At night, the noise on both sides of the river is better than the day, and the lights of thousands of homes are reflected in the river, like a galaxy falling into the world.

The painting boat, which is as bent as the moon and as bright as a wheel, is moored at the riverbank wharf, and there are small servants in strong suits waiting below, inspecting the wooden signs, and ushering in the send-off.

There were a lot of people on the wharf, including middle-aged squires dressed gorgeously, suave literati and scholars, and businessmen who looked pot-bellied and wealthy.

These people were divided into different circles to talk to each other, laughter, poetry, and whispering, and it was the night of Jiang Ting, which was famous all over the world, just begun.

At this moment, a carriage stopped in front of the dock, and although the people had not yet gotten out of the carriage, some of them seemed to be unable to hold back their glances at the carriage, but they quickly looked away.

Gao Xian got down from the carriage and looked at these people, as if he had seen through something, but he didn't say anything.

Tang Yao took Gao Xian on the boat, while telling about the affairs and rules of the Qinglou, such as the old bustard, the turtle father, the big teapot and various code words, etc., Gao Xian also felt eye-opening when he heard it, this ancient man really knew how to play.

"Honored guest!"

"This way, please, this way, please!"

This turtle man greeted him attentively, and smiled when he saw people, although he was a little over-enthusiastic, but he saw everyone like this, but he didn't seem deliberate.

The women on the boat were either leaning on or standing, and everyone covered their faces with light veils, dressed in robes, showing good figures.

The lanterns on the boat are painted with pictures of ladies, and the gilded copper furnace exudes heat that makes people feel that the warm spring has arrived in advance, coupled with the warm fragrance of nephrite and the laughter of warblers.

A romantic charm and extravagance arose.

The comer unconsciously fell into this drunken gold and rouge.

At the beginning of the night, singing and dancing continued.

Everyone gathered on the second floor of the painting boat, some sat in the private room, and some sat directly in the hall, accompanied by beautiful women, and the wine continued.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the singing and dancing are leveling.

After three rounds of drinking, many people were drunk, the singing and dancing in the hall became more and more glamorous, and there were even unspeakable people who listened to the tune with a fever in their hearts.

Sitting on a high place, the turtle looked up at the window, the night was deeper, and the moon had climbed to the treetops.

Thinking it was time, he glanced at the little guy with the teapot in the corner below.

The man with the teapot immediately nodded and headed out of the cabin, ready to report the news.

"The moonlight is beautiful and the wine is drunk, why are you in a hurry to leave. Dressed in white, he was drunkenly leaning on the pillars and beams carved with strange beasts, as if Gao Xian, who was intoxicated by this drunken gold fan, suddenly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he overwhelmed the sound of singing and dancing in the room.

In an instant, as if because of its opening, everyone stopped moving.

Originally, it was lively, and the red mandarin woman who was frolicking with a kabuki next to her also felt abnormal.

The young man in white suddenly spoke, making the little guy holding the teapot sweat all over his back.

He tried to pretend that he didn't hear at all, and walked out of the boat, but found that he couldn't move a single step.

The young man in white straightened up, stretched out his hand, and a bamboo pipe on the little girl's body flew up and fell into his hand.

The turtle man, who had been paying close attention to everything from the heights, was so shocked, how could this man know so clearly?

In this way, everything in the hall has already fallen into his eyes?

The secret letter that was about to be sent floated into the hands of the young man in white.

The young man was not in a hurry, and leaned against the pillar and took a sip from the wine jug before taking a closer look.

This careless action made everyone feel frightened, as if everything was under the control of the other party.

After reading it, the young man in white sneered, and the paper in his hand spontaneously combusted without wind, turning into flames and disappearing on the slender and green fingertips.

"I ...... You ......"

The little guy suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, coughing violently constantly, and stretched out his hand desperately to the turtle who was looking at him with a frightened face on a high place: "Save me...... Save ......"

Before the words fell, this person seemed to be like the note encapsulated in a bamboo tube, and layers of fire qi pierced out of his body from his body.

Then there was a pop, and the whole person turned to ashes in the air.

It's like sparks and soot after the paper has been burned out, spilled all over the ground.

"Whoa!"

In an instant, everyone was completely frightened by this scene, and the wine glasses and silver kettles in their hands fell to the bottom of the table, and many people even pulled out daggers and swords from their bodies.

Tang Yao, who was dressed as a little girl and sat next to Kongchenzi, also saw it clearly, and most of the original laughter and alcohol woke up in an instant, and the whole person felt bad.

It turned out that there was no Jiangting flower moon night on this ship tonight, all the singing and dancing were leveled, and all the literati, eunuchs, wealthy businessmen and rich men were all pretended.

Together with the kabuki who was frolicking with her, all of them were disciples and killers of the Five Gods Cult.

The wine jug in the turtle man's hand fell to the ground, like an order.

A few people who were hiding in the shadows and were ready to attack shot as if they had been ordered.

Gui Gong turned around and fled outside, his role was to trap this person in the river, not to kill this person, or to say that he had not moved this mind.

He is not the group of disciples of the Poison God Altar who stupidly went up to send him to death, how terrifying this person is, seeing that the Lord of the Poison God Altar has to mobilize the Poison God to deal with him, this is definitely not an existence that mortals can fight against.

The swords roared out in unison.

The top assassins beside Gao Xian were just drinkers at the table, laughing and scolding without the slightest flaw.

The movement is like a swimming dragon, and the sword soldiers are like thunderbolts, which have been calculated from a long time ago, and the dead corners kill people.

One after another, the afterimages crossed the long case of the wine table and stabbed at the young man in white.

"Ding!"

The young man in white tapped the wine glass with his chopsticks in his hand, making a pleasant sound.

The wind suddenly rose, swept through the entire cabin on the second floor, and rushed out of the cloud building painting boat.

Everyone felt as if they had a supreme will to look down on the ship, like the eyes of the gods had fallen.

Especially those who assassinated Xiang Daoren in unison were frozen in the air one by one, maintaining the action of assassinating Xiang Daoren.

Han Feng was only a stone's throw away from the Taoist, but he couldn't move an inch.

"Ding!"

The Taoist moved again, put his feet on the table, and drank wildly with the silver jug in his hand.

Tap it with every sip.

At each knock, one man was seen dead.

A wild song turned into a terrifying scenery of smoke and flowers.

The people in the cabin on the second floor didn't dare to move, but the people outside were frightened and jumped down the river one by one.

The people inside watched as the people outside the boat jumped into the river one after another, but unfortunately before they fell into the river, they let out a scream and turned into flying ashes and fell into the river.

Whoever moves dies.

Such a terrifying sight, they could see clearly through the hollow flower window.

The room was silent, and no one dared to move.

"On such a full moon and a beautiful night, how can you stop singing halfway through the wine before you have finished drinking!" said the young man in white with a smile, as if everything that had just happened did not exist.

The musicians and dancers on stage dare to move.

They all played music and danced, even if their legs were weak and their faces were pale.

The kabuki sang a fragrant and soft tune, and the musicians played cheerful strings.

In the wind and moon of the night of fish and dragon dance, the audience was full of fear.

Only the young man in white sat in the center, singing softly along with the sound of strings, dancing sleeves, and dancing sleeves.

The chopsticks in the young man's hand gently tapped the wine jug, but it seemed to poke at everyone's hearts, and the listeners were sweating profusely and trembling in fear.

Tang Yao, the red mandarin woman, was stunned, she had imagined countless scenes of the rivers and lakes, but she had never seen such a shocking scene.

"The wine is gone, and tonight is over!"

At this time, the Taoist just glanced at the ghosts in front of him with a cold eye, raised his hand, and threw out the chopsticks in his hand.

The wind tore through the wooden wall of the painting boat with great force, and a long passage appeared from the inside to the outside.

The chopsticks went all the way down to the stern of the boat.

Turtle Gong, who had run to the stern of the boat and was about to board the boat and escape, happened to look back at the killers who jumped off the boat and died one by one, and his eyes were full of horror and despair, so he couldn't move anymore.

I don't know life and death, I don't know the ending.

At this moment, he watched a light come to his face, piercing his head and plunging into darkness.

The corpse fell into the river and was fed fish and shrimp.

The moment he poured into the river, his eyes were relieved.

The young man in white carried a wine jug and floated down from it like the wind, landing on the tip of the boat, and the white clothes on his body were fluttering in the wind of the night.

The calm surface of the river has begun to roll up the waves, and puffs of smoke continue to rise from the bottom of the water, and the water surface continues to spread.

"It's coming. ”

"Quack!"

The golden toad cries! The waves of the river rise!