Xiangyang City,

The sunset is like blood, shining on the city wall is golden,

There was a down-and-out man,

There's a knife,

The knife is an ordinary-looking black fine steel knife,

Golden-brown dragon head handle,

Looks old and deep,

The hand holding the handle of the knife is a double stable hand.

Anyone can see that these hands can easily take anyone's life under any circumstances.

And his eyes were very hazy, as if he could never wake up.

He held a knife in one hand and a wine jug in the other, and the wine poured into his throat continuously.

He had been drinking from noon until dusk, and no one knew how much he had drunk.

He drank and walked,

Whether it's in the downtown or on a remote street corner, where there is him, there is wine.

In the downtown area, he staggered and drank, and on the street corner full of pits and leftovers, he lay down and drank.

When he first arrived, people looked at him in amazement, but when they saw his cold knife, they couldn't help but get goosebumps on his body.

Who he is, no one knows, as if forgotten by the world, no one knows his name, background, and origin.

Gradually, people took him less and less, and once he went to the tavern to drink, and he had no money to pay the bill, and was beaten out by the tavern guys,

Another time he went to Lai San's house to beg for a bowl of water to drink, and was scolded by Lai San's daughter-in-law.

Whether a person is down, or has some hardships,

As long as it gets to this point, it's not always very good,

But if a once brilliant person loses all his honor, status, and even family,

I'm sure you won't be much happier than him,

He was once brilliant,

Like the rising sun,

was once a famous figure in martial arts,

Luoyang Golden Knife King, Fu Heng.

Autumn leaves Xiao killing, Hangzhou;

The Southern Dart Bureau recently lost a dart, and it is said that the silver is a full 100,000 taels of gold.

This dart was robbed very bizarrely, not only the dart silver disappeared mysteriously, but even the chief dart head of the Southern Dart Bureau, the flying fox, was also mysteriously missing.

and the thirty dart masters with unique skills and superb martial arts also disappeared mysteriously, and all clues about this dart were gone.

Everything seems to have evaporated from the world, and what is even more bizarre is that this time I don't even know who the employer who commissioned the bodyguard is.

Because the employer never showed up, he just entrusted the local million miles to take full responsibility for the dart.

Million miles is a very famous local pawnshop owner, he is rich, powerful, and powerful,

He's in this not-so-small town, and he's a man with a head and a face.

He smacked his lips, and his fat face always had an expression that no one else could fathom.

According to him, the person who entrusted him with the dart was an employer who he had never even met, not only had he never seen the face of the employer, but he had never even heard the voice of the employer, but he could feel the glory and dignity of the employer, and even had the royal atmosphere, because after all, he was a person who had seen the world, and he could be very sure of this from the slaves of the employer or the clothing and clothing, and the exquisiteness of the meal.

Because the employer invited him to meet in an ordinary restaurant, the employer passed the note to him through the screen and gave him five thousand taels of silver.

As for the dart silver, at the third watch in the morning, the head of the money dart board who was still asleep, the flying fox was awakened by a strange sound, and the people in the rivers and lakes are always very sensitive to all kinds of sounds, especially the master of the flying fox undefeated, he received a note sent in by the dart.

Then the flying fox undefeated got up and chased out, the other party was a foreign master of light skills, like a flying swallow flew out of the high wall gate of the dart game, and when the flying fox chased out undefeated, the person was gone, disappeared in the long market at the beginning of dawn.

And the whole thirty boxes of 100,000 taels of gold and silver in the dart board have disappeared.

At the crossing of the Yangtze River, the smoke is misty, the vast river surface is clear and cold, and some fishing boats are rocking in twos and threes.

Gray sky, gray river.

The low reeds seemed to hide a terrifying monster, and when the wind blew, the reeds swayed in a black shadow.

There was a fishy smell wafting from the river, revealing a hint of coldness.

At this time, a scholar named Chen Sheng was ferrying from Suzhou to Jinling, and had been on a night journey, his forehead was oozing with fine sweat, his eyelids were very heavy, yawning, looking at the cold river.

A passenger boat came slowly from a distance, and the scholar looked at it and found that there were already twenty or thirty people sitting on the passenger ship, including rich people, farmers, knights with swords, and beautiful women

A delicate woman, and a few men with scars on their fierce faces.

The boatman stopped his oars and shouted: "On the shore, there are scholars who went to Jinling to catch the exam. The voice is loud

Chen Shengdao: Exactly, it is troublesome for the boatman to dock the boat to take Xiaosheng on the shore

The boatman smiled innocently, rocked the oar, and moored the boat to the shore: Come on.

Chen Sheng got on the boat, found that the boat was a little crowded, everyone squeezed, let go of an empty seat, Chen Sheng sat down, there was a woman who looked like a fairy, he had never seen such a beautiful woman, curved willow eyebrows, a pair of clear and bright eyes, faint pink red lips, very quiet, it was simply a fairy.

Chen Sheng looked around and found an old woman sitting in a corner, desperately trying to cover herself with shabby and dirty clothes, trembling all over, coughing from time to time, everyone else distanced herself from her, seemed to be particularly disgusted with her, she coughed violently, and the businessman beside her frowned

Slapping the clothes on his body.

The boatman used a bamboo pole to slower the boat off the shore and slowly row into the deep river.

The wind on the river was stronger, the fog was heavier, and the scenery by the river became more and more distant and blurred.

The atmosphere in the black tent is secretive, surprisingly quiet, and everyone has their own thoughts.

Chen Sheng had been on the night road, sleepy, and drowsy, but at this moment he became very awake.

I saw Fu Jia gently touch it on the jade saka with his little finger, and a small hidden weapon, a small needle, had already been issued.

No one saw it, everyone saw it.

Because the needle was already in the hand of the fairy-looking woman next to Chen Sheng, between the index finger and the ring finger, such a fast speed could catch the speed of lightning.

Her eyes were cold, and she didn't look at the rich merchant.

said lightly: Tangmen Hu Laosan, good at making "one shot kills".

As he spoke, his hand flashed and there was a grunt. Hu Laosan fell into the river.

Several scarred men on the boat got up and took out shiny, cold machetes from their baggage: Kunlun Nine Knives.

With a tiger's back and a wolf's body, Chen Sheng pinched a cold sweat for the woman.

The woman smiled indifferently and smiled enchantingly: The four knives of Kunlun have died in the hands of the little girl, let you nine brothers have a reunion today.

The woman flew up from her seat, her clothes fluttering, and with a "swoop", a soft sword appeared in her arms, and the sword went straight through the steel knife of the scarred man, stabbing the throat, and pieces of blood splashed.

In the blink of an eye, the woman had pierced the seventy-seven forty-nine swords, and the four scarred men seemed to have been pierced one by one, and there was blood

Splash.

The soft sword in the woman's hand, Jian Feng, pointed at the last scarred man, and the scarred man trembled all over, kneeling down and begging for mercy.

The steel knife in his hand fell to the ground.

The woman walked up to the scar man and licked the blood on the sword with her mouth, and the scar man knelt on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to raise his head, and muttering in his mouth: The woman spares her life.

The woman gently lifted the face of the scarred man with her hand, and kissed the scarred man's forehead lightly with her lips, and in the game of life and death, the scarred man fell into intoxication due to stimulation and excitement. The woman raised the soft sword with both hands and stabbed it hard, the sword pierced the Baihui acupoint, and stabbed the body of the scarred man with the hilt of the sword, the face of the scarred man was distorted by pain, and when the sword came out of the body, bright red blood gushed out along with the brain.

Kiss of Death.

Chen Sheng saw such a bloody scene and began to gag, while the people on the boat were expressionless and ignored.

The woman returned to her seat and sat down, her face very quiet.

Chen Sheng was still thinking about the woman's beauty just now, and at this moment he was frightened by the sword in the woman's hand, and tried to twist his body and try to stay away from the woman as much as possible.

Suddenly, an old monk got up from a very remote corner: Amitabha, since the monk has gone to the ghost mother crossing, he will not die, and please give advice.

After speaking, he waved his palms and hit the farmer directly, the farmer was caught off guard, and was struck out by the monk's palm, and the whole person was like a flowing fire, breaking through the canopy, flying out of the cabin, and falling into the rolling river.

Suddenly, a few pairs of eyes flashed on the boat, and the monk's eyes were closed, and he said: The monk killed the wrong innocent.

After saying that, he sat on the ground, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. At this time, a ragged beggar jumped out of the corner, touched the old monk's snort with both hands, and said in pain: The Zen master died by cutting off the meridians.

At this time, the beautiful young woman holding the baby in her hand also slowly got up, walked to the old monk and said:

Knowing that the Zen master is easy to go, the younger generation Huashan Ye Shuang. After speaking, he bowed his head and saluted, and his face was full of grief.

A woodcutter couldn't hold it back, jumped in the middle of the canopy boat and shouted: I am in ruin, the Snow Mountain Sect is ruined, the eldest husband dares to act, why hide his head and show his tail, there is a kind of ghost mother crossing You will have a big battle with me.

At this time, the sword-wielding knight's sword flashed, and Yin fell to the ground, blood flowing.

The sword is like a meteor, and the meteor swordsman is cold.

The young woman and the beggar made a move at the same time, and the cry of the baby in her hand stopped abruptly, because the young woman's sword pierced the baby, stabbing the meteor sword coldly, and the beggar couldn't defend against the sword in his sleeve.

However, the young woman's sword was still an inch away from Leng Yan, and Leng Yan's sword had entered the young woman's throat.

And the flying sword in the beggar's sleeve was caught by Leng Yan with his legs, and the next moment, Leng Yan's sword stabbed the beggar's throat again.

Meteor Sword, the fastest sword in the world.

Huashan Ye Shuang, the Nine Bags Elder of the Beggar Gang, Wu Longhai, could not have imagined that he had deceived the eyes and ears of the world, but he could not deceive the cold eyes of the Meteor Sword.

Leng Yan opened the two of them and Yin's tattered clothes, and everyone on the boat was very different, and the three of them actually had ghost mother skeleton tattoos on their backs.

The sword is cold, and the river water is cold.

The blood that flowed out was hot, and the blood flowed into the river along the edge of the boat, red and bright, like a peony flower in full bloom.

Meteor Sword Leng Yan couldn't have imagined that the old woman behind him, who was not good-looking, and was coughing sickly, would make a move, and it was so fast.

The old woman's weapon was an extremely sharp iron pestle, and the iron pestle pierced Leng Yan's back into her heart, and her heart was cold.

Leng Yan turned his head and looked at the old woman: You.

Before he could finish speaking, he fell.

The old woman let out a cold smile: I am the ghost mother of the ghost mother.

At this time, the Zen master who had fallen on the boat suddenly stood up, with a smug smile on his face: Amitabha, Lao Gudu.

There was a sound of horror in the black canopy, and no one could have imagined that the ghost mother was two people, one of whom was a senior monk of Shaolin Temple.

At this time, five heroes stood up on the cabin, one with sword eyebrows and eagle eyes, holding a three-strand fork, one with thin eyebrows and tender eyes, holding a paper fan with Su Dongpo's inscription, and one with a wandering gaze,

The head is bright, the fat head is big, and the golden abacus is in hand, the one is half-covered, and the eyes are full of heroism, and the silver snake sword is in hand, and the other is full of long hair, and the majestic is holding a gold-ringed machete.

The cabin was dark, and they were inconspicuous when they were hiding in the corner just now, but when the weapon was revealed, they knew that they were masters.

The ghost mother let out a long roar in shock, and the iron pestle in her hand had pierced into the heart of the sword-eyed eagle-eyed man, and the three-strand fork in the sword-eyed eagle-eyed man's hand fell to the ground.

Wataru had already made a move at this moment, and he made a set of palm techniques to suppress the attack of the other four. What a quick move, what a quick palm.

Blood flowed from the corners of the sword-eyed eagle-eyed man's mouth, and he looked at the ghost mother with disbelieving eyes, looking at the ugly, terrifying and disgusting face of the ghost mother, a face full of wrinkles and so shriveled that he could barely see his facial features, no one dared to believe that this was a human face.

The sword-eyed eagle-eyed man said intermittently: A few moves.

"One move".

The sword eyebrows and eagle eyes smiled, smiling like the crescent moon of the starry night.

He would never believe that someone in the world ended his life with a trick, if it weren't for his high spirits and full of self-confidence, how could he not participate in this plan to encircle and suppress the ghost mother and regain 100,000 taels of gold, then now he is still sitting on the snow-white fox chair of the Haisha Gang, looking at the deep blue sea with lazy eyes, the endless sandy beach, the tides, and the sunset and sunset.

There is no if, and when the iron pestle leaves his body, all these possible things become impossible.

The Hawkeye King is dead, but it's just one move.

The other four were suppressed by the palm of the Zen master.

The ghost mother freed her hand, and the one-foot-three-inch iron pestle was a life-killing weapon.

Holding a golden abacus in his hand, Song Jinfo, the owner of Yandang Mountain in Wenzhou, who lived like Maitreya Buddha, looked around, knowing that he was not an opponent, he jumped into the Yangtze River, and his body disappeared in the water in an instant.

The long-haired man holding the gold-ring machete struggled to cut a knife towards the Zen master, this knife has been practiced repeatedly for decades, cut eight knives, none of them missed, called "Mount Tai cloak chop", the knife flashed, the knife was like a wind, only listen to the sound of the knife, no knife shadow, blood splashed. Under the golden ring machete, the fist of the Zen master has penetrated the chest of the man with the golden ring machete, and no one can see clearly how the Zen master dodges this fatal knife, but this Shaolin iron fist has the power of a thousand jun, and the man with the golden ring machete has all his internal organs, and flies out like a straight line and falls in the Yangtze River.

Holding a folding fan, is the owner of the Suzhou fan door Murong Yu, people like jade carving, white skin, like a woman, but the heart is like a poisonous scorpion, the hand is vicious, known as the scorpion fan.

The scorpion fan is the first wonder soldier in the martial arts, the fan is like the wind, the wind kills people, and those who have seen Murong Yu kill people will not believe that anyone in the world can kill Murong Yu.

Murong Yu had a faint smile on his face.

The Zen master clasped his hands together, and his face was also smiling: presumably it was the Suzhou Fan Gate that was holding the folding fan

's Murong Gongzi.

Murong Yu nodded with a smile.

I heard that there are 3,000 disciples of Suzhou Fanzimen, who dominate the Jianghuai area, destroy no less than 100 large and small gangs, and kill tens of thousands of enemies. Sold the female dependents of the destroyed sect to the Qinglou, and once heard that Qin Huai was a beautiful prostitute, half of which came from the fanzimen

Murong Yu had a smile on his face, and smiled proudly: Not bad.

Clearly: The Ghost Emperor Gate has gone through thousands of years since the Three Kingdoms of Shu and Han, and in my hands, it is already the seventeenth generation of heads, thinking that Duan Wuya, the ancestor of the Ghost Emperor Gate, fought Guan Yu that year, and the Ghost Emperor Gate was full of masters, Duan Wuya was seriously injured and fled to the Western Regions, and devoted himself to practicing Shangqing Imperial Qigong and founding the Western Regions Tantra. Chen Mingzong, the second disciple of his subordinates, took advantage of his unpreparedness, fled back to the Central Plains and founded the current Ghost Emperor Gate, and confronted the Central Plains martial arts, which has been counted for thousands of years. There are eight rudders and seventy-two sub-altars, and if Murong Gongzi's fan door is willing to return to the ghost emperor's gate, then the owner of Jiangsu's rudder is Murong Gongzi.

Murong Yu smiled on his face, and said lightly: Murong Yu is used to doing his own thing, I am afraid that the Zen master is wrong to love.

With a smile on his face, he looked at the sky in the distance: Then Murong Gongzi may never see the sunrise again.

By this time, the sky was already fainting.

Murong Yu's face sank, and the folding fan in his hand flew over like a gust of wind, and he knew that the true qi in his body was condensed, and the palm technique in his hand formed a Taiji circle. The two fought together, flew out of the awning, fought on the water surface of the Yangtze River, the two stepped on the water of the Yangtze River, the body shape changed very quickly, originally on the left side of the awning boat, and then went to the right side of the awning boat in an instant, the fight was inseparable, the strange phantom, like two lightning bolts.

The people on the ship were dumbfounded, who would have seen such a profound martial art.

The Ghost Mother held an iron pestle in her hand, her eyes sharp, ready to deliver her fatal blow.

The masked man next to her was armed with a silver serpent sword

staring at the ghost mother, the ghost mother's face was panicked, her chest sank and sinked, and she was panting.

Gradually, fine beads of sweat oozed from Murong Yu's forehead, and his eyes looked towards the canopy boat from time to time.

He was waiting for the Flying Soul to snatch the Spirit, the Devil Cry Wolf Howling Sword.

It's a pity that until his internal strength was exhausted, he was hit hard by the Tianling Gai, the Yangtze River splashed, and his whole body reached the bottom of the Yangtze River, and he didn't expect that sword.

Calmly flew back to the awning boat, the masked man holding the silver serpent sword had an earthy gray face, they had lost, and the ghost mother had won the final victory.

Xie Mo, the swordsman of Jinyun Immortal Capital Peak and the heir of Divine Sword Villa, let out a long sigh.

The sky is like the divine light of the road descending on the earth, the fog on the river surface dissipates, the earth is full of vitality, and the Jinling city with many palaces and pavilions is close in front of you.

When he was proud, the woman next to Chen Sheng stood up, her white clothes fluttering, still a sharp soft sword.

The ghost mother smiled and said, "Leave it to me."

When the ghost mother used the heart pestle, she suddenly felt a cold behind her, and the boatman who was holding the boat was standing behind her unconsciously, the ghost mother turned around and struck a blow like lightning, the pestle stopped in mid-air, her wrist was held by a strong hand, she gritted her teeth, but she couldn't move, the boatman pushed lightly, and the iron pestle fell to the ground.

The ghost mother struck three moves in a row, and the moves were the heart-destroying palms that the ghost mother was best at, but they were gently dissolved by the boatman's palm.

The boatman moved slowly, struck out a palm, the palm was like cotton wool, but the ghost mother had no power to parry, no one believed that the unfathomable martial arts of the ghost mother could not even take such an ordinary palm, but after the ghost mother was hit by this palm, she was like a thousand mountains pressing down, and the meridians of her body were broken, and she took a few steps back, fell to the ground, and spit blood in her mouth.

The boatman said: This palm name is a great understanding of the mercy of the suffering, this palm can get rid of the evil fate on your body, the so-called origin and fall, thousands of flowers fly away, good beginnings and good rewards, I hope you will follow the flow of good in the future, for good deeds.

The ghost mother nodded.

He sneered: Hugh is playing tricks in front of me.

The boatman said: The Zen master should know the two heavenly swords.

Said with a smile: I know, Xiao Li Flying Knife and Fenglin Knife.

The boatman also smiled and said, "The Zen master should also know a sword on the ground."

Ran had never heard such an interesting joke, and the smile on his face became even brighter: I know, Feipeng Sword, but I have seen Huo Dapeng, you will not be him.

The boatman smiled: Of course not, the Zen master should have heard that there is a kind of dog in the world that can distinguish good and evil in the world.

Ran laughed, laughed and bent over, feeling that the belly tendons hurt from laughter

:Know.

The laughter of the boatman is gentle: not afraid of fire.

Clearly: Don't be afraid of fire.

The boatman said: Not afraid of water.

Clearly: Not afraid of water.

The captain sighed: "It seems that you really don't know.

Ran's face turned pale instantly: The shepherd dog hurriedly turned around to leave, and there was a splash in the water, and a vicious dog with teeth pounced out of the water and pounced straight at Ran。。。。。

Jinling Ferry, thick fog, look lonely, sitting on the prisoner car, next to the mighty Imperial Forest Army in the capital, heading towards Jinling City, Hangzhou dart silver theft case was solved;

The shepherd dog is like a thick fog, which makes people guess, and the divine dog that leads him disappears into the thick fog, like a person who condenses in the thick fog, and then dissipates with the thick fog,

People only know that there is a shepherd dog in the six gates of the capital, who can solve all the big cases in the world.

As long as he appears, any big case will be solved, and any cunning murderer will obediently obey the law, he is a symbol of justice and justice, justice,

The world needs justice, it needs people like him, he doesn't need many people to know his appearance and identity, but who dares to challenge the discipline of the imperial court and commit a big case, such a person will always appear,

The shepherd, the shepherd can disguise, no one has ever seen his true face, and he ranks fifth on the weapon spectrum,

Chen Sheng, the woman with the sword, the silver snake sword Xie Mu looked at the prisoner car and gradually stood up, Chen Sheng felt a burst of pleasure, or joy, because he had two more friends, the woman was no longer so cold, Xie Mu had a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, he smiled happily, when everyone used their enthusiasm to infect others, then the world would be less hateful and more warm.

Wait for a restaurant in Jinling City to drink happily, friends are so warm, life is so beautiful, the sky is so blue, the future is full of hope, as long as you don't give up, everything is possible.