The shore of the Bohai Sea.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the clouds are thick.

The dark clouds of the thick ink dye the sky and fall, parallel to the endless ocean, but listen to the sea wind roaring, the waves rolling, the waves rising dozens of feet, crashing against the reef by the sea, making a rumbling sound like rolling thunder, as if heralding the arrival of a big storm!

In the black oppressive clouds, there were arcs of electric arc entwining, bursting wisps of electric light, and suddenly, a thunderbolt tore through the sky, reflecting the gloomy sky in an instant.

"Boom!"

With a deafening thunderous explosion, like a real dazzling lightning, the entire canopy of heaven was split in two, split in half, and the sea also shook violently, swept away with the howling hurricane, and once again set off majestic waves.

"Boom"

A heavy wave, wrapped in immeasurable power, continued to crash against the cliff on the shore, thunderous echoes trembling, however, in the midst of the turbulent waves, there was a miserable white figure, like a ghost in the deep sea, step by step, towards the beach by the rock.

His steps were not swift, not slow, but each step was very steady, leaving a series of footprints on the beach, and between each footprint, the distance between them was one foot and seven inches, even if measured with a ruler, it was not so accurate.

"Boom!"

With the deafening thunder of the sudden explosion, there was a flash of lightning in the thick clouds, and through the miserable white arc light, the person's appearance could be vaguely seen.

I saw that he had messy hair and a shawl, his face was clumsy, his hands and feet had been tanned and his skin had turned bronze, and suddenly he looked like a steel carved figure.

In the midst of the wind and waves, his gaze was still as sharp as a bolt of lightning. Able to burn anyone in the world who dared to look at him, he held a strange black sheath sword six feet long in his hand, and the back of his palm was already bruised with green tendons. It seems that he would rather lose everything in the world than let this sword go down for a moment.

After the ship was wrecked, this man walked up step by step from the bottom of the sea with an iron sword in his hand, and the waves like mountains and waves were enough to turn the land close at hand into a moat, but it could not slow his steps for half a minute. The raging and roaring waves can destroy the city and destroy the mountains. He couldn't even shake his body.

Not only has he trained his body into steel inside and out, but his spirit is as hard as a rock that will never be polished, and once he has set his goal, he will never change.

I saw that he went ashore and walked a few more steps, and his body fell to the ground, but before he fell, his body was still as straight as a gun, and his eyes were still as sharp as lightning!

As the night wore on, the clouds thinned, and the dawn fell on the slumbering man on the beach, he suddenly turned over, jumped up, and grasped the sword again in his left palm. The movements are so light and swift that it is difficult to describe, but he will not waste any more energy. When the body suddenly stood upright, the muscles of the whole body immediately relaxed.

At this moment, his clothes were not yet dry, and his whole body was covered with sand and dirt, but he never reached out to pat it, but only took out an oilcloth bag from his arms.

There were pages of extremely detailed maps in the baggage, and a silk album full of names and place names, and he stared at it for a long time, and then he muttered: "Laoshan Mountain. Feihemen. Blue crane willow pine"

"Green Crane" Liu Song is naturally not an ordinary person, although he started at the end of the micro, but since the martial arts, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, has been famous for more than 40 years, refined the crane palm, crane claw seventeen grasping, crane feather needle three kung fu, known as the three uniques, since the establishment of the sect in Ludi, the creation of the flying crane gate, has been a sect of the identity of the master.

Liu Song was short-tempered when he was young, he went to Laoshan alone, and split the eight heroes of Laoshan with a single palm, and since then he has broken out of the prestige of "Qinghe", but as he gets older, the deeper his qi cultivation kung fu is, and in recent years he has rarely made a move.

There are seven disciples under Liu Song's seat, the youngest one also left the school eight years ago and walked the rivers and lakes, and his seven disciples are also extraordinary, all of them have made a name for themselves in the rivers and lakes, some are famous martial arts heroes, some are knights who wander the world, and some have become famous gang bosses on the underworld, but there are also disciples who have entered the court and sat in the position of the six doors of the total arrest.

In this way, Feihemen's relationship network in black and white is intertwined, and there is a lot of help, which naturally makes Feihemen rise and fall, and Liusong's reputation is even more prosperous.

On this day, it is the 77th birthday feast of 'Qinghe' Liu Song, the guests in the Liufu gathered, talking and laughing, lively and extraordinary, and the outside of the mansion was even more busy, and there were still many guests coming in an endless stream.

Among these guests, there are not only famous figures on the white road, but also heroes on the underworld, and even local government forces, if it is an ordinary time, so many complex characters gather in one place, I am afraid that the knife has already been moved, but today is the birthday feast of Liu Song, who dares to be so uninteresting, and seek revenge and fight here?

Although Liu Song is seventy-seven years old, he does not show the slightest old age, his eyes are bright, without the coldness of his youth, just because he has reined in his edge, there is no need to look intimidating, with his fame, there is a compelling power.

At this moment, he was sitting on the throne of the Lord, like a tiger standing on a dragon's plate, with a majestic spirit, a pair of well-maintained hands pressed on his knees, without the slightest wrinkle, from these hands it was completely impossible to see that he was an old man close to eighty years old!

The strength of these hands is not many people dare to try, and those who dare to try are finally broken their necks, including many famous first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

For more than 40 years, Liu Song's prestige was not only supported by his own disciples, but by his own hands.

Although there are many guests who come to pay homage today, there are very few people who need Liu Song to greet them in person, and among the hundreds of guests, only a few have this qualification.

These people are naturally high-status figures in the rivers and lakes, and after welcoming these people into the VIP table, Liu Song will catch up with everyone, and as for the other guests, they will naturally be greeted by people in the palace or disciples.

After the banquet began, the atmosphere inside and outside Liufu reached an unprecedented peak, the staggered bargaining, the sound of talking and laughing was everywhere, and the people who came to worship the birthday were mostly people in the martial arts, and this chatting was naturally some interesting things in the martial arts, or some newly rising martial arts masters on the rivers and lakes.

However, just as everyone was pushing cups and changing lamps to talk and laugh, they suddenly heard several short screams coming from outside, but then they stopped abruptly in an instant. Unexpectedly!

(End of chapter)