Ten miles west of Lin'an Lake, it is a low-lying wetland. The river is wide and undulating, and the boat is like a shuttle, and when the water is dry, the stream is slow and muddy like a tidal flat. In the nearby villages and towns, most of them make a living by fishing and raising silkworms, and if they are more remote, they will be uninhabited.

In the depths of autumn, when the water is low, bamboo rafts are barely feasible in the stream. A man in gray walked towards the vast and uninhabited bushes, and the one-man wide bamboo raft swam and swayed, without much stranding, and a path rippled out from the vast water and grass.

The reeds and grass are gone, and suddenly they are open, and the wet beach is gradually exhausted, when the smoke and clouds are difficult to distinguish, the outline of the two grass houses faintly appears. He leaned over and jumped off the raft. The surroundings are very quiet, only water birds are heard, and there is no voice. It wasn't until he had walked around the two huts that he saw a figure sitting by the water at the other end. The bright sun shone on the man, but he shone his shirt like a fog, until it was about to be separated from the bushes in the distance.

"Master Song, tell me to find it. The man shouted and strode towards him. When the figure heard the sound, he turned around, put down a scroll of silk copy that Fang had read carefully, and when he saw his face, he was slightly stunned before he recognized it: "...... Feng Ming?"

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The weather was very sunny. Ah He hummed a tune and fiddled with the abacus at the counter.

Plans - this is what the shopkeeper has recently taught him. After coming here, except for cooking, there is nothing special to use him - most of the time, they are black bamboo "killers", and they are still doing the life of tavern "buddies". As the "head" of this group of more than a dozen brothers, he felt that he should have a little head - in addition to cooking, he also had to learn to settle accounts.

He was still a complete novice, and it was wrong to add three simple accounts, so he had to slow down, stop the music in his mouth, and move the abacus up and down solemnly and heavily. Finally, as if he was about to finish adding, he only felt that even sweat was oozing out of his forehead on a cold day, as if this arithmetic account was a hundred times more difficult than meeting an enemy.

But the last abacus was about to be lifted, but the bead suddenly cracked silently. Where Ah He's fingers touched, he felt the "grid" from the inside to the outside. The sweat on his forehead suddenly turned cold, and he raised his head sharply. There was already a man standing between the dilapidated tables and chairs in the hall, and he came in at some point, his body covered with a wide dark red robe with his head and feet, and only a pair of eyes staring at him coldly could be seen above his dark face in the backlight.

Ah Heding must be a god, but a heart is not under his control, and it jumps quickly, as if he has sensed the threat of the person in front of him, he can't suppress it with his well-trained reason. His hand shook, and the arithmetic that had finally reached the last step was still completely shaken - this plate of beads had to be re-dialed in the end.

"Tell Xia Yan to come out. The visitor said in a low voice.

Ah He swallowed. Of course he knew he shouldn't be so timid, but the man in front of him made him uncourageous. "He's not here. "Fortunately, my voice is not shaking. "What's the matter with you?"

"Not here?" the visitor narrowed, and the light in his eyes changed.

Ah He stiffened his waist and adjusted his expression. "If you have anything, I can tell you about it. ”

"What are you!" the visitor raised his hand and waved, and Ah He felt a cold chill like an invisible wall hitting his face, pushing him backwards entirely, his back hit the wine shelf, several wine containers shook a few times, one of the bottles was unstable, and then fell from the wooden shelf, and shattered on the ground with a "pop", and a smell of wine gradually overflowed the hall.

"Ahe!" a voice came from behind the hall, "what good deeds have you done!"

Ah He has a hard time speaking. The shopkeeper has always treasured these good wines, if someone is hungry for wine and secretly drinks half a tael, he is afraid that he will be asked to take it out, but now he hears the sound of the filled wine bottle breaking, where can he bear it? Sure enough, after scolding, the old man came out of the house with a cane in a rage, lifted the back door, raised the cane and waited to count it again, and the old man was slightly startled when he saw the cold visitor in the hall, and the staff was almost taken off.

The murderous intent in the hall suddenly intensified, and two black shadows appeared in the room at some point, and the tacit understanding of the body had been shot towards the visitor from the corner of the wall, and two barely visible filaments were held in the hands of the two people.

Ah He sighed softly in his heart. There is no organ in the front hall of the Drunken Pavilion, and Heizhu has not encountered any troublesome characters since he became the owner, and the arrangements of several people here have never been used, and he is also worried about whether he will be slack and unfamiliar. Fortunately, these nine in the back hall haven't completely forgotten him. This filament was originally taught to them by Shen Fengming by borrowing the method of hurting people with okra's strings, and they didn't have to directly confront people, and when they were staggered and passed, it was enough to hurt the enemy.

In the cramped and dimly lit hall, the filaments were extremely difficult to see by the eye, and only the visitor's robe was pinched a little by the lines, so that Ah He was sure that the two of them had succeeded. He relieved himself, and when he was about to stand upright, he was dazzled, and the visitor's fallen robe was full again, and returned to its original state. Almost at the same time, he heard two figures make a "pout" sound. When the silk thread breaks, it is like his abacus suddenly bursting, and only the person who holds it in his hand feels it most clearly.

The two teenagers landed, and three or four people behind the hall also heard their support. Before a few people could get up again, the dark-clothed visitor had already stepped forward a few steps forward and easily squeezed Ah He's neck on the wooden frame with one hand across the counter. Ah Yi has always felt that his neck is thin, but he has never been so thin. Fortunately, there is still room for the shelf to be tilted, and all the yellow and white wine on the shelf leans towards the wall, making a little dangerous sound of hard objects touching each other.

The murderer said coldly: "Xia Junli, if you don't come out again, I will kill this kid." As if he was speaking behind the hall, a sentence was intimidating, if "Xia Junli" was here, of course he wouldn't be unable to listen to it. Unfortunately, he was not there.

"You can't do it. Although the shopkeeper was afraid, he couldn't help but say, "This master, Xia Gongzi, he-he's really not here." "I can't complain in my heart: not only Xia Yan is not here, but even Shen Fengming is not here, otherwise this meeting will not eliminate his own coming and right.

Ah He was aroused by two points of hardness at this time, the corners of his mouth grinned, tilted his head and slanted and said: "You kill me-if you dare to kill me, believe it or not, Heizhu will-"

The Darkcoat's men tightened, not wanting to listen to him more. "And where is he—now?" he turned his face to the old shopkeeper.

The old shopkeeper hesitated, "This- he won't tell me to wait......"

The dark-clothed guest's face sank with a sinister face, and he was ready to attack. The old wooden door was suddenly pushed open with a "babble", and someone entered a drunken pavilion.

The Darkcoat didn't look at anyone. He only had to hear to know that there was no problem with people. The footsteps paused for a moment at the door, presumably intimidated by the scene. But it was just that, she suddenly opened her mouth and called out.

“...... Daddy?"

The dark-clad guest's body shook sharply, and his hands were loose. Ah He, whose face was already purple, hurriedly breathed heavily, feeling his neck return to its original thickness at a predictable speed. The young man on the side hurriedly rushed into the counter, held him up, and looked at the murderer in front of him, he had turned back.

“...... Okra?" He looked at the woman in the doorway, as if he didn't know why she was here.

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Only, on the way to Huizhou, the weather was a little cloudy.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl suddenly turned back from the crowd and startled her brother, who was following her. "What's the matter, sister?" The young man's voice that had just finished changing made him feel a little lacking in the manhood that he wanted to jump out.

The girl shook her head, "Nothing. Turning around, he subconsciously brushed his long hair at the back of his neck. The mountain wind always blew her hair up, and she had the illusion that someone was deliberately fiddling with her hair. It's just that, even then, when I look back, that person was a long distance away from himself - and even then, it was just an illusion.

She pulled a hairpin out of her sleeve. She remembered that on the hillside outside Meizhou City, in order to escape the wicked Xie Fengde, she took a hairpin to tie him and fled back with her hair scattered. The elder brother promised to "lend" the hairpin he originally planned to give to his "sweetheart" to meet his urgency, but before he could take it out, Xie Fengde killed him. Later, when my brother left Meizhou first, he asked someone to give him this hairpin and didn't leave anything behind, but she knew in her heart that he had always been the most honest person, and if he said that he wanted to give it to her, he would definitely give it to her, even if his sweetheart was important, he would not be able to buy a new one.

She didn't pay much attention to the hairpipe. When her old hair was found, she washed and dried it, and used the old one. Later, when she saw her brother again, she took out the hairpipe, "I haven't worn it, it's still new, you can take it and give it to her." But he was only depressed, "I won't send it." Here you go. ”

She knew that he had met his "sweetheart" again in the saber-rattling battle at the mouth of Qinglong Valley, but people didn't take him to heart as he thought. She smiled and said, "Then I'll keep it for you, and when you want it, come to me, and I'll take it with you all the time." ”

She was always with her, but he never came to her to ask for it.

From now on, it will never come again.

She stretched out her hand, pulled up her long hair, inserted the new hair, and twisted the green silk with the old one to prevent Ling Scatter from fluttering, as if this could also restrain her fluttering memory. But for some reason, I couldn't restrain myself at this moment. She looked at the road ahead—the gray mountains, the lush trees, and suddenly all of them were blurred.

Her brother has never really understood this Jianghu. He didn't know how bloody this river and lake were—before the malice and conspiracy were clearly laid out in front of him, he would rather believe that the rivers and lakes were as peaceful as the Qinglong Valley where he grew up, and any confrontation and conflict would only be as blink of an eye as the occasional bickering between his father and mother, and it would not be more important than him seeing his beloved.

She didn't know either. Before her brother gave his life, she didn't know that there were many things in this world that could not be achieved with this heart and blood.

The team walked silently along the side of the mountain, and no one noticed that she was biting her lip, tears streaming down her face, and struggling to breathe. Only in the distance, far away, the two eyes that refused to leave her, saw the shoulders without the long hair to cover them, up and down, twitching, unable to stop.

However, "stabbing ......"

But he was the only one who couldn't call her by name.