The fisherman wore a hat, and if he hadn't taken it off occasionally, it was estimated that no matter how sharp Sun Youcai was, he wouldn't be able to see his true face clearly, not to mention that he was an old beggar walking around the street before.

Perhaps it was a good harvest today, so the old beggar put away his fishing rod, sat down in his place, and knocked on the stone beside him with his dirt-covered shoes.

The dirt was scattered all over the ground, and he seemed to be satisfied, and knocked the other one as well.

"Old man, how much does a fish cost?" a voice came from behind.

The fisherman turned his face, his wrinkled, dead bark-like face twitched, and without looking back, he glanced at the visitor, and did not make a sound, but continued to tap his shoes on his hands.

The middle-aged man who came from the shore was not in a hurry, and took a few steps forward, standing on the long lift, only a little more than a meter away from the fisherman.

Han Shiqing looked at the calm surface of Feiyan Lake, did not retract his gaze for a long time, occasionally raised his head, and used his hand to block his forehead to take a look at the sun that was not too hot.

Because the boat was getting farther and farther away, Han Shiqing didn't pay attention, but symbolically put one hand behind his back, and the other hand holding the sword calmly placed the bottom of the scabbard on the long lift.

"It's been so hard to find it for so many years. Han Shiqing, who was one meter away from the old beggar, looked at the Feiyan Lake in front of him again and again, and did not stay on the old beggar for a minute or a second.

The two shoes were knocked clean, and the fisherman put them on again, without moving the fishing rod that was placed aside, nor bothering the fish jumping in the bamboo basket.

"Lord Han, you have worked hard, you have worked hard for the Beiyang Dynasty, the position of national teacher is within reach, and you will also leave a name in the history of the Beiyang Dynasty like your master and ancestor. ”

Han Shiqing's gloomy voice betrayed his original intention of not coming to catch up with an old friend, he said slowly: "That's right, but what have you gained in these thirty years." Nothing, destitute. Sometimes he is a beggar, sometimes he is a fisherman, and he lives in Tibet. Lei Shan, what is the meaning of living? You don't have meaning, and I'm afraid you don't have any thoughts. What's the picture? It's fun, or is it deliberately disgusting?"

"Lord Han, don't act like this, you've been looking for me for so long, and now you've got your wish, just talk to me, an old guy who wants to die but can't, about the short life experience of these parents?" The old beggar said in a quiet voice, and he didn't know if he was pretending to be calm, or if he really put life and death out of the way.

Han Shiqing was also dry, he said: "Even if the cat catches the mouse, chasing it for thirty years, it will also chase out the feelings, if you don't say a few words, I'm afraid that there will be no chance for a while." Han Shiqing paused for a while, then said, "Lei Shan, take that thing out and give it to me." Don't say if there is one, and don't try to make excuses, since you have found you, there are only two choices in front of you. ”

"Either you die, or hand over something?" Lei Shan blurted out for Han Shiqing.

"Then I won't talk nonsense, since I found you today, either you will leave alive, or you will ascend to Bliss in this Feiyan Lake as soon as possible. ”

Lei Shan slowly stood up from where he was sitting, patted the somewhat messy clothes on his body at will, and stood opposite him in a posture facing Han Shiqing, his expression was not salty or light, he couldn't tell that it was a dying person who was wandering in front of life and death.

"You really don't have what you want, you have to take it, thirty years is enough. Lei Shan's words changed: "However, you can't be a hero who is born to be a hero, and you can't be a bear who resigns himself to his fate and bows his head." Before dying, I compensated Lord Han for playing twice, even if it was the last goodbye. ”

Like a trick, the sword flew out of the cuff of Lei Mountain, and with a single step, the whole person stabbed out with a sword towards Han Shiqing who was not far away.

Han Shiqing, who came prepared, and was the prince of the Beiyang Dynasty, was carefully cultivated by the master and the ancestors for two generations, where is an ordinary swordsman, his body moved slightly, the sword was out of the sheath, the cold light flashed away, and the tip of the sword reached the sword stabbed by Lei Mountain.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the two swords continued to be handed over in the air, Han Shiqing was extremely fast, and every step was in the greatest safety, seeking a space that was beneficial to him, and creating a fatal blow that did not waste time under the sword in his hand.

Lei Shan, who is a little older, but can't see the slightest hint of old age, has a agile body, smooth movements, and experienced parrying skills, although he is suspected of passivity, he is not lagging behind.

Lei Shan, who was forced down by Han Shiqing's swift attack, stepped a little, retreated a few feet back, landed on an unmanned boat by the river, kicked out, and an oar flew towards Han Shiqing, who was chasing quickly.

The sword qi swept by, the oars turned into several sections, and when the long sword in the air took advantage of the situation, an incomparable sword qi shot out violently.

Lei Shan stepped up from the boat, his feet were in the air, and the boat was just standing under his feet, and under the loud bang, it scattered in all directions.

On the river beach, in front of him is the flat Feiyan Lake, behind which is the endless long mention shrouded in green, the two stand opposite each other, Han Shiqing, who landed smoothly, did not say a word, raised his sword and stepped forward, the sword cut through the sky, and went straight to Lei Mountain.

The water splashed, the water waves of Feiyan Lake were agitated, and the raging sword qi broke the long-term calm of Feiyan Lake.

After all, Lei Shan, who was still slightly inferior, was kicked in the chest by Han Shiqing, his body swept back, flew upside down and skimmed the lake, slapped with one hand, stopped the inertia of retreating, jumped up, flipped his body, and slashed down with a sword in anger.

With the victory in hand, Han Shiqing, who did not leave any emotion, went forward with his sword, caught the sword of Lei Mountain in the air, and the two of them slapped each other in the air, and they both retreated.

Han Shiqing, who was already better, didn't take a few steps back, stepped on the surface of the lake, took advantage of the momentum to go up, and instantly approached Lei Mountain, which was still retreating in the direction of the river beach.

Lei Shan, who couldn't dodge and blindly parried, was kicked in the chest by Han Shiqing several times in a row.

smashed into the thunder mountain in the pile of rocks on the river beach, the sword fell to the side, blood flowed out of his mouth, half-lying, looking at the endless Feiyan Lake, the sky was high and the blue sky was light, and his mouth was full of red blood and smiled: "That's it, it is not worth the trip to be able to fight with Lord Han." It's a pity that Lord Han can't get his wish today. ”

Knowing the meaning of these words, Han Shiqing did not get carried away with the joy of victory, but said loudly with an angry expression: "You are really unwilling to hand over what you robbed back then? Why be so persistent and never look back?"

"Lord Han, if you are willing to give it to you, I have already done it thirty years ago, why wait until I am dying now? I have done many wrong things in this life, but I have never regretted one thing. Recently, I have been mentally prepared for this end. Lord Han, you can do it. ”

Han Shiqing didn't move at all, looking at the old man lying on the river beach and treating death as nothing, unable to advance or retreat.

It's easy to kill him, but the three-year appointment with Aoki Jiao will come to naught, and the hundred-year plan planned by the Beiyang Dynasty will eventually cease to exist.

Han Shiqing looked up to the sky and sighed, after exhausting the efforts of three generations, is it really impossible to ask for it forever?