Ten hours ago, on the banks of the Anling River.

The late autumn night in Yunzhou always seems to be particularly quiet and cold, and a crescent moon hanging on the edge of the sky has sunk in the middle of the night, and the whole sky is only a gray light and shadow.

The crows perched on the trees probably woke up to a few cries because of the change in light before and after moonset. The moon sets deep at night, and the frost is dark.

Feng Jianshan moored the boat under the Luoqiao, he was the only one on the quiet river, in the hazy night, the maple trees by the river could only see a vague outline, through the misty river, a few fishing fires could be vaguely seen. The chill of the night invaded the bones of the muscles, and from all directions surrounded the poet's night boat, and he felt that the vast night air outside him was filled with frost.

Three years ago, he achieved fame, but three years later, he became a wandering bard.

In this situation, he suddenly felt a wisp of sorrow, and couldn't help but murmur softly: "Anlingluo is cold and autumn, and the lonely boat guest chases the clouds. ”

At that moment he heard the footsteps of someone stepping on a bluestone slab, which was very clear in the still night, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and then it stopped abruptly, apparently stopping on the shore where he had stopped. Feng Jianshan was a little curious, it was already the middle of the night, who would come here to ferry?

Feng Jianshan got up and walked to the bow of the boat, and by the dim skylight, he saw a handsome young man with a lofty spirit, about the age of a weak crown, holding a sword.

"Dare to ask what Brother Tai is called? Under the surname Cheng Ming Night. The young man who called himself Cheng Ye asked first.

The young man looked like he was strong and strong, and he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he was well versed in etiquette, and he was still respectful in front of those who were older than him. Feng Jianshan couldn't help but think that he was like this when he was young, and even wanted to show his ambitions for this empire, but the world was unpredictable. However, it is also a kind of fate to be able to meet this young man in this situation.

"Feng Jianshan." Zhang Ji replied with a smile and continued to ask.

"Cheng Lang, do you want a ferry?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Guiyun Temple."

Why do you go to the temple so late? Feng Jianshan was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any more, so he beckoned him to get on the boat: "Get on the boat, it's cold outside." ”

Actually, the boat is not much warmer than the outside, but there is shelter to give people a little psychological hint. Through the swaying yellow light of the kerosene wick, Zhang Jicai saw the young man in front of him more clearly, although he was young and vigorous, he seemed to reveal an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes in his bones.

He also noticed that the saber clenched in the boy's hand, the dark blue bamboo hilt, seemed to be cast in bronze; There are also inscriptions on the hilt of the sword, with "fire" on the top and "man" below, which should be the word "light" in the oracle bone inscription; The sword lattice (the partition between the hilt and the blade) is hung with silver tassels, which seem to flow cold air in the night; The body of the sword is shaped like a willow leaf, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the murderous aura is compelling.

"This sword is a treasure handed down from our ancestors?" Feng Jianshan couldn't help but become interested in this sword.

"Well, it's okay, but the treasure can't be talked about, it's just a bronze sword." Cheng Ye did not shy away from answering, and then asked instead, "Brother Feng is a poet?" ”

"Oh, how so?" Zhang Ji looked at the teenager with interest.

"Haha, I just heard your poem." Cheng Ye smiled heartily and continued, "It's a good poem. ”

Feng Jianshan was a little surprised, but he just whispered a word in the boat, and he was clearly heard by him on the shore, this young man is really deaf.

"Haha, but condensing what you see and feel in these fourteen words, it's not a good poem." Feng Jianshan was also modest, and then asked, "Does Cheng Lang like poetry?" ”

"It's okay, I like Wangqiu's poems the most." Cheng Ye replied.

"Is it Ye Wangqiu, who claims to be the defender of the Earthquake Abyss?" Feng Jianshan couldn't help asking.

"Exactly." Cheng Ye's eyes flashed with flames, and he unconsciously chanted two lines of Ye Wangqiu's poems.

This is Ye Wangqiu's "Linyuan", it seems that this young man yearns for a chivalrous life of saving the world, Feng Jianshan glanced at the bronze ancient sword in the young man's hand again, and couldn't help but think of another line of Ye Wangqiu's poem, "Thousands of miles of horizontal songs climb the floating clouds, and three cups draw the sword to listen to the snow." Isn't this sword also a sword like Tingxue? Feng Jianshan thought to himself.

"Thousands of miles of horizontal singing and floating clouds, three cups of drawing swords to listen to the snow." Feng Jianshan couldn't help but "fight against him".

Cheng Ye smiled heartily and said, "Brother Feng also likes Ye Wangqiu's poems? ”

"His poems are romantic and free, women and children know it, who doesn't like it?" Feng Jianshan replied, and then sighed slightly, "Who doesn't want to go to the end of the world with a sword in a green shirt?" ”

Cheng Yexiang met a confidant, a woman is the one who pleases herself, and a man dies for a confidant.

"Listening to snow is a good sword, honest and noble." Cheng Ye raised the sword in his hand slightly, and said modestly, "My sword is just exquisite and elegant, but it is contaminated with the atmosphere of the world and is not very noble. ”

"Haha, there is no good or bad sword, the key is the person who uses it. Cheng Lang, I see that you are chivalrous, but you want to be a chivalrous man in Ye Wangqiu's poems and travel all over the world? Feng Jianshan said with a smile.

"I'm not chivalrous, but it's true that I'm a wandering prodigal son." Cheng Ye smiled indifferently.

As he spoke, the ship had docked, and the bell of Guiyun Temple was heard in the distance.

I don't know if it was because he had a good conversation with the boy that he forgot the cold of the frost, or for some other reason, Feng Jianshan felt that since the boy got on the boat, there seemed to be a barrier around him, isolating the cold around the boat, but he could feel the "chill" emanating from the boy himself.

"I had a great conversation with my brother, and it was time for me to get off the ship." Cheng Ye took out some pieces of silver from his waist and handed it to Feng Jianshan, saying, "This is the cost of the ferry." ”

"I'm just doing the business." Feng Jianshan wanted to push Cheng Ye's hand back with the silver, but found that the young man's hand didn't move at all! It looks like the arm strength is amazing.

"Please accept it." Cheng Ye's eyes were firm and irresistible.

"Okay." Feng Jianshan had no choice but to accept it, but he said again, "Cheng Lang, I have a very good relationship with you, so I just thought of the last sentence of the poem, so I will give it to you." ”

"Oh, please." Cheng Ye was looking forward to it, although the bell had already made him a little uneasy, and he needed to get there as soon as possible.

"Outside Luoshui City, Guiyun Temple, confidants are difficult to find late at night." Feng Jianshan blurted out.

"Is there a name for the poem?" Cheng Ye asked, "Maybe it will become a famous poem for the ages in the future." ”

"It's called "Anling Jiangdu and Cheng Langbian". Feng Jianshan said casually, and then his eyes were a little gloomy, "Who could have predicted what would happen in the future?" Leave time to judge. ”

"It's a good poem, I'll keep it well." Cheng Ye clasped his fists and saluted, "Then, don't leave it at that." ”

"Well, don't leave it at that." Feng Jianshan also bent down and bowed in return. But when he looked up, he found that the boy was long gone.

Luoshui City outside the cloud temple.

The gate of the temple was closed and locked with a latch. Cheng Ye jumped lightly, stepped on the wall horizontally, and went against the trend, as if gravity did not work on him, and reached the top of the wall in a few quick steps, and then jumped and landed steadily in the courtyard. But the courtyard was dark, and the lights that were still burning were now all extinguished, and the bell was fading away.

Cheng Ye had a premonition that something had happened, his hand clenched the sword in his hand again, and slowly walked towards the Buddhist hall. Suddenly, a monk slowly walked out of the hall, and he staggered a few steps before falling to the ground, his body pierced by an unknown sharp weapon, and blood gushed out.

It's the same technique again! He has been investigating this kind of case for some time, but he has not found the murderer, and the reason why he visited Guiyun Temple late at night is because someone sent a letter to inform him, and not only did he not know the murderer, but even the person who sent the letter did not know, and the matter was full of fog.

The monk should have just been killed, and it was expected that the murderer had not gone far, so Cheng Ye hurriedly searched around, and soon found that a suspicious person suddenly rushed out of the corner and ran towards the gate. Judging from the back, the man was thin and weak, but he never thought that he could quickly pull out the latch of the door, open the door of the temple, and escape from the door.

Cheng Ye immediately chased him out, but he never wanted to meet the person who beat the watchman, he didn't have time to explain, and continued to track down the suspicious person.

I didn't run far, but I heard the exclamation of the watchman from the rear: "Killed!" Killed! ”

Cheng Ye knew that he was deep in the whirlpool, and he even faintly felt that he had touched the darkest corner of the abyss.