The fog cages the clear river, and the moon shines on the reed boat.

A young monk went on a killing spree in the middle of the boat.

Against the backdrop of the dense fog and waning moon, everything seems so reasonable and natural.

After all, this scene should have appeared twenty years ago.

The blood-colored wedding girl floating at the entrance of the cabin hall looked at the murderous figure that exuded black gas all over her body in a daze.

Beyond the big ship, above the river.

Li Xiangyun and the young Jiang Shen watched this scene quietly.

And Xiao Qianjun was used by Li Xiangyun to cover his eyes and ears, so as not to leave a shadow on the little guy.

The waning moon is silent.

After a while, there was not a single living mouth in the whole big ship.

Whether it is those immortal monks, heroes in the rivers and lakes, officials and wealthy businessmen, or boat family sailors, as well as seemingly ordinary ordinary people, they are all related to the Feng family's extermination tragedy twenty years ago.

They are all Miss Feng who is already a powerful ghost, and it took twenty years to find them out one by one, and then use the secret method of the ghost path to gather them on this big ship.

At this time, their evil deeds twenty years ago have finally been liquidated.

The young monk, who had killed the last man, stood in the cabin hall on the second floor.

Black qi emanated from his body, and on his forehead, a black lotus mark appeared.

This is a unique mark of the Buddhist disciple's degeneration into a demon.

What was once a young ascetic has become a demon monk.

He looked at the corpses and blood all over the ground, and his face was no longer full of pain and remorse, but indifference.

After looking at the boatload of corpses, he glanced through the window of the boat at the waning moon in the sky.

Finally, he turned to look at the blood-colored wedding girl floating at the entrance.

Miss Feng, who was dressed in a blood-colored wedding dress, no longer had that kind of obedient expression on her face at this time.

The dense fog outside the ship gradually dissipated.

Her eyes have also regained their clarity.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

In a trance, what the two of them saw in their eyes was not a boat full of corpses and blood, but the scene when the young man and girl met for the first time.

That year, the thirteen-year-old boy in white followed his father to Feng's house for the first time.

As soon as I entered Feng's Mansion, I met a group of graceful girls swinging in the yard.

When he saw the head of the Chen family come to the door with the rumored third young master of the Chen family, a group of girls immediately dispersed like butterflies.

And the girl who stood out the most among them couldn't help but be curious, leaned on the door and looked back, just in line with the young man's gaze.

The girl was shy, quickly lowered her head, and pretended to smell the green plums poking out of the courtyard gate.

She thought she had covered it up.

But I don't know that the shy appearance will forever be engraved in the young man's heart.

Pity......

The night wind blew the waves, lapping the reed boat, and woke up the two people who were looking at each other.

"Chen Lang!"

Miss Feng, who had completely recovered her senses, called softly.

The young monk's face softened with a black aura all over his body.

His eyes still contained a little remorse, and he said in a low voice: "Qi Niang, I'm sorry!" ”

I'm sorry for this twenty years late.

When he rushed to Feng's Mansion and saw the corpses all over the ground, he was extremely remorseful, but the beauty had passed away, and even the corpses were not complete.

Even if you want to say remorse, you don't know who to say.

These three words were like steel blades, piercing the bottom of his heart for twenty years.

Even if the green lantern wooden fish and the Buddha horn can't be resolved.

Now, he finally spoke.

The beautiful woman floating on the opposite side had the same face as before, as if she had never left.

However, the blood-colored wedding dress on his body and the bloody mark on his neck clearly told him that everything was different after all.

Hearing this sorry, Miss Feng, who had just regained her clarity, suddenly turned cold, and seemed to be greatly stimulated.

Suddenly, she let out a scream, and endless resentment instantly enveloped a radius of three hundred miles.

Not only the entire big ship, but even the three people outside the ship, Li Xiangyun, Xiao Qianjun, and the young Jiang Shen, were all included.

Li Xiangyun, who was hovering above the water, changed his expression slightly.

In the next moment, he entered another world.

……

The old shopkeeper of the drunken hometown tavern in Hanzhou City choked his breath on the day of the frost, leaving behind a bunch of bullshit and shit.

Before the first seven days were over, the four sons and three daughters made a noise, and several daughters-in-law and sons-in-law beat the side drums for their fathers and mothers-in-law on the side, making the whole tavern even more noisy than the Wenwu Temple Fair in the Shangyuan Festival.

Later, the quarrel and the fight will start, and the crackling is mixed with the roar of the man and the scream of the woman, which is even more thrilling than the siege of the water demon.

In the end, none of the rooms could gain the upper hand and become the talker, and they were scattered, and no one wanted to inherit the old man's industry, and the tavern was not opened.

The large and small taverns in Hanzhou City, not to mention hundreds or thousands, there are still dozens of them, drunk and closed, except for a few old drinkers who sigh a few times, and the yellow leaves on the peach leaf street in late autumn are no different.

But for Chen Shaobai and Li Xiangyi, who relied on the tavern to survive, they were caught in the pond.

They were buddies in the tavern, and as soon as the tavern closed, they had to find a new job.

After guarding the first seven days for the old shopkeeper who had great kindness to them, the two teenagers came to the Hanshui River.

The morning sun was thin, and it seemed to be covered with a golden mist.

"Xiaoyi, I'm going to go to Nozawa Pass to join the army." Chen Shaobai said.

"I'll go with you." Li Xiangyi didn't think twice.

"No, with your small body, like a deep lady from a big family, the border army won't want you."

Chen Shaobai grinned, although he was only thirteen years old, he was very tall and had a good demeanor.

But Li Xiangyi is different, Li Xiangyi is thin, her face is white and delicate, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that she looks like a deep boudoir lady from a big family, like a little showman.

Chen Shaobai's smile suddenly converged and became a little deep.

"What's more, the two of us can't take risks at the same time, at least one of us has to live well. In case we all die in Nozawa Pass, then who will avenge the revenge of our whole village? ”

……

Chen Shaobai and Li Xiangyi are two innocent children in Chen Li Village, one evening, the west of the village suddenly became angry, and then the whole village was covered by a scarlet flag, becoming dark and dark, and did not see the light of day.

After a while, more than 800 people in Chen Li Village turned into blood mist and were swept away by the scarlet banner.

Only Chen Shaobai and Li Xiangyi, who were swimming in the river, escaped because they were panicked and afraid and hid in the water.

Overnight, Chenli Village, which was originally peaceful and peaceful, became a ghost village.

Chen Shaobai and Li Xiangyi hid in the water and witnessed the tragedy of the whole village, and also saw a huge black shadow as high as a mountain standing behind the scarlet flag.

Later, the two left Chen Li Village, followed the fleeing people into Hanzhou City, and met the old shopkeeper who was drunk and forgot his hometown.

Because Chen Shaobai was clever and Li Xiangyi was literate and could settle accounts, the old shopkeeper took them in and let them be buddies in the tavern.

The two teenagers from the same village lived day by day in Hanzhou City, but they never forgot the scarlet flag and the huge black shadow behind it.

They want revenge.

For their parents, brothers and sisters, for the men, women and children of the whole village.

also for themselves.

……

Li Xiangyun looked at the tall young man with a smile on his face, frowned, and said, "We want to take revenge, and we don't have to join the army." Nozawa Pass is too dangerous, and every year it fights with the Nozawa Lake Water Demon, killing and wounding many people. If you want to become stronger, you can find other ways, such as going to Hanshan Academy, going to the Yanshui Sword Sect, or going to the Hundred Fist Gate. ”

Hanshan Academy, Yanshui Sword Sect, and Baiquan Gate are the three major cultivation forces in Hanzhou.

Chen Shaobai grinned again, "But only by joining the army can you become stronger and make money." I have already thought about it, I went to join the army, received a military salary, and earned military merits, all of which were exchanged for money and sent to you. ”

"You just go to the academy, haven't you always wanted to go to the Hanshan Academy? It's okay now, don't worry about it. You are a literati, I am a martial artist, and at least one of us will be able to succeed with one literature and one martial arts. ”

Chen Shaobai said it as a matter of course, and his body was filled with a rare look of a teenager.

Li Xiangyi's delicate little face was silent for a while.

He knew that Chen Shaobai had already made up his mind and couldn't change it.

This companion is the child king of Chen Li Village when he is a child, and he often takes a group of "minions" to the outer villages to fight, and climbs over the wall in the village, causing chickens and dogs to jump.

Chen Shaobai suddenly stepped forward, stuffed a bag of things into Li Xiangyan's arms, and then stepped back and said with a smile: "I know what you're worried about, but don't worry, I'll be fine, I'm going to die." ”

"When I was a child, the blind old man who set up a stall on the Long Bridge Wei calculated my life, saying that I would live to be at least ninety-eight years old, and that I would be rich and noble. You just wait for your brother to become a big official and come back to take you to live a happy life. ”

"When the time comes, I will marry three wives, four concubines, and fifteen pretty maids, and I will also marry more than a dozen mothers-in-law for you, tsk...... In that situation, in a few years, our Chen Li Village will be prosperous again! ”

Li Xiangyi tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Chen Shaobai strode away, and went south along the willows on the bank of the Hanshui River, and would go to the Yeze Pass in front of the dangerous Daze in the south.

Looking at the tall young man who was drifting away in the shadow of Liu Si, Li Xiangyi suddenly shouted: "Dabai, I'll wait for you to go back to Chen Li Village together!" ”

Chen Shaobai turned around and waved his hand backwards, with a warm smile on his face.

A horse neighing was faintly heard on the official road in the distance.

Li Xiangyi suddenly remembered the two lines of poems in the "Poems of a Thousand Families" taught by Mr. when he was a child in the village school.

Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.

……

As the largest academy in Hanzhou, Hanshan Academy is not in Hanzhou City, but on the Hanshan Mountain in the western suburbs.

The main peak of Hanshan Mountain, where the academy is located, is more than 50 miles away from the state capital.

Li Xiangyi hid the bag of copper coins that Chen Shaobai stuffed to him, and prepared to go to Hanshan Academy.

It was late autumn, and it was the season when the maple forests on the cold mountain were dyed red all over the mountains, and it also coincided with the annual month of Hanshan Academy.

As long as you arrive before the autumn leaves of Late Maple Ridge fall and pass the examination, you can enter the academy to study.

At noon, Li Xiangyi carried a small cloth bag on his back, came out of the west gate of the state capital, and walked westward.

When I walked more than 30 miles, it was getting late, and night soon covered the land.

After walking a few more miles, Li Xiangyi came across a dilapidated temple at a half-mountain pass, and planned to spend the night there.

The temple is not big, and after entering a broken courtyard gate, it is the main hall.

The wings on the left and right have collapsed, the main hall looks still stable, there is a wooden plaque hanging in front of the eaves, the words on the plaque have been blurred, Li Xiangyi has been looking at it for a long time, and can only vaguely see that it is a public ancestral hall.

The handwriting is really illegible, I don't know who this god is.

Pushing the door in, there is a tall old man in a Confucian shirt enshrined in the center of the lobby.

The old man in a Confucian shirt held a brush in his right hand and a sword on his left waist.

On either side of the idol is a mottled couplet:

The bald pen writes a thousand military strategies;

The iron sword flattened the demons.

Li Xiangyi admired the majesty left behind by the statue, and was also shocked by the momentum contained in this couplet, and bowed three times with the gift of the last school and the latter.

Then he found dry grass and firewood, and lit a fire in the main hall to prevent insects and beasts.

After eating the dry food, he read for a while by the fire, and before the second watch, he slept in front of the statue of the god, so that he could nourish his spirit and continue his journey tomorrow.

When the third watch was close to the fourth watch, the fire had long been extinguished, and the temple was dark and lonely, with only a little starlight leaking in through the dilapidated roof.

Suddenly, a black cloud hit the north, and in an instant it enveloped the five miles around the temple.

A humanoid shadow more than three feet high condensed from the black cloud, falling down and standing outside the temple.

"Zhou Lengxi, this seat is back again, the old accounts from five hundred years ago, it's time to settle them!"

The humanoid shadow made a hoarse, high-pitched sound.

Bang Dong –

The closed door of the main hall suddenly opened, and with a golden light, a tall and majestic old man walked out.

The old man was dressed in a Confucian shirt and had a sword on his left waist, which was exactly the same as the statue of the god in the main hall.

(End of chapter)