Weishui soup soup, starry clouds.

There are three lights, lit under the willows on the riverbank, and the stars and seas in the river reflect each other, deep and quiet.

If you look closely, there are three ships in the place where the lights are on.

These ships are more than three zhang long, the mast is more than one zhang high, and the cabin is quite large, which can accommodate one or twenty people, and if the goods are stacked, the whole ship can carry a hundred stones. Such a ship is the most ordinary cargo ship shuttling through Weishui, and it is inconspicuous.

On the front cargo ship, there were two people in the bow, one was sitting on the cargo box, with a slender figure, long hair like a waterfall, and his eyes were extraordinarily bright, and it could be seen that it was a woman, not very old, probably less than twenty, but the light was hazy, and it was impossible to see whether the skin was fair, but it was faintly visible, and the woman's facial features were quite beautiful, which was the beauty of the small jasper.

Standing beside the woman was a sturdy young man, holding a long knife in his arms, and he stood quietly, like a plum blossom stake.

"I'm about to do it, ugly man, are you afraid?" The woman sitting on the cargo box has a quiet and restrained temperament, and her voice is also very light, like a river breeze blowing willows, gentle and harmless.

"Don't be afraid. The man with the knife named Ugly Man replied in an urn voice, concisely and to the point.

The woman knew the ugly husband's temperament, and she didn't expect him to answer more, she lowered her head and was silent for a while, looking at the Weishui in front of the boat, the stars in the river were like the sea, beautiful and gorgeous beyond words.

"Will you die, but you won't be afraid?" the woman asked.

The man holding the knife glanced at the woman: "I'm not afraid to die, if the big boss doesn't die, it's okay." ”

As a big boss, the woman was slightly stunned, bit her lower lip, and was speechless for a while.

"We all have the possibility of dying because we're just pawns. The woman looked at Weishui in a daze, her voice like an early morning mist, gently dispersed, "But what can be done? The other party is so big that our Changhe Gang doesn't even have room to resist, so when they appear, I know that the Changhe Gang will definitely kill a lot of people." ”

Speaking of this, the woman suddenly smiled, meaning inexplicably, but her voice became low and sad: "Since my father died three months ago, I have become the big boss of the Changhe Gang, and I am not afraid of death." There are many Weishui River gangs, relying on this big river to make a living, my father will die if he cultivates so high, how can I not die, it's just a matter of time. ”

The ugly man thought for a while and said: "Duke Wei is a big man in Chang'an City, he promised us the Changfeng Gang, as long as we do things for him, the Changhe Gang can become the first big gang in Weishui, and in time, the big boss can order all the gangs in Weishui...... The big boss won't die!"

The woman shook her head: "I don't care if the Changhe Gang can become the No. 1 gang in Weishui, I just want to avenge my father and destroy the Black Jiao Gang that killed him!"

The ugly man said: "The Black Jiao Gang is the No. 1 gang in Weishui." ”

"Yes, so there is really no choice to join Wei Gong. The woman lowered her head and muttered softly.

On the second cargo ship, in the cabin, there was a light like beans, and two people sat opposite each other on the ground.

The middle-aged man on the left has a face like green jade, a beautiful beard, and a good demeanor, and is drinking a bowl of tea at the moment. Sitting opposite him was an old man in a black robe and white hair, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a strong spirit, without the tea before leaving.

"The Changhe Gang is just a small gang, there are only dozens of gangs, and the qi practitioners are less than one hand, we have to complete the errand assigned by the prime minister, taking them will only get in the way, why does Wei Gong insist on this?" The black-robed old man endured for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak.

The middle-aged man with a beautiful beard, called Wei Jiangnan, is Wei Baoheng's brother, and when he heard this, he put down the tea bowl and chuckled: "We want to deal with King An, naturally we can't expose our identity, the Changhe Gang is a chess piece to hide our identity, with them, after the incident, all the blame can be pushed onto the Changhe Gang...... Li Guanshu's lessons from the past must not be ignored. ”

The black-robed old man snorted coldly: "Then Li Ye is just an ant who has just entered the cultivation of qi, the old man can destroy him with his backhand, come and go without a trace, and will not leave half a trace, what does it matter?"

"No, no, no, again, we don't kill him. He is a prince, or a young man of Chang'an Mansion, and if he says he is dead, he will die, and the court will definitely investigate it strictly...... We only need to capture him and imprison him for a period of time, so that he can't find out about the affairs of Huangli Township, which is enough for the prime minister to hold the Chang'an Mansion accountable, saying that the Chang'an Mansion is not doing well, and it is logical to remove the Yin of the Chang'an Mansion at that time. Wei Jiangnan smiled, looking confident.

The old man in the black robe was still unconvinced: "Dragging mud and water, it's so unpleasant!"

Wei Jiangnan's face was straight, and he looked at the black-robed old man solemnly: "Chen Jianghe, you have been in the Prime Minister's Mansion for more than ten years, with your cultivation and the errands you have done to help the Prime Minister's Mansion, you should have been a first-class enshrinement in the Prime Minister's Mansion a long time ago, why can you still only be relegated to the second class now, don't you know it in your heart?"

The black-robed old man Chen Jianghe was stunned for a moment, then his face sank and he didn't say anything more.

From time to time, someone got on the boat from the riverbank, entered the cabin, and whispered a few words to Wei Jiangnan.

Wei Jiangnan looked at Chen Jianghe: "King An has arrived in Huangli Township, you take the Changhe Gang and set off immediately." Remember, this thing must go according to plan, and there can be no mistakes!"

Chen Jianghe stood up with a calm face, hugged his fist to Wei Jiangnan, and left the cabin.

Huangli Township.

The wharf warehouse in Huangli Township has been burned down, leaving only a ruin, and the wharf that used to be brightly lit is now pitch black.

Two miles away from the wharf, on the top of a low hill, there is a hut among the trees, and there are only three houses.

In the largest room, there was a huge stove, which was still bright, and a man in the prime of life, wearing only a black leather apron in front of him, was wheeling a large hammer, sweating like rain, beating a piece of red-hot fine iron, and sparks were splashing everywhere.

The middle-aged man has dark skin, a thick face, and looks ordinary, except for the bulging muscles on his arms, like a small mountain, with the movement of his arms, up and down.

It's just that, looking at the fine iron he is forging, the shape is a little weird, and if you distinguish it carefully, it is clearly a handle that is about to be formed...... Kitchen knife.

The middle-aged man was distracted, and was concentrating on dealing with the kitchen knife under his hand, when suddenly from behind the house, a loud child's voice came, which was very penetrating: "Liu Dazheng!"

Hearing this abrupt and loud shout, the man who struck the iron did not stop moving for half a minute, but he also responded in the same loud voice: "What is the roar of the third watch in the middle of the night!

Before he finished speaking, the children's voices behind the house became even louder, almost roaring up to the sky: "Liu Dazheng! I forgot to bring straw paper! Send it to me!"

Liu Dazheng didn't reply: "What to send, wipe it with leaves!"

In the thatched house behind the house, the children's voice paused for a moment, and suddenly sounded again: "It's out of reach!"

Liu Dazheng clamped the shaped kitchen knife with iron tongs, turned around and immersed it in the cold water pool, and his voice was particularly crisp: "You don't have a brain? Squatting on the pit naturally can't reach it, you walk down and walk to the leaves, won't you be able to reach it?"

"Liu Dazheng!

Liu Dazheng probably thought of the boy's embarrassed appearance, snorted coldly, raised his chin, and was triumphant.

A moment later, a boy of seven or eight years old turned around from the side of the house, and when he walked to the courtyard, Liu Dazheng had already taken a cigarette gun, sat on the threshold, and tore the tobacco leaves gracefully.

"Liu Dazheng! You won't send me straw paper again! I won't cook tomorrow, I'll see what you eat!" the boy pointed at the man's nose and shouted angrily.

If Liu Dazheng's skin is black and at least bronze, then the little boy's skin is so black that it looks like he just crawled out of the coal kiln, almost blending with the night, only his teeth look quite white, and the white is very obvious.

Liu Dazheng glanced at the little boy disdainfully, lit the cigarette and took a puff, looking like he wanted to ascend to the immortal: "Okay, then don't expect me to go to the river to catch fish for you." ”

The swarthy little boy was still menacing a moment ago, and when he heard this, his expression immediately fell, his eyes rolled, and he ran to the man's side, stretched his neck, smiled kindly, and called out flatteringly: "Dad!"

Liu Dazheng turned his head, pretending to be disdainful, and took a gesture.

Just when the father and son were funny, someone walked up from the winding mountain road, arrived at the door of the house, and entered the door without saying hello, without even looking at Liu Dazheng, and walked straight into the house, looking at the kitchen knives hanging on the shelves.

This person was dressed in a cyan robe, with a peach hairpin on his head, and a long sword with a simple shape.

When the boy saw this person, he swaggered into the house, and he looked like no one in his eyes and was anti-customer-oriented, he immediately became angry, stretched out his hand and pointed at the other party, just wanted to make a sound, suddenly thought of something, rolled his eyes, and asked Liu Dazheng, who had been unmoved: "Do you know this guy?"

Liu Dazheng spit out a puff of white smoke and said coldly: "I don't know." ”

Although the boy was still young, he was clever, and he could see that Liu Dazheng was obviously lying, and he turned his head to look at the strange-looking Taoist, his eyes bright, determined to wait and see.

"The first knife in the Central Plains, which was famous in Kyushu in the past, is now hiding in this place where birds don't shit, and has started a business of striking iron, and he only fucks casting...... If the old man knew about it, I don't know if he would come with his whisk and wouldn't recognize the old man who hit you. ”

The Taoist looked at the room full of kitchen knives, laughed, and glanced back at Liu Dazheng, with mockery in his eyes.

The boy blinked, pushed the arm of the middle-aged man, and his face was full of curiosity: "Liu Dazheng, what kind of first knife in the Central Plains is he talking about, is he talking about you?"

The man in the prime of life only cared about smoking and didn't bother to answer.

The Taoist stepped back to the door and glanced at the boy, "Who is this little kid?"

The little boy has always been in line with the principle that the enemy will not move and I will not move, staying out of the matter, ready to watch a good show, suddenly heard this sentence, immediately unhappy, and jumped up all of a sudden: "You stinky Taoist, who do you call a little brat?!"

The Taoist priest looked indifferent, still looking at Liu Dazheng: "You have only been in seclusion for a few years, of course this little kid is not your son." I guess it's your apprentice, or maybe it's a righteous son, but it doesn't look like anything special, oh, it's just a little dark, no, it's too fucking black!"

The boy was so angry that he screamed as if he was going back to the house to get a kitchen knife and cut the guy.

"Tell me, what are you doing here? Liu Dazheng was finally willing to follow the Taoist to speak.

The Taoist put his hands on his sleeves and looked at the wharf of Huangli Township: "In May this year, a pool of green lotus raised by Shimen in Niushou Mountain disappeared, and there was a fierce battle in Sanqingguan that day, but I went to check afterwards, whether it was the first Qintianjian Nangong who destroyed Sanqingguan, or the children of the sect who were forced to go to Niushou Mountain by Li Guanshu, I have not seen that pool of Qinglian...... Except for one person. No, two people to be exact. ”

Liu Dazheng finished smoking and knocked the cigarette ash on the threshold: "I have withdrawn from the rivers and lakes and returned to the mountains and forests, what does this have to do with me?"

The Taoist looked at Liu Dazheng and chuckled: "Of course it has something to do with you, because I haven't checked it yet, but the two people who are most suspicious at the moment are Song Jiao and Li Ye." ”

Liu Dazheng frowned.

The Taoist laughed even louder: "And they will come to Huangli Township tomorrow, you say, is this a coincidence, is it interesting?"

Liu Dazheng didn't speak, but the Taoist had already stroked his palm and praised: "It's just too coincidental, it's so interesting!"