"Haha..."

"Sure enough, it's a big ruffian, this ruffian is exactly the same as the Yuan Ye back then, it's hard to make people unrecognizable. ”

On the embankment, the fisherman returned to the fisherman's house, and only two wine idlers remained. While drinking wine, I watched the white dumplings chattering in the river.

The speaker, blind in one eye, has a rough voice.

Standing beside him was the white and handsome Jiu Shao, holding an iron ruler in one hand and a wine jug in the other, pouring it into his mouth.

Two ripples of wine spilled from the corners of his mouth, drunk heroically, as if to hide a trace of his sadness.

"Pong-dang..."

The wine was empty, and the wine ripples gradually wet the blue and white brocade clothes along his chin, and he casually threw away the empty bottle.

"Since I was a child, I have heard the old man in the dock say, when my father ordered and Uncle Yuan danced the gods, how the two fought in the north of Yueyang City for three months, how heroic they were..."

"Hah..."

Jiu Shao, picked up a pot of new wine from the stone pier on the side, and lifted the butter paper on the seal:

"When I saw it today, it turned out that Uncle Yuan was this virtue. ”

He said vaguely as he poured his wine.

"No, my dad was like this back then..."

The one-eyed bandit grinned awkwardly, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Young and frivolous... Back then, our little water thieves had been messing around with the old hooligans of Xia Village for so long, and we couldn't help but get caught up in some madness..."

"However, those little days back then were really wonderful. The Ninth Master took us boys and casually went to Yueyangmen. ”

"What kind of bullshit originator Chunyang Palace, Kyoto Xuanjia Forbidden Army, Tiangangwei's..."

"It's all rubbish! Who wouldn't be cut by us to cry dad and call mom?"

"What if..."

“...”

As he spoke, the bandit suddenly choked up, looking a little bitter, and looked at the shadow of the war boat that turned into a black spot:

"Hey..."

"It's just that there are so many in the world, if not..."

He also picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip of it:

"Later, the Ninth Master died, and the Yuan Master also died. Those brothers back then were left with dozens of our rotten lives to survive. ”

"It's not fun to think about..."

As he spoke, he suddenly changed his words and patted Jiu Shao on the shoulder.

"With that paper oath, the hatred of the ninth master, we old guys have no hope..."

"I have to wait for you dolls to grow up quickly..."

"Pong-dang!"

Jiu Shao emptied the wine bottle again in one breath and threw it away.

“......”

Night...

Broken wine bottles, the dregs of tiles on the ground, reflected in the moonlight.

Boats are moored along the river, candles are lit one after another, and cooking smoke is raised. Two endless golden wires from west to south gradually formed.

It's the night of a fisherman's house...

For decades, the people living on the edge of Yingshui have long been numb to such annoyances as strongmen fighting and water thieves dying the river.

Since the bandits, they have been hiding if they can, and if they can't, they have resigned themselves to their fate. Some people died, buried hastily, and cried. The next day, they will continue to live on the spot, or pack up their baggage, spend all their savings, and ask some dark people in the city to find a way to join the gang.

As for the idea of running away, they didn't dare to think of it.

The Southern Regions are tens of millions of miles in radius, and these mortals, even if they run for three generations, can't run half the distance. Not to mention that you will encounter strongmen like robbers in the green forest on the road.

This is the helplessness of the people...

The night is deep, and the stars are dim.

The moon covered half of his face with dark clouds, and it was not a quiet night.

The eagle roared in the sky and howled all night.

On both sides of Yingshui, Pingyang, Xiangyang, and Nanyang's 8,000-mile river section, fishermen on both sides of the river also strung together for a night.

With that big war boat, shoot out from Yuyang.

Up and down the Yingshui, eighteen consecutive rings are launched, and thousands of "dock" word war boats appear from the islands between the rivers, from west to south, breaking the waves of Yingshui for 8,000 miles.

Like a tiger descending from the mountain, swallowing thousands of miles.

Like nine days of thunder, it is extremely domineering.

The wind was galloping, and the blood stained a red silk.

The war boat is all the way, and the eagle is roaring. A violent whirlwind blew out, drawing two terrifying white waves, overturning the sleeping buildings on both sides of the strait.

The war boat was broken, and there was a wild roar. Drink through the sails of 100 hunters, drink the sinking of thousands of falling mercury swords, and drink thousands of "dock" boat rockets.

This night,

The great battle on the water did not take place in a few.

Some didn't even see the boat that Xiahou was on, and the battle was over.

squatted on the Yingshui River for days to guard the passenger sails, and on this night, almost all of them were overturned. Even if the big ship was lucky enough not to capsize, it was shot into a hedgehog and burned into black charcoal by the endless rain of arrows.

All of this happened in the middle of the night, in a blink of an eye.

In the 80 million miles of river section of the three cities, you can see broken wood and silver robes everywhere, and people and fish and shrimp splashing.

This, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like a battle, but more like the destruction and rage of the water thieves' side.

But, not surprising...

After all, this is the world of water thieves. For the Eighteen Rings, these pure yang landlubbers from the land are actually no different from lambs in the water...

The waves are rolling, and so is the wolf smoke

The sinking boat broke the sword and broke a thousand sails, and the water fell thousands of miles by the wind.

The rooster crows, and the night is just over.

Yueyang Ferry has long been cleared.

A warboat gradually stopped rudding.

Yueyang Tower,

Second and third floors.

"Report! Qixingmo left the banyan forest and entered the city, carrying one hundred and thirty carriages!"

"Report! Ask Tianlin to pass the official road of the Qing court, and bring a carriage for forty!"

"Report! There are resentful bandits robbing on Xiangyang North Road, and Xiangyang Chunyang is defeated!"

"Report! There are six water thieves in the Xianyang River section of Yingshui, and all the sails are sinking!"

"Report! The Tiger helped Yu Xiushan to protect the road, and the seven-star disciple carried the carriage for twenty, pass!"

"Report!" Sanwu water thieves are in ......"

“......”

Since last night, there has been a sudden increase in the number of people entering the building. The news is all related to the mountain bandits and water thieves breaking the road, or the seven-star disciples entering the city. The merchants who waited in the building overnight also became more and more happy with the increase of letter horses, and at the same time surprised and confused...

“...”

"There's a lot going on!

A wealthy businessman who had not slept all night and whose eyes were red and swollen said hoarsely:

"Eighteen chains, resentful bandits, tigers, southern crocodiles, and those groups of Heavenly Dao Alliance, this is almost all the bandits in the Southern Regions. How did you run out today......"

Another middle-aged man, who also hadn't slept all night, casually washed his face with tea and took over:

"It's just a bandit, mainly because even Jin Ye, the chief shopkeeper, has taken action, I haven't seen such a thing for many years..."

"This young man is not simple, as soon as he arrived in Yueyang, he overturned a bloody storm. Now it seems that he still has to lift up the entire southern region before he stops..."The rich merchant sighed.

"You say, is it possible that this young man has something to do with that military advisor twenty years ago?" asked a young man softly with some concern.

“......”

Quiet!

The young man's question was unanswered, and there was an eerie silence in the room for a while.

All the diners on the second floor, at the end of the conversation, looked at the young man's table in amazement, as if they were looking at a fool.

It's quiet, it's terrifyingly weird.

There was not even the sound of picking up vegetables

"Gollum..."

The room was quiet for a long time, and the young man was a little panicked. He swallowed slowly, and carefully continued:

"Because, he is also surnamed Xia ......"

"Dang!"

A bamboo chopstick vigorously struck the porcelain cup in front of the young man. A crisp sound interrupted his words.

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man sitting next to the young man, holding bamboo chopsticks, glared at the young man and said angrily.

"This..."

"Eat!"

The young man wanted to quibble about something, but the middle-aged man broke off angrily again, and his fierce eyes widened. Forcefully stuffed the young man's words back into his stomach.

Still quiet...

The rebuke didn't break the eerie silence, it just made people withdraw their gaze.

Because, as long as you have experienced the storm 20 years ago, you know that there are some topics that they can talk about at this level...

Be self-aware, especially a businessman...

The atmosphere seems to be contagious, spreading all the way upstairs to the eighty-first floor...

It's also quiet and at the same time very messy.

The food on the table in the room has been frozen out of the ointment, and more than a dozen empty wine jugs are discarded on the ground, and the yellowed vegetable residue vomit is paved all the way out of the corridor from the side room...

The monk was still standing in his position yesterday, but the Taoist had fallen to the ground drunk.

At this moment, the monk did not look at the Wentian Mountain, which was burned for most of the time, but carried a pot of new wine and looked at the drunk people.

The flask is slowly tilting...

Not drinking, but pouring.

"Spill...", the wine spilled on the Taoist's face.

"Ahh

An exclamation broke the silence, and the Taoist suddenly woke up, half a foot high.

"Stinky bald donkey, you're sick!"

After the Taoist got up, the first thing he saw was the monk carrying a pot and pouring wine. Suddenly he was furious, pointing at the monk's nose and scolding.

However, this monk's temper is really good, not angry, not happy or sad, only calm. He didn't speak, but with his hand holding the Buddha beads, he pointed to the ferry not far downstairs...

"Huh?"

The Taoist suppressed his anger and looked suspiciously at the monk's finger.

"Eighteen in a row!?"

When the Taoist set his eyes on the great war boat moored at the ferry, his drunkenness instantly retreated. The expression was exactly the same as when Zhou Jian met Xiahou yesterday.

Be surprised...

I saw that thousands of black-clothed people were busy getting up and down the big war boat, carrying them. The ferry port, which was cleared and expanded last night, was once again filled with large and small containers. The carriage, which had been waiting for a long time, pulled a full load of packages and drove to the west of the city...

Xiahou held a dog's tail grass in his mouth, tilted his feet and stuck his waist, and stood in front of the two predators, as if he was talking about something.

"It's... This..."

"Bald donkey, this... What's going on..."

The Taoist turned his head to look at the monk with difficulty and asked with difficulty.

His expression had changed from surprise to shock. Because he knew better than Zhou Jian the essence of the Seven Star Courtyard, as well as the true meaning of the black "dock" flag.

The monk remained silent. He looked at the big warboat, and then at the two predators. Immediately afterwards, his eyes followed the westbound carriage to the red-dyed mountain, as if to express something.

"You mean, this is the back hand of the ghost?"

At this moment, the emotions of the Taoist are very mixed, they are shocked, doubtful, and there is a trace of worry and joy.

He slowly turned his head back to the ferry, the ship still unloading. It's just that in the extreme distance of the Yingshui sky, the shadows of several warships can be faintly seen, and they are heading this way...

"It's... This... How is that possible?"

“......”

The monk patted the Taoist on the shoulder, and then pointed to the east, west, and south of Yueyang City.

The Taoist looked at it again...

"It's... This... Impossible, right?"

This time, in addition to his shock and doubts, he was more inexplicably excited.

Three thousand Yueyang, the east, west and south three gates are wide open. Countless Seven Star Wentian disciples poured in with the carriage, and countless black-clothed people split the packages on the carriage and delivered them to the fast horses waiting on the side, heading straight for the big mountain in the west of the city.

The mountain pass was full of horse-drawn carriages and fast horses. The mountain road closure has also been opened, and countless black figures have almost crowded the entire hundreds of feet of mountain road.

“......”

"Impossible..."

"Except for the orphanage of the Seven Stars, didn't the people who died in the war go to the Northland with the ghost plot. Even if the old ministers who are still in the court, who can escape that night twelve years ago...

Taking a step back, even though someone in the court escaped the catastrophe. However, who can have the courage to put their chips on the ghost scheme. ”

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

"Except for the Seven Stars, it is impossible for the rivers and lakes to have any more chess pieces for ghost schemes!"

For a while, Lao Dao's face changed rapidly, just like a hundred tastes in his heart.

It can't be calmed down for a long time...

“......”

"But, if there are really no chess pieces, then who is the person who made the move this time?"

“......”

"Could it be that there were still people who didn't make a move back then?"