03000909090909 "Lao Tzu is going to slaughter you, let me die!" "The man in black rushed up again with his sword, before he underestimated my combat prowess. I was punched and I felt very shameless, so I was very angry.

This time, the black-clothed man's knife technique was very ferocious. I also had a hard time dodging.

The cramped cabin limited the play of the man in black, and such an environment was more favorable to me as a young man.

I used the rolling tactic, and I kept nimbly dodging left and right at the feet of the man in black, and the man in black couldn't do anything about me for a while.

Bang!

The man in black held the Arc Moon Knife high, but accidentally smashed the fishing lamp, spilling glass shards on the ground, and the cabin suddenly became extremely dark.

I rolled on the ground and touched a shard of glass.

A ruthlessness rose from his heart. I gritted my teeth and plunged the shard of glass into the right ankle of the man in black.

"Ahh Rolled over and fell heavily in the cabin.

This guy wails and screams, and has basically become a wreck. I can't even stand up.

However, in the painful stinging muscles18., this guy looked like crazy, wielding the Arc Moon Knife indiscriminately, and I didn't dare to get close, so I could only keep a certain safe distance from him.

At this time, I heard a faint cry for help: "Seven Little Seven"

When I looked back, I saw Sixi pressed against the window edge of the cabin by another man in black.

The man in black grabbed Sixi's neck with his left hand, and with a knife with his right hand, he was about to cut down on Sixi's head.

If this knife falls, Sixi's life will be gone!

At the last moment, without the slightest hesitation or consideration, I grabbed a piece of glass again, jumped up, and stabbed the glass shard into the back of the neck of the man in black.

Poof!

The glass inserted into the flesh and directly sank into the back of the neck socket of the man in black.

The man in black trembled, and his whole body suddenly became stiff.

He turned slowly, his exposed eyes bursting with surprise and annoyance.

This guy didn't fall, but carried the Arc Moon Knife and approached me step by step with a fierce look.

I was out of breath under the pressure of the strong murderous aura, and I retreated again and again, and was soon forced to retreat into a corner, and there was no way to retreat.

The man in black slowly raised the Arc Moon Knife, and I closed my eyes in almost despair, thinking to myself that this time I had confessed to being here.

Who knows, after a pause for a few seconds, the Arc Moon Knife did not fall, and there was no pain on my body.

I subconsciously opened my eyes, and I saw the body of the man in black shake twice, and then fell head-on towards me.

Ah!

I was crushed to the ground by the man in black, and I felt like my bones were about to shatter.

The man in black was as heavy as a pig, lying on top of me motionless. Joy throws.

I reached out and probed the man in black's snort, and my heart was excited, Mom, this guy is actually dead

Call!

I let out a long breath, this guy is really good at pretending and scaring Lao Tzu to death.

I struggled to get up from under the man in black, kicked the body of the man in black with my foot, and my mind went blank, I killed someone?! I actually killed someone?!

While I was still in my nerves, Sixi walked over, leaned over to pick up the sword of devotion that he had dropped earlier, and came to the man in black with a ruptured Achilles tendon.

Swish!

The sword light flashed, and the shouts of the man in black stopped abruptly, and a bewitching blood flower bloomed in the darkness.

Sixi wiped the blood stains on his face and came to me with a sword: "Xiao Qi, thank you!" "

Sixi's face was covered with blood, and the originally handsome little face now looked extremely hideous.

By the time we helped each other out of the cabin, the battle outside was over.

Grandpa and Uncle Huzi stood proudly on the deck, on which there were more than a dozen corpses of black-clothed people, with splashes of blood and scattered weapons everywhere.

The night breeze is slightly cool, as if it is softly telling the sadness.

"Father-in-law, are you injured?" Sixi looked at Huzi with concern on his face, and a wisp of blood slid down Huzi's left arm, dripping to the ground.

Huzi said arrogantly: "This little injury is not in the way!" Sixi, Xiaoqi, how are you doing? Are there any injuries? "

"Nope!" Sixi shook his head and gave me all the credit: "Xiao Qibiao Xiàn is very brave and has killed two enemies!" "

"Really?" Huzi was slightly surprised.

I scratched my head: "Hehe, luck! It's just luck! "

Huzi praised: "Being able to kill two enemies that are so different from your own strength is definitely not a matter of luck!" Xiao Qi, you have a lot of potential! "

The small canopy boats around them had quickly receded and disappeared into the night.

Huzi's domineering voice floated out far away: "Go back and tell your master, if he is not convinced, continue to send people to fight!" "

In the next time, we cleaned up the cabin, and the corpses of those men in black were kicked into the river by Uncle Hu Zi one by one. The blood on the deck was also washed away by us, and the smell of blood in the air was noticeably not as strong as it had just been.

Finally packing up, we collapsed in the cabin exhausted, and I felt like I was about to collapse, like I was stepping on a marshmallow.

Sixi found a spare oil lamp, although the light was a little dim, but it was finally able to make do with the lighting.

Huzi took off his coat, revealing his lean body, and there was a bloody mouth on his left forearm. The enemy's arc moon knife was very sharp, and the skin and flesh on the tiger's arm were rolled up, and the entrance was extremely deep, which looked strange and scary.

The injury was so severe, Huzi actually said that it was a small injury, he was really an iron-beaten man!

I can't help but be even more in awe of Uncle Huzi.

Sixi gasped and quickly found a first-aid kit to treat Huzi's wounds.

Uncle Hu Zi was indeed brave, he directly opened a bottle of liquor, poured a big mouthful, and sprayed it on the wound, which was regarded as disinfection.

Alcohol stimulates the wound, and the pain is not something that ordinary people can bear, but Huzi's face does not change and his heart does not beat, and he does not even frown, this heroic spirit is really impressive.

Sixi took out the needle and thread and threaded the needle and thread neatly: "Father-in-law, I'll help you stitch up the wound now, you bear with it!" "

Huzi grinned, poured himself a glass of white wine, and drank it one after another.

Huzi's temperament is indeed tough, and he doesn't need anesthetic, and the wound is quickly stitched up.

Huzi waved his hand lightly and looked at the centipede-like scar on his arm: "Hmm, it's a good sew!" It's beautiful! "

I looked at Huzi with a surprised face: "This is also called beautiful?" "

"Of course!" Huzi raised his arm and shook it in front of me: "Xiao Qi, you remember, scars are a medal of manhood!" "

Scars are a medal of manhood?!

My heart trembled violently, and I felt my blood boiling, so that in my whole life later, Uncle Huzi's words were deeply imprinted in my heart.

We did feel tired from the fierce fighting, and after a brief bite of food, we fell asleep in our cabins.

The funeral boat swayed gently, like a mother's cradle.

I finally knew that the mysterious woman in red in my dream was my mother!

I used to wake up in fear every time I dreamed, but now I was bent on meeting her in my dreams.

It's just that the more I wanted to see my mother in my dreams, the more pale the dreams became, as if I hadn't dreamed at all that night.

We don't know how long we slept, but we were awakened by a strange musical sound near the middle of the night.

"Mom!" I rolled over and sat up, gasping for breath.

Listening intently, I noticed that the strange sound of music was wafting from the river in the distance.

I opened the window and looked out.

I saw that the moon was like water, and a ghostly light flickered on the river, like a dream.

In the hazy darkness in the distance, two fishing fires suddenly lit up, and the light of the fishing fires turned out to be a strange dark green, like the eyes of monsters, staring at us coldly in the distance.

I shook my head and quickly retracted my head: "Master, is it that the fisherman has caught up?" "

Grandpa's eyes were blazing, and his face was solemn: "I don't think it's very similar!" "

Not a fisherman?

So who could it be?

"I see that he is loyal and honest, good-looking, his life is bleak and pitiful, he is sad and bored here, he is crying there, I am sad here and looking at the sky, gloomy and lonely like a prison looking at the world, Dong Yong, he will go to suffer and guard this lonely time, I will go to the world today"

We listened with our ears pricked up, and although I couldn't understand what was being sung, I knew it was a drama.

Huzi closed his eyes slightly, shook his head, and gently tapped the rhythm with his fingers on the table: "This is an excerpt from the り Tianxian match る in the Huangmei opera, called the bell to return"

My heart sank, and it was clear that it wasn't my mother.

Mom's singing voice is beautiful and tactful, she has never sung such an opera, and although the singer is also a female voice, this female voice is very sharp and ghostly, like a voice floating out of hell, listening to people's scalps numb, goosebumps all over the body can't stop falling down.

It's hard for me to understand Uncle Huzi's taste, under this kind of voice, how can he still shake his head and look like he's enjoying it?

After singing a song, the river surface was deserted, and the previous dead silence was restored.

And this dead silence makes us feel inexplicably flustered and uneasy.

Bang!

Uncle Hu Zi suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, slapped his palm on the table, and said coldly: "There was a fisherman before, and now there is a high platform gate, tonight is really fucking lively!" "

My heart thumped, the high platform?!

I asked astringently, "Uncle Huzi, is this Gaotaimen the one that sings opera among the nine schools?" "

"Exactly!" Huzi shook his head and turned his head to look at his grandfather: "Third master, I don't think this matter is simply seeking revenge!" These nine schools are simply coming for us, and someone wants to kill us! "