The entrance to the ghost market is a deserted water mound, a broken bridge on one side, and wooden planks extending to the middle of the river.

Legend has it that the lake is foggy all year round, and you can't see the lake during the day, only that it leads to a bridge and a cave, a place where you can never see the light.

At night, the smoke on the surface of the lake dissipates somewhat, but that doesn't work, it's dark all around, and you can't see anything. Some people say that this is the Nai He Bridge, it is the Lake of the Afterlife, and when you enter the ghost market, you have another life.

There were many wicked people who had nowhere to flee, so they hid there. In the ghost market, there are too many people who are more fierce than them, and they dare not make another time.

Legend has it that if you whistle three times at the foggy lake, a man in a coat will pick you up in a small boat for a penny and he will ferry you to where you want to go.

Everyone called him the ferryman.

At this moment, there are two people sitting on such a broken bridge, one big and one small, their figures are particularly obvious, they are like a father and son, staring at the lake with big eyes and small eyes.

It was Yu Qiushui and Luo Yunqing, they waited from dusk to night, from dense fog to mist, and the mysterious clothed guest never came.

Yu Qiushui got impatient, picked up a stone and threw it towards the lake.

There were ripples, two circles, three circles, and then I couldn't see clearly, and the stones seemed to sink to the bottom, and there was no sound.

"Hey, I said, is your kid's news reliable? What about this clothed guest? What about this ferryman?" Yu Qiushui glared at the child beside him.

Luo Yunqing was a little embarrassed and touched his shiny forehead.

"Don't worry, it's always coming. ”

"Damn, Lao Tzu waited for almost an hour, and if he didn't come again, Lao Tzu went in directly with water. Yu Qiushui snorted coldly, he took out the wine gourd, aimed the mouth of the gourd at his mouth, shook and shake, and finally fell two drops of turbid liquid, which were quickly smacked into his mouth and smashed twice.

It seems that the wine is gone, which makes his temper extremely short-tempered.

Luo Yunqing could only smile bitterly, his two little hands stirred together, and he looked at the lake uneasily.

"You know this lake is called a leafless lake, because not a single leaf can float in the water. ”

"Leafless Lake?" Yu Qiushui's eyes widened again, as if he had heard something terrible.

"If you don't lie to Lao Tzu, I don't believe that there is any river in this world that Lao Tzu can't cross with light work. ”

"Hey, it's boring for you to poke me. ”

The two fought like father and son.

A lone shadow floated on the lake, accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing on the lake, and the two of them stopped abruptly, and they all watched a lonely boat floating towards them on the lake.

At the bow of the boat was a boatman in a black robe, with a hat on top of his head pressed very low, and he could only see that his figure was extremely thin, I was afraid that it was because he had been on the ship all the year round and had nothing good to eat.

Yu Qiushui and Luo Yunqing felt pity in their hearts, and immediately boarded the boat.

The boat was not big, barely able to squeeze three people.

"Two pennies. The boatman's voice was hoarse, his eyes were always on the ground, and in his vision he could only see the tiptoes of the two of them.

"Isn't it a penny?" Yu Qiushui was suspicious, as if he still wanted to bargain.

"One penny, one, two, two pennies. The ferryman was also good-natured and patiently explained, but his voice was too concise to sound impatient.

"Damn, you kid is worth a penny?" Yu Qiushui glanced fiercely at Luo Yunqing, who was holding a sword like a baby.

"Hey, are you implying that I'm worthless?" Luo Yunqing pursed his lips and looked at Yu Qiushui pitifully.

"But you said that you won't leave anyone behind!"

"Good, good, good!" Yu Qiu was angry and gritted his teeth

He took out two pennies and threw them on the bow of the boat.

This is the money for a bowl of wine! Yu Qiushui was very distressed.

But just kicked him into the river, Yu Qiushui couldn't bear it, he could only stare at Luo Yunqing, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, singing happily, and sulked alone.

"Hey, hey, I said you little ghost, have you been with me for a week, how does it feel to walk with the killer of Fu's enemy?" Yu Qiushui sneered.

He originally thought that Luo Yunqing was following him, looking for an opportunity to start. But this kid slept more dead than him in the middle of the night, looking heartless and lungless, and he didn't look like he wanted revenge at all.

"It's good!" Luo Yunqing blinked his big innocent eyes, "My master said that he didn't have a few years to live, and it was already his greatest wish to be able to make that sword before he died." ”

Luo Yunqing pointed to the Haoque on Yu Qiushui's back.

Yu Qiushui silently took off the sword on his back, he opened the cloth bag and gently stroked the sword body. The thick and rustic feeling comes from between the fingers, and it is also cold and sharp.

The boatman bowed slightly, and seemed to glance at this place, after all, this is a sword that has long been famous in the world.

"Is this sword your master's proudest work?" Yu Qiushui raised Haoque, stretched out his fingers and flicked it gently.

"No, it's not. Luo Yunqing shook his head, "My master said that there is no strongest sword in the world at all, only the strongest swordsman, so ah, the strongest sword should be used by the strongest swordsman, and if you can take Haoque away from him, it means that you have the qualifications to have it, so there is no regret that the master will die." ”

"Do you have no regrets about dying?" Yu Qiushui chuckled, and he slowly put down the sword in his hand again.

"Isn't the so-called sword created for the purpose of killing? The person who is called the sword immortal, which one is not a murderer? In order to become the strongest, he wantonly kills people and competes wantonly, just for an illusory name, he has to take the lives of hundreds, or even thousands? Is this the so-called strongest in your master's mouth?"

Luo Yunqing fell silent, his small body wrapped in a huge sword, and then said softly.

"But Xiao Yuqiu also has a lot of blood on his hands, and you also killed a lot of people, didn't you?"

Luo Yunqing's words were very light, but Yu Qiushui heard them all, and every word hit his heart like a stone, making his originally calm heart change in waves.

"To become the strongest swordsman, you have to step on other people's corpses and go up. Luo Yunqing continued, who would have thought that he, who was only a teenager, would be able to take the suffering of the world so lightly.

"Isn't what Qiushui is doing now to become the number one on the Sword Immortal List and defeat Xiao Ruyi?"

"Me. Yu Qiushui choked up.

"I'm just making a bet a long time ago that I want to prove to someone that if you have the strongest sword in the world, you can become the strongest swordsman in the world. ”

"But I didn't want to kill them, but I had to. Yu Qiushui's voice was trembling, and there was helplessness and despair in the depths of his voice.

The wine was gone, and he seemed to be much more sober.

"Do you want to hear a story, two guest officers?" As they spoke, the ferryman, who had been standing, suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, like a wail in hell.

Yu Qiushui and Luo Yunqing didn't answer, so the ferryman continued to talk to himself.

"The two of you have heard of the swordsman, the sword fairy, and the sword head, have you ever heard of the sword boy?"

"Sword boy?" Yu Qiushui and Luo Yunqing glanced at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"A long time ago, when the Ming Sword Pavilion had just been established, and the Sword Immortal List had not yet stabilized, and every swordsman was proud of the number of lives under the sword. But how many swordsmen can there be in the world? So in order to be able to climb the sword immortal list, some people began to cultivate a group of sword boys. They killed the parents of the sword boy, locked the children together, and taught them to practice swords

, but this kind of sword training is not pure sword training. They leave a fatal hole in the swordsmanship they teach their children, and then let these sword children challenge them, and if they succeed, they will be freed. I also want to know, how can these deliberately cultivated swordsmen be the opponents of these swordsmen? It's just a captive lamb to be slaughtered. ”

Yu Qiushui was silent, slowly holding the gourd that had been emptied, Luo Yunqing listened with relish, and a pair of bright eyes glowed in the dark night.

There are ripples on the surface of the lake, reflecting the faint afterglow of the moon, a flat boat, two boat passengers, a story, it feels like it can float like this for a long, long time.

"So to describe it more appropriately, these sword boys are sword slaves. There was such a swordsman, he kept more than 20 sword boys in captivity, these sword boys were as young as six years old, up to sixteen years old, all of them were locked in a cave, not seeing the light of day, practicing swords every day, waiting for the swordsman to feed. But one day, this swordsman accepted the challenge of others and died under the sword of others, and no one remembered these sword boys. In the cave, in order to survive, they killed each other, ate the flesh of the dead, and the child who survived was only six years old. And he survived with the help of a friend, it's ridiculous, there are friends in that kind of place. ”

The man in the coat sighed, and before he knew it, he had put down the oars in his hand and was concentrating on telling the story.

"That friend's name is Li Jialiang, sixteen years old, he is not a sword boy for the first time, the previous swordsman died in the hands of this swordsman, and Li Jialiang naturally became this person's sword boy. He has been a sword boy for six years, he has long had enough of such days, no family, no hope, and he doesn't want to see everyone kill each other. So he pinned all his hopes on the youngest child and eventually committed suicide. Maybe God has eyes, one day it rained heavily, the cave collapsed, and the youngest child stepped on the corpses of everyone and crawled out of the cave. But God is eyeless, and after the child escaped, he was homeless and had no food. In order to live, he can only kill people, he is a teenager who crawled out of the dens of the dead, and he has already looked down on death. He killed too many people, was hunted down by many enemies, and saw that he was about to die, when a middle-aged man appeared, and he saved the child. He said to this child, "You will follow me in the future, you will help me kill people, and I will give you a home." ”

"So do you think that Li Jialiang's death is worth it or not?" The clothed guest finally took off the hat and threw it casually towards the lake in the distance, they had been spinning in place for a long time.

"I can't answer your question, is it worth it, it's that Li Jialiang's choice. All I can say is that the boy didn't fail him, because he lived. Yu Qiushui thought carefully and replied.

"So living in such an era is our fault or God's fault. The Clothed Man slowly turned his head, and for the first time he looked directly at the two of them.

Yu Qiushui's pupils shrank suddenly, and Luo Yunqing covered his eyes tightly.

He didn't look at the scene in front of him, this was clearly a teenager's face, but there was no boyish childishness and innocence, only intricate knife marks, scars burned by fire, and every skin was scarred, shocking, but his eyes were exceptionally clear and bright, like a raging fire burning in hell, which could burn everything in front of him.

"They all call me the ghost swordsman Wen Zhaochen, and they are right, I am a demon from hell, a person who should not be alive!"

Suddenly there was a heavy fog on the surface of the lake, and now there was no sparkle left on the lake, and everything seemed to be swallowed up by the evil spirit in front of him.

"There is never a person in this world who should not live, and everyone's existence has a meaning that he should have, now please. ”

"Draw your sword!" Yu Qiushui was never surprised, he had already smelled his unusual aura from the body of this clothed guest.

He earnestly grasped the sword in his hand and pointed at the boy who flickered in the darkness.

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