Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

The thick fog on the lake has purified the mountains and forests and small villages near and far into a dreamlike world. The old fisherman gently swayed the oar at the stern of the boat, making a brisk water sound. The waves overturned the clouds and Zhuo stood on the bow of the boat, a pair of drunken eyes melted together with the dense fog. After Zi Xixi's death, the only things in this world that can tempt him are the morning glow, evening fog, sunset and night moon, they are so able to elevate the mortal heart to the state of swimming with the sky and the earth. The fog was thickening.

The oars beat into the water rhythmically, pulling up whirlpools, turning away quickly, and then gradually disappearing. Lang Fanyun pointed to a piece of green bank in the far southeast that had melted away from the mist and was faintly visible: "Old man! What is that place?" A look of horror flashed across the face of the old fisherman and said: "That is the famous 'Misty Water Valley', there is only one narrow entrance, but the inside is very wide, full of shoals and floating islands..." Lang Fanyun wondered: "Since there is such a good place, why not row in and have a look."

The old fisherman sighed and said: "Guest officer, you don't know something. Ten days ago, the 'Xieyimen' issued a closure order, prohibiting any boat from sailing into the 'Misty Water Valley'. Violators will be killed without mercy, so even a yearning Those who fish there don’t dare to go in, alas!” A dense fog blew in, turning the Misty Water Valley into a confused white. Lang Fanyun's eyes flashed brightly, as if he had seen through the thick fog, as if he had seen through the eyes of the world, and snorted coldly: "Evil and different sect!" The old fisherman said: "The guest officer wears a long sword, and he is also a member of the rivers and lakes. You should know that evil sects are not easy to provoke."

Lang Fanyun said indifferently: "I don't have that kind of leisure either, old man, is there a place that sells wine nearby?" The old fisherman laughed and said, "Don't worry about his worldly affairs. I was drunk to relieve my worries. I didn't expect that the guest officer is a fellow. I have a large pot of homemade rice wine hidden in my boat. Would you like to taste it?" Lang Fanyun smiled and said: "I have already smelled it, and I am still wondering why the old man is so stingy and doesn't treat his friends with wine since he is a frequent visitor to the drunken town."

The old fisherman smiled so that the wrinkles on his face crowded together, and even his eyes were hidden. He reached out and took out a large wine jug under the bamboo mat at the stern. It was heavy, weighing at least ten catties, and he opened the lid , I poured two sips before handing it to Lang Fanyun. Lang Fanyun took it with one hand, and took three gulps without hesitation. The aroma of rice wine filled the boat. Lang Fanyun sighed: "Good wine!" The old fisherman was very happy and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that Lang Fanyun was listening. The old fisherman was amazed and looked around.

The thick fog was like a high wall, sealing them in another strange space. Can't see anything. Can't hear any particular sound either. Lang Fanyun said: "There is a boat coming, and the speed is still very fast, oh! Not good!" The old fisherman was stunned for a while before he heard the sound of "Huo Huo", which was the sound of the full sail trembling. The old fisherman had lived on the lake all his life and had rich experience in punting, so the long oar immediately shook quickly to avoid it. The boat glides smoothly for more than twenty feet. Suddenly, a huge boat on the left broke through the fog like a monster.

The hull of this ship is at least twice as tall as the average ship, so looking up from the small boat is as far away as looking up a high cliff. The sixteen sails on the huge boat were spread all over the ground, and in an instant they came within a distance of more than 30 feet to the right side of the small boat, and they were about to collide. The old fisherman was about to shake the boat away, but it was too late. Before the boat arrived, the surge arrived. The small boat is like a small leaf in the storm, thrown up by the wave front. Lang Fanyun snorted coldly, when the small boat rose to the highest point, he exerted strength with his feet, and the small boat slid aside along the waves, and moved four feet away from the channel of the giant boat in an instant, this was not purely due to foot strength, What's more important is the familiarity with the nature of the water, go with the flow, he was born on Nujiao Island in Dongting Lake, the familiarity with the nature of the water is rare in the world. The laughing stock of the world.

At the same time, the huge boat shook violently, miraculously, it veered in the opposite direction from where the small boat slid. Lang Fanyun wondered who is manipulating this huge boat. You must know that the way of sailing a boat is a profound knowledge, and each has its own school. This huge boat can suddenly change its course while sailing at full sail and full speed, which is beyond the realm of ordinary masters, so it is called Lianlangchuyun. Master Waterway's people couldn't help being surprised. Lang Fanyun gathered all his strength on the bottom of the boat, and followed the turbulent current at the bottom of the boat lightly and tightly. On the other hand, he swept his eyes towards the body of the huge boat to see if there were any special marks.

Just at this time. One of the cabin windows was thrown open and the curtains drawn. A flowery eyelid appeared in the window, and the beautiful eyes looked out at the waves and clouds. The two men met each other's eyes. Seeing Lang Fanyun's ugly face, the pair of beautiful eyes showed indifference at first, but then they brightened and flashed a strange look. Lang Fanyun's expression was shocked, and he let out a cry. The giant boat turned again and again, returned to the original channel, and headed straight for Misty Water Valley. The old fisherman shook the boat with a long scull, making the bow of the boat float against the waves, and shouted: "The God of the Sea has eyes, the God of the Sea has eyes!"

Lang Fanyun looked at the huge boat going away, and the monstrous waves in his heart had not yet calmed down. Even if he sees the beauty of the world, the rebirth of Xi Shi, and the resurrection of Bao Si, it will not make him feel moved. However, the face of the beautiful woman in the window, regardless of her demeanor and temperament, is eight or nine percent similar to his late wife Xixi, which taught him how to control himself. Seeing that he was silent, the old fisherman thought he was still in shock, and comforted him: "Guest officer! It's all right." The old fisherman's elegant words made Lang Fanyun very fond of him, since he left the Nujiao Gang, he and other people didn't have a hundred sentences in total, but there were a dozen or so sentences that he said to this old fisherman.Hearing this, he sighed and said, "Old man! You will not sell this small boat. I will give you three taels of gold, will you accept it?"

The old fisherman was stunned and said: "My small boat is only worth half a tael of silver at most, and three taels of gold is enough for me to live for several years. Sir, have you thought about it clearly? Besides, this boat is old and rotten, and it is useless for you to buy it, right?" !" Lang Fanyun smiled and said: "It's a deal! Even if the boat is old and rotten, as long as it can carry me to Misty Water Valley, it will have fulfilled its mission of existence." Han Bai walked briskly, from the inner courtyard to the front courtyard through the three-tiered courtyard forest. This was a break after lunch, and he didn't need to work. He loved to walk around when he was free. Outside the main entrance of the Han family mansion is a vast open space surrounded by high walls. At this time, several horses, a beautifully decorated carriage, and decorated saddles are all top-grade, and they are all engraved with different marks, showing that their owners are very special. than usual. However, one of the gray and black horses was very ordinary, just like ordinary farm horses. Compared with other horses, it was like the difference between a rich man and a poor family. Han Bai knew at a glance that among all the horses, this horse was the best. The honored guest that the brothers and sisters of the Han family spoke of finally arrived at the Han residence, but what kind of person is it? A hoarse voice sounded behind Han Bai: "Abo, what are you doing here?" Han Bai was startled, and turned his head to see that it was Yang Si, the second housekeeper. He was most afraid of seeing this gentleman's thin eyes embedded in his thin face, and felt disgusted in his heart. Yang Si is Mrs. Han's distant relative, and has always disliked Han Bai, especially because Han Bai has Han Tiande's trust and can freely enter and leave the inner courtyard, which makes him jealous. Han Bai knew that he was narrow-minded, and he was always respectful in front of him, which made it difficult for him to find an excuse to make use of it. Yang Si yelled: "Where have you been? The Eldest Young Master told you to come down. Young Master Ma Junsheng, Miss Ma Second and their friends are going to visit the arsenal after freshening up. Why don't you hurry up and get ready?" Han Bai was stunned. It turned out to be Ma Junsheng. This person's background is not trivial. Although he is only twenty-four years old this year, his seniority in the Jianghu is very high. Regardless of his status as the young master of the famous martial arts family "Majiabao" in Luoyang, it is just that he is a Shaolin Being the closed disciple of "Wuxiang Monk", one of the few remaining elders, is enough to make him valued by others. Besides, although he has only been in the arena for only three years, he handles things decently, and has participated in several major events in the arena. His outstanding performance made him stand out and become one of the leaders of the new generation of Baidao. For some reason, Han Bai felt uncomfortable as if his heart was being pressed down by a stone. He had heard praises for this comet-like rising martial artist from the mouth of the young master and miss of the Han family countless times. Needless to say, the expressions of fourth miss Lan Zhi and fifth miss Ning Zhi leisurely admiring Ma Junsheng, even Han Bai's second admirer Miss Huizhi obviously also has a secret heart for Ma Junsheng, which makes him very uncomfortable. It would be great if I could win their appreciation like Ma Junsheng, but the reality is cruel. Seeing him standing there like a dumb bird, Yang Si shouted angrily, "Are you deaf?" Han Bai jumped up in fright, and hurried back to the inner courtyard. The arsenal is on the east side of the martial field where Han Qingfeng and Han Xiwu competed just now. It has a rich collection and is quite famous in the Jianghu. Han Bai took out the key from his pocket and opened the giant lock on the big iron door of the arsenal. The iron door opened in response. He usually has a lot of leisure, and when he has time, he can add oil to the door hinge, so although the iron door is heavy, it is not difficult to push it open. The vast and deep space of the arsenal opened up in front of his eyes. More than a dozen rows of orderly weapon racks are intimidating. Knives, spears, swords, halberds, spears, axes, all kinds of things are dizzying. There are two chariots at the end of the arsenal, which are even more murderous and breathtaking. Han Bai lit sixteen lamps on the four sides, illuminating the sealed space. Thousands of sharp weapons flickered under the firelight, making people intimidated. In the middle of the arsenal, there is a three-foot-square space, where more than a dozen chairs and tea tables are placed, to try tea and discuss swords, which is a different mood. Han Bai was busy for a round, and after preparing famous local tea for the guests, the guests still hadn't arrived. His eyes wandered lovingly around. His main job in the Han Mansion was to take care of the arsenal. On the day when Lang Fanyun met, he went to the neighboring village to find the famous blacksmith there to build a new weapon rack. He also has very deep feelings for each weapon. Especially the "thick back knife" that was recently added to the arsenal. For some reason, every time his hands touched it, he had a very strange feeling. This knife is absolutely extraordinary, although it looks inconspicuous. Everyone in the Han family paid no attention to it. He really wanted to ask about the origin of the knife, but he didn't dare to say it. While thinking wildly, human voices came from outside. Thinking of Han Xiwu's face, Han Bai didn't dare to be negligent, so he hurried out of the door and stood aside. A group of men and women walked leisurely from the corridors built around the training ground. The leader is Han Xiwen, the young master of the Han family. Walking side by side with him was a man about his age, with gorgeous clothes and a handsome face. Gu Pan saw the posture of a dragon and a tiger in his steps, and he compared Han Xiwen to Han Xiwen. Han Bai thought to himself, isn't this the sound of Ma Jun?Compared with him, I am even more unbearable. No wonder the three young ladies of the Han family have bright eyes when they mention him. Apart from the brothers and sisters of the Han family, there was also a man and two women following behind them. Of course one of the women is Ma Junsheng's second sister Ma Xinying, but who are the other two? People came to the door. When Han Xiwen saw Han Bai, he said to the man beside him, "Brother Ma, this is Xiao Bai. He has lived in my house since he was a child and is in charge of the arsenal." Ma Jun's piercing eyes glanced at Han Bai, smiled slightly, and greeted him politely. Followed by the second miss Hui Zhi, the fourth miss Lan Zhi and a woman in yellow clothes, her face is quite beautiful, she is somewhat similar to Ma Jun's voice, needless to say it is Ma Xinying, the second miss of the Ma family. Her bright eyes turned around from time to time, talking and laughing happily with the man behind her, Han Bai was just like a lifeless wooden pillar to her. The man's character and demeanor were not inferior to Ma Junsheng's at all, no wonder he completely attracted Ma Xinying's mind. Everyone filed into the arsenal. When the man passed by Han Bai, he smiled politely, which scared Han Bai back in a hurry. On the other hand, Ning Zhi, who had always known each other because of his similar age, deviated from her usual friendly attitude and didn't even exchange glances with him, as if he no longer existed. A kind of self-pity and self-pity arises from the heart. At the end were Han Xiwu and another woman.Han Bai couldn't help being curious, and looked at her, just in time she also looked at him with a smile, which made him lower his eyes in fright, his heart beating wildly. He knew that he would never forget those beautiful eyes in this life. I have never seen a pair of eyes like that, and what the other person looks like is not important anymore. The pair of eyes looking into his eyes were endlessly clear, and what is especially exciting is that there is an indescribable peace and profoundness in them. After a long while, he saved his responsibility and followed the crowd into the arsenal. The woman's back came into view. She is slender and slender, with a straight waist, graceful steps, and impeccable elegance. What is particularly impressive is that she is dressed in coarse white clothes, but she has a sense of health and cleanliness that cannot be compared with Chinese clothes. A thought came to her mind, the only gray and black horse without gorgeous accessories must be her mount. She carried a long sword on her back. Like her people, simple and elegant. That must be a good sword, like hers. What Han Bai wanted most at this time was to see her face. Han Xiwen and Han Xiwu casually introduced the treasures on the weapon rack, and said as they walked, they came to the Taishi chair in the center of the arsenal and sat down separately. Han Bai hurriedly waited for everyone to drink tea. When he was pouring tea with the commoner woman, his hands trembled, but his eyes didn't have the courage to look at each other. When he was standing about five feet behind Han Xiwen, the woman happened to be sitting with her back to him, making him secretly hate that he didn't even have the courage to look at people. The woman's hair was black and shiny, tied on her head, with only an ordinary wooden hairpin going through it, but Han Bai felt that it was a thousand times more beautiful than the hair accessories worn by Miss Ma and the others. After a round of greetings, Han Xiwen said: "My father recently bought a Japanese sword with a lot of money. It is said to come from Japanese pirates who looted along the coast of Fujian. It has a simple and practical shape, which is very different from the style of the Middle Earth." Han Bai was very well-behaved, he quickly turned around and went to the weapon rack, fetched the Dongyang sword, and was about to pass it to Han Xiwen, when Han Xiwen gestured for him to hold it to Ma Junsheng. Ma Junsheng took the Dongyang sword. Vibrate the scabbard. "Clang!" The toyo sword popped out of its sheath as if it were alive. The blade gleamed, and under the firelight, swirl patterns loomed on the blade. The other man shouted: "The fruit is a good knife!" Ma Junsheng stretched out his hand to gently wipe the edge of the blade, and praised: "The blade is thin and firm, and the angle of the edge is subtle. If you can match the angle and strength of the knife, you will be able to achieve the highest speed of piercing through the air." Then he looked at the young man and said: " Brother Qinglian is a master of the direct descendant of the Changbai Sword Sect, I don't know how to deal with this kind of ruthless saber technique?" Han Bai thought to himself that the relationship between these two people seems to be more than that of friends, but they don't know why they came together. The young man named Qinglian nodded and said: "I have heard the master say that the Oriental sword technique is the most important speed and momentum, and life and death are judged within a few hits. If the people are not strong-willed, they will indeed be defeated after a few encounters." Heartbroken, defeated and killed." Ma Xinying interjected: "Since the Immortal God said it, it must not be wrong." Ma Junsheng frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Naimei's fawning over her. Han Bai has been fascinated by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he is very familiar with Jianghu affairs. When he heard that the Youth League was the apprentice of Changbai Immortal God, he immediately knew that the Youth League was surnamed Xie, and he was the son of Xie Feng, another master of Changbai. Compare. No wonder the two rooms are full of competition. Ma Jun turned to the woman who had been silent all this time and said: "Miss Mengyao is from 'Cihang Jingzhai', there must be some high-level lectures, can we learn from them." When he looked at the woman, his eyes unconsciously revealed The expression of admiration, without any concealment, shows that he is launching a frontal pursuit offensive against the other party. The jealous look in Xie Qinglian's eyes was fleeting. Miss Mengyao turned her head slowly, instead of looking at Ma Junsheng, she cast her pretty eyes on the knife. Han Bai finally saw her profile. There was a bang in the brain. There are such beauties in the world. The most attractive person is not the beautiful silhouette like the rain of spirits in the empty mountain, but the tranquil temperament that is as pure and unearthly as fireworks, which is completely incomparable to the Han sisters and Ma Xinying. Miss Mengyao said indifferently: "This knife has murderous intent!" Everyone stayed together. They focused on the form and application of the blade, but Miss Mengyao focused on the illusion of the blade. Han Huizhi exclaimed: "Sister Qin is really smart, because every time the knife is out of its sheath, I feel uncomfortable. It turns out that this is murderous intent, and my sister exposed it with one word." Ma Xinying snorted coldly: "The knife kills a lot of people, so it's naturally murderous." She glanced at Xie Qinglian and said that she was no worse than Qin Mengyao. Qin Mengyao smiled lightly, without making any fuss, without further explanation. Her voice was sweet and elegant, and Han Bai only wanted her to keep talking. It turned out that she was the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, which is also known as the holy place of martial arts along with Jingnian Zen. No wonder she has such a detached temperament.Unexpectedly, within two days, I would meet the heirs of this sect that rarely walks around Wanghu. Is something big going to happen soon? Xie Qinglian smiled and said: "Miss Ma is not used to using knives, that's why she misunderstood. You must know that the murderous aura of a knife comes from the wielder. Otherwise, the executioner's knives are the most murderous." Ma Xinying was startled, her face became unnatural. Han Huizhi is very smart and cunning, she didn't want to embarrass Ma Xinying, so she turned aside and said, "Brother Ma and Brother Xie are both people who walk around the rivers and lakes, but I don't know if they have encountered good swordsmen with murderous intent." Han Xiwu hurriedly said: "There is no one famous in Jianghu as a swordsman than Feng Han, a left-handed sword who is listed on the 'black list'; it's a pity that I don't have the chance to meet him, otherwise I will definitely ask him for advice." Everyone was stunned. With Han Xiwu's kung fu, facing a super expert like Feng Han, he might have lost before his sword was drawn, but he was still boasting boldly. Ma Jun said: "Feng Han is a gangster, fortunately he has not committed any serious crimes, so we still have no plans to kill him. In our eight faction alliance, there are many people with better sword skills than him, because they have never confronted each other. So it's hard to say what is right and wrong, but Qi Changzheng, who is known as the number one swordsman of the younger generation in the underworld, Qi Changzheng, was lucky enough to meet him three years ago and handed him over to him." His tone was extremely loud, and he clearly expressed his contempt for people in the underworld. Han Bai thought to himself: Suppose you meet Lang Fanyun, maybe you won't even be able to tell whether he has one or two swords. The three sisters of the Han family asked excitedly in unison: "What happened?" Ma Junsheng said proudly: "I was lucky to win half a move in the 400th round, but if you are a swordsman, Qi Changzheng is really the best choice." Own. Qin Mengyao frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Qi Changzheng fought against the 'Rogue Tyrant' Chi Zunxin three years ago, and lost three moves, so all these years of painstaking efforts will surely make great progress in swordsmanship. Brother Ma will work hard, and his martial arts should also be Going one step further, if we meet again, it will be even more interesting.” Ma Jun smiled loudly, very proud, but he didn't know that Qin Mengyao was implying that he should not be complacent, Qi Changzheng was very different three years ago and three years later.Compared with Chi Zunxin, the "Rogue Tyrant", Ma Junsheng is even more like the sun and fluorescent light, but Ma Junsheng can't hear the implication. Seeing that he was full of ambition, Xie Qinglian was very unhappy, and interjected: "Brother Ma, Senior Wuxiang Monk, it is said that forty years ago he fought against the magician Pang Ban twice. What's the comment from a master?" Ma Junsheng's face changed slightly. It turns out that although Wuxiang monk is the hero of Baidao, he lost two battles against Pang Ban forty years ago. It is said that Pang Ban is very courageous and thinks that Wuxiang monk is worthy of a battle, so he is spared twice. I hope he can To make another breakthrough, now Xie Qinglian brings up the old matter again, obviously to suppress his anger. The originally unfriendly atmosphere became even more rigid.Seeing that the situation was not right, Han Xiwen turned around and said, "Pang Ban is the most outstanding talent in the evil way in the past hundred years. Fortunately, he has not been able to shrink back in the past twenty years, otherwise, I don't know what troubles will be caused?" Han Ningzhi said innocently: "One person is not enough for him to fight, why don't you go together?" She usually practiced martial arts with her brothers and sisters, but she always lost, but if she joins hands with others to attack another person, she can support her for a long time, so there is a saying . Everyone laughed and the atmosphere relaxed. Seeing her innocence, Qin Mengyao smiled for the first time, and said softly: "Mage Pang Ban is the most respected figure in the magic way. It is not easy to besiege him. What's more, at his level of martial arts, there are ghosts and gods. , it may not work." Her words are always gentle and delicate, making it hard to imagine her angry and cursing expression. Xie Qinglian said: "Miss Qin is from Cihang Jingzhai, and her teacher said that Senior Jing'an is one of the rare people who is admired by Pang Ban, but I wonder if there is a magic method?" Comparing with the Wuxiang monk in hand, this man is indeed fierce in speech, Ma Junsheng wished to kill him, but he still had to put on a smile, because he was unable to protest, which would humiliate his beloved teacher. Han Bai was very interested. It turned out that Pang Ban was so famous, and he was a little worried. Lang Fanyun offended Pang Ban. He just wondered whether his rain-covering sword could fight against this terrible person. Qin Mengyao flicked her hair lightly. This feminine movement not only attracted all the men to her, but even the sisters of the Han family and Ma Xinying were also attracted by her heart-pounding demeanor, making them jealous. She showed an expression of reminiscence, and sighed softly: "Three years before Pang Ban Xiyin, I personally touched the Cihang Jingzhai, and discussed martial arts with my teacher. As for who won and who lost, my teacher never mentioned it, only said that It's a bet, if Pang Ban loses, he will never be born, and what if the master loses, but the master didn't say anything." Han Huizhi was stunned and said, "I don't know if Pang Ban hasn't been in hiding for the past twenty years, is it related to this?" Qin Mengyao shook her head and said: "My teacher once said that Pang Ban is evil in nature, he is the incarnation of a demon, and his achievements have surpassed that of 'Blood Hand', the number one master of the evil sect a hundred years ago, unless the great master Chuanying returned to the world, Otherwise, no one can control the world." When everyone heard Chuan Ying's name, they were in awe, but at the same time they felt stunned. Could it be that Pang Ban is really so powerful?People of their generation have never experienced the deep pain of the generation that lived under Pang Ban's despotic power before he returned to seclusion. After seeing a few more boutiques introduced by Han Xiwen, everyone lost interest and got up to leave. The brothers and sisters of the Han family and Ma Xinying walked in the front, Qin Mengyao and Ma Junsheng walked side by side in the back row, Xie Qinglian was behind, and of course Han Bai followed behind. Xie Qinglian was still looking around happily. Suddenly the whole body shook, stopped, and even let out a "huh". Han Bai almost bumped into him and stopped quickly. Xie Qinglian stared strangely at Xintian's thick-backed saber that Han Bai especially liked on the weapon rack near the door. Ma Junsheng's eyes and ears were extremely sharp, and when he heard the sound, he looked back, and his eyes also fell on the thick back saber. Han Bai felt his face move, and his expression changed slightly. Han Huizhi noticed their strangeness, but her eyes were blocked, not knowing that both of them were moved by the sight of the thick-backed saber, she asked with a charming smile, "Brother Xie, do you still have something to say?" Xie Qinglian forced a laugh, denied a few words, and walked out with the crowd. Ma Junsheng hesitated a little, and finally moved to keep up. Only Han Bai was left in the arsenal. He came to the front of the thick-backed knife and thought to himself why these two handsome men of the white way, who were obviously very interested in this knife, still pretended to be nonchalant. He involuntarily reached out and touched the back of the knife. A strange feeling flowed from the cold blade into his hand, and then into his heart. Lang Fanyun sat at a table in front of the window facing the Misty Water Valley, staring fixedly at the thicker and thicker water mist. Looking down from the second floor of the Water Valley Building, one can see the boat just moored on the shore. The dilapidated boat bought from an old fisherman was rippling with the microwave. The Water Valley Restaurant is the largest restaurant in this small town on the west bank of the Misty Water Valley. The Misty Water Valley is rich in perch, and even the town has become prosperous. Lang Fanyun never expected that Misty Water Valley is so vast, he shook the boat for two hours in the dense fog, not only could not find the huge boat, but he couldn't even meet any people from the evil sect, he couldn't help laughing, What is the matter?The woman's face, which resembled the deceased wife Ji Xixi, came to mind and couldn't get rid of it. Unfortunately, he died long ago. On a moonlit night. He put her body on a small boat with his own hands, lit firewood, and burned it to ashes on Dongting Lake. When people die, the lights go out. Thinking of this, a glass of wine was poured down his throat, and the heat rolled straight into his stomach. Lang Fanyun sighed: "Good wine!" The fog outside the window showed no intention of dissipating. It was not time for dinner yet, and only six or seven of the more than twenty tables were occupied. I just like that kind of quietness. Footsteps came up the stairs, one heavy and one light. The heavy footsteps knock on the wooden ladder like beating beans, light as if there is nothing, but you can always hear it, light and heavy, forming a very strange rhythm. The guests upstairs and the waiter in the shop all showed attention, and their eyes shifted to the stairs. Only Lang Fanyun was indifferent, drinking two glasses of spirits. The one who came up first was a young man as strong as an iron tower. Everyone saw that he was more than six feet tall, with thick shoulders and thick neck, and felt relieved. It's no wonder that this man who weighs more than a hundred catties doesn't have heavy steps. But in a blink of an eye, they all opened their mouths in shock. It turned out that this "heavy" man stepped on the floor, and the footsteps were as light as a flying swallow in the palm of his hand. "Boom boom boom!" Heavy footsteps followed. A delicate beauty emerged from the top of the stairs. Everyone's eyes were focused on her pretty face, and they forgot whether she should be responsible for the heavy footsteps. The beauty finally walked upstairs, she was wearing tight-fitting clothes, her figure was exquisite and convex, very attractive.However, each step made a sound like beating beans, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable. The big man looked a little shy, seeing everyone looking at him, he seemed to wish he could find a hole in the ground and get in. On the contrary, the woman walked over in front of him generously, her eyes swept over everyone's faces. No woman at that time would dare to openly look at a man, but this beautiful woman's gaze was bolder than that of a prodigal son, and everyone was defeated one after another, so they avoided staring at her with excuses. Seeing the strange behavior of these two people, the waiter in the shop forgot to come forward to say hello. The woman finally set her eyes on Lang Fanyun's back. The woman took two steps forward, looked at Lang Fanyun who was sitting on her back, and asked, "Is that boat below yours?" Lang Fanyun drank another cup without saying a word. The woman said in a cold voice: "Just now I asked people below who is the owner of the boat. They said that the tall man who drove the boat came up to the second floor. Did he mean you?" Lang Fanyun didn't turn his head back and said: "So what if it is? So what if it's not?" The woman's voice turned cold and said: "If you are the owner of the boat, I will buy this boat." She raised her hand, and a gold ingot flew out from her slender hand, over the top of Lang Fanyun's head, and landed heavily next to Lang Fanyun's cup. Embedded halfway into the solid tabletop. The cups and saucers on the table did not shake at all. The other guests upstairs couldn't help but be speechless. Some people thought that this strange man and woman's kung fu was so tyrannical that they simply snatched the boat, so there was no need to waste their time talking. Lang Fanyun categorically said: "Not for sale!" The woman's expression changed. The brawny man like a steel tower took two steps forward, came behind the woman and said anxiously, "Sister!" The woman took a deep breath, tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart, and said, "If it weren't for the entire Misty Water Valley, you couldn't find a boat, who would be interested in buying your broken boat." Lang Fanyun laughed and said: "Although it is a broken ship, it can take you to where you want to go. What's the difference between such a broken ship and a good ship?" The woman was startled and said, "Will you take us there?" Lang Fanyun nodded slowly and raised another glass of wine. In the afternoon sun.A white dove flitted across the forest. Silver-white feathers glisten in the sun. Seeing that it was flying far away, a black shadow broke through the clouds and rushed towards the white dove. It turned out to be a fierce eagle. The dove instinctively moved aside, but the hawk spun around and stretched out its claws, grabbing the dove. After the pigeon uttered a short mournful cry, it was immediately accounted for. The fierce eagle grabbed the pigeon, swerved in the air, looked east, flew to a small hill, and rushed down. On the hill stood an extremely tall and thin man, stretching out his wrist with wrist guards. With his left hand, the wings of the fierce eagle fluttered for a while, and slowly lowered in a posture that was almost frozen in mid-air, until the claws tightly grasped the wrist guards, and then lowered the wings and stopped on the man's wrist rest. The big eagle probably weighed thirty to forty catties, and with the force of the fall, it would weigh more than one hundred catties, but the man's wrist didn't shake at all, showing his extraordinary strength. The extremely tall and thin man stretched out his right hand to caress the eagle's back a few times, and said with a strange smile: "Well done, Bloody Peck! Well done, my years of training are not in vain." His eyes fell on a bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's feet, and he laughed strangely: "It really is the 'Qianliling' of the Nujiao Gang, but it is a pity that I met my blood peck." The big eagle called Bloodpeck lightly flapped its long wings, infecting its master with excitement. The man's hooked nose and deep eyes, his skinny face looked like a ghost rather than a human being. Combined with the magic eagle that seemed to fly out of hell, it made people feel shuddering. He stretched out his fingers, forcibly broke the copper wire binding the bamboo tube, took off the bamboo tube, raised his hand, blood pecked and let out a long howl, soaring straight into the sky, and after circling again, he looked north and flew to find a place to eat his claws. The next gourmet. The man pulled out the plunger of the bamboo tube, took out the paper roll in the bamboo tube, opened it, looked up to the sky and laughed again, ran down the hill, and started to move quickly like a ghost among the trees. After a while, he came to a mountain. In front of the temple. Lowering his arms, he said respectfully: "Go up and down, feel free!" A male voice as soft as a woman came from the temple: "I heard your tone implied excitement, Guzhu, you must have some news to bring to look for, why don't you come in quickly?" Only then did he enter the temple. Gu Zhu said loudly: "Thank you, Sect Master, for seeing me!" Those who don't know will be shocked when they step in the door. It turns out that there is an extremely luxurious tent in the dilapidated mountain temple. The statue produced a very strong incongruous contrast, and a woman's charming smile could be faintly heard from inside the tent. Gu Zhu's face was straightened, he knelt down towards the tent, respectfully knocked his head three times in a row, then stood up and said: "Master, the 'Qianliling' of the Nujiao Gang has been caught, the sender is Shangguan Ying, the recipient is It is Ling Zhantian whose martial skill is second only to Lang Fanyun in the Nujiao Clan." There was another female laugh in the tent, and the soft and lazy male voice said: "Read it to me." Gu Zhu didn't hear the woman's giggles, took out a scroll from his arms, opened it and read: "Baotianlanyuelou was attacked by hand, and my brothers were killed on the spot, only me and Yushi survived." , has already joined up with the Long March, and will be able to return to the boundary of the Xiangshui River in Dongting before the Mid-Autumn Festival, so people must meet them." After a pause, he said: "Shangguan Ying personally signed the letter at the end, it seems true." The lazy voice said, "What do you think of this letter?" Gu Zhu sneered and said: "Although the return route was not specified in the letter, today is the twelfth day of the eighth month. If Shangguan Ying and the others want to reach the place where Xiangshui enters Dongting before the fifteenth day, they must take a shortcut on a fast horse. Come on, we only need to focus on one or two key points, and we can cut them straight." The person in the tent smiled and said: "Okay! Zhai Yushi deserves to be the number one counselor of the younger generation of the Angry Jiao Gang. He only played a trick to hide you from the old world, but he couldn't get past my Xiaoyao Sect master, Mo Yixian. One off." Gu Zhu was stunned and said: "Could it be that this is deceitful, but since they know that there are masters like talkative skills chasing after them, don't they dare to hang around outside?" Mo Yixian said in a low voice in the tent: "Based on Zhai Yushi's strategy, I know that Tan Yingshou has already taken action to deal with him. How can my Xiaoyaomen be idle? How dare I go back to my lair?" Gu Zhu suddenly said: "I understand, in order to avoid my Xiaoyaomen's unparalleled tracking technique, they must seek to succeed, so they must choose an unexpected route, this is really a headache." Mo Yi said leisurely: "I wasn't sure that Zhai Yushi had such a plan, but this 'Thousands of Miles' has confirmed my guess." Gu Zhu is also a scheming person, so he clearly said: "Your subordinate is careless, if Zhai Yushi can guess that we are involved, he will naturally estimate that we have the ability to intercept and kill their 'Qianliling', so this must be fake news No doubt, but where did they go?" Mo Yi Xian Yin said: "Birds fly in the air, fish swim in the water, do you understand Lone Bamboo?" Gu Zhu looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "I still don't understand, how can I be the deputy head of Xiaoyaomen? Since they can't leave the Yangtze River and go downstream, the only way is to go to Wuchang. Wuchang is the transportation hub of the world. It extends in all directions, once there, it will be much more convenient to escape.” Mo Yixian's tone turned cold and said: "You gather your men immediately, and you must kill Shangguan Ying on the spot before they escape from Wuchang. There must be no delay in this matter, otherwise, if Lang Fanyun Wenfeng comes, the matter will be complicated." Very tricky." Gu Zhu said coldly: "Don't worry, sect master, how can they escape my claws, Shangguan Ying never wants to see the bright moon on August 15th next year." After packing up the arsenal, Han Bai walked slowly along the path between the gardens in the inner courtyard, thinking of Qin Mengyao and his humble identity, assuming that he had turned into a wave, he would definitely pursue this elegant beauty. yes! Only a true hero like Lang Fanyun, with that kind of magnanimity, is worthy of this beautiful chivalrous woman from Cihang Jingzhai. Han Bai is 18 years old, whether he is big or small, he is just adolescence with strong imagination and first love. Every girl who looks at him with her eyes and smiles at him is cute. Involuntarily sighed. "How dare you! How dare you sigh?" Han Bai was startled, and turned around. It turned out to be Fifth Young Lady Han Ningzhi. She smiled openly, and she seemed to be very pleased with Han Bai's jump. She put her hands behind her back, and she didn't know what she was holding?Han Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Fifth Miss!" Han Ningzhi moved her face closer, and said strangely: "Why is your face so ugly? Did you catch a cold? Fourth Uncle said you didn't come back last night. Where did you go to play?" 韩柏道：“病倒没有，倒是有点累，我也不是贪玩不回，而是错过了渡头，我……” 韩宁芷截断他道：“不是病就好了，我有个差事给你。” 韩柏一呆道：“什么差事？” 韩宁芷俏脸一红，犹豫片晌，将背后的东西拿到身前，原来是个小包里。 韩柏眼光落到包里上。 韩宁芷将包里飞快塞进他手里，忸怩地道：“给我将这送与马少爷，不要让其他人看到，也不要让他知道是我差你去的。”说罢旋风般转身奔离。 韩柏看到她连耳根也红透，真不知是何种滋味。 韩宁芷在消失于转角处前，扭转身来道：“还不快去！”这才转入内院去。 韩柏怅然若失，大感没趣。 又叹了一口气后，往外院走去。 中厅内空无一人，刚想由侧门走往侧院，马峻声的声音由背后传来道：“小兄弟慢走！” 韩柏刚停步，马峻声早移到身前，脸上带着亲切的笑容，使他受宠若惊，连五小姐宁芷交给他的重任亦一时忘了。 马峻声玉树临风，比韩柏高了至少半个头，更使韩柏自惭形秽。 韩柏道：“马少爷何事呼唤小子？”马峻声彬彬有礼地道：“我有一事相求……”说到这里，从怀中掏出一封信，递给韩柏道：“小兄弟将这信送给梦瑶小姐便成。” 韩柏伸手接信，记起了五小姐的重托，暗忖韩宁芷要我送东西给你，你要我送东西给秦梦瑶，只不知秦梦瑶又会否差我送东西给另一个人？韩柏待要说话。 “马少爷！” 韩柏侧头望去，见到二管家杨四恭立一旁，一对鼠目在两人身上来回扫射。 马峻声对他也没有什么好感，冷冷道：“什么事？” 杨四躬身道：“本府总捕头何旗扬求见马少爷。” 马峻声释然道：“原来是自己人，算起来何旗扬还是我的师侄辈。”声音中透出自重身份的味道。 韩柏探入怀里的手按着宁芷的小包里，可是当记起了她不准被其他人看见的吩咐，哪敢抽出来，呆在当场。 马峻声向他使个眼色，随杨四往正厅走去。韩柏耸耸肩膀，转身走回内院，秦梦瑶住的是韩家姊妹居处旁的小楼，确是不方便马峻声往访，只不知信内说的是什么？可能是个约会的便条。 想到这里，韩柏真想把信扔掉算了。 胡思乱想间，来到秦梦瑶客居的小楼前。 韩柏想到即将见到秦梦瑶，一颗心不由自主地剧烈跃动起来，两条腿失去行走的力气。 “秦小姐！” 小楼内没有半点反应。 韩柏呆了一呆，以秦梦瑶的听觉，没理由听不到自己的呼唤？ “秦小姐！我是韩柏！” 韩柏走前两步，待要拍门，手举起便停了下来。 原来门上用发簪钉着一张纸，上面写着：“师门急讯，不告而别，事非得已，见谅！秦梦瑶。”字如其人，清丽雅秀。 韩柏心中空空荡荡，有若失去了一样珍贵的物事，此后人海茫茫，不知是否仍有再见伊人的机会。 浑浑噩噩间走向外院，在花园的长廊里几乎撞入一个人怀里，举头一看，原来是那语气刻薄，处处和马峻声作对，不老神仙的高足谢青联。 韩柏说声对不起，想从一旁走过。 谢青联作了个拦路的姿态，把韩柏截停下来，道：“韩柏小弟，谢某有一事相询。” 韩柏愕然道：“谢少爷有什么事要问小子？” 谢青联沉吟片刻，平和地道：“在武库近门处那把厚背刀，你知否是从何处得来？” 韩柏暗忖你果然对那把刀有兴趣，当时又为何要掩饰？ 谢青联眼中射出热切的神色。 韩柏道：“小子也不清楚，据说那是大老爷老朋友的遗物，送到武库最多只有十来天，谢少爷……” 谢青联伸手打断了他的说话，喃喃地道：“这就对了，韩清风和风行烈……噢！小兄弟没有什么事了，多谢你。”脸上露出兴奋的神色，转身去了。 韩柏心下嘀咕，暗忖多想无益，忙移步往找马峻声，一来把信完璧归赵，二来也要完成五小姐宁芷交付的任务。 转出转入，却见不着马峻声。 横竖无事，不如回到武库，好好研究一下那把厚背刀，看看为何竟能使谢青联如此重视？事实上也到了打扫武库的时刻。 武库外静悄悄地。 韩家上下都有午睡的习惯，所以这个时分，最是宁静。 来到武库门外，韩柏全身一震。 只见大铁门的锁被打了开来，铁门只是虚掩着。 韩柏责任心重，“呀”地叫了一声后，推门便入，这也是经验浅薄之累，换了有点经验的人，定不会如此贸然闯入。 刚踏入武库，还未曾习惯内里的黑暗，腰处一麻，知觉尽失。 雾终于开始消散。 和风吹过，将湖面的雾赶得厚薄不均。 浪翻云高大的身形矗立艇尾，有力地摇着船橹，当起船夫来。 那奇怪的姊弟，姊姊立在船头，弟弟却懒洋洋地坐在船中。 天色遂渐暗黑。 姊姊极目远望，口中叫道：“快一点，我们必须在酉时内抵达迷离岛，否则将错过了机会。” 浪翻云默默摇橹，没有回应。 姊姊回过头来，怒道：“你听到我的话吗？” 弟弟正在打瞌睡，闻言吓了一跳，醒了过来，嗫嚅道：“我……我听到！” 姊姊气道：“我不是和你说。” 浪翻云淡淡道：“看！” 姊姊扭头回去，喜叫道：“到了到了。” 船首向着的远处，灯火通明，隐见早先那只几乎将浪翻云小艇撞沉的巨舟，安静地泊在湖心一个小岛上。 姊姊兴奋地叫道：“记着我教你的东西！” 没有人回应她。 姊姊大怒喝道：“成抗，你哑了吗？听不到我说话吗？” 那被叫作成抗的大个子吓得一阵哆嗦，战战兢兢地道：“成抗不知姐姐在和我说话。” 姊姊叹了一口气道：“我们成家正统只剩下你了，你再不争气便会给贱人生的三个败家子将阿爹抢了过去。” 成抗垂头嗫嚅道：“爹既不关心我们，我争气又有何用？” 姊姊杏目圆睁，怒道：“我们怎能就此认输，你难道忘了娘亲死前对我们说的话，不！我成丽永远也不会忘记。” 说到这里才记起了还有浪翻云这外人在场，向他望去，恰好见到浪翻云从怀里掏出一瓶酒，咕嘟咕嘟连喝了几口，心想幸好这是只醉猫，听去了我们的家事谅亦不会有大碍。 随着，接近的巨舟在眼前不住扩大。 成丽叫道：“快点快点！唉！最迟的怕又是我们了。” 浪翻云往湖心小岛望去。 只见岸旁泊满了大大小小的船只，岛上灯火通明，人影幢幢。 这究竟是什么奇怪的聚会。 这姊弟两人到这里来又是干什么？邪异门下令封锁这一带水域，看来只是防止一般的渔民，而不是针对武林中人。 巨舟像只怪兽般蛰伏岸旁。 只不知舟上玉人是否仍在？