A ferry port in Qiantang County, Mali County, is one of the few places where there are still four-story martial artists in the vicinity of Yanyu Building, and most of the children in the building now rely on this secret waterway to go out to buy.

Cleverly placed in the midst of thousands of acres of reeds, unless a local person who is very familiar with the waterway approaches and takes a closer look, there is no clue at all from a distance.

"Dried pickles, dried pickles, pickles, and pickles, doing livestock work all day long and without any oil and water, the building really calls us coolies?"

When the shirtless Yanyulou disciples saw that the content of the dinner was still the same two pickles and a bowl of rice, many of them complained, and even directly threw the bowl on the ground and scolded.

They are all considered disciples of some years in the Yanyu Building, and they have always had some status in the building, and the martial arts realm is not low, and they have been sent here to replace the last group of people for more than a month, and they are just doing the tiring work of unloading goods from the barge all day long.

"Some dry rice and pickles are eaten and eaten. ”

The only four-story old man in this group spoke, "I'm afraid I won't even have to eat dry food in a few days." ”

He pointed to the goods on the barge that was covered by the tarpaulin, "The animals of the villagers near the lake have almost been bought by the building, and there is still such a waterway to send some live pigs, live chickens and ducks to the building, and there are even fewer live birds in recent days." ”

The old man who has contributed to Yanyulou for most of his life should have been living in a house near the lake, but he was invited by Wu Changbo to sit in this important place, which shows that Yanyulou is indeed in a stretched field now.

The old man gathered the last few grains of brown rice in the bowl together with chopsticks and pulled them into his mouth, picked up the big teapot next to him and poured half a full of herbal tea into the bowl, wiped his mouth after drinking it all, and glanced at the person who put the bowl and chopsticks on the ground, and the latter reluctantly picked it up and reluctantly chewed the dry rice and swallowed it.

The old man, who was satisfied with the actions of those people, put the dishes and chopsticks in his hand aside, felt the knife next to him to inspect, and knocked the scabbard on the heads of those who were grinding and chirping to eat, and drank at the same time:

"After eating, I rested two sticks of incense, then got up and unloaded, the car in the building will arrive in another hour and a half, and there are still two ships of goods that have not been unloaded, so hurry up. ”

The old man who was aching in his waist and legs straightened his waist, and when he was young, he was indeed a four-story martial arts realm, and he also walked the road of horizontal practice, and the earlier realm improved rapidly, but now that he is older, his ability has increased with age.

The old man, who has only a few years left to live, also understands that the situation of Yanyulou has reached a precarious point, but these stalwart children of Yanyulou are still worried about such trivial things as eating, so he is a little unsure whether Yanyulou can survive this difficulty.

When I was younger....

When the old man tried to tell these young people about his deeds back then, these ears could afford to hear the cocoon, and people were afraid to avoid it, so they found a way to walk away from the first three steps and two steps, leaving the old man who had just opened the conversation box on the spot, leaving those too many unspoken words.

When I was young, the young people in the Yanyu Building drank the strongest wine, killed the strongest enemy with the fastest sword, and were proud to die at the hands of the strong enemy.

But the children in the current building can't bear it if they suffer a little, so how can they spare their lives for Yanyu Building?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt uneasy, and the old man kicked the buttocks of the Yanyulou disciples who were still sitting on the ground, and the latter didn't know what to mumble in his mouth, and walked towards the barge.

Seeing that there was still one person left behind, the old man also had some anger in his heart, and was about to rush forward to teach him some lessons to stop being lazy, but the man's body stiffened for a moment and then rushed forward.

In the midst of the reeds, beside the barges at the water's edge, and under the decks of the ferry, countless assassins appeared as if out of nothing.

The men in ambush under the water breathed on hollow reed poles, and trained people could do this for up to three hours, as the swollen and white-skinned assassins stabbed their short daggers into the chests of the unarmed sons of the Yanyu Building.

Xu is overconfident in his own concealment methods, these mostly shirtless Yanyulou disciples have no place to put their blades, and even if there are knives that are a few inches long to cut the ropes tied to the goods on the barge, in the face of the attacks of these assassins, in a hurry, a few moments of chopping melons and vegetables, it is almost a one-sided slaughter.

After a short time, the blood of the children of Yanyulou soaked the land of the ferry in the reeds, and more than 30 children of Yanyulou died as if they were mowing the grass.

The old man's knife slashed down the two assassins beside him and roared, charging towards the remaining three Yanyulou disciples who were still struggling to support themselves, but the shoulder was hit by the assassin who came out of the reeds with a flickering arrow, and the long knife almost fell off.

The three three-story martial artists, who were quite physically trained, happened to get two hoes and pitchforks, wielding them vigorously, so that they could keep those assassins out.

Seeing that the old man was desperately trying to get up, the three of them were also a little excited, and they also brandished hoes and pitchforks and approached him.

They would come together and twist into a rope, and the chances of survival would be much greater.

Most of the assassins armed with short blades did not advance, but formed a sparse circle, surrounding the only three remaining three people in the Yanyu Building, standing indifferently, looking at the eyes of the three people in the circle, as if looking at a dead corpse.

The three of them, who were apprehensive by this look, spared no effort to dance their hoes and pitchforks tightly, as if they wanted to swing away something that could not be seen or touched, and brought them great pressure.

However, the footsteps of those assassins moved with the movements of the three people in Yanyulou, but they only wrapped them in this circle all the time, but allowed them to get closer and closer to the old man.

Ten zhang, five zhang, four zhang, three zhang.

Wielding a pitchfork hoe with a heavy weight for a long time, even the arms of the three people with the physique of a three-story martial artist trembled slightly, but they still didn't dare to slow down their movements.

At last, when they reached a distance where even the beads of sweat on the old man's face could be clearly seen, the three of them were also in high spirits, and they used their pitchfork hoes as spears to stab straight through the circle formed by the unarmored assassins, and they reached a distance within reach.

Stretching out his hand to touch the distance of the other man's body, the old man's leg was already irreparably injured as he moved, but he still tried his best to limp one leg to fight his way through the bag of several assassins.

"Kill it! Kill it! Let these insidious assassins pay for their blood!"

He shouted, the knife in his hand wide open and closed, and the assassins around him had to retreat again and again, but some of them could not avoid being slashed.

The three people with hoes and pitchforks one of them protected the back, and the other two stepped forward to force the old man to retreat for the chasing soldiers.

The old man, who was still wheezing, glanced at the corpses of the children of Yanyulou who were still laughing and scolding, and then quickly took it back, and there was a little more imperceptible sadness in the dim old man's eyes.

"Since you've already been defeated, let's lose beautifully. He lowered his voice and said to the three people next to him, "After I break off, you go." ”

The old man, who has never been tolerant of his subordinates, seemed to have unloaded some extremely heavy burden from his body, and his expression suddenly relaxed.

"Run separately, be able to get away with one person, go back to the building to warn. He said.

Even if there was an old man who risked his life to protect him, two of the three were still stopped by the seemingly loose circle of people and lost their lives.

The last person didn't dare to look back at the figure of the old man who was pierced by several crossbow arrows, and with the two arrows that penetrated the flesh behind him, he forced himself to flee into the reeds.

At the last moment when his figure disappeared into the reeds, the old man wrapped his arms around the legs of the Assassin leader in front of him, his eyes wide with rage.

The man screwed his head off with a force on his hand.

"I can't help myself. He paused, looked at his still cumbersome legs, and sighed again, "It's respectable." ”