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At night, on the Yangtze River, a dragon boat moves slowly, the dragon's head is high, the dragon's tail is cocked, and the dragon's eye is reflected vividly by the dragon's head, not angry and self-assured. The three-storey building is laid on the keel, the slaves and maids on the deck are hurrying, and the delicacies and wines are constantly flowing into the building where the warblers sing and dance.

In the dragon boat building, the red carpet is spread out, and the warm basins are placed everywhere in turn, burning vigorously, warming the hall like spring. In the hall, the dancers dressed in light yarns danced with the silk and bamboo orchestra, and the secret place was about visible, and the young men present saw it, only to feel dizzy, dry mouth, and difficult to fill the desire.

On the upper seat of the hall, a gorgeous fox fur wrapped a noble son, he was about thirty years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, extremely handsome, but his face was extremely poor, his skin was fair, there was no blood, the angular corners of his lips were cold, and the unruly in his eyes could not be hidden, which brought this handsome boy a little evil.

On the warm chair where he reclined on the soft pillow, attached was a beautiful girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, less than the age of the hand, the noble son's left hand up and down on her, through the gauze clothes, extremely frivolous, she provoked her panting, her eyebrows were like spring water, her lips were tightly bitten by her teeth, and she did not dare to make a sound in reserve.

The upper seat went down in turn, and on the second seat sat a white-haired old man, who was wearing a thick blue coat covered by a blue coat, and his hat was pushed behind his head, dressed like a fisherman. The difference is that the old man is full of red light, and his eyes wander on the dancer from time to time, and he is a hundred times more energetic than the young man.

In other positions, there are people who are not children of rich families, or some people who are dressed in rivers and lakes and have a strong atmosphere, and at a glance they know that they are rivers and lakes with some stunts.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors. The noble prince clapped his hands, the silk and bamboo orchestra weakened, and the dancer slowly retreated behind the guests.

"Meng Dragon King raised his love, and the student was directly promoted to Daxiang, the student had nothing to reciprocate, so he could only prepare this small gift, and hoped that Master Huang would help the student transfer it to the Dragon King to show the student's heart. As he spoke, a maid had already brought the gift to the white-haired old man with a red lacquer plate.

The white-haired old man is on the dancing girl, and when the red lacquer plate arrives in front of him, he hurriedly picks up the red silk, only to see two short knives of more than one foot, with a unique shape presented in front of him, the double knife is unsheathed, shaped like a carp, engraved with the fish pattern of the ancient spectrum, the blade is sharp, the iron is sharpened like mud, the blade is like a cold pool, with a sense of coolness, and the end is a good knife.

When the white-haired old man saw these two fish knives, he stood up in surprise and said, "This... This... Could this be the legendary fish knife?"

As soon as Lao Suo's voice fell, the people in the entire hall were also stunned, and then exclamations, inhalations, and discussions were endless.

"Exactly. The noble prince drank with his right hand, continued to swim with his left hand, his voice was cold, and he lowered the noise of the discussion, and said with a smile: "This Qinggang holy relic is not easy to come by, but the students spent a lot of money to find it for the Dragon King." ”

"Good, good. The white-haired old man didn't care to answer, and stroked the knife with both hands, causing a shudder, and his excitement was fully revealed.

The fish knife, the saber of Fan Wen, the first gang leader of the Youth Gang in the past, was lost in the war and was only more than a hundred years old.

Fish knife, according to legend, Fan Wen was a slave in the sheep, caught two carp by the river, secretly hid it to prepare to steal food, but was found by the master, the master asked him to take out the carp, Fan Wen found an excuse to say that it was two whetstones, the owner did not believe it, after personally inspecting, it was two stones to believe him.

Fan Wen was very surprised to see the carp turn into stone, and noticed that there was iron in the stone, so he went into the mountain to smelt iron, forged into two short knives, and cut stones like reeds.

Lao Su carefully put away the two short knives, and arched his hand: "Son, don't worry, Childe's mind will be brought by Childe." ”

The noble prince thanked him, and saw a gray-clothed servant standing respectfully in front of the door of the hall, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Back to my son, someone asked to see me. ”

"Who?"

The gray-clothed servant paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "The monk who recites the scriptures." ”

The noble prince was stunned when he heard this, and at the end of his mouth the corners of his mouth were raised, and instructed the dancer: "Take all the distinguished guests down to rest, and you must serve the distinguished guests." ”

"Yes. The dancer bowed down and led Lao Su and the others down.

After the guests in the hall dispersed, the noble prince asked in a deep voice, "Did anyone see him on the boat?"

"Nope. ”

"Okay, please come here, guard the hall and don't let anyone else get close. ”

"Yes. ”

After the servant went down, the movements of the noble prince's hand accelerated, and when a gray figure flashed in the hall, the girl couldn't help it anymore, and a "bang" resounded through the hall, making the person pause. The woman's face was flushed, her body was as weak as mud, and she had no strength to lift her fingers.

"Naughty. ”

The noble son chuckled, handed the wet finger to the corner of the woman's mouth, and after she cleaned it up, he waved his hand to let his subordinates carry her away. The noble prince stood up, tidied up the corners of his clothes, stepped down from the main seat, and said with a smile: "Your cousin came to visit rashly, and I couldn't go out to greet you, and I hope to forgive my sins." ”

The noble son was half reproachful and half polite, and did not annoy the visitor, who just arched his hand and said, "Anonymous to meet the son." ”

Hearing the name of the person, the noble son's reproach took a break, and the anonymous life was like thunder, and it was rumored that he looked extremely ordinary, and ordinary people had seen few words to describe his face. The noble prince is dressed in the gray clothes of a servant, and he is about thirty years old, and there is no other characteristic of him, and even if he is seen, he will not be able to recognize him as a person from Cananliu.

"Please. The noble prince invited the anonymous to sit down, and said: "The last time I saw the Buddha, I didn't know the true face of Lushan, just a monk who chanted the scriptures, and now I think it's a pity, I don't know why the Buddha sent Mr. to come this time?"

"Nothing. The anonymous name was not debunked, and his voice was featureless, and he said softly: "Some time ago, the Buddha heard that not far from Gusu City, there was a disciple of my cousin who was killed, and the Buddha sent me to ask the son, do you know about it?"

After lifting the teacup, the noble prince stopped, and said with a smile after a while: "It's just that I sent someone to do some convenient things, and Lord Lao Fu bothered." ”

"It's not that the god of labor is enough, it's just that the Buddha agrees with what the son did, I don't know if there is still the possibility of cooperation?"

Hearing this, the noble prince leaned back on the Ermine Qiu warm chair, his fingers lightly tapped on the tabletop, and he thought for a while before he spoke: "How can I trust you?"

"The restaurant caught fire that year, but the shopkeeper's daughter was still alive. "We can get rid of her." ”

"Are you threatening me?" the noble boy smiled disdainfully, "Do you think I'm afraid?" ”

"Nope. "We are showing our sincerity." Behind him stood the entire Medicine King Valley, and Childe had to understand that the skinny camel was still bigger than the horse, not to mention the Medicine King Valley. If you want to deal with him, I'm afraid that the strength of the Childe family alone is far from enough. ”

"Don't say it. The noble prince suddenly waved his hand to stop him, and said: "The Southern Dynasty and the Shadow Hall are incompatible, and a certain must not betray the king, and I hope that Mr. will go back and tell the Buddha." ”

Anonymous was unmoved, staring at the noble son indifferently.

"However," the noble prince's tone changed, and he said, "I don't know if I can help the governor of Pontus to eradicate the bandits, help the community, and do his best for the king?"

Hearing the song and knowing the elegant meaning, the anonymous stood up and arched his hand: "Jia is disrespectful, and he is willing to make contributions to the governor." ”