On the ethereal riverside, a small boat is still moving slowly without anyone to paddle it, leaving waves on the water.

On both sides of the river are lofty mountains, which are now covered with snow.

In the depths of the dense forest, the birds pressed the branches, and after a slight tremble, they flapped their wings.

The boat swerves forward, passing through the mountains and mountains, and the ape cries softly, as if in response to something.

On top of the boat, a man in a snowsuit stands on the bow of the boat.

Originally, the boat was sailing on the water, and the position of the man alone could easily make the boat lose its balance, but miraculously, there was no sign of tilting.

It's hard to imagine that an adult man would look as light as a leaf.

When the boat comes, looking at it from a distance, it is naturally like a lonely leaf in the heart of the river.

The man's long hair hung down from his shoulders, and except for his black hair, his whole body was completely white, and even the shoes on his feet were completely white.

There are not many people in the world who love cleanliness, but if you compare it with a man in a snowcoat, most of them will be dwarfed, because in addition to clothes, his cleanliness is almost from the heart.

Until dusk, the sunset is as red as blood.

The boat traveled unhindered, gradually passing a canyon between the two mountains, and finally came to the shore of an open pier.

The man had been holding a flute in his hand before putting it to his lips.

The sound of the flute is sprinkled and very leisurely, attracting bursts of birds in the forest.

In addition to the fatty river fish, there are also many duckweed, snail shells and other things hanging on it, so they can only sort them out one by one, and pick them off one by one.

This is done so that the nets last longer, and ultimately for survival.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on the water to eat the water, these of them who were born on the edge of the river have repeated the life of fishermen from generation to generation.

However, they are not only hard, but more often they can also experience the fun.

Fishing on the river, in case of wind and waves, it is naturally difficult and abnormal, but it is still much better than the sea, the quality of the fish in this river is very good, and it is also famous far and wide, so as long as there is production, there is no fear of no market.

The husband and wife were busy, and the boy of several years old was with him, but instead of pestering his parents, he dug up the sand on the beach, which he built to look like a castle, and then knocked it down at some point.

There are countless sailboats moored on the river, and some have already begun their next voyage.

The boy stepped on the collapsed "castle" and looked into the distance on the river.

He shouted in amazement, "Dad, mother, you see a strange person standing in the boat over there!"

Where do busy couples have time to care about the topic of young men, and there are too many age problems like him, and they can even program a hundred thousand whys.

Seeing that his father and mother were only busy with the fishing nets, the young man was not angry, but spread his legs and ran to an old man sitting by the river fishing.

The old man squinted his eyes, the sun shining on his face, and he stroked his beard while smoking a large cigarette pouch.

A puff of white smoke came out of the mouth of the cigarette pouch, and he exhaled softly, as if a layer of fog was in front of him.

The old man didn't look at the fishing rod thrown into the river, as if he didn't regard fishing as a very serious thing at all, but more like enjoying the last afterglow of the sunset.

"Smoke and rain,

Wind and clouds are swept up,

Talking and laughing is ethereal,

Thousands of miles of cold rivers shine sleeplessly.

The autumn wind is far away,

The lights are fading,

Mistakenly take Qingshan for the return journey,

The shadow of the clouds is in the back, and the water is in the front......"

After the song "Traveling on the River" was played, the man in the snow-suited suddenly turned his body lightly and disappeared from the boat.

The young man finally ran to the old man's side and shouted, "Grandpa Kuzhu, look at ...... over there"

He pointed with his hand, but was surprised to find that there were still people on the boat, and it was already floating on the river.

Kuzhu stroked his beard unhurriedly and said: "These days of fishing by the river, the harvest has been a lot, you should get up and go to the Half Moon Building to eat him seriously for half a month......"

He grabbed the young man and said with a smile: "Thank you for always talking to me...... Otherwise, I will be very boring, old man, and I must listen to my parents in the future, and I can't run around!"

The young man seemed to understand whether he understood it, but he also knew that the old man was leaving, and his nose was sore, but he didn't cry.

The man in the snow-clothed martial arts is extremely high, and with only a slight vertical, he rises from the ground, leaving no trace, and then falls leisurely on a mountain peak.

He raised his eyes and looked, not far away was Kaifeng, the last time he was here was more than ten years ago.

With a flick of his fingers, a note was unfolded, and the crooked handwriting on it read, "Zhuxian Town, Wanruhai Mansion".

He frowned slightly, he didn't know what important things would be in that place, how could this note appear in his hands?

I am afraid that no one else can write the crooked words on the above line except for the teenager who was expelled from the mountain back then! Thinking about it carefully, now that more than ten years have passed, the young man who studied art back then should be in his thirties.

The wind on the mountain grew stronger, blowing the man's snow coat, and he looked at the ancient city in the distance, and for some reason a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

I saw him leap down from the peak, but instead of heading towards the flat avenue in the direction of the city, he once again chose the rugged and difficult path between the mountains and rivers.

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Outside the city, the cold river is thousands of miles, and the smoke and rain are misty.

The clouds on the horizon are rolling and the wind is cold.

A lonely goose flew south at dusk, leaving a long hiss, and it could only fly alone in an approximate direction, but it never knew if it could fly to that warm place.

Many times people are like lonely geese who suddenly lose their companions, and from then on they can only be alone, and they can no longer find their way home.

The wind is high and has its own murderous night, and the twilight is blurred and the soul is gloomy.

In the sky, clouds and smoke were billowing out, enveloping the entire Zhuxian Town, which was suffocating.

Maybe it won't be long before another heavy snow falls.

Wanfu, a small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The cold and dry air seemed to make the thin ice on the surface of the lake almost crack.

Wan Ruhai brutally killed Zhuo Xiaocicada, and the cold corpse fell to the ground, and the blood was getting cold little by little.

But his eyes didn't even glance at the corpse that fell to the ground, but looked at Luobei without blinking, like looking at a piece of food that was about to be eaten.

And at this moment, Luo Bei, whose eyes were red, stared at Wan Ruhai like a beast, with a ruthless intention of wanting to tear the other party to pieces.

Luo Bei stepped on the blood on the ground, and walked towards Wanruhai step by step, his steps were extremely heavy.

Wan Ruhai's eyes were shocked, and then he chuckled: "Since there is no more obstacle, then...... Let's let it all end!"

As soon as the words came, he didn't hesitate anymore, and the true qi of his hands suddenly appeared, and then thousands of threads flew out in an instant, as if weaving a big net, covering Luobei intact in it.

Luo Bei saw the silver needle shooting, but he didn't avoid it, and was directly pierced through the skin of his whole body by the silver needle, and then a strong force slammed him backwards.

At this moment, Luobei was like food on a spider's web, nailed to the pillar of the small pavilion.

But he had no pain or any other reaction, just looked at the hunter in front of him with hatred like a beast, and at the slightest chance he was bound to tear the killer to pieces.

Wan Ruhai walked over slowly, and once again wiped the blood stains on his bloody hands on his body.

"You may not believe it, but the most hated thing in my life is blood...... Unfortunately, the most ironic thing is that the more you dislike it, the more you need it in the end......"

"However, with the blood of your body, from now on, I will no longer have to hide in the shadows to survive......"

"So, I must thank you for your ......"

After speaking, he reached out and tore the clothes on Luo Bei's body, and the slender nails on his fingers gently crossed his chest.

"Should I cut open your chest directly, or should I use a silver needle to drink blood and exchange the pure yang blood in your body into me?"

Suddenly, the countless silk threads he controlled with his True Qi trembled, as if there were subtle fluctuations caused by some extremely powerful force.

Wan Ruhai frowned slightly, he looked up into the distance, and did not see any unusual movement.

He knew that this moment was at a critical moment for him, and without the slightest hesitation, he was ready to do it immediately.

But at this moment, his hand that slowly crossed Luo Bei's chest was grabbed by another hand.

The power was surprisingly great, and when he lowered his eyes, it was actually a hand that Luo Bei slowly raised, clasping his hand like an iron hoop.

"Wan Ruhai ......" Luo Bei's lips moved slightly, and a hoarse and vicissitudes of life suddenly appeared, but it was not Luo Bei's usual voice at all.

Even more Wan Ruhai has been killing people all his life, and he can't help but feel a chill behind him at this moment.

The voice slowed for a long time, as if it was extremely unfamiliar with everything in front of him.

"Do you really think that the good and evil in this world can be controlled by your hands?"

"Turning your hands into clouds and covering your hands into rain, saving people and killing people is up to your heart for a while, if it is your teacher who is standing in front of me at this moment, there may be some possibilities ......"

"And you......" Luo Bei's eyes were like the red of blood in the sunset, he just moved his lips slightly, but his voice seemed to come from hell.

There was a sarcastic chuckle in his voice, followed by a kind of momentum that looked at the world.

Wan Ruhai couldn't help but take a step back, it was hard for him to imagine that someone could involuntarily retreat with just a few words.

But soon, he didn't back down, and he laughed when he regained his composure.

"I don't know who you are, or what you are, but today, my blood is going to be determined, and no one can stop me!"

After that, he didn't hesitate at all, his whole robe suddenly bulged, and he had decided to give it a go.

The thousands of threads also tensed suddenly, and in an instant, Luo Bei's body was lifted in the air, and his hands and feet were forcibly separated, like a butterfly that was completely bound.

Wan Ruhai jumped up, he didn't plan to get close to Luo Bei's body, because at this moment he couldn't determine where the voice of the ancient vicissitudes came from, and there was no need to take such a risk.

The blood was sucked out of Luo Bei's body and flowed to Wanruhai bit by bit through the silk threads.

Luo Bei has also seen this trick before, but it was to save people at that time, but at this moment it is used to suck human blood.

Luo Bei's bound hands moved slightly, and then the silk thread could no longer be controlled, he slowly grabbed the silver-white silk thread nailed to his body and ripped it off.

Every time he tore off a silk thread, Wan Ruhai's face turned pale.

His hands grasped the thread tightly, but he did not mean to relax, but pulled it hard towards himself.

Those silk threads also seemed to have taken root in Wan Ruhai's body, and they were pulled so vigorously that they began to move slowly along with his body.

was originally woven into a spider web, and was about to taste the intrusive food, but who knew that the food would be anti-customer-oriented.

At this time, Wan Ruhai's heart began to sink.

"You...... What the hell are you?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Luobei" let out a long howl, and his voice became extremely cold.

"When the wind rose that year...... Blood-stained dusk...... Tsing shirt Excalibur ...... Bloodstained mountains and rivers...... I laugh at the world's unkindness...... It's better to kill yourself and become a demon......"

Before the words were finished, Wan Ruhai had already fallen into the hands of "Luobei", he pinched Wan Ruhai's neck tightly, and then lowered his head to look at the corpse lying on the ground, and couldn't help but be silent for a while.

In the face of death, Wan Ruhai couldn't speak, but his eyes were full of pleading.

"Luobei" laughed.

With a smile, a hand slowly stretched out to Wan Ruhai's chest.

"This vendetta ...... Let me take care of you!"

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