The official road from Jinling to Songshan Shaolin Temple is 1,800 miles, even if it is the best horse, it will not be able to reach it in three days.

It's just that the letter in his arms is enough for him to run to the Shaolin Temple in one breath without stopping for three days and three nights.

After crossing the river, change into a good horse, and stop at most twice to get to the Shaolin Temple, he thought.

For people in Jinling, crossing the river is like crossing a bridge, which is commonplace, so it is commonplace.

"Man, when will this ship leave soon?"

"Master Ke, if you are in a hurry, add more money, and we will leave immediately. ”

"How much?"

"Two taels is enough. ”

"Ertael? Usually only ten dollars, Erliang is inevitably a bit of a black fortune. ”

"Uncle, this New Year's work is not easy, if you wait too much, and leave when the boat is full, it shouldn't be long. ”

The man looked around, and the pedestrians were sparsely crowded, and he was afraid that he would have to wait until dark to gather enough for a boatload of people. He reached out and touched the burden, which was heavy and full of silver. On weekdays, he would never give up these two taels of silver, but there are always exceptions to everything, and today is the exception.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, took out a piece of broken silver, weighed it almost three taels, raised his hand and threw it to the man, and said in a deep voice: "Get up quickly." ”

The ship started immediately, and there were few people in the cabin, but even one person, even if he only said a word, he would inevitably be irritable.

So he stepped out of the cabin and stood on the bow deck and looked north, wishing to be on the other side at once.

There were also a few people on the deck, including Jianghu people with swords and knives, and they couldn't help but look at him twice.

It's not that there are no people wearing white clothes on the rivers and lakes, but white clothes have a special meaning of being alone in the rivers and lakes, so it is also rare.

As the saying goes, people should be pretty and filial, and white supports people, but those with outstanding appearance and temperament can show their handsomeness in white clothes.

Standing on the bow of the boat with his hands in his hands, his clothes hunting with the wind, have the meaning of Jade Mountain.

Although he is dressed in white, he does not have any intention of provoking, and this body is a filial piety shirt.

When the boat reached the center of the river, it suddenly stopped, and a big ship came out of nowhere and crossed in front.

He was just about to ask, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the men on the captain puff and puff, and they all jumped into the river, swimming towards the big boat.

I was negligent today, but I didn't expect to get on the black ship.

On the big boat, a big man in brocade clothes and beard arched his hand and said: "Gongzi Lu is invited, in Xia Zhao Zhongwei, please go back at the order of the master." ”

Lu Xiuyuan frowned slightly, Zhao Zhongwei, he had heard of this name, he was a young master of Haikuanmen, nicknamed Haijiaolong, good at double knives, and he was very good at both water and drought.

"Your Excellency's words are so unreasonable, is there anything wrong with going down to Shaolin Temple to pick up my father back?"

Zhao Zhongwei sneered, "The words just now were ordered by the door master, not what the surnamed Zhao wanted to say, since the words have been brought, there is no need to be polite." Master Humble Nunnery is merciful, and does not allow people in the rivers and lakes to seek revenge against you, and everyone naturally does not dare to disobey the law of his old man, but if you don't know what to do, and the sword has no eyes, you won't be able to complain about others. ”

Lu Xiuyuan trembled with anger, his left hand held the hilt of the sword, and his right hand held the boat gang, and his face and finger joints were white and blue.

"What's good, what's bad!"

"It turns out that you don't even know what is going on, Zhao Ye told you, if you turn around and go home and never go out, then it will be your cheapest, if not, you can't afford to say it clearly, I'm afraid you will not be able to escape justice today." ”

Lu Xiuyuan was still waiting to be reasonable, but he heard the sound of Cang Chang continuously, from the ship he was on to the big ship opposite, countless people pressed the spring, threw the big sword, each with a blade, like a tiger, wanting to choose someone to devour.

It turns out that there are no ordinary people on the river today.

"The old devil killed my father and brother, and the old devil died, and this account will be counted on your head!"

"Yes, the father's debt is repaid by the son, and it is ...... right"

"The old man killed my wife and children, this revenge is not shared!"

"Little brute, you can take your life!"

The voice was very noisy, but he heard every sentence and every word clearly, and every sentence and word touched the deepest sorrow in his heart.

Emotions overflowed from his chest, from his throat, and from his eyes......

For a while, the world was spinning.

Suddenly, the long sword came out of its sheath, "Since you are so persecuted, don't blame Lu for being ruthless......"

The sword is three feet four inches long, and the blood line brought out by each swing of the sword is about three feet four inches.

Zhao Zhongwei, as well as everyone present, all changed color.

Zhao Zhongwei fought with his dantian, sank down and lifted his breath, and jumped off the big boat.

"Rabbit cub, look for death!" Although he didn't spare people, he never spared people in his mouth, but the confidence in his heart was far less than that of his tone.

Pull the double knife in your hand, open the door, protect yourself with the knife in your left hand, and slash down with the knife in your right hand.

This move is called the double pole, the attack knife is a knife, it seems to be gentle and soft, if you don't dodge it is a real move, a knife will definitely split the opponent in half. If you parry, the left-handed knife is also the same as the enemy, if you retreat and dodge, then step up and slash, tightly pressing.

As soon as Lu Xiuyuan forced the two of them back, Zhao Zhongwei's knife arrived, only to see his long sword tremble and meet Zhao Zhongwei's attacking knife.

Zhao Zhongwei thought that he was ready to parry, so he moved his weight to his left hand, slashed up, and cut his right rib.

But he didn't want Lu Xiuyuan to parry, the long sword drew a circle around the tip of the knife, and then stuck to the back of the knife to the side, Zhao Zhongwei's right hand knife almost wanted to get out of his hand, he hurriedly put away the knife It was too late, and it was touching the left hand knife. The left hand is strong, and the right hand knife is instantly out of the hand.

The most taboo distraction in the fight, just when Zhao Zhongwei looked up to look at the knife in his right hand, Lu Xiuyuan made a move to show the way to the immortal, so that in the middle of the way, he became idle and slept in the shadow of the pine wind, and Qing Feng slid through Zhao Zhongwei's throat.

Zhao Zhongwei's eyes were full of surprise until he died, he couldn't believe that this young man's swordsmanship was so outstanding, the strength of the Lu family was not swordsmanship!

However, because he didn't expect it, Lu Xiuyuan only used three moves to kill him.

The first move is the three-ring set of moon in Wudang swordsmanship, the three-ring set of moon could have handed over other people's blades, but Lu Xiuyuan turned into a sticky word trick and a word trick in it.

The second move is the Huangshan swordsmanship, although the Huangshan swordsmanship was born in Wudang, but it is not as soft as it is and it is too powerful.

The third move is Kunlun's authentic swordsmanship, Kunlun's swordsmanship is down, overbearing, ethereal and weird, but in fact it is heroic and righteous.

By the time the ship docked, it was already late.

It's a pity that tonight's Qinhuai River is not as bright as the lights on weekdays, it is very quiet and weird.

His hands were still shaking.

He had never killed so many people.

However, the amount of killing should have nothing to do with whether the hand is shaking, as long as it is a person, killing people will inevitably be a little uncomfortable and unpleasant.

He can feel more and more that his father's is not easy, killing people is simple, but killing people is not a simple thing.

With each step, a footprint is left behind, scarlet bloody footprints.

He felt very tired, he wanted to stop, to stop, or to stop completely, to stop here and never move again.

I just want to stop, but I can't stop my footsteps, Shaolin Temple is a must.

This journey of 1,800 miles has just begun, whether it is killing a person in ten steps, not leaving a line for thousands of miles, or a strong man stroking his sword, and mourning, this road will eventually be extraordinary.

Suddenly he heard a singing, a clear and beautiful woman's voice.

Melodious and tactful, "Believe in Nanshan, Weiyudian." He is the great-grandson of Tian Zhi. I am in Xinjiang, and I am in charge of the south and east. The sky is the same as the clouds, the rain and snow are cloudy, and the benefit is misty. Both excellent and rich, both stained and sufficient, give birth to a hundred grains ......"

Lu Xiuyuan finally stopped, leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, tortured himself carefully, and sang softly: "Xinjiang wings, millet Yuyu." The great-grandson's rice is thought to be wine and food. I am a corpse, and I will live for 10,000 years. There is a house in Zhongtian, and there are melons in Xinjiang. It is to peel or to dedicate the emperor to the ancestors......"

Since then, a story has begun to circulate on the Qinhuai River, called Wu Ziyuan crossing the river in white clothes.

Ziyuan is Song Yu's cousin, Song Yu is tall, and Song Yu is beautiful.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Lü Meng crossed the river in white clothes and defeated Guan Yu.

That year, one person and one sword, white clothes won the snow.

That year, the blood-stained trees and red plums bloomed.