It is a lonely town next to the edge of the mountains.

Translucent.

Cold River.

The mountains of Cui Wei in the distance are like statues of ancient demon gods, making this cool autumn night look very solemn.

In the square not far away, the blazing fire completely burned a group of dead Shaohua girls to ashes.

These were women who had fallen into the water and died, fished out of the Sun River by their clansmen, and were performing some kind of farewell ceremony for the dead.

The shrine maidens had runes painted on their faces and danced around the firelight, praying for the early ascension of these innocent children to heaven.

But more villagers have deep fear in their eyes.

And there is a stark gap with this scene, not far from the wooden house where the mayor of the town, a handsome young man wearing leather boots and carrying a longbow and sword scabbard, about seventeen or eighteen years old, is still a little childish, and is walking out of it sonorously.

With every step the boy took, the planks under his feet creaked and creaked.

It wasn't until the boy came to the sign in the courtyard that he took off the yellowed parchment and read a line carefully, and a sneer gradually appeared on his serious face.

"Wanted - Wanted, Water Ghost. Crime: Homicide. ”

Although the deerskin jacket worn by the young man looks a little greasy, he has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, which gives people a feeling of freshness and confidence.

However, in addition to these, the teenager also has a special temperament, that is, "frivolous".

This kind of frivolity is different from the frivolity of young people, but because it is obviously young, but it pretends to be sophisticated.

The young man pinched his chin thoughtfully: "Reward silver: kill an adult water ghost, and reward ten silver beans." Tsk, I didn't expect this riverside town to be really rich. Tomorrow morning, I'll catch ten and eight water ghosts. Hey hey ......"

This young man is Yi Shaocheng.

Yi Shaocheng is not a local, he is from the Han Celestial Dynasty and is a "Kyushu swordsman". Perhaps to hone his skills, or perhaps to find something, he left his hometown and traveled north and south to visit famous teachers. Not long ago, I decided to go further, so I went all the way south, through the deep mountains and forests, and up the river to get here.

"Eight out of ten? Hey, as long as you can kill one and bring the corpse, I'll give you silver beans." ”

Yi Shaocheng looked back, only to see a rickety old man with no good face, his gray beard was tied into a few braids, looking at Yi Shaocheng's young face, he was also extremely disdainful.

"You ......"

"Mayor Mare. ”

"Oh~ It turns out that you are Uncle Meng, fortunately. ”

At the end of that wanted notice, the name of the person under the order was marked, and it was this Uncle Meng. It's just that Yi Shaocheng looked at the old man's clothes that were more worn than him, and when he looked at the amount on the list, he was a little unconvinced. People are old and fine, Uncle Meng knows what Yi Shaocheng is thinking without looking at it, grabs a handful from his pocket, and spreads his clenched fist in front of Yi Shaocheng's eyes.

Yi Shaocheng was stunned, his disbelief disappeared, and his eyes straightened.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, but Uncle Meng clenched his fist and stuffed it into his leather pocket: "I said that Nawa in the Central Plains, there are still a group of good night hunters in our town, they can all help you, only if you kill the water ghost and bring the corpse, these are yours." ”

Yi Shaocheng smiled and said, "I just want to see the ...... color."

"I also went to the Central Plains when I was young, and I know a sentence that is the most suitable to describe you Central Plains people, geese plucking feathers, and beasts leaving skins. ”

"Then you still want me, a native of the Central Plains, to take over the job?"

Uncle Meng ignored Yi Shaocheng's words, which was nothing more than to pave the way for the next price increase, and spread his hand again, a few white silver beans rolled in the palm of his hand, and Uncle Meng said: "The silver beans of our Dian Kingdom are better than yours, are they in better condition?"

Yi Shaocheng rolled his eyes at the night, then turned his face and forcibly squeezed out a harmless smile.

"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness. But Ben Shao has always been a loner, so he doesn't need any helpers. ”

Yi Shaocheng didn't believe in this, now in this year, it is not so easy to find an errand to catch water ghosts. As for what a water ghost is, Yi Shaocheng has no experience, let alone seen it, anyway, he is poor and crazy now, no matter what kind of demon and monster it is......

"You Han people often say that you can fly in the sky, but what you see is crawling on the ground, so I can't believe too much of what you say. I know so. Uncle Meng, the mayor of the town, took back the silver beans in his hand and stuffed them back into his pocket, and experience told him that the Han people, whether they are old or young, are foxes on the turf and cannot be trusted.

Uncle Meng looked at the sacrificial square hundreds of zhang away, those sacrifices and the families of the victims were all troublesome. He shook his head, muttered to himself what Yi Shaocheng didn't understand, and went into the house alone, as if he was still a little sullen.

Yi Shaocheng patted his face and made the whole person sober up.

"In my opinion, these water ghosts should be water monkeys, and they may not be so scary. ”

Smiling, Yi Shaocheng returned to the mayor's wooden house, lit a wax torch, spread out the map he carried with him, and began to study it.

Judging from the map, Yi Shaocheng is now in the lakeside town of the Nanyuan tribe of the Great Dian Kingdom.

The Dian Kingdom was a state established by ethnic minorities in the southwest of the Han Dynasty. Among them, the Nanyuan tribe is one of the 36 tribes of the Dian Kingdom, and this lakeside town is the place closest to the Han nationality of the Nanyuan tribe.

Therefore, the commerce and trade of Lakeside Town is relatively developed, mainly exporting tea and salt in exchange for gold, silver and spices.

Knowing this, Yi Shaocheng naturally circled out a complete map in his mind - to the east, is the Han Heavenly Kingdom from which he came, which can be described as a rich country and a strong people. But behind the prosperity there is a great emptiness, the government and the opposition giants wrestle with each other, and the various forces involved merge and encroach on each other, and even the sects of the Qing cultivation outside the world have been affected.

This kind of ripple is not as simple as passing by, what it really means...... Destroy the door!

Some memories that cannot be forgotten.

There is even more hatred, which must be repaid!

No matter what the price is, whether the mountains and rivers collapse or kill yourself, this kind of hatred, he Yi Shaocheng must repay it!

Those memories in his mind, he sealed it and didn't dare to touch it, and every time he touched it, he felt a heart-rending pain, and those were the circumstances when the sect was exterminated.

Loved ones in the past, but now, does anyone still remember?

No!

None of them!

As a disciple of the extinct sect, he is not well-known and wanders in a foreign land, so he can only secretly bury this memory in the depths, and he does not dare to reveal his identity easily.

Yi Shaocheng didn't dare to think about it anymore...... He closed his eyes with a pale face, took a deep breath with a shudder, and then let out a long sigh before closing the map, his slightly reddish eyes looking into the night in the distance.

After a long time, the hesitation and sadness on the young man's face gradually turned into perseverance.

"Let the mountains and rivers be far away, and go into exile. But sooner or later, I will kill back, master, master, and Sister Yun'er, I must avenge you!"

He wiped his face with his sleeve, and after calming down, his usual cynical expression returned to his face.

"Uncle Meng, Master, I'm going to catch the water ghost. You have silver beans ready, and not a single one is missing. Also, don't forget, prepare a few catties of soju, and when I return, drink with me!"

Yi Shaocheng said loudly to the inner room, and the whole person slipped out of the mayor's hut like a loach in an instant and disappeared into the vast night.

After hearing the voice, Uncle Meng walked out with a lantern, looking left and right to find no one, as if there was something unspeakable, and his face suddenly became anxious.