little guesses. A girl, a boy.

Suddenly, when he grew up, he had a rare and beautiful face in the world.

"Brother Yin, my mother won't let us be together... It's heartache..."

"Brother Yin, this hairpin is for you... See it as you see me..."......

The wind crept in through the gap in the window...... Fan Yin's eyes were blurred with tears.

Everything goes back to the past, I don't know her, is it okay now? ……

The sky and water are colorful, and the sunset is reflected.

On the lotus pond, the lotus leaves are as green as the ocean, and the lotus flowers lining the Xiangyun torch. On the surface of the lake, a crescent-shaped boat swayed.

A slim girl in white dressed in a light gauze skirt, with long hair hanging down her waist, elegantly holds a boat and picks lotus seeds on the lake.

The emerald green lotus leaves, among the lotus flowers of the Xiangyun torch, the sunset imprinted her smiling face, like a fairy bathing on the lake, standing with a smile and shyness.

"Miss, Madame called you back." On the shore of the lake, there was a call from Yahuan. The call was long, and it came to your ears leisurely.

The girl heard the call and propped the boat up to the shore. Before the boat came ashore, she held the lotus seed in her hand, and with a light leap, she landed lightly on the shore.

"Xiaohe, what did my mother call me again?" The girl's delicate and ethereal voice is like a warbler's voice, which is very good.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her complexion was extremely fairy. The eyebrows and nose are trimmed, and the cheeks are slightly pear-eddy. The complexion is crystal clear and soft as jade. The eyes have a faint blue feeling of the sea.

"I don't know what's going on, I'll find out when I go back." Xiao He's clever eyes blinked, and he shook his head and replied. Her beautiful and childish face has a sensible person who does not match her age.

"As long as my mother doesn't deal cards, it's fine." Suddenly, the girl's smiling face became gloomy, and she stared into the distance, muttering to herself.

The girl held lotus seeds in her hand and returned to Yaju with Xiaohe.

As soon as you enter the courtyard, this is an elegant residence. Just like the back garden, the garden is full of flowers, one color after another, and thousands of flowers are blooming.

The natural wood color of the elegant residence, the wooden window railing, the wooden eaves. In front of the unstained window, you can see butterflies flying, and you can watch the autumn snow flying.

In front of the window, a seat of snow-white hair fluttered in the wind... A woman in a tall and thin robe with her shoulders cut down, her waist restrained, and her waist straight, stood with her back to the door.

"Mother." The girl stepped through the door with light feet, raised her eyes slightly to glance at the white-haired woman, and cautiously walked behind the white-haired woman.

"Lian'er, for my mother these days... I'm afraid I'm going to have to go out of the island, and you're in charge of the big and small things of this elegant house. The white-haired woman's voice was as beautiful as a girl's.

She said in a faint tone, slowly turning around. A thin white face like the moon, lightly swept the eyebrows with water, and there was a cold glow between the eyebrows. There seems to be a hint of melancholy.

Look at this white-haired woman, she is only about forty or fifty years old, but for some reason, she is already full of gray hair.

"Listen to my mother." The girl named Lian'er replied obediently.

The white-haired woman looked at her coldly, and there seemed to be a trace of pain in her eyes, she activated her red lips, word by word, and said slowly: "I have lived with my mother for many years, and I have regrets on this deserted Lotus Island?"

Lian'er lowered her eyebrows, was silent for a moment, raised her head again, and said in a low voice: "With my mother, I don't regret it."

The white-haired woman had a cold face, looking at her for a long time... Suddenly, he sighed and said, "I know... That's not what you intended. You hate your mother in your heart... Broke up you and Fan Gongzi. ”

Lian'er's face was gloomy, she lowered her head, looked at the lotus seed in her hand without saying a word.

The white-haired woman, her face suddenly changed sharply, she turned around suddenly, and grabbed the table tightly with her hands, her slender white jade hands, long and sharp nails, and fell deeply into the root of the table.

"Fan Yin is the son and son of the old thief, and I don't share the sky with the old thief! You don't want to be with him in this life!! …”

The white-haired woman's face was contorted, and she roared angrily, like a fierce and angry lion.

The wind blew her white hair, and it seemed to cry a wisp of sadness......

Lian'er looked at it in horror, and the lotus seeds in her hand were involuntarily scattered on the ground and rolled down everywhere......

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Fan Yin, sitting alone in front of the window, recalled the past, and couldn't help but feel sad. After coming back to my senses, I remembered the task assigned by my father. The matter of "Jingyang Secrets" still has no clue.

On that day, the person who set off the wind and sand and played a hidden weapon can be seen that he is a master of martial arts, and he should be a person who can compete with his own father.

Listening to that voice, it's not Uncle Minren. It was an unfamiliar voice, or perhaps, the person had changed his voice.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the secret is related to the beggar gang, and the masked man in black does not know where he is hiding now? However, whether the secret is related to the beggar gang, Fan Yin always feels that it is not so simple.

Fan Yin thought about it and walked out of the 'Wind Movement' inn. Walking to the door of the teahouse, he stopped.

The lively and noisy teahouse, the guests come and go from the south to the north. In the teahouse, the affairs of the rivers and lakes, all kinds of anecdotes here, it seems that you can know a little bit about it.

"Guest, drink tea." The shopkeeper, standing in front of the door, wearing an apron and a tea towel on his shoulder, greeted Fan Yin with a smile.

Fan Yin listened to the greeting and walked into the teahouse, which was already full of guests, so he walked up to the second floor.

There are only two guests on the second floor, which is quite quiet. The location by the window, the street market downstairs, at a glance. The so-called, climbing high and looking far away, is exactly this truth.

The shopkeeper took a tea towel, wiped the table neatly, and served a pot of tea for Fan Yin. Fan Yin sipped his tea and stared at the market downstairs.

"I heard that on the rivers and lakes, they are all competing for "Jingyang Secrets". Now the secret is nowhere to be found. ”……

"It is rumored that "Jingyang Secrets" was done by a beggar gang." ……

"There are also rumors that it was the Jingyang faction that did it. I heard someone say just now, at this time in the forest in the distance, I don't know which faction is fighting with which faction. It's scary! It's all the "Jingyang Secrets" that made trouble. ”…… The two guests at the next table, mysterious, whispered and discussed. The outfit looks like a common man.

Fan Yin held the teacup and stayed at the corner of his lips, attracted by the words. After listening to the people's discussions, I didn't expect that "Jingyang Secrets" brought a huge turmoil on the rivers and lakes. Hearing that the forest was fighting at this time, he immediately stood up and rushed to the forest.

Song Lian shuttled through the flow of people, preparing to go to a corner of the market to collect things.

When she walked to the teahouse, someone accidentally stepped on her.

This kick is like a dragonfly dotting water, the same as the last time I encountered it. She couldn't help but turn around to see that this person was also wearing a hat, but he was dressed completely differently from the last time, wearing a fine-patterned floral shirt. The man didn't say a word, lowered his hat with one hand, and left quickly.

Before she could think about it, she suddenly saw a white shadow, which swayed out of the teahouse, galloped in one direction, and drifted away.

"Fan Gongzi..."Song Lian stood on the street, staring at the white shadow that was as fast as light, and couldn't help blurting out.