The word love is the most hurtful. Hurt Nie Jiangsheng's longing, hurt Nie Li's fear is that this bamboo forest has been brewing for countless years. Knowing that the bamboo forest was cold and extremely hurtful, Nie Li hung the flute back in its place and hid in the bed early to sleep.

Nie Jiangsheng returned home very late, looked at Nie Li, who was wrapped tightly in the quilt, and gently touched his head with his rough hand. Then he took off his robe and hugged Nie Li to fall asleep.

Time seems to have never had any traces in this place, the bamboo here is still the same as it was at the beginning, the spring bamboo shoots after the rain broke through the soil in the mountains, and were eaten by the father and son of the Nie family, and so on, a few years have passed. Nie Li is already fourteen years old, fourteen years old, he is tall, fair-skinned, with delicate facial features, and has the temperament of this land.

Silent and quiet, he is a little quiet, like a man who comes out of an ink painting, perhaps with bamboo as a companion, he has his own graceful charm.

And at the age of fourteen, he also inherited the mantle of Nie Jiangsheng and became a boatman in this immortal Linjiang, although he was young, but with so many years of experience in ferrying, he also had full experience in ferrying.

This is also what amazes Nie Jiangsheng, he can perfectly conquer this river, relying on his martial arts and control of strength. And Nie Li completely relied on his own experience and experience to sum up a method that suits him, such a talent is a pity not to practice martial arts after all, but Nie Jiangsheng only sighed.

And the fourteen-year-old Nie Li also became a famous prodigy in Gusu City because of this intelligence, Nie Li often pestered Nie Jiangsheng to teach him martial arts, at first Nie Jiangsheng rejected him on the grounds of young age, but slowly this reason seemed to be not enough. He figured out another way, that is, to let Nie Li study.

Although martial arts prevailed in the ancient continent, but above the temple, it can not be solved by martial arts alone, so literati are also very important, for example, Fan Zhongwen, the prime minister of the dynasty, is a scholar with weak literature, but this is the kind of person who became a great virtuous minister above 10,000 people under one person in the Southern Song Dynasty.

If the power is awe-inspiring, then Fan Zhongwen will not be so famous, he is the most powerful in internal affairs, in the Northern Tang Dynasty, the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Central Ming Dynasty, Fan Zhongwen is the existence admired by all the courtiers, and this reverence is across national and political boundaries.

However, the talented and intelligent Nie Li easily mastered a lot of knowledge, and for a while, he didn't even have the confidence to teach him anymore. This also made him a talking point for people in the city after dinner, but this did not make Nie Jiangsheng happy in the slightest.

Nie Li's achievements did not allow him to continue on the road of literati, but instead yearned for martial arts even more, because he knew that the starting point of his study of literature was to understand martial arts. So he soon became entangled with Nie Jiangsheng, and in desperation, Nie Jiangsheng could only arrange for Nie to leave the ferry, saying that if he could cross the river skillfully, he would teach him himself.

This is already the second month of his ferry, he has crossed ninety-one people, from the first time he took people across the river to the beginning of the staggering, to now steady, he has used experience and perseverance to complete the growth of others for several years.

Seeing that this Immortal Linjiang is still the same as in the past, Nie Li sighed a little, maybe a hundred years later, when he becomes a handful of loess on the bank of this river, this Immortal Linjiang is still so clear.

Stopping the boat at the ferry, Nie Li saw his father Nie Jiangsheng sitting on Lao Li's boat, Lao Li's name is Li Yu, his appearance is heroic, he looks about forty years old, his eyes are bright, his body is tall and burly, and the thin and old Nie Jiangsheng is like a generation behind, but the relationship between the two seems to be very delicate.

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, they were far away, and Nie Li couldn't hear them clearly. I simply didn't pay attention to it anymore.

"Little baby, you can't leave this boat. Just as Nie Li was panicking, a loud voice sounded. Li Zhi saw that this person was about thirty years old and ordinary, his eyes were shining, his five fingers were thick, he was burly, he was propped up in a plain robe, and he was equipped with a long knife at his waist.

"Let's go. Nie Li didn't say much, stood up, walked to the stern, and pushed the boarding board of the ferry with Artemisia, and the boat rippled and moved forward leisurely.

"Little baby. The man suddenly spoke, as if to say something, but stopped talking.

"I only need a penny for the ferry. Nie Li's cold voice sounded, which made the man a little surprised, he was just worried that this person didn't ask the price, and the lion opened his mouth, although he had martial arts, but this crossing the river was also a business, and it was inevitable that the use of martial arts was a little unsightly.

But when he heard that this son only needed a penny, he also thought to himself that he was really a peculiar person, this immortal Linjiang crossed a wide area, although he had martial arts, but he knew that the boatman's life was not easy, so he helped a lot. But for people with average light skills, the internal force can barely support it, and this immortal Linjiang is turbulent, and one will be swept into the river if he is not careful.

Seeing that the child stopped talking, the man didn't know what to say, but in order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, he still put his eyes on the flowing river, looking at the river like a mirror, reflecting the green mountains.

"Little baby, I see that you are quite young, but this ferry technique is very sophisticated!" The man looked at Nie Li who had been swinging the bamboo artemisia in his hand to let the boat cross the river smoothly, such a skill, if it was a white-haired old man, it would be nothing, but it would be a little different when it fell on a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

"My father is this boatman, and I have learned a lot from him since I was a child. Nie Li Gu Shou said with a smile, after all, even if a child doesn't like to talk, but being praised like this, he couldn't help but feel a trace of joy in his heart.

Seeing Nie Li turn his head, the man saw his face clearly for the first time, before at the ferry, because Nie Li lowered his head and had black hair, he couldn't see his appearance, but now when he looked at it like this, he was really shocked again.

The appearance is extremely delicate and handsome, just like the water of this fairy river, which makes people feel peaceful at a glance. But looking at his temperament, it seems to be a vigorous green bamboo, beautiful and upright, a good young man, and the man appreciates it even more in his heart.

But the person who can develop such a temperament is actually a boatman. And according to him, his father was also a boatman, a boatman for generations?

"I don't know if the little brother knows that something has happened in this Gusu City recently. The man asked, but seeing Nie Li's puzzled expression, he continued: "Little brother can also see that I am a foreigner. Recently, I heard that there was a large influx of Jianghu warriors in Gusu City, so I came before. ”

When Nie Li heard this, his eyes lit up, but he didn't know what he said. He shook his head slightly, and the man knew in his heart when he saw this, he was not much disappointed, how could a child come into contact with the rivers and lakes.

When the boat was about to reach the shore, the man got up and said to Nie Li: "My name is Wang Zhi, and I will see you again." With that, his right foot landed lightly on the opposite bank. Before leaving, a penny was placed on the small wooden table on the ship.

Nie Li watched the other party's figure gradually drift away, and there was some longing in his heart, is this a martial artist? What they set foot on is the rivers and lakes, and it is the martial arts.

When I returned to the ferry, I found that among the people coming and going, I could see the warriors everywhere. Turning his head to look at Uncle Li's boat, he found that he had already left, and he estimated that he had followed his father. Nie Li also simply took the boat home.

Pushing open the bamboo door, the appearance here has not changed in the slightest for twelve years, and there is no smell of the pungent fragrance, Nie Li wondered where his father went, but obviously did not tell himself, there must be something, although his father took care of himself most of the time, but sometimes it was more mysterious, but the father and the son, after all, there was a tacit understanding, and no one tried to break it.

When I walked to the kitchen, I simply cooked a meal to fill my stomach, and the sky slowly became darker, and the night sky was not full of stars today, and even the moon was covered by heavy clouds. Nie Li sat outside for a long time, and when he saw that his father had not come back, he thought that he might have spent the night at Uncle Li's house, and this kind of thing also happened, but it was rare. Nie Li returned to the room, lit the oil lamp, took off the bamboo flute from the wall, sat in front of the window, and looked at the bamboo forest in the distance, black as if a pair of charming eyes attracted him.

Put the bamboo flute to your mouth, and the ethereal and graceful sound of the flute echoes in the deep mountains and dense forests, causing the bamboo leaves to dance one after another.

Black as always, Xu is dark clouds are too thick, looking at the distance, Nie Li was a little depressed, he was looking forward to a thin back on the forest path.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, Nie Li's eyes opened suddenly, looking at the open window, the oil lamp was about to burn out, and Nie Li knew that his father would not come back.

Put out the oil lamp, take off your clothes, get under the covers, and fall into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until he got up early in the morning that he felt the faint warmth beside him, and when he opened his eyes, he found that his father had returned, lying beside him.

Nie Li's heart that he had been carrying was relieved, and he jumped out of bed to cook for his father.

After he left, Nie Jiangsheng opened his eyes, there was no sleepiness, his eyes were red, and he looked extremely mad.

The cloth shoes next to the bed, although spotless, had white soles, a few drops of blood and some minced meat.

After breakfast, knowing that his father would not get up so early, Nie Li rowed a boat to the ferry alone. At today's ferry, the people who entered the city were full of people gathered together, and they were checked by the soldiers at the entrance of the city one by one, and they could only enter after inspection.

"Brother Qian, what's going on. Nie Li asked a boatman curiously.

"I heard that there was a murder in the city yesterday. "The person who was called Brother Qian by Nie Li was a young man in his twenties named Qian Ning, he and Li Shu grew up and were both villagers in Xianlin Village across the river.

"This kind of thing hasn't happened for many years. For Nie Li, death seemed to be far away, and the peace of Gusu City, which had been peaceful for decades, was shattered.

"And there was not just one person who died, but more than a hundred, slaughtered all over the house. When Qian Ning said this, his face turned pale and his voice trembled a little.

"What, more than a hundred people, slaughtered all over the house. How is this possible, won't anyone find out?" Nie Li really couldn't imagine that he would kill hundreds of people overnight.

"It seems to be a dispute in the rivers and lakes, and it was the people of the Iron Rope Gang who were slaughtered, and it was found that it was the early morning of the next day, and someone found the head at the door, and they found it, and they hurriedly reported the case, and now the government is strictly guarded. ”

Looking at the chaotic flow of people, Nie Li's eyes were a little confused, and the gates of the rivers and lakes were slowly opening to him.

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Wu Lin's grievances have returned.

The blood-colored rivers and lakes slaughter road,

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