Gangnam Province, Lingzhou, Qingyan County.

There is a unique scenery of this water town in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzling rain and hazy rain.

The immortal Li Canglan went out of Lingzhou with a sword, becoming a mountain and nightmare in the hearts of countless swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, and a sword, wine and a poem became the demon in the hearts of countless girls in the rivers and lakes back then, and he can not forget it to this day.

"Raise a glass and ask the sky, immortals are not drunk and travel to the world."

A sword goes, and there is no return.

The reason why this city is legendary is that there is not only the immortal Li Canglan, but also a behemoth entrenched here.

One of the three giants of Jiangnan Province, the Cheng family of Pinghu Villa.

Pinghu Villa has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for nearly two hundred years, its power is not small, it is in charge of the 32 gangs of waterways in Jiangnan Province, with strong financial resources, and its contemporary master Cheng Kong Equation is a hero and hero, and his friends are all over the world, and everyone has to call Cheng Lao Chitose when they meet.

If it weren't for this kind of strength, the poem of the little daughter of the Cheng family would not have been lost in the end.

In the face of such a legendary Lingzhou, Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue, who had not yet entered this city, had already made a mistake at this time.

"What do you think of my outfit?"

Xu Yue tidied up his clothes, and tried his best to make himself feel more chic and more like a child of the rivers and lakes, but this ruffian nature cultivated all year round made him not look like a son.

However, Wei Zigeng, although he rarely reads, but thanks to the past two years of following Mr. Zhou to practice martial arts, he is forced to study by Mr. Zhou for a few days every month.

Although he does not have the temperament of an ordinary son, he has raised some bookish temperament of a scholar.

Along the way, I heard Wei Zigeng talk about how gentle and elegant Jiangnan Dao scholars are, how handsome and chic, which makes the dissolute and unruly beggar Xu Yue a little at a loss.

In Yuezhou City, he can be indifferent, he can be thick-skinned, but this is Jiangnan, not his Yuezhou, how can he completely fall off his face.

Wei Zigeng glanced at him, looking at his pretending to be elegant, the young man actually felt a little funny, but he didn't say anything, just held back a smile and nodded.

Thinking of this, he also straightened up his green shirt and said:

"What about me, how?"

Just as Xu Yue was about to nod his head yes, an extremely discordant voice came from the pavilion on the side, the voice was old and hoarse, as if his throat had been watered with molten iron.

"Cut, if everyone is so timid as you, don't leave the rivers and lakes!"

When the two of them heard the sound, they turned their heads and looked over, only to see a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard lying in the pavilion at some point, with white temples, wearing clothes of various colors at the beginning, with shoe patches on his face one by one, his eyes were silent, and his whole face was as red as a red buttocks, which looked very funny and interesting.

What is even more interesting is that the man was holding a flask in one hand and a sword in the other, the jug was empty, and the sword was a new and beautiful sword, as if it had never been unsheathed.

"Zi Geng, did you see a person lying here just now?"

Xu Yue slowly walked towards the pavilion, looked up at the sky suspiciously, and asked with a frown.

"Probably...... Yes, I probably don't. ”

He wondered, didn't this old man fall from the sky?

The young man was not sure, when the two of them rushed to this side, they only focused on the walls of the city, and they didn't even notice whether there was anyone in the pavilion here.

After saying that, the middle-aged man lay still again, as if he was asleep, but how could a drunkard lie on a bench no more than a foot wide?

The two cautiously paced to the pavilion, and Wei Zigeng stabbed the man with a scabbard.

Nothing happened.

"It's not going to be drunk, is it?"

Xu Yue muttered quietly, and then saw the man's hand holding the wine jug drooping down, and the wine jug fell to the ground and rolled twice.

"If you have any wine, bring me some more wine!"

Wei Zigeng glanced at him, got up and was about to leave, Xu Yue was frightened, and flew out of the pavilion backwards.

"You're not dead! Scared the hell out of me! ”

The middle-aged man laughed and got up, he stretched his waist, it was Wei Zigeng who found that the man's right hand holding the sword was covered with calluses, on the other hand, his brand-new sword seemed to have never been unsheathed, and the young man's face became a little solemn.

This sword is a murderous sword.

"Yes, the wine here is not a good wine, boy, please don't dislike it."

As he spoke, Wei Zigeng threw the delicate little gourd to the middle-aged man, who took it, opened the cork, and raised his head and drank loudly.

After a long time, the middle-aged man stopped drinking and said:

"Wine ...... Not a good wine, but ...... But you kid, what the hell is in this gourd...... How many pots are in the ......?"

After saying that, he fell asleep again.

"Senior! Predecessor? ”

The only thing that responded to Wei Zigeng was snoring, and the man was drunk again.

The boy took back the gourd that the man was holding, shook it, and put it back on.

"Haha, interesting, so interesting, the rivers and lakes are such interesting people?"

Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue are both entering the rivers and lakes for the first time, and it is the first time they have encountered such a strange person, if they are both such interesting people, then the rivers and lakes must be more interesting.

Wei Zigeng said helplessly:

"It's funny, alas, I drank half a gourd wine in one gulp, that is, Wutan, whether he is a master or not, but he must be an interesting person, an interesting drunkard."

After this incident, the two no longer cared about whether they were dressed properly or whether they were gentle and elegant, and walked straight to Lingzhou City.

Before entering the city, Xu Yue looked at the knife in Wei Zigeng's hand and said:

"Why is your knife so good-looking, it doesn't look like it's used to kill people, but it looks like it's used by women to decorate, isn't it very precious?"

Wei Zigeng smiled and raised the pure white white ripple narrow-mouthed long knife in his hand in front of Xu Yue and said:

"That's natural, this knife is the saber used by Mr. Zhou Fangru, the pen knife, the only one in the world, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is worth a lot of money!"

Xu Yue took the knife in Wei Zigeng's hand, it was comfortable to hold, cold, and couldn't put it down, it was really the only good knife in the world.

"Good knife, really good knife!"

However, when the two entered the city, Xu Yue realized that he seemed to have been deceived by Wei Zigeng.

What a pencil knife, what is priceless, it is all a lie.

"That's what you call priceless? Is this what you mean by being unique in the world? ”

Wei Zigeng didn't know what to say for a while, staring at the pedestrians coming and going.

"I don't know, Jianghu...... Is this the Jianghu? ”

Today, Wei Zigeng knows a word, charlatan.

I saw that passers-by, both men and women, each had a knife hanging from their waists, a pure white narrow knife, and the past was exactly the same as in Wei Zigeng's hand.

The man is handsome and chic, gentle and elegant, and the woman is generous and looks forward to brilliance.

The two of them walked slowly among the pedestrians in a stack, like people who entered the city for the first time from the countryside, looking straight ahead.

The pedestrians around also looked at them, and finally their eyes fell on the knife that Wei Zigeng was carrying at his waist, and after a while, he showed them a disdainful smile.

"No, this ...... That's a real ...... The spectrum of the world! ”

I saw that not far ahead, there was a stall vendor, and in front of him there was a bunch of such pure white narrow knives.

"Take a look, take a look, the newly arrived Bai Lian long knife, the weapon worn by Nan Wanyue in Huainan Province, was specially made from the same blacksmith shop in Yuzhou City, and it has the same root and origin as the knife worn by Nan Wanyue! The special price is 10 cents! ”

Xu Yue looked at this scene in surprise and touched Wei Zigeng on the side with his elbow.

"Did you hear that, ten pieces of silver?! But who is this Nan Wanyue? So famous? They all seem to imitate her with sabers? ”

"It's a strange woman."

Wei Zigeng's face was expressionless, he looked down at the saber in his hand, and couldn't help but smile dumbly.

"Hehehe......"

A laugh sounded in his ears, Wei Zigeng suddenly raised his head and looked around, this laughter was extremely familiar to him, this laughter he had been dreaming of for two years.

This laughter is Zhou Ying.