The boat came slowly from a distance, its bow like a sharp sword, cutting through the tranquility of the water, shattering it like a mirror. The reflection of the moon twists in the water, the stars rise and fall, and the water striders run.

It was three small sailing passenger ships, less than two feet long, with two pointed ends, and at this time, they were advancing in unison, getting closer and closer to the big ship. The old knife could even clearly see a few aquatic plants hanging from the stern of the boat, and the flames of the horse-lantern dancing on the mast.

Then, he turned around and patted the man next to him on the back as if reassuringly, and after glancing at each other, the man nodded silently, left the deck, and went into the cabin.

The old knife walked to the edge of the railing alone, the knife was held in his arms, and with a wary gaze, he looked at the boat with a serious face.

Each ship was manned with two sailors, one in the bow and one in the stern, and the oars in their hands descended into the water in an orderly manner, and in the middle of the ship was a small cabin, covered with cloth, so black that nothing could be seen.

Under the gaze of the old knife, the passenger ship was about to move under the feet of the big boat, and two of them, as agile as fish, easily turned a corner, and headed to the left of the big boat, and one was moored in front of the old knife.

Then, a man stepped out of the dark cabin.

He was not tall, well-boned, and wore a black shawl and a hat-like hat. With his back to the moon, he couldn't see his face clearly. Standing on the mast, there was no weapon in sight of the weapon. He was looking up at the big boat and pulled his shawl up. Then, rubbing his hands together, his mouth hissing and making a hissing sound.

"It's so cold!" he said to the old knife, his voice a little sharp, and he seemed to have a little anxiety.

"Yes, it's just raining, and the air is cold. The old knife responded politely, he said, "Brother, why don't you wear more clothes when you walk around in this bad weather?"

"I thought too, but if I wear too much, it will get hot. He clenched his fists at the old knife and said, "You don't know, our ship is too small, and the cabin is very suffocating. If you stay for a long time, you can't stand it. ”

"Then you should hurry ashore!" said the old knife, squinting his eyes, casually, "there are a few lighted taverns on the shore, you can go and settle there." ”

As far as the eye can see, among the rows of shops on the shore, there are a few well-lit taverns, inns, etc., which are usually open all night and gather a large number of sailors, while the other shops are dimly lit and full of doors. At this time, Lao Dao paid special attention to the few drunk-looking people he had seen before, they were gone, maybe they were gone, or... , the old knife hopes that it is better for them to leave.

"Then I'm really going to have a few drinks to warm up. The man shook his body, and his shawl slid down, so he had to pull it up again. His eyes never took off the old knife from the beginning to the end, and then his gaze shifted to the big ship. In contrast to a boat, it is the difference between a tiger and a cat. Then he said enviously, "This ship is so big!

"Someone else's ship!" said the old knife.

"That must be a very rich guy. The man greeted him.

"He probably doesn't like what you call it. Lao Dao said seriously, "The people here call him boss." ”

"He likes that?"

"A little!" Lao Dao said, "I haven't seen a lot, but in short, this title makes him feel satisfied!"

"People with a lot of money usually have a strange temper, don't they?" said the man in a strange manner, "but I think it's better to be approachable! Does he think that the title of boss can improve his status, is that right? Or do you like to call him boss?"

"There must be some differences between people, at least this world needs to be like this!" said Lao Dao with a smile, "If everyone's title becomes you, me, and him, will anyone still fight?"

"Makes sense!" Then the man's eyes began to grow bored again, and he seemed to have a great opinion about the weather, so he discussed the question of hot and cold. He asked, "Tell me, friend." Wear less, cold. Wearing too much, and hot upset. Is this really going to work?"

The old knife squinted his eyes, and the knife in his arms quietly slipped to his right hand, and he said, "In addition to cold, it is naturally hot, and the temperature and mind are actually the same, and they are always not just right." In this way, your requirements are really demanding. It's a weird temper, too!"

"What?" the man was slightly stunned, and then said in surprise, "You say I'm weird-tempered and harsh?"

"What's more!" the old knife finished speaking, and slowly pulled out the knife, "and it's still very irritable!"

"Your tone sounds very unpleasant!" the man shuddered and his impatience turned to anger, "Friend, do you not know how to talk, or do you deliberately find fault!" his shawl slid down again.

"Finding fault?" the old knife smiled coldly, "Sort of!" Then, with a wave of his short knife, a cold light appeared on the tip of the knife, pointing at the man.

"It's unreasonable!" the man grumbled.

"Stop acting. The old knife laughed and said, "What are you doing hiding and tucking, isn't it very suffocating in the cabin?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the boat in front of me swaying violently from side to side on the water a few times, and the cabin lifted up like a pot lid.

For a while, five or six mighty men dressed in black showed their true bodies, unexpectedly carrying all kinds of weapons in their hands, the old knife quickly took a look, and it could be seen from the appearance of these guys that they all had some means, not wine bags and rice bags, but they were not masters.

At best, it's the level of mixed rivers and lakes!

Lao Dao made a ranking for all kinds of people in the rivers and lakes from his point of view, although the rivers and lakes are big, there are only seven types of people who make it up!

The first category is ordinary people who carry swords on their backs, and inferior people on the rivers and lakes.

The second type is the kung fu of a three-legged cat, and the self-righteous foolishness.

The third category, martial arts are mediocre, the attainments are not high, and most of them are children of various sects.

The fourth category, the exercises are superb and easy, and they are called masters.

The fifth category, with a mastery of learning, is famous for one enemy and a hundred.

The sixth category, reaching the peak, with one enemy and thousands, is like thunder.

The seventh category, detached from the mortal and sanctified, one husband is the pass, and the heroes worship.

Old knives?

boasts of a quick knife cut, and he is also a well-known person in the rivers and lakes, but he likes to be low-key, and his reputation in the rivers and lakes is not good.

"It seems that you already know our motives. The man ripped off his clothes, took out a short gun from his back, the silver head of the gun was extra piercing in the moonlight, he pointed the short gun at the old knife, and threatened: "If you don't want to get into trouble, just give me a quick retreat, but I can save my life!"

"What's your name?" asked the old knife.

"Nameless, nameless!" replied the man.

"Since there is no name and no number. The old knife said disdainfully, "Then what qualifications do you have to shout in front of me?"

"Bold!" the man snorted and said proudly, "You dare to stop the affairs of our Demon Flame Sect?"

"Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others!" said the old knife lightly, "This is the rule of the rivers and lakes, from beginning to end, it has not changed!"

The man paused and said, "Mo Fei, you haven't heard of the Demon Flame Sect?"

"The Jianghu sect that has emerged in the northwest in recent years is rumored to have 30,000 followers! The people of Middle-earth call them barbarians, cults, heretics, and demon cults, in short, there are many names, do you like that?" said Lao Dao.

"Nonsense!" the man said emotionally, "The Demon Flame Sect, in order to maintain the justice of the rivers and lakes, restrict the balance of the world, and entrust the fire of heaven and earth, you actually call the great sect a cult and a demon sect?"

"That's what they said, I've never called it that!" Old Dao said lightly, "However, the Demon Flame Sect connived at its disciples to commit evil in the northwest, robbing the people's daughters, killing innocents indiscriminately, and bullying the market. Such a sect has no meaning of existence at all, it is not a thing, and the sooner it is destroyed, the better it will be for the rivers and lakes. ”

"How can this be reasonable!" the manly short gun was raised, and he shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!" The words fell, and the water under the big boat suddenly bloomed with huge splashes. Then, ropes with grappling hooks flew out of the water, like black water snakes. The grappling hook got stuck on the railing and other places, the rope was straightened, and the enemies hidden under the water jumped out of the water like flying fish, they grabbed the rope and quickly climbed towards the big boat!

Enemy attack!

The old knife was stunned, and then shouted, "A group of rats, there are quite a few!" Then, his eyes were like torches, and he waved his knife to cut the two ropes on the railing, and the sound of falling water was heard under the boat in an instant.