The green water is still clinging, the willows are like smoke, and there are several small boats floating on the river. The river breeze blows, the black boat sways gently, and it is so quiet and serene that it makes people feel that all troubles are boring bubbles in the blue waves.

On the Upong boat, Ai Li is comfortably leaning on the bow of the boat to enjoy the scenery. She's been here for days. In order to avoid the master's sad expression and the embarrassment when meeting the fourth junior brother, she packed her bags that night and abandoned the door and ran away.

What kind of hero is short of breath and has a long love for children, for her who has not been emotionally moved for seventeen years, it is better to be at ease alone. What kind of love and bloody life is worrying, as long as she continues to be emotional for anyone, everything will not happen. The master is really worried.

Stretching beautifully, she tore a piece of pastry from the oiled paper bag at hand and threw it into her mouth. Munching on the delicious pastries, she couldn't help but squint her eyes pleasantly. Everyone in the world talks about her "flame knife" fiery temper that kills when it encounters evil, but no one knows that in fact, she prefers to enjoy a sweet and sour plum cake alone in no one's place.

Just as she was about to eat a bag of plum cakes, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling into the water not far away. Immediately, there was an uproar on the shore of the boat, "A monk has committed suicide by jumping into the water!"

Ai Li pinched the last small piece of plum cake and turned his eyes curiously to look at it.

In the blue and green water, a person with a shiny head is floating with the waves.

What a monk really is! In recent years, a monk also came to learn to commit suicide by throwing himself into the water? Without thinking about it, Ai Li snatched the oars from the boss of the boat, paddled to the monk's side with a few brushes, stretched out his arms, grabbed him by the collar of his coat with the pulp, and fished him out of the water to the bow of the boat.

The monk was fished up and lay motionless on the board. Ai Li flipped him over, only to see that his eyes were closed and his face was blue. She quickly reached out to probe his breathing. But his breathing had stopped.

Ai Wei sank: It's only been a moment, won't he die? His pulsation was slow, but it didn't stop. Ai Li rushed to use his internal strength and pushed and massaged his chest and abdomen. The monk spat out a big mouthful of water with a "wow", and finally relieved himself.

The captain of the boat also came to help, lay him on the edge of the boat, and kept slapping him on the back, making him vomit the water in his belly. After a long period of confusion, until the monk stopped spitting water, Ai Li lifted him off the edge of the boat and made him lie flat on the plank.

After a while, the monk groaned softly, his long eyelashes twitched a few times, and slowly opened his eyes.

Ai Li crouched in front of him, carefully observing. The monk is not very old, only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he looks very good-eyed.

The little monk opened his eyes and looked at her, and his beautiful eyes were confused.

Coughing, Ai left his mouth and persuaded: "As the saying goes, it's better to die than to live." Why do you have to seek death and life at such a young age? If you are born as a human being, if you can't taste all the flavors of the world, you go to see the Buddha, won't this life be in vain?"

The monk still stared, but did not react.

Come to think of it, not everyone is like her, and they love food. Then persuade each other with affection. She said instead: "You are so young, I don't think you have ever asked for a wife, right? If you commit suicide, you are unfilial to your parents. Besides, you have already become a monk, what else is there that you can't think about so much that you have to solve it with death?"

As soon as the words came out, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Scratching her head, she sighed and got up, and irritably walked to the side of the boat and sat down. The difficult thing of enlightening a monk to find death is that only the Buddha has such mana.

The little monk lay quietly on the board for a while, slowly sitting up straight. At this time, although it was just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the air was already starting to feel a little cold. His whole body was covered with water, and when the river wind blew, he shivered non-stop.

Ai Li kept an eye on him, and when he saw that he looked pitiful, he asked the boat boss to find him a piece of clothing.

The little monk changed his clothes, walked to Ai Li's side, and bowed his head to thank her. He was dressed in the clothes of the captain of the ship, and his sleeves and trousers were pulled up several times, but he still looked empty, and he looked more and more thin and pitiful.

Ai Li looked at him and asked, "Why did you kill yourself?"

The little monk's eyes were red, and he actually whimpered and cried.

Ai Li frowned, but he couldn't talk about him.

The little monk cried for a while before he sobbed and said, "I didn't commit suicide, I was thrown into the water." ”

Ai Li was surprised, "You mean, someone wants to kill you?"

The little monk wiped away his tears and nodded.

Ai Li suddenly remembered that the little monk had fallen into the water from the boat. She looked around, and the ship was long gone.

She asked, "Do you know who pushed you into the water?"

"Yes......" As soon as the little monk spoke, he suddenly burst into a sad voice, and tears poured out like a river bursting the embankment.

Ai Li listened to his crying endlessly, and couldn't help jumping up with his green muscles, but he had no choice but to endure it as much as he could.

After crying for a while, the little monk choked up and said, "I don't know who pushed me into the water." As he spoke, tears welled up again.

"Don't cry, I'll throw you back into the water if you cry again!" Ai Li ran out of patience and couldn't help but shout.

The little monk trembled with fright, and his crying stopped abruptly. His teary eyes widened, and he looked panicked like an innocent little animal.

Ai Li sighed, took a bag of pastries and put it in his hand, "Eat." ”

The little monk was holding the pastry, still looking at her with teary eyes, and the bean-sized tears were rolling in his eyes, but he didn't dare to let it fall.

Ai Li wiped away his tears with a handkerchief and coaxed softly: "This lotus fragrant rice cake is a specialty of this city, and you can't eat it anywhere else." If you eat it with tears, you won't be able to taste it. As she spoke, she patted him lightly on the shoulder, took out a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

After tossing for a long time, the little monk was already hungry, and after eating the pastry in his mouth, he automatically took food from the bag. After a few pieces of pastry, he gradually stopped sobbing.

Ai Li couldn't help but secretly feel funny. She has been a senior sister for many years and has a lot of experience in coaxing her younger brother. It seems that intimidation and food, no matter what kind of brother you deal with, this trick is equally effective. Pulling him to sit down beside her, she asked, "What happened, you take your time." ”

The little monk sobbed and spoke.

But it turned out that the little monk's name was Wulian, and he was traveling around with his master Cangshi. The day before yesterday, he came to the city with his master and stayed in the Zhenguo Temple in the south of the city. Cangshi watched the stars at night and found that an ominous atmosphere was shrouded in Zhenguo Temple.

Early the next morning, he went to see the abbot. The little monk guarding the door told the abbot that he was too busy to see each other. Cangshi had no choice but to tell the little monk guarding the door what he had observed, hoping that he would tell the abbot and ask the abbot to see him in his spare time.

I didn't want to be late that night, several black-clad masked men broke into the two's residence. Wu Lian woke up from her sleep, and before she could scream, she suddenly became numb all over her body and lost consciousness.

When he woke up, his body was shaking, and it felt like he was on a boat. However, his whole body was numb and he had difficulty getting up. Glancing left and right, he found that the master was not around, he wanted to cry but couldn't make a sound. I don't know how long it took for his body to finally move, but he was suddenly thrown into the water.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wulian began to cry in a low voice again.

After hearing this, Ai Li couldn't help but be indignant, "It seems that someone is trying to murder the two of you." Don't worry, I swear in the honor of Flame Sword Ai Li, and I will help you find out about this matter!"

Wu Lian stopped crying and looked up in surprise, "You are the nemesis of the big thief, known as 'Red Flame Farewell, Kill When Evil', the most famous woman in the rivers and lakes - Flame Knife Ai Li?"

"I'm Flame Knife Ai Li. Ai Li smiled slightly. I didn't expect her to be so famous, even the little monk had heard of her name.

Wu Lian stared at her and looked at her carefully: the red cloak, the beauty of the sun, yes, it was her! He suddenly said, "The master asked me to hand over something to you."

"Didn't your master be arrested?" Ai Li couldn't help but be surprised.

Wu Lian's mouth was flat and she wanted to cry, but seeing that Ai Li's face was not good, she quickly put away her tears, "My master is not only familiar with astrology but also proficient in divination. The night before, after my master watched the stars, he did a divination for me. He figured out that I was in trouble lately, so he gave me something and told me a spell. He said that when he was in danger, let me give this thing to Flame Knife Ai Li, and she would definitely help me. He also said that the matter of Zhenguo Temple has a lot to do with Flame Dao Ai. I asked him how he could find Ai Li, but he said he would know when he saw him. You and I meet here today, and the master really didn't lie to me. ”

Ai Li was skeptical, there was really someone in the world who was so powerful that he could not predict the prophet? After thinking about it, she asked, "In this case, why can't your master think that he will have such difficulties?"

"Don't you know that divination has always been bad for your body?" Wu Lian's eyes widened, as if she took it for granted.

It seems that there is such a statement. Ai Li held out his hand to him, "Okay, you can give me the things." ”

Wu Lian shook her head, "The master said that this thing must be in a no-man's place before it can be handed over." ”

The little monk gave something mysterious and mysterious, and Ai Li couldn't help but feel funny. But seeing his serious face, it didn't seem like a joke. Ai Li thought for a moment and led him to the cabin. The boat was chartered by her, and there were only two people on board, she and the captain of the boat. The captain of the ship was holding the boat at the bow, but the cabin was empty.

"Is it okay here?" Ai Li asked, sitting down. In order not to be seen by others, she deliberately closed the hatch tightly.

The cabin is small and can only sleep one person. After taking a closer look, Wulian sat cross-legged across from her.

He carefully took out a small cloth bag from his bosom. The bag contains a string of Buddhist beads. Buddha beads should be made of agarwood and exude a delicate fragrance. Each bead is engraved with tiny scriptures that look very distinctive.

Ai Li was about to reach out to pick it up, but saw Wulian pick up the Buddha beads, close her eyes and recite the scriptures. She was immediately aroused, this little monk is really interesting, and she has to recite scriptures for things.

Wu Lian had words in his mouth, but Ai Li couldn't hear what kind of scripture he was reading. He is already handsome, and the appearance of closing his eyes and reciting scriptures has a bit of a sense of treasure and solemnity.

At first, Ai Li listened with great interest. After a pillar of incense, he was still chanting. Ai Li couldn't help but snort secretly, and was about to open his mouth to ask. Wu Lian opened her eyes at this time. His eyes are bright and moving, and their inner brilliance shines brightly, as if they contain a fiery and strange power, which makes people sink at the first sight.

Ai was shocked, and suddenly realized that the little monk in front of him had a pair of unforgettable eyes.

Wu Lian looked at her intently, opened the cloth bag again, and poured out a small round object for her.

Ai Li stretched out his hand to take it, it was a wax pill the size of a broad bean. She crushed it curiously, and a faint smell came to her face. In the wax pill, there is a paper symbol wrapped in it. The yellow rune paper is painted with a vermilion pen with a strange tadpole-like pattern.

Ai Li looked sideways and vertically, but he couldn't understand it, so he raised his head and asked, "What's the use of this thing?"

Wu Lian was still chanting the scriptures, and only shook her head slightly to indicate that she didn't know.

Ai Li asked again, "What are the rumors about your master?"

"There's a ghost around you. ”

Wulian whispered in a deep voice, as if reciting a spell.

Ai Li was stunned, and the paper talisman in his hand turned into a bright red firework, and "Zizi" burned!

......

Seventeen years ago, a raging fire burned the entire mansion in General Lee's mansion.

The shouting of killing and the wailing are mixed together, and the arrow feathers are like locusts flying in the sky, endlessly.

In the deepest part of the mansion, General Li brandished a long red knife to block the flying arrows, and there were already several blood marks on his body. He turned around and yelled at a boy, "Nie Jie, you protect Miss from the secret passage first!"

"No, father, I want to be with you!" Miss Li Xinyue was only nine years old that year, but her immature little face showed the perseverance of an adult.

"Remember, you are not surnamed Li, you are a descendant of the Luo family. A big mistake has been made for your father, you must remember the ancestral teachings of the Luo family!" General Li pushed her into the secret passage behind him without saying a word, and threw the red long knife in his hand into her arms.

Li Xinyue still wanted to go back, but her personal guard Nie Jie pulled her arm up and dragged her to the depths of the secret passage.

After the secret passage, there was a dense sound of swords clashing, and then General Li's roar sounded.

"Let go of me, Nie Jie!" Li Xinyue struggled like crazy.

"The general has an order, let me escort you out. Even if I be a ghost, I will protect you out safely. Nie Jie's voice was hoarse, and he grabbed her desperately, and ran forward without looking back.

Li Xinyue was stunned, this was the first time Nie Jie had disobeyed her order. She looked back one last time, gritted her teeth and grabbed the red knife, and ran with him to the exit.

Just as they were about to run to the end of the secret passage, several figures chased after them.

Nie Jie jerked her out of the secret passage and threw out the thunderbolt hidden in his arms.

After an extremely dull loud bang, the exit of the secret passage was completely sealed by huge falling rocks.

"Nie Jie!" Li Xinyue, who fell to the ground, let out a heart-rending shout.

......

On the high slopes of distant mountains, a petite figure struggles to climb. Looking back at the hellish burning home of the Red Lotus, her eyes were red.

From that moment on, there was no innocent girl named Li Xinyue in the world. She is not surnamed Li, nor Luo, her name is Ai Li, and overnight, all the cherished people left her.

After that day, she was adopted by her master and began to practice knives desperately.

I chop!

The nine-year-old girl slashed at the rock in front of her with a long red knife in her hand.

The rock did not move, but the girl's jaw was cracked, and blood flowed all over her hands.

I chop!

Ignoring the sharp pain in her hand, she continued to slash towards the massive rock.

Her elbow was shattered, and blood was pouring from her arm.

Her leg was torn at the knee, and blood flowed all over her leg.

I chop!

I chop!

I'll cut it again!

Her joints were shattered, and blood flowed all over her body.

Countless slashes, countless blood flows, and finally achieved her knife technique - Red Flame Farewell, and she will be killed when she encounters evil!

Since then, there has been one more jealous and hateful woman in the rivers and lakes, no matter how fierce and brutal the gangster, as long as she is targeted by her Red Flame Farewell Knife, she will be cut into two pieces.

Therefore, the people of the rivers and lakes call it "Flame Knife" Ai Li.

The flames were about to end, and Ai Li woke up, and it turned out that everything was just a dream in an instant.

As soon as she woke up from a dream, her willow eyebrows were upside down, her phoenix eyes were wide, she grabbed Wulian's collar, and asked, "Who are you?"

Wu Lian was taken aback by this, and her body couldn't help but shrink back, "Ai Nuxia, what's wrong with you? I'm Wu Lian." ”

Ai Li stared at him, his eyes burning like a raging flame.

Wu Lian trembled with fear, and tears suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Ai Li slowly let go.

After pondering for a long time, she said calmly: "If you want to rescue the Lingshi, you should start with Zhenguo Temple. ”