The sunset is gone, and the moon dew is long.

Lin'an City got rid of the noise and immersed itself in the night.

The moonlight shines for thousands of miles, looking down on the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers and tens of millions of Li people, replacing and changing between the circle and the short, as if ruthless.

The silver glow was like a thin veil spread on the surface of the water, rippling into countless folds with the water waves, and then stretching again, and the ripples on the water slowly swung into the distance, and no one could see where the end was going.

A light boat floated, undulating with the waves on the water, as if it had long lost the courage to go upstream, and like a reed that was extremely leisurely.

Leaning on the boat was a shirtless man, holding a jar of wine in his hand, and from time to time he poured a sip into his mouth, his eyebrows were like a sword, the bridge of his nose was straight, and the muscles on his body were extremely strong, perhaps because he had drunk too much wine, so his eyes looked a little hazy.

Beside him, there was a sword, the whole body was jet black, even the moonlight on it would not reflect a trace of light, the sword body was thick and wide, but there was no edge on the sides, it was like an iron sword with no blade at all.

He lay leisurely on the boat, drinking to himself, as if he had no idea of the wind and waves gradually rising on the river.

The wind, blowing from a great distance at some point, seemed to blow a river of spring water, and then turned into a whistling sound in my ears, and the sound became louder and louder, and soon I could not hear any other sound. The waves seemed to appear suddenly with the whistling sound, and the initial "bang" sound was not worth mentioning in front of the wind, but it didn't take long for the sound of the water to become louder, like a stormy wave, competing with the wind on the river.

The weather on the river is inherently changeable, so everything in front of you is often fleeting.

When the wind and waves came, there was no more leisurely scenery, but for some reason, the people in the small boat didn't seem to care about the incomparably terrifying wind and waves.

He took a sip of the spirit, and looked into the distance, the moonlight sprinkled from the sky like a huge funnel, and fell gently on the water, like a very thin veil, but there was no way to shine into the depths of the river, because it was too deep for anyone to see through what was hidden.

A huge wave suddenly surged, as long as a foot, as if a force hidden in the void was wantonly pushing the waves, galloping all the way to the boat without hindrance, as if it had come for this purpose.

The waves may have wondered why such a small boat dared to float here leisurely at such a night, so he turned into a big black hand and stretched out from the abyss under the water, trying to swallow the boat completely with a raised hand.

He really did not allow anyone to dare to challenge his "authority".

However, at the moment when the waves were startled, the hand of the man on the boat suddenly slapped on the side of the boat, unloading the force of the water and stabilizing the boat that was about to be overturned in the blink of an eye.

The man finally got up, walked up to the bow of the boat in two steps, and looked up at the sky, but he laughed loudly as the wind and waves were raging under the moon.

"Heaven and earth have storms...... There is no long night ......"

After that, I saw him strike out with one palm, and set off a long roar against the wind, as if cutting a huge hole in the dense wind, completely penetrating it.

The moment this long roar escaped into the distance, on the surface of the river, in the wind and waves, a slender gap was cut out invisibly, and after the gap was formed, it neither expanded nor shrunk, but gushed out from it The river containing inexhaustible power rushed to the sky, which was dozens of zhang high.

The man drove the boat all the way, under the moon, in the wind, not afraid of the momentum of heaven and earth, but took advantage of the momentum.

"For thousands of years, the dynasty has its own days when it has prospered, and it has died for hundreds of years, but in fact it has lost its momentum, I don't know who will chase this elk in the world in the future?"

When his five fingers were extended, a cyclone formed in his palm, and the iron sword leaning on the board of the ship seemed to be a living thing

In general, immediately shot at his fingers.

Even in the moonlight, there was still no light on the jet-black sword.

His eyes were hanging on the sword, but he suddenly sighed, and said: "Master, now it is the time of the change of dynasty, the Holy Venerable has left the mountain, the breath of heaven and earth has changed, and the iron law that has been adhered to for a hundred years has been broken by Lingxi Mountain first, it seems that it has come to the time when the Demon Sect has swept the world again and the calamity is coming?

The iron sword suddenly made a loud sound, which was in harmony with the true qi in his body, like the sound of a harp.

He flicked his hand over the sword and smiled again.

"No matter what, with me one day, I won't let the century-old reputation of the Holy Court be lost in the slightest!"

The iron sword was swung out, and the heaven and earth were like a divine thunder, which suddenly exploded in the ears, and the sound of the wind and the water seemed to be dancing in response.

After a while, the wind and waves on the river were gone, and the boat was calm again.

When the man looked up, he saw the small figure on the riverbank, he held the iron sword in his hand, and with only a slight force under his feet, he easily turned the bow of the boat, and rowed out of the waterline to the shore.

The man on the riverbank also held a sword in his hand, a rusty sword, which was too small compared to the iron sword of the man on the river.

He witnessed what had just happened, he was not frightened by the wind and waves, but he was shocked by the momentum of the man on the boat, even though he had long known that this man had peerless cultivation, even if he knew that he was not like a mortal person, but he still did not expect that this person could resist the power of heaven and earth with the strength of one person.

In the blink of an eye, the man had approached in a small boat.

Ye Zhiqiu's heart trembled, and he blurted out: "Mr. Big......"

"Everyone in the world thinks you are a down-and-out swordsman, but they don't know that you are wandering the world, you have already been reborn, and you want to rely on each other in the world, the eagerness and concern in your eyes are not because of that child?" The man's voice on the boat was like the wind and waves on the river, blowing the wrinkled clothes on Ye Zhiqiu's body, and it also made his heart sad for a while.

"If I hadn't been a child, I wouldn't have lived so many more years......"

"She's my ...... now"

The man nodded and said, "The Hundred Years Pavilion won't make a move for no reason, what do they want you to do?"

Ye Zhiqiu said: "Let me find two things, a letter, an iron plate, the iron plate is in Luo Bei's hand, I can get it, but the letter ......"

"That letter was also left on the flower boat, and it was in Qin Hui's hands before you went!"

Ye Zhiqiu frowned silently when he heard the man's words, he who should have known the news of the letter did not feel any joy because of this, because the identity of the person who came out of the man's mouth was extraordinary.

Qin Hui is the prime minister of the dynasty, can be said to be in addition to the emperor, a rare power center figure, for this person the world is very controversial, some people mention him to think of the Great Song Dynasty and the Jin State implicated in the peace for many years, forced taxes to fill the peace and tribute, there are many shameless, scolding, but some people are trembling, afraid of it like a tiger, even more afraid of three points than hearing the emperor, so few people will call it by name.

The man mentioned the name without fear or disdain, as if he were saying the most prosaic name among a million people.

"Why is it him?" Ye Zhiqiu asked.

The man smiled, but the voice did not reach Ye Zhiqiu's ears, he looked at the river that was deeper than the night, and said: "A lot of things will happen in this world, just like the moonlight is bright tonight, there will still be wind and waves on the river, and there may have been waves undersurging under the calm river......

Ye Zhiqiu raised his head and looked at the tall figure of the man, like a statue of a god standing quietly between heaven and earth, and his eyes were even more shocked.

The man looked at Ye Zhiqiu again, and saw that his clothes were torn and scarred, so he said: "

Looks like you've made it past the Centennial Pavilion!"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded, but lowered his head.

"I lost! The reason why they didn't kill me was because of those two things......

"Hey......" The man sighed, but not for himself, but for Ye Zhiqiu, when he was full of white bones, Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were full of blood, he was like a beast of hell at that time, even if all his companions had died, he never had the slightest intention of retreating.

"I can't imagine that the once ruthless person will now be in trouble because of others, you have indeed changed!"

Ye Zhiqiu raised his head suddenly, as if a pair of piercing eyes were looking at him, he still had a trace of confusion in his eyes, and said: "I swore that this sword will never be unsheathed for killing people again, and all the meaning it has left is to protect Xiaolai!"

"Good ......"

"You do something for me, I'll bring Xiaolai back to see you!" The man's voice didn't seem very loud in the wind, but every word was clearly heard in Ye Zhiqiu's ears.

Ye Zhiqiu's whole body was shocked, although he didn't have any doubts about the man's words and his strength, he still didn't expect that he would take the initiative to deal with this matter, you must know that over the years of knowing him, Ye Zhiqiu never dared to disturb him with anything of his own.

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Kill these days accustomed to everything in the general's mansion, the greatest happiness is that there is no need to worry about eating and drinking, he is not a picky eater, just eat enough, after eating, he will change the law everywhere to play, sometimes he will go to the back of the small vegetable garden to dig earthworms, sometimes he will run out of the door, find a place to fish, and then go back to get the back kitchen, at first the people in the house are very strange to the little monk's approach, after a long time, but feel that this little monk without scheming is quite cute.

Luo Bei returned to the General's Mansion, just enough of killing, and ran over happily when he saw him, but Luo Bei didn't have any spirit, but seemed to be a little lost and depressed.

Luo Bei smiled helplessly, didn't speak, and passed by the excited Killing, who turned to look at him, stared at him, and then scratched his bald head.

"Luobei, what's wrong with you these days?"

When Luo Bei heard the killer's question, he suddenly paused and didn't look back, in the eyes of the killer, he seemed to have become rickety, and he looked a little depressed.

When Kill was in his confusion, he found a tall figure standing beside him, he turned his head and saw that it was Han Shizhong, and couldn't help grinning.

Han Shizhong had always been unhappy because of the affairs of the court, but in the past two days, he found that the little monk was quite interesting, and he chatted with him about the things that were killed and confused.

He crossed his arms, also looked at Luo Bei's back, and said, "Do you know why he became like this?"

Killing shook his head and said, "I didn't say how I would know?"

Seeing Han Shizhong smiling and silent, Kill suddenly became a little suspicious and asked, "Could it be ...... Do you know why?"

Han Shizhong smiled and said, "He is most likely trapped by love!"

Seeing the incomprehensible expression, Han Shizhong smiled again: "When I first met Hongyu, why didn't I lose my soul to this point, and it is normal for a young man to be trapped by love!"

"Do you know Ruan Hongyu?" asked Kill Waiting.

Han Shizhong frowned slightly, "Haha" laughed, flicked his big hand on his bald head, and said: "I can't imagine that you, a little monk, not only drink wine and eat meat, but also never let go of those places, hey, I really don't know how to face the Buddha when I grow up......"

"I'm talking about my deceased wife Liang Hongyu......"

Killings smiled a little embarrassedly.

"But who will Luobei like?"

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