In Liu Zhengfeng's eloquent story, a majestic and magnificent picture of the rivers and lakes is slowly unfolding in front of the two juniors of the rivers and lakes.

From the Central Plains to the south of the Yangtze River, from the vast prairie to the wild and strange glaciers.

On this small merchant ship, an old man who has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes is pointing out the rivers and mountains, while the eyes of the two young people are shining when they listen.

Even if Yang Shou already knew the plot, at this time, listening to Liu Zhengfeng's evaluation of the characters in the rivers and lakes, the martial arts heroes and the emotion in his words, he still couldn't help but yearn for it.

Perhaps the reason why he is still obsessed with creating a martial arts universe is also because he has always cherished the dream of martial arts.

"The country is picturesque, how many heroes are bent down!" Although he has not finished speaking, Liu Zhengfeng seems to be losing his interest in talking.

After all, he is an old man who plans to quit the rivers and lakes, there are still regrets in the rivers and lakes, there are people he has never seen, and things he has never done, but he has already forgotten it.

"Seniors quit the rivers and lakes like this, do you really have no regrets?" Yang Shou asked Liu Zhengfeng.

Liu Zhengfeng smiled: "The rivers and lakes I just talked about are the rivers and lakes of heroes and celebrities, and the rivers and lakes of ordinary people only have the blood licking at the edge of the knife and the precariousness, more are villains calculating, and less are close friends." ”

"The old man can get a confidant of Brother Qu in his life, but he is already a fool of God, and no matter how greedy he is, it is just a delusion."

said and said to Yang Shou: "It's you, this kid, you will be accompanied by a red face when you go out, and you will meet your predecessors to teach peerless martial arts when you are just a fledgling, and you can't say that you can make a name for yourself in the rivers and lakes, but you don't have to have the heart of retreating from the rivers and lakes because of me and Brother Qu." ”

Yue Lingshan, whose identity was debunked by a word, lowered her head with a slightly red face, but she was peeking at Yang Shou.

I want to see if the senior brother who is in my heart and soul has the same thoughts.

Qu Yang, who has not spoken much, said: "It is also a blessing for my brother to know Brother Liu Xian. ”

The two old men glanced at each other, and everything was silent.

Qu Yang took out a guqin from behind him.

Liu Zhengfeng also pulled out Changxiao from his sleeve.

"You and I haven't played the song of Xiaoao Jianghu composed together for many years, and now by boat, Yang Fan goes to sea, and it is just the same as ensemble a song of Xiaoao Jianghu." Qu Yang said.

"Shura Warrior God"

Liu Zhengfeng stroked his hair and laughed: "Integrate my will!" ”

After that, the two unfolded the score, with Liu Zhengfeng blowing the flute and closing the piano.

The two played the piano and flute together, and the passionate tune spread on the river.

The disciples of Hengshan, who were originally on the boat and were in charge of various work, also stopped what they were doing, revealing their intoxicated expressions.

The disciples, who were good at musical instruments, also took out their instruments and began to wait for the rhythm to incorporate their own music.

"The sea laughs, the tide on both sides of the strait, the ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present day..."

Qu Yang sang loudly, Yang Shou almost couldn't hold back, and sang along.

This song is engraved into the DNA.

How many people have never fantasized about singing this song when they were young?

"Old songs, old tunes, old plays, old teeth?"

"That's because I've never been there!" Yang Shou let go of the restraints, followed the tune and rhythm, and sang together.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, two frustrated people in the rivers and lakes, but when they retired from the rivers and lakes, they played a song of laughter and pride in the rivers and lakes.

They never laughed proudly.

But when they are ready to jump out of the frame and go to the other side of the world at ease, why are they not laughing at the rivers and lakes?

It is expected that they met and knew each other when they were young, and they composed this song together, so that naturally they would break out of an earth-shattering fame on this river and lake, and they would really be proud of the rivers and lakes.

And now when we meet again, there is a bit of 'white-haired fisherman river blocked, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze'.

The pride and conceit of being young have been exhausted, but they have been replaced by a bit of chic and calm.

What good and evil, what fame and fortune, these have been seen through and seen through by them.

This is a state of life.

People who may not be very clever, but who can't do it, don't have to stand in the middle of the red dust and mundane things to laugh at the innocence and romance that despises them.

The singing was at its peak when it was suddenly interrupted.

The galloping feathers set the merchant ship on fire.

The screams of the disciples woke up the people who were still resting in the song.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang walked out of the cabin first and looked out.

There were six clippers in total, originally hidden in the reeds, but now they were all around.

The hook and lock thrown from the clipper had already grabbed the merchant ship, and a group of masked men in black were stepping on the ropes and quickly boarded the ship.

The first group of black-clothed people to board the ship had already fought with the disciples on the ship.

In the midst of the raging fire, the sound of swords colliding and killing came and went.

It's like another annotation of the 'Smiling Proud Jianghu Song' that was sung a few minutes ago.

"Who's coming?"

"I, Liu Zhengfeng, have been in the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes for decades, and I have always been kind to others, and now I have washed my hands, who is it, and I want to chase after this, and I want to kill them all?" Liu Zhengfeng waved his palms and threw the black-clothed people who jumped on the boat into the river one by one, shouting loudly.

"On the orders of the Left League, Liu Zhengfeng colluded with the demon sect demons, and dealt with them on the spot to set an example." A voice came from among the reeds.

Liu Zhengfeng sneered: "If the leader of the Left Alliance wants to kill me, why hide his head and show his tail like this? ”

"Who is it that wants to use me, an old thing who has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, to harm my Wuyue Alliance?"

In the Xiaoao Jianghu jointly revised by Yang Shou and Xu Ke, Zuo Lengchan is no longer engaged in the integration of the Five Mountains, but in the name of the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, he seeks a higher status and interests for himself.

After all, in reality, the Wuyue Sword Sect is divided into the south and the north, and it really wants to be unified... How?

After the Shaolin Temple was divided into north and south, it was already its own hall, and gradually it was impossible to pee in a pot.

It can be seen that in such a world, geographical separation and cutting is the most effective way to divide.

The imperial power still has the words of "the emperor is far away" and "the imperial power does not go to the countryside", how can the Jianghu sect be able to truly merge into one?

As for directly gathering the disciples of all factions and putting them together for unified management... Then it would be even more nonsense.

Needless to say, the friction and disputes that arise from being huddled together.

The daily and monthly consumption of resources, rations, weapons and so on, adds up to astronomical amounts.

What's more, the rivers and lakes and the imperial court are not separated, but closely related.

How could the imperial court allow the Wuyue Sword Sect to really merge into a whole?

Now the Wuyue Alliance itself is already jumping on the tolerance line of the imperial court.

"Old thing, it's not stupid!"

"But whether you are stupid or not, you will surely die."

"Your head is the fuse that makes your Wuyue Sword Sect infighting."

"Kill me!" A voice in the reeds said.

The black-clothed people who attacked and killed were even more desperate.

Looking at their posture and battle, the rhythm of advance and retreat is obviously not ordinary recklessness.

Instead, it's more like a marcher.