The blue waves are lonely, and the boat is alone.

In the depths of the wind and snow, the hustle and bustle on the Qinhuai River has unconsciously drifted away.

On the boat, the oarman who supported the boat smiled from ear to ear, as if he had taken some good luck.

And the man in the boat was also seated at this time, as if he was playing a trick, and only groped in his sleeve twice, and in front of him there were a few more drunken crabs and a bag of fried burnt and crispy peanuts, and finally a pot of old wine that was still warm.

"What are you doing outside, old man? Come in and have two drinks with me. The man greeted gently.

Lao Suo didn't shirk either, smiled, put down the pole in his hand, patted the snow on his body, and got into the canopy.

Looking at the few locks of white hair on the man's sideburns, Lao Su sighed: "I haven't seen him for many years, and the son is also old." ”

The man crushed a peanut with his fingers, put it in his mouth, poured wine, and asked, "What about your son?" Isn't it a dart? How did you start a living on this waterway? ”

The smile on Lao Suo's face faded a little, and he carefully took the wine, took a sip, and said, "It's dead." ”

The man chewed for a moment, but did not speak, but poured another glass of wine for the old man.

Lao Suo smiled bitterly, "It's not that he died in the disputes of the rivers and lakes, but he suffered from a vicious disease and died of illness...... That's fate. ”

The man glanced at the flying snow outside and said softly, "It's a pity." ”

Lao Suo rubbed his hands, picked up a few peanuts, and asked curiously: "Since the son has been traced and laughed proudly, how can he come back to wade in this troubled water?" ”

The man sighed, "Can't I come back for money, fame, and fortune?" ”

Lao Suo's face was wrinkled, and he grinned when he heard the words, "When I first saw Gongzi in the Yangtze River, I knew that you were not a person who was greedy for fame and fortune. What's more, today, you are already the best in the world, unparalleled in the world, how can you be tempted by those mundane things. ”

The man laughed when he heard this, and shook his head, "You old man is not good at martial arts, otherwise you should be a hero with this eyesight." ”

After he said that, he groaned a little and said unabashedly: "I came back this time to break some old things." If the few people of the Tianxia Alliance are not checked and balanced, they will not be able to follow the old path of the Blue Dragon Society, which will be a disaster for the martial arts. Then there is to say goodbye to some friends and rivals, and see you again. ”

Between the words, there is a kind of detachment that is indifferent to the world.

Lao Su nodded, "I see." ”

"I remember you have a grandchild, right? It seems to be called Ding Peng. The man asked.

Lao Suo suddenly laughed with wrinkles on his face, "It's almost five years old." ”

The two of them are also old acquaintances, and when they see each other today, they are full of emotion.

Just say who is this man?

Who else can there be besides Li Ducian.

And this old man is not a living man.

When Li Ducian was retrograde on the Yangtze River waterway, he met a pair of father and son who walked darts.

At that time, he was scheming and dying, and he had no time to care about it, until after all the dust had settled, he also ordered someone to go to look for it, but the father and son had already left without saying goodbye, and their whereabouts were unknown.

I don't want to see you again, my son is dead, and I am left alone with this old man in the twilight.

At this point, Lao Su seemed to be unable to find the conversation, so he drank a glass of wine one last time, and said with a busy smile: "Childe, the ship is about to dock." ”

With that, he got up and went out.

Just waiting for this man to prop the boat to the shore and turn around to say hello, there is no one else in the black tent.

Lao Sue was stunned for a moment, and then sighed faintly, regretting the decision he made back then.

I think he has been walking darts for decades, and I don't know how many times he crawled out of the pile of dead people. But the people around him come and go, die and die, but he can always turn danger into a disaster and live a good life.

At the beginning, he was used to walking the rivers and lakes cautiously, and he didn't want to be too involved with a big man like Li Ducian, for fear of affecting his wife and children, so he took his son and said goodbye without saying goodbye.

Otherwise, with Li Ducian's means of reaching the sky, his only son would not have died of illness.

Thinking together, Lao Suo's heart was blocked, his hands and feet trembled, and he really regretted it.

Looking at the unfinished drinks on the table, the man threw the pole aside and sat down in the canopy and began to cry.

But before the cry could be completely cried, Lao Suo's voice suddenly stopped, and a pair of cloudy eyes stared at the table in front of him.

It was a short self, thinking that it was too old, and it was already covered with oil stains.

And on the oil stains, there are more winding and twisted water marks, into the wood for three points, or blended and gathered, or vertical and horizontal, with that square inch of land, infinite changes, unfathomable profundity, unexpectedly ......

Lao Suo's eyes were wide open, his hands and feet trembled even more, and it took a long time for his mouth to tremble: "This is ...... Swordsmanship? ”

……

Cuiyun Peak, Green Water Lake.

In the wind and snow, suddenly saw an ethereal figure holding an umbrella to come, between the rise and fall only like a wisp of light smoke that swept and soared, and it seemed to be a frightening snow, with one foot and a stroke, people have risen by the wind, stepped on the blue waves, stepped on the thin branches, and swept straight to the steep peak in the lake.

The steep peak is like a sword, and the wall stands ten thousand.

People stopped coming, and as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, their bodies suddenly rose up in the air and went straight to the sky.

When he climbed to the top of the peak in one breath, Li Ducian was in a certain shape and looked at it intently.

The snow is boundless, the sea of fog is misty, and the top of the peak has long been covered by frost and snow.

But at the same time as Li Ducian gained a foothold, thirteen pairs of eyes suddenly opened in the snow, thirteen pairs of eyes full of murderous intent, cold and cruel.

Li Ducian looked around, a little helpless, "I actually calculated that I would come here first, could it be that Xie Longteng also has the heart to fight for power?" Or has something happened to you? ”

It's just a pity that no one responded to him.

Thirteen pairs of eyes, thirteen sharp swords, all broke through the snow together, and gave up their lives to try.

Li Dui didn't move, he didn't even look at it, but one of his faces, along with his hands, quickly became crystal clear, like ice crystals.

And the owner of the thirteen pairs of eyes appeared for a moment, and he was already frozen in place, as if he had been caught in the acupoint, and a layer of frost was visible to the naked eye on his body, freezing like an ice sculpture.

"Xie Clan's swordsmanship? It's a pity that there is no shape, it seems that Xie Longteng has met a master. ”

Li Ducian stood on the peak, no matter how cold the wind was, his clothes and hair were always silent, hanging quietly in the air.

He suddenly flicked his fingers at one of them, and the person immediately became a spirit, and said in shock: "What kind of evil skill are you using?" ”

The muscles and muscles on Li Ducian's face suddenly twisted, but he recovered his true appearance, and then asked with a smile: "What about Xie Longteng?" ”

The man's face turned pale, and he said in a dumb voice: "I don't know, but Xie Longteng seems to have gone crazy." ”

Li Ducian was surprised: "What? Lose your marbles? ”

The man hurriedly said, "That's right. Two months ago, Xie Longteng went to find Yan Shisan, and the two seemed to have fought, and then Xie Longteng seemed to be stunned, muttering about the fifteenth sword all day long, not eating or drinking, almost demonic. ”

Li Ducian slowly put away the tung oil umbrella in his hand, and his expression returned to calm, but there seemed to be a storm in his eyes.

"The fifteenth sword? Could it be the fifteen swords that kill you? The Thirteen Swords of Death have almost exhausted the changes in the world's swordsmanship, and they are fierce and dangerous; But now that the fourteen swords have not yet come out, they have actually glimpsed the fifteenth sword ...... Alas, if this sword appears, it will be the ultimate ...... It seems that this trip is difficult to escape the battle of the sword, the sword god, the sword demon, the sword demon, the sword immortal, who is the leader of the sword......"

Sword God Xie Xiaofeng, Sword Demon Yan Thirteen, Sword Demon Xie Longteng, Sword Immortal Guo Ding......

Then say, don't rush me to finish. Now this volume is basically the end of the pit filling, and I have to give an explanation...... Bear with me, it's only a month anyway. ()

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