The crimson moon was like a disc missing a corner, hanging quietly in the bleak starry night sky, much like a lantern hanging under the courtyard of the high gate.

The bright light sprinkled in a field of weedy reeds looked extremely lazy and indifferent. It's like a layer of night frost in the vastness.

The wind rises and ripples. The reeds swayed and rattled.

A few old crows hovering freely in the starry night let out a miserable cry, circled the tree three times, and settled on the branches.

It was a mulberry willow that grew beside a winding waterway, dense and thick, with intertwined roots. Among the reeds next to it was a small, ordinary-looking boat.

Lu Qianyu lay alone in the cabin filled with the smell of rotten wood, and through the fist-sized hole in the canopy above his head, he saw the same lonely moon.

It was red and white, white and blurry, as if someone had accidentally spilled blood on it, rendering a picture of depression.

The crimson moon hung above his head, close at hand, and the outlines of mountains, valleys, ravines, palaces, and woods loomed above him. It is as if you can discover its true meaning by raising your hand.

So, he reached into the air.

At this moment, he heard the gnawing of rodents in his ears.

Then, he snorted.

The wound on his arm cracked, blood ran down his arm, and the pain wrapped him around a struggling spring silkworm.

His eyes were slightly closed, his consciousness about to leave his shell.

He couldn't feel the pulse, the blood, the warmth.

Only the sound of weak breathing came from his ears, which made him realize the fact that he was still alive.

He's wondering...

In this sea of reeds, borderless land, in what way should Young Master Lu, who was famous in Linzhou City in the past, claim to be himself?

If it weren't for the thieves who risked their lives to snatch him out of a group of black-clad killers and hide in this small boat, he would have died under the sword a long time ago.

He quickly picked up the fragments of his memories in his mind and pieced them together into a picture.

Yesterday evening, the sun was setting, and the city of Linzhou was shrouded in a red halo.

Lu Qianyu took two friends from the rivers and lakes and won money from the casino. So, the three of them talked and laughed, and strolled on the road with great interest. Tall willow trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the branches are close to the ground, and the fragrance of flowers can be smelled in the shadows. It's cozy, it's intoxicating.

When one of his friends encounters a beautiful woman who is scratching his head and is full of lust, and the three of them follow the woman into an alley, the door of doom is opened.

Pretty girl, as soon as she entered the alley, there was no trace, only the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground was left.

As far as the eye could see, the sunset was obscured by the tall houses on both sides, the bluestone pavement was layered and extended into the darkness, and the three of them were surrounded by silence, Lu Qianyu noticed something strange at this time.

Then, dozens of swordsmen wearing black veil masks, black clothes, and black boots jumped down from the roof, blocking the front and rear exits. Without waiting for Lu Qianyu to react, a friend was the first to die tragically under the shadow of the sword.

Seeing that he seemed to be a mortal enemy, the other party drew his sword and rushed over, catching Lu Qianyu off guard.

The two sides engaged in a short battle, and another friend accompanied Lu Qianyu to fight to the end and never gave up. Dozens of swords were swords, blood was shed, and he died against the wall.

Lu Qianyu relied on his skillful swordsmanship to deal with the incoming enemy, and after slashing dozens of people, he was plotted in the back. In an instant, his skin was open and his blood flowed.

The intense pain made him lose his moves, and he neglected to take precautions. As a result, all parts of the body were hit hard again. There are no less than ten wounds on the arms, back, and legs, and the situation is extremely dangerous, as if entering a Jedi in the valley.

Just as he was about to make a move, the thief-Langliu arrived in time, holding Lu Qianyu who was about to fall with one hand, slashing with a sword with the other, killing the man in black, jumping onto the roof with him, and fleeing to Lu's house.

Who would have thought that the man in black had been prepared for a long time, set up a net along the way, fought all the way, and had a bumpy road. Ten were killed, and twenty more popped up, and the number of enemies was so great that the preconceived escape route was almost a failure.

After thinking twice, the two escaped all the way out of the city and hid in the reeds for the time being.

At that time, Lu Qianyu's injuries were too serious and he was about to fall into a coma, and he had more worries in his heart than his injuries, so he entrusted Langliu to return to Linzhou City.

One is to seek reinforcements. The second is to check the situation in the Lu Mansion.

The Lu family was originally the richest man in Linzhou City, and there were many famous and excellent swordsmen in their ancestors.

In the past three generations, this generation of old lady Lu was in power, tired of the days of fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes, washing his hands in front of the heroes, and embarked on the road of business.

Passed on to Lu Qianyu's father, Lu Ming's generation, the house is stacked with gold and jade, and Linzhou City is unique, and no one can reach it within a radius of 100 miles.

Fate played a big joke on Lu Qianyu.

When he was still in infancy, Lu Ming and his wife left the house in the middle of the night, disappeared mysteriously, and have not returned.

A few years later, it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that there was a tragedy in Laizhou, with countless heroes killed and injured, a fire burned clean, and the broken sword of the Lu family was found under the ruins.

After several tosses, the broken sword was sent back to the Lu Mansion, which made Lu Qianyu believe in the fact that both parents died.

And the broken sword is the two-foot 'lonely cold' lying next to Lu Qianyu.

Since childhood, Lu Qianyu has been fortunate to have a housekeeper-Shi Weng to take care of him. He learned the fur of the Lu family's swordsmanship and went through the tempering of a hundred schools. He thinks that his martial arts are higher than that of the swinger, but he doesn't want to be defeated in front of the black-clothed killer, which makes him ashamed.

In Lu Fuzhong, there is also Lu Xiaolou, Shi Weng's granddaughter picked up from the street, and Lu Qianyu's child daughter-in-law.

In a few days it will be their wedding.

Now, Lu Qianyu was too seriously injured and wandered outside the Hades Palace, with one foot inside and one foot outside. Holding a wedding is a luxury, so I have to postpone it.

However, what he was most heartbroken about was not the wedding.

He had a hunch that the battle of the man in black was not for money, but for people. He feared that Lu Fu would also be their target.

If the words become prophecies, even if Shi Weng is in charge of the Lu Mansion, it will be difficult to stop the thugs. At the same time, he thought of Lu Xiaolou's three-legged cat's kung fu, how to protect himself?

Under mixed feelings, Lu Qianyu was in a hurry, and completely ignored the wound on his chest and got up violently. Then, the pain released from the wound, forcing him to scream. "Ahh

At this moment, the moonlight was still bleak, and a series of bubbles rose under the water, and the microwave distorted the moon shadow on the water.

"Scream so loudly!" A man's voice came from outside the cabin, "Are you worried that the killer won't be able to hear it?" Then, Lu Qianyu heard the sound of the reeds being knocked open, and his stumbling footsteps came towards the awning boat.

Lu Qianyu was not alert, but relaxed, he stared at the entrance of the cabin with wide eyes.

Soon, the curtain was lifted, and a man stooped in.

"What's the situation?" Lu Qianyu saw the visitor and asked anxiously: "Is everything okay in the Lu Mansion?"

Then, a strange smell instantly broke into his nostrils, and he looked at the figure in front of him. Suddenly, I saw a wine gourd hanging on the man's waist, and his face looked drunk.

"Have you drunk?" Lu Qianyu's face turned pale, "After such a big incident, do you still have the heart to drink?" Lu Qianyu continued to ask, but the other party didn't seem to want to answer the question.

The man shrugged his shoulders and smiled, took off the wine gourd, sat down opposite Lu Qianyu, took a big sip, and then lowered his head, put his hand hanging on his knees, and still maintained a silent attitude.

"Are you deaf?" Lu Qianyu roared loudly, "Let me ask you how is Lu Fu?"

"It's a good wine. The man brought a wine gourd and said with a miserable smile: "Don't you taste the old Hunchun peach blossom brew that you often drink?"

"What the fuck!" Lu Qianyu thought he had drunk too much and made a mistake. With a slap of the hand, the gourd fell to the bulkhead and rolled deep into the cabin. He grabbed the man by the collar and roared as if with the last of his strength: "Waves, why don't you answer me?"

"You're a waste!" Wave crawled over to rummage through the gourd, and finally found it among the debris, with a smile on his face, and said to himself, "Fortunately, I didn't spill it!" ”

"Have you ever gone to the Lu Mansion?" Lu Qianyu was like a man-eating wolf, and punched him hard in the back. shouted: "I've always regarded you as a friend! Tell me, where is Xiaolou?"

The waves coughed a few times, and a red mark instantly appeared on the gray shirt on his back.

Lu Qianyu's heart was stunned, and his anger disappeared.

"You're hurt?"

Langliu didn't think so, sat down in place, unscrewed the gourd and drank and poured another big sip.

Ahem, ahem...

"Do you drink or not?" he raised the gourd in his hand to Lu Qianyu again. "I'm sorry if I don't drink it!"

Suddenly, Lu Qianyu's heart ached, so he copied the peach blossom brew and poured it violently.

The spicy taste poured through his mouth and nose, and the heat slid from the base of his tongue to his toes, throughout his stomach.

In an instant, that intense feeling was like a raging fire burning, like thousands of insects and ants biting, like breathing lungs festering.

His eyes were closed, his head was raised, and he remembered the indifferent attitude of the waves, and he had a judgment in his heart.

"Xiaolou, is she already..."

"Shall I say that then?"

Say. ”

The waves sighed, snatched the wine gourd, and looked at it carefully.

Wine gourd has followed him for many years and is his best partner. Just after being dropped by Lu Qianyu, the gourd was already deflated. So, he couldn't help but show a look of pity.

"Xiaolou is dead!"