Late at night.

Dushui County is built next to the river, and along the river are the most prosperous markets, restaurants, shops, and ports and wharfs in the county town.

Even late at night, you can still see the lights along the river bank's banks throughout the night, and the music of the piano is faintly heard.

But outside the city.

But it is a large area of ​​reed marsh and a village where fishing and boating live for generations.

However, Wang Qilang did not choose any pier or ferry in the city, but came to a deserted place outside the city.

The night wind blew through the reed marsh, lowering the leaves.

The bright moon, which was just higher than the reeds in the sky, was revealed.

Wang Qilang walked towards the depths of the reed marsh and soon saw a broken monument. The broken monument was covered with mud and could not see clearly what was engraved on it.

Then, afterwards, an abandoned ferry and pavilion were discovered.

A happy smile appeared on the scholar's face.

"It's here."

There was another person waiting at the nameless ferry deep in the reed marsh.

The bonfire was lit and the person sat in front of the bonfire.

Holding a sword, wearing a hat, drinking alone and drunk alone.

The scholar carrying the bookcase came over and asked him with a smile if he could sit here.

"Brother."

"Don't mind!"

The other party nodded, expressing his concern.

Wang Qilang didn't know that when the other party agreed, he immediately put down the bookcase and sat opposite him.

The scholar was very familiar with it and said the famous name he had just thought of for a boat ride.

After all, the people who came here to take the boat were all evil and demons, so he thought of a match.

"A deathly scholar is killed."

"I dare to ask about my name."

The other party glanced at Wang Qilang and knew that he was a fledgling boy, and someone there called him that.

"Jiang Wushou."

The bonfire swayed, and Jiang Wushou's face was filled with grief.

Wang Qilang's eyes changed and saw the unburned paper money by the river beneath the pavilion. There was a lotus lantern floating in the river.

"Looking at my brother's appearance, my face is full of stories!"

"Why not talk about it when you are free?"

The black-robed swordsman looked at Wang Qilang and suddenly chuckled.

"I really want to know?"

The scholar looked innocent and ignorant: "I really want to know."

The black-robed swordsman continued, "Don't you regret it?"

The scholar smiled silly and said, "Let me listen to the story!"

"What do you regret?"

The black-robed swordsman lifted the jar of wine and swallowed a big mouthful.

He has bold movements and free expressions.

"I was a teenager who practiced swordsmanship. When I was ten years old, I had surpassed my uncle's generation. When I was seventeen, I had no rivals in the Jiangdong area."

"When I was twenty years old, my master came to me and said he was willing to pass on the method of practicing."

"I will do the job of collecting money to buy life and killing those who practice cultivation."

"After my master for three years, my sword skills have become equal to him."

"It was that day that my master asked me to kill a woman."

The black-robed swordsman was full of pride on his face, perhaps because all the sword practitioners were so proud.

Wang Qilang was watching the bonfire and was fascinated by the hearing.

At this point, he suddenly said with a smile.

"You didn't kill her."

The black-robed swordsman nodded: "I didn't kill her because she paid a higher price."

Wang Qilang smiled and said, "That's because you don't want to kill her, otherwise you can get the price she offered."

Black-robed swordsman: "The price she offered...is herself."

Wang Qilang looked like I understood: "That woman is beautiful!"

The black-robed swordsman did not respond, but the curve of the corners of his mouth said everything.

"I took her back, killed my master, and from then on, I will travel the world together."

"We kill people together, and all the Jiangdong generation's martial arts world, government and practitioners are frightened."

His eyes showed nostalgia: "It's so uncomfortable."

Here, a turning point occurred.

The black-robed swordsman's eyes changed.

"Some day ago, she said she was tired."

"I want to have a baby with me, and I say that the child can't do the two of us anymore!"

"I agreed."

"But before the work I received from the Black Domain was finished, I told her that I would go to Yandong Road to kill people, and if I kill this last person, I would stop the mountain."

"She goes back to Jiangdong first and find a place to settle down in the future."

"It's here, I'll send her on the boat."

"Then."

The black-robed swordsman's voice was choked and he drank a sip of wine.

"The ship is gone, and the people are gone."

He threw the jar of wine to the ground, his voice full of anger.

"You said that this world has seen a ghost?"

"When the evil people are no one accepts them, but when they want to be good people, they end up with a dead place without a burial."

The air became quiet, and only the tiny explosion of sparks bursting in the bonfire was heard.

The cool breeze blew over and made people feel a little chill, and the swordsman in black robe looked at Wang Qilang.

"The story is over."

Wang Qilang nodded: "A pretty sad love story."

The black-robed swordsman Jiang Wushou lowered his head and looked at his sword.

"I just said it."

"I also have a name in the world, and people call me the Bloodthirsty Sword."

"Today you listen to my story, and you will use your blood to raise my sword."

The sword energy is unsheathed, accompanied by a powerful sword force.

In an instant, Wang Qilang could see the overwhelming sea of ​​blood flowing towards him.

This is a common method used by sword cultivators without inheritance. The combination of sword energy and Yang Shen seems to add some power.

But in the eyes of a real sword cultivator, it seems messy.

Wang Qilang looked at the black-robed swordsman and raised his lips.

The sea of ​​blood collapsed.

The sword energy just arrived at Wang Qilang's eyebrows and melted like snowflakes.

The black-robed swordsman's eyes were bloodshot.

"This is impossible!"

Wang Qilang blew.

Before the black-robed swordsman could withdraw his sword, he turned into coke.
To be continued...