Everyone followed the old man Huangmei out of the building boat.

In the gloomy sky, I don't know when a light rain as thin as a silk thread fell, lingering and dripping into the vast river. Looking at the boat swimming alone in the floating water river in the rain curtain, and the endless green mountains on both sides, the picture is very similar to a certain landscape ink painting in the Thousand Lamps Tower of Luofu Mountain.

The old man in the painting, Huang Mei, walked to the bow of the boat, looking like a tall man standing with his hands in his hands.

Su Hanshan, Huang Xiang'er and others stood behind Huang Mei with umbrellas, and everyone stared intently at the back of the extraordinary majesty in a moment. Thinking that the next moment, or even the next moment, he would be able to see with his own eyes the ten-mile sword intent that had once shocked the rivers and lakes, and the crown prince Li Tianxia could not hide the excitement in his heart, and swallowed his saliva. Then he raised his index finger and hissed as everyone fell silent.

The heavens and the earth are silent, and the river breeze is gradually rising.

The corners of the old man's clothes were swaying, and the unkempt gray hair and the willow branches between the hair were stirred.

The man who had fought with the Sword Emperor of Western Chu squinted his eyes to see through the vicissitudes of the rivers and lakes, looking at the endless river. The dense rain curtain quietly dripped into the river, with a certain charm and melody in the dark, mixed with the bleak river breeze echoing in the ears.

At this moment, the artistic conception is there.

Su Hanshan and the others held their breath and stared, so the old man Huangmei slowly raised his hand. Everyone's hearts were beating faster, thinking that the ten-mile sword intent that had disappeared for almost Jiazi was finally going to reappear in the rivers and lakes?

I saw Huang Mei's predecessors pointing at the river like a sword.

The back, the taste is also there.

The crown prince Li Tianxia swallowed his saliva again, and suddenly heard Huang Mei's senior whisper: "Look, there is a person there." ”

Li Tianxia, who was hung up on his appetite, couldn't believe his ears. Then he stared at the back of the old man Huangmei, and pretended to be you for a long time, just to let everyone see that there was a person?

Li Tianxia hated it so much, if he had that kind of strength, he really had the urge to kick the old guy into the river to feed the fish. walked up and complained: "Which one doesn't open his eyes, swept everyone Yaxing." ”

Su Hanshan stepped forward with Huang Xiang'er with a painting umbrella and looked at the river in the rain curtain.

Sure enough, at the bend in front of the floating river, there was a flat boat carrying a man rowing in the direction where they were.

Unknown origin!

The cautious Gu Changting slowly raised the hand of the Qiutang knife on his waist, and the brothers who were on duty around the three-story building boat saw this and were vigilant. Then he patted the shoulder of the smart little boy Ge Xiaoyu, and the boy hurriedly ran back to the cabin and told his grandfather to stop the oars and drop anchor.

After doing this, Gu Changting's hand pressed the Qiutang knife on his waist again.

......

The boat stopped in the middle of the river.

Su Hanshan and the others quietly watched the lonely boat that suddenly broke into sight, and found that after the lonely boat, there was also a large ship with three floors in the corner.

It is very different from the ordinary building ship under the foot, the ship is large and magnificent, and it looks like a must-have thing for some sons of the Xuanhe family in the rivers and lakes.

Before he could express his feelings, dozens of arrows suddenly shot out from the ship, breaking through a trace of rain curtains, and shooting towards a lonely boat on the river.

The young man on the lonely boat wore a hat, and the handsome face under the hat was quite pale.

Seeing dozens of arrows flying towards him, he pulled out the Zhaoqing Sword in his hand, which ranked among the top 20 of the hundred soldiers, coughed a few times, and jumped up more than ten meters high regardless of the pain of the chest injury, and held a huge sword flower in his hand to suck dozens of arrows into it. Then the sword flicked, and all the arrows rushed into the river.

This scene is in full view.

Outside the ship, Li Tianxia couldn't help but praise: "Good swordsmanship." ”

Although the prince of the Southern Dynasty has a reputation among the people in the market for not learning and not knowing how to do it, his cultivation of the little grandmaster of the Fourfold Samadhi Initial Realm of Martial Arts is unambiguous. At such an age, looking at the Southern Dynasty of the Li family, I am afraid that few people can be the right in the Li world.

Of course, the crown prince Li Tianxia has always thought so.

He often said that there are three things he is most proud of in this life. Handsome skin, noble status, and a martial arts talent that is proud of his generation.

But since Su Hanshan went all the way north, what he saw and heard gradually had a feeling that made him ashamed.

Whether it is the rain and the little shepherd boy in the season of bull riding, the Chumen guest who leads the horse and hangs the sword, the Chu Nanzhao who spreads the debate all over the rivers and lakes, or the yellow clothes Qin Wuyang who holds an umbrella with Su Hanshan, it seems that among the same age, except for the little monk who does not practice martial arts, everyone's martial arts cultivation is above him.

This made the prince, who had always been proud and proud, quite a blow, otherwise he would not have clamored to steal the ten-mile sword intent.

Now looking at the man who seems to be being chased and killed on the lonely boat, he has a good swordsmanship, and it is roughly estimated that his cultivation has accidentally surpassed himself, and he is amazed, Li Tianxia is not lost.

As soon as his voice dissipated, a red feathered arrow that broke through the air suddenly roared out from the opposite ship.

The arrow was so fast that it burned like a flame, leaving a red trail along the way, and it hit the left shoulder of the old and unsuspecting man on the lonely boat. The powerful impact caused the man wearing the hat to fall from a height of more than ten meters.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the man lying on the lonely boat took off his hat, gritted his teeth and pulled out the red feather arrow on his shoulder, and black blood overflowed from the wound as if burning, and his lips began to turn purple.

He knew very well that the fire poison smeared on the red feather arrow, if there was no antidote within an hour, he Chu Nanzhao would be reduced to an unclaimed floating corpse on the vast river.

The most interesting thing is that it was none other than Xi Hongyu, the nephew who grew up with him since childhood.

......

On the ship with three floors of paintings, there is a young man in brocade clothes, wearing a red bead crown, holding a dragon tongue bow, Xi Hongyu from Qinshu Mountain in Jiangdong.

There were two men and a woman beside Xi Hongyu.

The extremely young woman wore the signature turquoise skirt of the disciples of Han Yuefu and carried a long piano bag on her back.

The two men, one of whom was nearly forty years old, wore the Sutang Mending Heaven Sect uniform, and had a goatee. The other looked very burly, with his arms tattooed with a strange pattern representing the identity of the Qi Refiner of Shifang Mountain.

In addition to these three people, there were dozens of servants from Qinshu Mountain on the ship.

The young man wearing the red bead crown Xi Hongyu handed the dragon tongue bow in his hand to the qi refiner beside him, and looked at the little uncle Chu Nanzhao on the lonely boat who was only a hundred meters away.

A very mocking voice spread on the river: "Uncle Nanzhao, how does this arrow taste like for nephew?"

Chu Nanzhao stood up with the Zhaoqing sword on his hand.

The drizzle fell on his face, and those water droplets couldn't tell whether they were cold sweat or raindrops, and he snorted coldly: "Kill me, have you ever thought about how to explain to the teacher?"

Chu Nanzhao studied from the Confucian Sage of the Five Classics and sat in charge of the Qinshu Mountain, and the Confucian Sage was Xi Hongyu's grandfather.

Because the son Xi Hongyu has a gloomy temperament since childhood, although he is the only heir of the Xi family, he has never been loved by his grandfather. In contrast, Chu Nanzhao was just an outsider, and after being accepted as a disciple of the Confucian Sage, he even got the true inheritance of Qinshushan.

And he also lives up to the teachings of Confucianism, whether it is the Warring States Fu, or the eighteen-mile apricot altar debate, or the Zhaoqing who ranks among the top twenty in his hand, Chu Nanzhao has been famous in the rivers and lakes at a young age, and he is all fine in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, sword and tea.

Xi Hongyu, who was originally the descendant of the Xi family, was also shrouded in the dazzling light of Chu Nanzhao for more than ten years, and felt jealousy and hatred.

In the end, he had no choice but to go to the Sutang Empire to worship and practice in the Daomen, thinking that one day he would trample Chu Nanzhao under his feet, so that Nuoda Jiangdong could see who was the real heir of Qinshu Mountain.