The sky is overcast, the boats rise and fall on the shore, the town is brightly lit in the background, and the blue waves are thousands of miles ahead.

Raindrops sprinkled on the ceiling, making a dense and light sound, the bow of the ship was like a bean, and the birds stood under the lanterns, looking at the rolling waves and chirping, looking at the appearance of chanting - the great river went east, the waves were exhausted, and the birds and birds of the eternal wind flowed......

On the shore, the Night Terror Hall moved weapons such as the dragon spear and the Junshan knife wrapped in black cloth to the cabin, and then returned to the shore to open the umbrella:

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Huh~?"

Xuanji Zhenren leaned against the small canopy by the lake, her cheeks were red, and she looked unsteady on her feet:

"What can I do? I'm the sixth peerless master in the world......"

？

Seeing this drunken appearance, the night terror hall regretted taking Xuanji Zhenren with him, and now Xuanji Zhenren didn't say that he would escort him, and he could live on his own without his care, so he had to thank God.

Seeing Xuanji Zhenren staggering over, Night Terror Hall was afraid that she would accidentally fall into the water, so he raised his hand and prepared to help her:

"Beware of ......"

But what he didn't expect was that before he touched his arm, Xuanji Zhenren flipped his wrist lightly, clasped his hand in front of him as fast as thunder, and turned to look at him, his eyes were drunk, but they revealed three points of danger:

"What? Want to take advantage of the girl's drunkenness and plot against her? ”

The night terror hall had nothing to say, and felt that Xuanji Zhenren was really drunk, and he didn't bother with her, holding an umbrella and signaling:

"Okay, I won't help your arm, you take care of yourself, don't fall into the water."

"Hmph."

Only then did Xuanji Zhenren let go of the night terror's hand, jumped on the boat lightly, sat on the mat in the cabin, and took off the wine gourd behind his waist:

"This wine tastes really good, the key is that it is strong, why don't you take a sip?"

The Night Terror Hall untied the anchor rope, pushed the ship to the shore with a bamboo pole, and then pulled up the sails:

"Forget it, it's not a peaceful place. You're all drunk like this, and if I get drunk again and have bad luck, I might have to fall into the lake and feed the fish......"

Xuanji Zhenren lay on her side on the mat, her right hand supported her side face, the wine gourd swayed gently, and she put on a very sultry posture, and her eyes were also like silk:

"Life is short, while you are young, you must learn to have fun in time. The girls are all drunk like this, you still don't understand the amorous feelings, how did you chase Ning'er before? ”

Night Terror Hall originally wanted to enter the house, but when he saw this, he paused, shook his head secretly, sat under the canopy in front of the door, and looked at the five-foot long knife:

"Ning'er and I fell in love at first sight, and mutual affection came naturally. She didn't deliberately tease me, I really took the bait and beat me......"

"If you don't try, how do you know I'm going to beat you?"

"Alas......"

Night Terror shook his head and didn't respond, holding a long-handled knife out three inches, and a chill immediately appeared on the deck.

Cha~

Xuanji Zhenren poured himself a drink for a while, probably a little bored, and then said:

"Could it be that you're not interested in active girls, and prefer to be subtle?"

Night Terror Hall didn't pay attention, and after weighing the long knife, he hung the knife on his waist, and put on an eight-step crazy knife starting style, trying to unsheath it.

The one-meter-six knife is a bit too long, and the drawing action is unlikely to be as smooth as the dragon knife, but after it is unsheathed, there is no problem with the move of putting on the eight-step mad knife.

Although the speed can no longer reach the peak, the attack range has been doubled, and even the move of the dragon slaying order can be regarded as giving up some of its strengths in exchange for infinite possibilities.

Sa, Sa-

Night Terror Hall stood in the rain curtain, holding a long knife and slowly making a gesture to adjust his posture, focusing as if there was only one person and one boat in heaven and earth, completely treating the peerless beauty behind him as air.

Xuanji Zhenren teased the bird rolling on the mat with her hand, and when she saw that the night terror hall ignored her, she gradually lost her interest in teasing, and stood up straight with her on the porch, posing as a master:

"That's not how knives work."

Night Terror stopped practicing the sword technique and turned around:

"Fairy Lu also knows how to use swordsmanship?"

Xuanji Zhenren came drunk into the drizzle, took the long knife from the night terror hall, and looked proud:

"The highest level of martial arts is 'no sword in your hand, but a knife in your heart'. Only ordinary martial artists will pay attention to weapons, moves, inner and outer families; I've passed this stage, and now it's all moves, flowers and leaves are sharp weapons, and it doesn't make a difference to me whether I hold a knife or a sword, so I guess I can. ”

Night Terror Hall knew that Xuanji Zhenren was talking about the realm of 'returning to the basics'.

The process of martial arts practice is nothing more than:

A punch for ordinary people is a punch.

The master will be supplemented by the technique of the move, and one punch will go out, which is no longer as simple as one punch.

And further up, it is a collection of hundreds of schools of thought, the qi and veins are practiced to the fullest, and the gestures are all the pinnacle moves, naturally no longer confined to the moves, and it has become a punch is a punch.

If the three old monsters on the mountain said this, he would definitely believe it, but when he heard it from the mouth of this wine Mengzi beauty, he couldn't help but doubt:

"Fairy Lu is so powerful, why was he poisoned by that man in black several times?"

"That person is not ordinary, and I grabbed something, so I just had to save my hand first."

Xuanji Zhenren raised his knife and pulled a sword flower, because the blade was too long, it looked really scary.

Fearing that he would be injured by mistake, Night Terror retreated back into the cabin and took the curious bird away:

"Be careful, don't cut yourself."

Sassy –

Xuanji Zhenren held the knife and turned like the wind, first drunk and came to a beautiful sword dance, and then bowed slightly, holding the knife in both hands and standing in front of him:

"Look!"

As the words fell, the figure that had been shaky and unstable fell into a stagnation for a moment, giving people the feeling that a person had suddenly disappeared from the deck, leaving only a stone statue without any breath.

Seeing this scene, the contempt in the eyes of the Night Terror Hall disappeared, and he secretly used the method of the Tianhe Knife to predict the movements of Xuanji Zhenren, but unfortunately he found nothing

Whew~Whew~~

The rainy night quieted down.

Xuanji real person stood at the bow of the boat, her black hair and white skirt moving with the wind, maintaining the same rhythm as the waves of the rain curtain, her body did not move, but she slowly became the focus of the night, like a storm, quietly nurturing in the night.

After brewing for a while, Xuanji Zhenren's eyes froze slightly, and then his feet suddenly exerted force.

Rumble!

The bow of the three-zhang long ship instantly sank several feet.

The surrounding area exploded with a splash of water that was more than a foot high, until the stern of the boat was completely lifted out of the water.

Hmmm-

Then a white figure rose from the bow of the ship, but in the blink of an eye, it had already dragged the knife to ten zhang away, and the knife turned with the person, and the five-foot long knife containing terrifying strength slashed at the surging waves with a single sword.

Boom –

With a loud thunderous sound, the waves exploded in the night, and from a distance, it looked like a waterfall had risen out of thin air on the surface of the lake.

The waterfall crushed outward, shattering the endless waves that came in, but in an instant, it evolved into a large wave as high as several zhang, gushing out dozens of zhang before breaking.

The aftermath spread outward, creating an endless fan-shaped ripple on the surface of the lake!

"Whew!!"

Such a terrifying sound made the bird shrink his neck in shock.

The night terror hall also had its pupils shrunk, and its eyes turned into surprise.

After all, this earth-shattering knife, if it is slashed back on the ship, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to smash the entire ship to pieces.

Night Terror Hall can do this with its current foundation, and even faster.

But he uses the knife to supplement it with the most top-notch luck method, and the connoisseur can recognize the move at a glance, and there is a possibility that the move can be broken and dismantled.

And Xuanji Zhenren's knife has no skills, it is all strength.

A simple and unpretentious slash, even the word 'knife technique' can not be called, but it has used an effect that ordinary people can't reach, which is impossible to do without the connotation of 'all schools of thought, flawless inside and outside'.

It was also at this time that Night Terror Hall understood why Xuanji Zhenren's appearance could be ranked third among the eight kui.

In terms of sword attainments, Xuanji Zhenren is definitely inferior to the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and it is estimated that there is still a gap in strength.

But the Xuanyuan Dynasty was only 'Wukui' when he used a knife.

And even if Xuanji Zhenren takes a fox tail, it is estimated that he can use it as a meteor hammer to hit the top of the mountain.

Although the rankings of the two are not far apart, they can no longer be divided into a class of martial artists.

Seeing such an extraordinary demeanor in the Night Terror Hall, and then looking at Xuanji Zhenren, it was as if he saw a thousand-zhang snow peak standing in front of him, and he was about to say "Good martial arts!" As a result, the words didn't come out, and his expression was stunned again.

(⊙_⊙)？

After Xuanji Zhenren shot with a knife, he pulled a sword flower and put the five-foot long knife behind him, wanting to put on a posture of closing the knife, but because the knife was too long, it looked like he had an antenna on his back.

Originally, Xuanji's real person's idea was to show off the demeanor of a master, and the blue waves of his feet fell on the bow of the boat.

But he was drunk, and the light was dim, probably seeing three boats, and he couldn't tell which one was real, and he stepped into the air a few feet away from the deck, and the whole person immediately disappeared from view.

Plop –

Splash!

？！

Night Terror Hall was stunned for a moment, and then ran to the edge of the deck to check, but saw Xuanji Zhenren floating on the surface of the lake as usual, making a natural appearance, and said casually:

"I've drunk too much, it's a little hot, I'll take a shower, you can rest first."

Although he pretended to be very similar, but the night terror hall was not blind, and he still took the initiative to jump down to distinguish it, his eyes were indescribable, and he still opened his mouth after thinking about it:

"I know you're a master, and if you drink too much and don't carelessly, I won't laugh at you. Come on up, don't catch a cold. ”

Boom~

Xuanji Zhenren did seem to be drunk, but he didn't admit that he had lost his footing for a while, and continued to swim around in the water, with a graceful posture:

"It's all said I'm fine, you go and rest, I'll come up later."

"Alas...... Huh? What about knives? ”

"Knives? What knife? ”

“……”

In this situation, the birds were speechless, spreading their wings and tilting their heads, not knowing what to say.

Night Terror rubbed his forehead, and a fierce man plunged into the water and searched for it in the lake, but fortunately, the lake was not very deep, and the boat did not float far, and soon picked up the knife stuck in the bottom of the lake.

When he surfaced, Xuanji Zhenren had already jumped on the boat while he was unprepared.

Night Terror breathed a sigh of relief and flew down on the deck, only to see the soup chicken lying on the mat in the cabin, eyes closed and making it look like it was asleep.

The bird stood at the door, afraid of being crushed by the demon girl's sister, so he didn't dare to go in, and raised his wings slightly: "Twitter ......", which means that the night terror hall helped take off the wet clothes, and in the middle of the sleep, it slept next to it.

How could Night Terror take off Xuanji's real clothes, he didn't care about it, and after a few glances, he closed the door and continued to ponder the knife technique.

Thinking of Xuanji Zhenren's lack of skills just now, but a knife that was comparable to the top moves, Night Terror Hall pondered the moves again, and always felt that there was a sense of difference between each other - Xuanji Zhenren's knife was a knife, and he was obviously studying how to make this knife different from each other.

After a moment of drilling, Night Terror Hall stopped, put the five-foot long knife aside, sat cross-legged in the rain curtain, the dragon knife was placed horizontally on his knees, closed his eyes and thought seriously, no longer obsessed with the appearance of the force posture, and instead pondered the same knife, how to make a qualitative change in its interior.

Boom~

The rainy night is lonely, and the center of the lake is like a bean.

The bird squatted at the door to take shelter from the rain, and it didn't disturb the night terror hall sitting in the rain, but I don't know how many days later, there was a faint touch of heat in the bow of the boat.

"Huh?"

The bird was dazed, and he jumped to look at it, but saw that the night terror's face was red, and a white mist appeared on the top of his head, and he looked like he was almost ripe again......

……

——

In the early morning, the 72 islands of Junshan were covered with clouds and mist, and hundreds of large and small boats from all over the country floated on the surface of the lake.

The surrounding islands are crowded with people, many open areas, and you can also see the rivers and lakes talking on the spot, and the onlookers are cheering on the side, but the Qianzhangjun Mountain Platform in the center is empty, and only a lonely stone tablet is erected.

The islands are far away, Junshantai is a ring, ordinary people don't have the courage to go up, if you want to watch the battle, the best position is naturally on the boat.

Although I don't know when this battle will start, I am afraid that I will not be able to squeeze in front if I miss it, and many ships are waiting around Junshantai in the rain, and the warriors from all over the world on the ship are all looking forward to it.

Between the large and small ships, a canopy boat slowly floated through the gaps, and hearty laughter could be heard in the canopy:

"Come, I'll give you a toast."

"Good amount of alcohol ......"

……

In the narrow canopy, one person sat at the stern of the boat and rowed, and the three gathered around the small table to drink and talk.

There was only a plate of peanuts on the table, and there were four or five jars of wine, and the two young swordsmen were already red and drunk, while Qiu Tianhe, who had his back to the bow of the ship, looked as usual, holding a wine bowl and looking at the scenery outside the window.

From Huangquan Town to Junshantai, it was only one night by boat, but Qiu Tianhe couldn't get along, and no matter how many people came, he couldn't fight.

Since squatting in the dark dungeon for more than half a year, and after meeting a martial arts wizard like Night Terror, Qiu Tianhe's mentality has actually changed a lot compared to previous years.

Although Qiu Tianhe doesn't look serious, in essence, he is still like all peak martial artists, he can be regarded as a martial idiot, and he also pretends to be 'morality, chivalry, and affection' on the rivers and lakes.

In previous years, Qiu Tianhe felt that the happiest thing in the world should be to stand on the Junshan platform with a knife, and be worshiped and admired by the heroes of the rivers and lakes.

But after being a death row prisoner for more than half a year, the most enjoyable thing in the world has become holding a bowl of old wine in his hand and basking in the twilight sun.

I once thought I was at ease, but after completely losing my freedom, I realized that in the past fifty years, I was just a layman who was led by fame and fortune, where could I really live a day at ease.

Then he encountered the night terror, Qiu Tianhe knew that the dream of replacing Xuanyuan Lao'er as a sword leader for decades could not be realized, since there was no hope of reaching the top, he naturally looked down on the word 'sword leader'.

Now this battle, in Qiu Tianhe's heart, is actually the final battle, drawing an end to the past, and then he will put down the rivers and lakes, and he is passing through the small life that ordinary people should live.

Qiu Tianhe knew that he couldn't beat Xuanyuan Lao'er, but he had fought twice in previous years, and he also knew the details of Xuanyuan Lao'er, and it was impossible to break him without three or five knives.

When he saw that the situation was not good, he turned around and ran to admit defeat, and tens of thousands of people around him watched, no matter how thick-skinned Xuanyuan Lao'er was, it was impossible to chase him and cut him.

Originally, the risk of this battle was not large, and Qiu Tianhe's heart was quite relaxed, as if he had to go to work for the last time before retirement.

But he never expected that Night Terror Hall would be able to give him a big surprise at such a time!

Qiu Tianhe was leaning on the canopy and drinking a little wine, when his ears suddenly moved, and he heard two voices next to the fence of the big ferry:

"Why is there no movement at Junshantai? The Shenhou didn't show up, and Yao Wenzhong and Xuanyuan Hongzhi didn't see anyone, so they let a few apprentices with foreign surnames receive guests......"

"I heard something was wrong. A brother of mine was wandering around in Wuzhou, and last night he sent a message that there was a mess at the mouth of the Wuxi River, and it seemed that someone had joined forces to kill the officials of the Black Ya...... Fan Laoba and Han Shaoping are all dead, and there are two people from Junshantai, one dead and one seriously injured, it is said that it is Xuanyuan Hongzhi and Yao Wenzhong......"

Qiu Tianhe's drinking action paused, raised his eyes to look outside, his eyes were surprised, and the meaning was estimated to be:

Is Xuanyuan Hongzhi dead?

God really opened his eyes, which Qingtian lord is this to eliminate harm for the people......

But before Qiu Tianhe could finish thinking about it, the next words came into his ears:

"You're not. These four people combined, Wu Kui can kill them casually, and they can wipe out the whole army, who are they dealing with? Xuanji real person? ”

"It's true. It is said that he is a young swordsman, and his knife is very fast, and he killed four ...... in the blink of an eye."

……

？？

The black official is poor, the young swordsman is very fast, and the knife is very ......

Qiu Tianhe thinks this description, how does it sound like that kid in the Night Terror Hall?

However, although the description is consistent and there is a motive, Night Terror Hall should not be able to defeat Yao Wenzhong, let alone fight against four......

Could it be that the night terror hall took the black master and surrounded Xuanyuan Hongzhi......

Qiu Tianhe knew about the recent chaos in Wuzhou, and he also knew the grudge between Xuanyuan Hongzhi and Night Terror, so he felt that this possibility was very high.

He is the relationship between the uncle and half of the master of the Night Terror Hall, and the Night Terror Hall slaughtered Xuanyuan Hongzhi, and he came to Junshantai the next day to find someone to provoke trouble with his father......

Isn't this sent to the door to vent people's anger?!

Qiu Tianhe sat up a few straight, feeling that something was wrong, as if he had entered a fire pit, and immediately put down the wine bowl.

According to the estimation of Night Terror, Qiu Tian cooperated as the top swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and the atmosphere was coaxed in place, and there were so many people who were looking forward to it, even if they knew that they would hit the muzzle of the gun when they entered the ring, they couldn't pull down their faces and retreat tactically, so as not to provoke criticism in the rivers and lakes.

But in fact, Night Terror thinks too much.

If Qiu Tianhe can't even pull off this bit of face, can he live to this age?

Seeing that the situation was not right, and he might be beaten to death by Xuanyuan Lao'er, who hated the loss of his son, Qiu Tianhe didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows, so he was ready to get up and row away, and return to the capital to continue to accompany Sister Meng.

But alas, the ship is already too close!

The canopy had not yet turned around in the small space between the ferries, and the noisy ferries suddenly fell silent.

Then the silence spreads outward, until the lake for miles is dead silent, and only the rain and waves remain.

Boom~

Boom~

……

A dull footsteps sounded from the stone platform of Qianzhang, and no one was seen, but the heavy footsteps seemed to knock on the bottom of people's hearts, and even the sound of rain was a little smaller.

The three young people on the canopy boat were originally talking and laughing, one by one, 'Xuanyuan Lao'er', but when this footstep sounded, Qi brushed his face white and swallowed his saliva:

"The Divine Marquis of Junshan is here, this momentum is ......"

"Worthy of the ...... of contemporary swordsmen"

"Qiu Tianhe's arrogant junior is really rude, and he actually let Xuanyuan's senior show up first......"

Smack-

"Shhh Senior, what are you pumping me for?! ”

Qiu Tianhe twitched the back of the young man's head next to him, released the oar he had just held, sighed softly, and muttered:

"The ...... of this dog's day"

After the words fell, Qiu Tianhe stepped out of the canopy with his waist knife in his hand, and stood on the bow of the boat, his back straight like a steep peak.

The blue waves are quiet, and the vast world under the rain curtain is also at this moment, only two swordsmen are left standing opposite each other......

……

(End of chapter)