Recently, it seems that there are more carriages and horses entering Hangzhou, and the caravan has spent a lot of time from entering the city to finding an inn to stay, and it is a little late, and the short-shirted young man who originally entered the city and planned to go directly to Lufu to spread the word has to wait for tomorrow to visit.

The caravan had to stay in Hangzhou for a longer time, and in the words of the caravan steward, it was necessary to sell all the goods purchased along the way, and then bring some scarce things back to southern Xinjiang to make a good living, and at the end of the year, there would be no need to go so far to the merchants. Yue Hanzhi may also be in a hurry because of his proximity to Jiangning, and he just told Lin Manliu that he could stay for a while.

After dinner, the young man in the short shirt walked alone under the street archway, and originally wanted to ask the woman in blue who was eating together if she wanted to go shopping in Hangzhou together, but she was gently lifted by someone and only heard a sentence: "I thought that when I arrived at the destination, I would be at ease, and I had the leisure to go shopping?" ”。 Lin Manliu had to walk out of the inn with a disgraced face.

In the twilight, the sunset shines on the earth, pulling the shadows of the pedestrians on the road very long, the willows on the roadside embankment are still clinging, the shadows of the branches and the shadows of the people are staggered, the willow branches float with the wind, and the people move with their hearts, both of which are swaying in the wind and never stopping. The boy had never been to Hangzhou City, so he roughly remembered the direction of the inn and walked along the river embankment, and when he reached a stone bridge, he was ready to climb the bridge, but when Lin Manliu walked to the middle of the stone bridge, he couldn't help but feel the river under his feet.

A river runs through the town, the stone bridge lies horizontally, and houses are built by the river. This is the scene seen standing between the stone bridges, the young man continued to walk forward with a long sigh of relief, it may be that the young man's walking speed is slower, the night gradually covers the earth, the streets and roads are beginning to be replaced with lit lanterns, Lin Manliu still has no intention of returning to the inn. Walking all the way to the shore of the West Lake, suddenly a fresh breeze blew along with the water waves, gently blowing on the young man's face.

He looked at the scene in the lake was the three pools of the moon that he saw in the "Landscape Raising Sword Duel" during the day, and the three stone towers stood in the water, but the sky was not completely dark, and the moon may still be hiding in the clouds and did not appear, so he couldn't see the scene written in the book, and the young man in the short shirt couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

At this moment, the breeze on the lakeside suddenly changed, the sound was a little louder than just now, and the water in the lake rippled, and suddenly the wind and waves suddenly roared, which seemed to be accompanied by some sounds of water that did not belong to the lake, slapping on the bank embankment. Lin Manliuli Lake was a little closer, and when he found it in time, he immediately took a few steps back, so as not to get his clothes wet by the sudden waves in the lake. The waves in the lake were constantly splashing on the stone towers, on the embankment, and among the catkins on the riverbank, and it was only when the sound was quieter that the teenager could hear the strange sound mixed in, the sound of plucking the strings.

Turning his head to see that it was in a small pavilion by the lake, a man in a yellow shirt was stroking the qin, his figure looked a little familiar, Lin Manliu walked towards the pavilion with the sound of the piano, and before he got close to the pavilion, he asked from the pavilion: "Have you opened the books during the day?" ”。

As soon as this remark came out, the identity was known, and the man in the yellow shirt was the charlatan who sold his "Landscape Raising Sword Duel" at the pavilion outside the city during the day, and the young man in the short shirt said: "I saw it, but I didn't understand it."

"What did you see along the way," the man in the yellow shirt asked again, but he continued to pluck his strings without trying to turn around, but the wind and waves in the lake seemed to respond to his sound and still beat the embankment.

"I have seen the willows on the riverbank, the water on the stone bridge through the town, and the water on the lake here...... There is also the sound of the tide and the strings," Lin Manliu first thought about what he saw, and then thought for a moment and said.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the wind and waves in the lake seemed to stop, and the man in the yellow shirt seemed to be dissatisfied with the answer from the mouth of the young man in the short shirt after brushing the strings on the table, and picked up the long sword leaning on the table with his right hand, turned to look at Lin Manliu and said: "It's not enough ......" After that, he drew his sword out of the sheath for more than an inch, and the golden light of the unsheathed sword body reflected the entire small pavilion with a burst of light, and the eyes of the man in the yellow shirt in the night seemed to flash a touch of gold.

Lin Manliu immediately pulled out his waist and walked in the mountains, and lifted it in front of him to prepare to face the enemy, thinking about what was wrong with this person, why did he suddenly pull out his sword and unsheath it, and seemed to want to teach himself a lesson.

I saw the man in the yellow shirt jumping out of the pavilion, and it was a sword split, and the young man in the short shirt was holding the mountain field line in his left hand, and he just shook the mountain field line out of his hand with just one blow! The young man stepped back to pick up the landing dagger again, when he heard a sentence from in front of him: "I still want to pick up the sword, and the next blow will be a different place." Without waiting for Lin Manliu to react, he suddenly felt his left shoulder sink, as if the young man who had been hit by some heavy object almost couldn't stand up, but it was the man in the yellow shirt who quickly swept his side and smashed his left shoulder and arm with the hilt of his sword.

The short-shirted boy had to give up picking up the mountain wilderness, rolled to the right, and after separating more than ten steps from the yellow-shirted man, he untied the spring window butterfly wrapped in black cloth behind his back with one hand, and stood in front of him with a sword in his right hand.

"It's your turn," the man in the yellow shirt said slowly, staring at the black strip of cloth in the young man's hand.

Lin Manliu did not sprint forward directly, but quickly ran in a circle from the right side, and began to pay attention to the movements of the man in the yellow shirt, and when the man in the yellow shirt contemptuously began to ignore his actions where he stood with his sword at will, the young man in the short shirt jumped forward in one step when he saw the opportunity, and dragged the black cloth strip in his hand with his right hand for a long time, and it was not so easy to notice that there was such a piece of black cloth wrapped in something fluttering in the wind in the night.

When he was five steps away from the man in the yellow shirt, he suddenly raised the strip of black cloth above his head, and the young man in the short shirt now jumped into the air, and he wanted to prepare to swing it in front of the man in the yellow shirt with the strip of black cloth. As a result, when the black cloth was about to approach the man in the yellow shirt, he saw the yellow shirt move slightly, and he dodged this move with just one side, and then waved the station's long sword at will to resist the young man's volley.

A crisp metal collision sounded, Lin Manliu didn't use the black cloth strip in Zhenfei's hand this time because of the intersection with the yellow-shirted man's blade, he just staggered back a few steps and stared at the yellow-shirted man in front of him, and when he was about to take out the sword again, the yellow-shirted man waved his hand and said: "Don't fight, don't fight, it's not interesting" After saying that, he was about to put the sword into the sheath, and there seemed to be a little gap in the sword of the golden long sword.

Lin Manliu saw that he no longer used his sword to pick up his own mountain and wild travel, and secretly scolded in his heart that if he couldn't beat you, he would not continue to stare at you and stab a few more swords. The two of them put their swords into their sheaths and said no more, and after a long time, the clouds in the air gradually dissipated.

The bright moon peeked out of the clouds and mist and hung above the canopy, a touch of moonlight accompanied by the light breeze in the lake reflected in the hole of the stone tower, the moonlight reflected on the lake behind the three stone towers, the moonlight here is clear and clear, as if there is a lake under the lake.

The man in the yellow shirt was the first to speak, but it was still the same sentence: "What have you seen along the way?" ”。

The young man in the short shirt seemed to be touched, and did not repeat his previous answer and said: "When I first arrived in Jiannan Rongcheng, the buds first bloomed, and it was the starting point of my first long journey, and I was rescued by soldiers and bandits in the mountains, and I wanted to become stronger. When I entered Guizhou again, I met someone who gave me a sword to protect myself, but I saw bandits, I wanted to become stronger, and finally I went to Jiangnan and encountered gangsters, almost died, and I wanted to become stronger."

The man in the yellow shirt pondered for a moment and said, "I want to become stronger? How to get stronger? And then such a reckless sword, winning with brute force? ”。

Lin Manliu was silent and didn't know how to answer, so he heard the man in yellow shirt say again: "I have seen and heard the book for you so far, and the method of raising swords is in it, and today is the first scene of raising swords, and the swordsmanship should be like the moonlight reflecting the lake ......."

The cool breeze blew at night, the water in the lake rippled, and the two stood by the lake, and the young man in the short shirt silently listened to the man in the yellow shirt talk about his thoughts on sword moves in his heart, the timing of ventilation when the sword was drawn, and the method of internal breath operation.