In the battle on the big ship, after the march had reached half a pillar of incense, the situation had collapsed, and the balance of victory was completely tilted in favor of one of them.

The disparity in power does not lead to miracles.

The old knife had done his best, he had led the people around him who could still be caught, and repeatedly fought for control of the deck, all of which ended in failure, the number of enemies was too many, and the deck was not even big enough.

For the last time, in the battle, there were still three people left by the old knife's side, one of them was his lovely son, and the other was a bloody swordsman, his knife was full of curly openings, and his body was also full of wounds, shattered, and blood was about to drain.

As they retreated to the cabin, the door was tightly closed, unable to be pushed, and no sound could be heard inside, and the last of the swordsman, tears of despair flowing from his desperate eyes, slid slowly against the wall of the barn, closing his eyes forever.

There was no one in the cabin.

They were ignored by Heaven and abandoned on deck.

During the whole battle, there was no trace of the second brother, and Atai had no entity, and the two of them did not join the battle.

Where did the people go?

The old knife also wanted to find them.

But that's not the point that led to failure.

The Dark Moon martial arts are extraordinary, one person, can easily kill dozens of strong martial arts guards on the ship, other Demon Flame masters, in a one-on-one situation, the big ship guards can not win, so they are defeated, completely defeated, there is no suspense at all.

The people of the Demon Flame Sect surrounded him, and they were not in a hurry to make a move.

Stygian Moon walked through the crowd and saw that the father and son of the old knife were in a miserable situation, and the door of the cabin was like a wall, blocking life and death.

"Song Baijia, that bastard, isn't on the boat?" asked Stygian Moon.

The old knife shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's all fate!"

"Sure enough, it's not on the ship. Stygian roared, "I designed it so well that I was able to let him escape." ”

"Daddy!" the knife tugged at the old knife's arm, "what do we do now, there is no one to save us." ”

The old knife shook the knife, now he is a little heavy, the old knife is a little tired, not injured, his body is full of blood, it is not his, he is sad, and said melancholy, "My son, while my father still has a little strength, send you off the boat, after that, the rivers and lakes will go by yourself." ”

"Daddy. Xiaodao's tears poured out all of a sudden, and bean-sized tears fell, "You can't leave me, let's say okay, let's go to the rivers and lakes together, with me and you, the rivers and lakes are so big, I will get lost." I'm not going to walk on my own. ”

"The rivers and lakes are big, but there is only one road. The old knife stroked the head of the knife, where the hair, soft, with warmth on the scalp, the thought that this might be the last time to touch his son, the old knife couldn't help but have a piece of advice for him in the future. "My son, you need to remember that people's hearts are unpredictable, once you enter the rivers and lakes, life and death are fate, fate sometimes, when you have to, when you don't have hits, don't force it. ”

Stygian Moon looked at the old knife father and son, her lips moved, and she gave her men a color, and they went around to the side of the cabin, where there were several windows to enter, although closed, the wood could not withstand a few sword cuts.

"You father and son, let's catch up on the old days. Styx smiled and said, "Today is all about my mercy, and when you have negotiated, I will send you on the road together." ”

"Enchantress. The knife glared at her fiercely and roared, "If you dare to hurt my father, I swear that I will never let you go." ”

Styx snorted disdainfully, "Why don't you be a ghost and don't let me go!Okay, I beg you to let me go, so you can respect your father and son, right?"

"My son, leave him alone. The old knife said.

"You say, you say. Styx pushed away the crowd and walked to the back, looking down at the river of corpses flushed and floating.

The rest of the people were still around.

This time, Styx Moon was moved by compassion, and even admired the old knife from the bottom of her heart, so she planned to give their father and son the last bit of time to warm up.

A hired ranger, working hard for money, is extremely stupid, but can he be so fearless of strong enemies, fighting to the death, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, groups of chivalrous people, and speaking in a narrow sense, how many can there be?

It's not just a question of money, it's a question of people.

What is Chivalry?

The old knife wiped away the tears on the face of the knife and said, "You must remember one sentence, people have a lifetime, they are born to die, and they die as they deserve, it is chivalrous, and the rivers and lakes cannot live without this kind of feeling, if you lose him, it is not the rivers and lakes over there, we will come to the rivers and lakes, and we are all passers-by in a hurry, and we want you to be a chivalrous guest, do you understand?"

Knife nodded, "Daddy, I understand." ”

"Do you really understand?"

"Dad, you die, you are a chivalrous man, I want to learn from you, but I can't die, I want to avenge you, I want to kill everyone here. ”

"Bastard. The old knife scolded, "Dad, not a chivalrous man, Dad is not worthy of this word, you remember, a real hero, when he is alive, he is not qualified to be worthy of these two words." ”

Xiaodao said angrily, "Why does the hero have to die?"

"Because of the hero, there is no way to live, there are many sacrifices on the rivers and lakes, and the hero has to die willingly. ”

"I see. ”

"Do you really understand?"

"Dad, you die, you send me away. Knife nodded.

"Stinky boy, don't forget, during the Qingming Festival, fill my dad with a pot of good wine and sprinkle it into this river water, or my dad will be lonely if he has no wine to drink. ”

"You have my mother by your side, not lonely. ”

Little Knife never knew that thirteen years ago, on a night of wind and rain, lightning and thunder, heavy rain formed a flood peak in the mountains, carrying dirt and gravel, roaring down, breaking a stone bridge and blocking the passage between the two mountains. A young man on horseback, lost in the rain, came to a temple in a col, and in the broken house where the wind was blowing, and the rats were screaming, and there was a strange noise in the hay in the corner, and the young man brushed away the hay and found a little baby shivering, so lovely, with small arms, tender skin, and soft feet.

The young man, without any scruples, took him into his arms to keep warm, and when the rain stopped and the sun shone on the earth, he drove away the cool autumn morning, and he led the horse, and there was an extra bamboo basket behind him, and in the bamboo basket, the baby Yun sucked his toes, and fell asleep quietly and sweetly. Since then, the young man, who has never met a woman in his life, recognized the baby as a son, named Huang Xiaodao, two fathers and sons, two knives, two rolls of covers, from the south to the north, from the north to the south, through the rivers and lakes, seeking the way of chivalry.

"Let's go find you, Brother Lu. The old knife pushed the knife away. "If you survive, he'll take care of you. ”

Xiao Dao Putong knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, "Dad, where can I find Brother Lu, and please show me a clear way." ”

The old knife pointed to the clear blue sky, where the sun was moving slowly towards the center, and said, "It's a pity that I can't see the stars here, and if it's night, where will I be, and show you the way." ”

Knife stood up and wiped his tears, "Daddy, you go." ”

"Son, you can go too. ”

The two of them said that, the dark moon also came back at this time.

The people from the Demon Flame Sect who walked into the cabin walked out carrying a corpse.

That's Song Baijia, the old knife can't be mistaken.

"This is not Song Baijia!" "After seeing it, Styx Yue kicked it, and the corpse on the ground said coldly. "This bastard, where did you get a stand-in?"

"Lord Stygian, we've checked, this man has been dead for a long time, and the bodies of two women have been found in the cabin. The subordinate said.

The old knife looked at Song Baijia's corpse, smiled bitterly again, and thought to himself, "The real rivers and lakes are not like this. ”

"Since he was busy in vain, let the old fox put on a swing again. It's time for this to come to an end. Styx turned her head to the old knife and said, "Are you done talking? ”

The old knife nodded, the scimitar was horizontal in front of him, and said with a smile, "Since this river and lake can only be sober by bleeding, then it is time for me to spill blood." ”

"People have to pay for stupidity. After speaking, the moon beckoned his men to rush up.

The old knife rushed all the way to kill, covered the knife, and jumped into the water.

The crowd quickly overwhelmed him.