Li Si escaped from the prison, but Li Shizong blocked the news this time, not letting too many people know about it, but just letting Yan Tingzhi continue to arrest Li Si, while he mobilized more people to find the whereabouts of another person.

Most of the people on the rivers and lakes thought that Li Si was still locked up in the prison, but where Li Si was didn't have much impact on them, but he was locked up, and there was just one less legend on the rivers and lakes.

There are indeed not many legends in the rivers and lakes, but each of them always has a time in the past.

For example, the ghost old man Yin Wuli more than 20 years ago.

Speaking of the name of the ghost old man, although it is cheesy, it is extremely appropriate.

Because the appearance of Yin Wuli is indeed like a ghost, it is enough to stop the child from crying, and there is a scar the size of a bowl on an old face like dry wood, which is so rotten that it does not look good. Ordinary people will be frightened when they see it at night, and the three souls are not there, and the seven spirits are uncertain.

But unlike his thin figure, he practiced a set of Shaolin horizontal kung fu, and it was rumored that he had practiced to the extreme.

A body of flesh and blood is invulnerable, and as soon as his eyes are closed, he will not move in the wind and rain, even if he is a famous master, he can't break his golden body.

In addition, he has practiced special internal skills, almost endlessly, if he sits still and rests and recuperates, he will not die of hunger and thirst without eating or drinking for several years.

So if Li Si can't be caught, then he can't be killed.

But these are all rumors, no matter how powerful he is, in the end, he was not caught by Jiang Li'er, the white cloud boy, with a cloud sleeve and sent to the prison.

Now it is estimated that it has been secretly disposed of by the imperial court a long time ago.

The so-called legends of the rivers and lakes, that's it, it's passed on, and it's only left to say.

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The leaves fall on the mountain road, which is a sign that autumn is coming.

Two months later, at the end of September.

In the depths of the cloud mountain, the path is sloping.

What others don't know is that there is a wooden house in this mountain, and there is a wine cellar in the house, and there are several jars of fine old wine in the cellar.

It was not a drink that ordinary people could drink, only the owner's friends and guests, or maybe there was a thief.

The owner of the house has many friends, but there is only one thief who steals alcohol.

The reason is that there are not many thieves who know about this hut, and even fewer thieves who can steal wine in front of the owner of the house.

Now, the thief is guilty of gluttony again, and he staggers up the mountain.

Above the cliffs, the clouds and mist are lightly caged.

An old pine is independent, a wooden house is remote, and a young man in white is sitting in front of the door reading a book.

He read carefully, word by word, and only slowly turned a page every half a pillar of incense.

It may have been that he had read too quietly, and several of the birds had taken him for a dead thing, and landed beside him, combing their feathers with their beaks.

At noon, the breeze is mild, and the mountain breeze in autumn is light and cool, which makes people feel refreshed.

But suddenly, the hand of the man in white paused.

He turned his face slightly, as if listening to something, and then he must have heard something, smiled wryly, closed the book in his hand, got up and scared the bird away, and walked to the cellar behind the hut.

By the time the door of the cellar was pushed open, the thief inside was already drunk.

Look at the thief, and the empty jar that has fallen aside.

The man in white sighed, the expression on his face seemed to be a little helpless, and it seemed to be a little depressed.

But he said mildly, with his hands behind his back.

"I've been brewing this jar of wine for ten years, and you just gave it to me as soon as you got out of prison?"

The thief's face turned red with drunkenness, turned his head to look at the man in white, and said with a drunken smile.

"Yo, are you here?"

The face of the man in white was even more helpless.

"I've told you how many times, don't call me that, I'm more than a round older than you, and in terms of age, it's not too much for you to call me uncle. ”

But the thief did not listen to what he said, and by the time he had finished, the thief had fallen drunk on the ground, and lay down beside the jar of wine, and fell asleep.

The man in white stood there for a while, and finally shook his head as if helpless, leaned over and helped the thief up, led him out of the cellar, and walked towards the house.

"Hey, I know that the amount of alcohol is not good, but I still have to drink so much. ”

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On the official road outside Dongxiang City, a walking Jianghu man was sitting on the side of the road resting.

He walked all day, and was really tired, so he untied a jug of water from his waist and raised it to his lips to drink.

The cool water in his throat made him feel as if his body was alive again.

When he finished drinking the water and wiped his mouth, he suddenly found a person standing next to him.

This startled him, because he didn't feel anything when this man appeared.

The body retreated for a moment, and then he settled his mind and looked at the appearance of this person.

It was an old man in rags, skinny, with dirty, messy hair that almost covered his face.

I guess it's somewhere the homeless people came from.

Thinking of this, the Jianghu man pulled his mouth and asked.

"This old man, is there anything wrong with you?"

"Ahh The old man stood and said in a hoarse voice.

"Old man, I want to ask you something. ”

The Jianghu man was stunned with the kettle, and then nodded: "Well, okay." ”

He's not the kind of guy who shouts and kills all day long, and he doesn't mind helping anyone on the road who needs help.

"Say it, I know I try to tell you. ”

"In this way, you are really a good person. Under his hair, the old man's face smiled, and the smile was innocent, like a child.

He asked his question.

"May I ask if you know Bai Yungongzi Jiang Li'er?"

The Jianghu people immediately said: "I know." ”

How can you not know, the famous Baiyun Gongzi Jiang Li'er, there should be no one on the rivers and lakes who doesn't know.

"Hmm. The old man replied with a look of satisfaction, and asked again.

"Do you know where he is?"

"This ······" The Jianghu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head powerlessly.

"I really don't know, he was in seclusion a few years ago, and now almost no one knows where he is. ”

The old man's face paused, but he was still smiling, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

"That's right. ”

He said, taking a step towards the Jianghu people.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, before the Jianghu people could react to what was happening, a hand had already passed through his chest.

"Uh, uh, ho······" He looked at his chest with his mouth wide open in disbelief, trying to say something but couldn't.

It wasn't until a bloody palm was pulled out of it that the old man in front of him said with a smile.

"It's useless. ”

Before he died, the Jianghu people saw the old man's ghost-like face behind his hair, and he opened his eyes in horror and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the uncovered kettle dripped, carrying blood on the sandy road.

On the way, the old man's back gradually walked away, and he was going to ask the next person, the next person, the person he met.