In fact, where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes, and if there are rivers and lakes, there will be troubles, and my profession is to solve problems for others, my name is Luo Zhengxi, and my profession is a knife hand.

Living in this world, there will always be people you don't want to see and things you don't want to do. For example, if someone insults you, someone spoils your good deeds, someone owes you money and refuses to pay it back, someone blocks your way to get promoted and make a fortune, you will encounter such people and things all the time, you want to kill them, and you don't dare to kill them, or it is inconvenient to kill, but as long as you are willing to give a small amount of money, someone will be happy to help you.

Killing people is not an easy thing to do, but there are many people who are willing to take this risk in order to survive.

In the shadow of the wall outside the Liangcheng Inn, dozens of ragged and vegetable-faced knife hands were in a mess, among them were old men with sixtieth birthdays and young men, who were anxious and hungry waiting for their employers to come to the door.

There are a few months every year, as if everyone is unwilling to die, Luo Zhengxi has not received business for a long time, until noon that day, Ling Shuangshuang, who sells bean curd in the "Baijia Village" outside the town, beckoned to him-

When Ling Shuangshuang first met Luo Zhengxi, he was young, and the sun was warm that day.

The sky of Liangcheng is connected with the yellow sand, and the yellow sand is connected with the sky.

is on the edge of the sky, and Luo Zhengxi seems to come from the edge of the sky. He walked slowly down the long street, out of the darkness, to a sunny place, and then he smiled.

His smile was like a ray of sunshine that suddenly appeared in the yellow sand, very warm.

Under the sun, Luo Zhengxi has a white and clean face, a thin and tall figure, he looks very delicate, and his expression seems to have a little girl's shyness.

He had straw sandals, coarse cloth clothes, and in his bosom an ordinary steel knife without scabbard or ornamentation, and the most striking thing was the red silk scarf tied to the hilt, which was gently whisked in the breeze.

The knife was unsheathed, bladeless, and had little fame like its owner.

Ling Shuangshuang leaned on the flagpole of the inn, looking at the red silk scarf on the handle of the young man's knife, her eyes were more gentle than the starlight at night.

Anyone who walks in the rivers and lakes knows the person symbolized by the red silk scarf.

That person's name is Shang Song and Dance.

——The first swordsman in Beijing, Cai Xiang's son-in-law Shang Song and Dance!

Since the first war of "Wolf Mountain", the Beijing division and even the dyeing workshops outside the Saiwai have to dye all kinds of silk scarves red, because all the young children of the rivers and lakes have to tie a red silk scarf on their bodies, and if a teenager does not have a red silk scarf on his body, he will not dare to walk on the rivers and lakes.

The merry boy tied the red scarf around his wrist, and the brave boy tied the red scarf to the knife, but no one ever tied the red scarf around his neck.

No, there is, people, dare!

Because Shang Song and Dance tied a red silk scarf around his neck.

If you dare to tie the red silk scarf around your neck, even if Shang Song and Dance don't care, his followers will cut off your red silk scarf, along with your neck!

You can worship him, you can imitate him, but you must not offend him in the slightest!

Shang song and dance is business song and dance, and there will never be a second one. Not in the future, and not in the future!

Since the battle of "Wolf Mountain", Shang Song and Dance has become a hero in the minds of every boy in the rivers and lakes and an idol in the minds of every girl.

Of course, Shang Song and Dance is also a hero in Luo Zhengxi's mind!

So he used all his savings to build a steel knife in the blacksmith shop at the head of the village, he left the countryside where he had lived for generations, he wanted to break out of the world in the rivers and lakes, and he wanted to become a hero like Shang Song and Dance.

However, he forgot one thing, the hero will also go hungry.

Although he was far away, Ling Shuangshuang still heard the sound of his stomach "growling", he must be very hungry.

In fact, it is a very painful thing to go to the rivers and lakes, what is wrong with the heroes of the rivers and lakes? The heroes are also people, and they also want to make money to eat, you are not willing to go back to the countryside to cultivate the fields, and you are ashamed to rob the house, and you are even more ashamed to show up on the street performers, so how can you make money to support yourself? The heroes in the restaurant teahouse review do not have to work to walk the rivers and lakes, there is always endless money, those are all deceiving children; if you don't have money, you will be hungry, this is the simple truth.

"Are you looking for me?" Luo Zhengxi stood in the sunlight with a knife, as long as there was sunlight, he seemed to always be in the sun, and he would never go into the shadows.

In the middle of the day, the bright sunlight shone on Ling Shuangshuang's haggard face. Luo Zhengxi saw that although her hair was unkempt and her complexion was rough, she had a melon seed face, a pointed chin, a small mouth, very thin lips, two rows of thin teeth like broken jade, and a tear mole at the corner of her eye, like a rouge tear that wanted to drop.

Luo Zhengxi couldn't help but feel a move in his heart: "She should have been a girl from a big family before......"

"I want to find someone to kill Yuan Thirteen and avenge my father. Ling Shuangshuang bit her lip, and her resentful look was charming.

Luo Zhengxi said: "How much money do you pay?"

Ling Shuangshuang said: "My family is very poor, and I still have to sell bean curd for my husband to study, hoping that he can get a reputation in the future, and I only have nine yuan." She clenched a string of copper coins in her palm, and continued to bite her dry lip hard, biting the beads of blood.

Luo Zhengxi chuckled and said, "Frost girl, if you really have the heart to avenge your family, you have to raise enough money, you are not ugly, and your figure is not bad, if you are willing to come out and sell, there will be a three-year and five-"

Ling Shuangshuang categorically intercepted Luo Zhengxi's words, and she said loudly: "I won't do this, I will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not be sorry for my husband Liangyu!"

Luo Zhengxi shrugged helplessly and said, "Don't think that I have any intentions for you, you have to understand that revenge comes at a price, and no one will risk offending the notorious Yuan Thirteen without pay." ”

Ling Shuangshuang was silent, biting her lip tightly, with tears and stubbornness in her eyes.

There seemed to be a few knifemen in the shadows at the base of the wall looking this way, and even a few hungry eyes and floating feet had already tentatively approached this side.

"I took this order. Luo Zhengxi walked out of the sunshine, quickly took the string of copper coins in Ling Shuangshuang's palm, and turned around and walked into the inn.

Luo Zhengxi, who is growing his body, is very hungry, he has not eaten for two days, and nine yuan is enough for him to eat a full meal.

"Man, three steamed buns, a bowl of water, thank you. "Luo Zhengxi speaks very Sven and eats very Sven.

Steamed bread is three cents a piece, and water is free.

"Young man, you have to think about it carefully, Yuan Thirteen is terrible, is it worth taking your life for the sake of Jiuwen money?" Leng Beicheng looked at Luo Zhengxi in front of him, as if he saw himself in his youth in the mirror.

Sweeping the last few steamed bun dregs on the table into his mouth with his hands, Luo Zhengxi walked out and went to kill Yuan Thirteen.

- I remember that day was April 15th, sunny, windy, and the yellow calendar reads: The underground palace descends, and the good and evil in the world are determined. Leng Beicheng told me that today is a good day to kill people.

Luo Zhengxi carried a knife, held his chest high, held his head high, strode with a firm step, from the sunshine on the street to another piece of sunshine at the end of the street.