young master in arms

Jin Shaoyan is still alive.

He didn't listen to Murong Bing's words and broke into the Guizong's interior alone. At this moment, he was standing on a cliff, looking at the wooden bridge that had been cut off, worrying.

How could he have thought that there would be no way to go all the way to this place.

Could it be that the members of the Ghost Sect have practiced peerless lightness kung fu, and can travel between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait with a light step on their toes?

Jin Shaoyan smiled wryly for a while. Although his swordsmanship and palm skills are top-notch, but his lightness kungfu is only a beginner, and he can only walk a foot by flying over eaves and walls. He suddenly remembered what Murong Bing had said to him just now: "If you insist on going, I can't, but if you When you arrive at the Naihe Bridge, you must remember that you must not board the boat unless it is absolutely necessary."

ferry?

There are cliffs and cliffs here, how can there be river water for boats to drive?

Only the "Naihe Bridge" written on a black stone obliquely inserted into the ground at the head of the bridge proves that this is the place Murong Bing said.

But the lights in this place are dim, you can't see the sky, you can't see the bottom, there are no people, and there are no ghosts. Jin Shaoyan is a little depressed: "It seems that God told me not to go again, it's better to turn back as soon as possible. "

He originally promised Murong Bing to go back, and Murong Bing thought he had gone back, so he left the stone house. Unexpectedly, Young Master Jin was extremely curious and stubborn. He gave up, so he continued to move forward, not wanting to be blocked by the cliff, he lost his patience for a while, and turned around to leave.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a call from hell in my ear.

The hoarse voice seemed to have not spoken for tens of millions of years, and it hurt his ears. The voice fluctuated, Jin Shaoyan frowned, and waited intently.

"Are you on a boat?"

Suddenly, the voice became sharp and frightening. Jin Shaoyan looked in the direction of the voice, but saw a man in a black robe driving slowly towards him in a dilapidated wooden boat.

Jin Shaoyan read it right, the boat was heading towards him, on the cliff without any water surface, it was extremely fast, and it was already in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Are you on a boat?"

There was a slight smile in the ugly voice, like a boatman who had been rowing all day and finally met a guest.

But it is not people who ferry people across.

Their guests are usually only one kind.

That is the dead ghost.

Jin Shaoyan looked at the dark-covered ferryman and sneered in his heart: "The ghost sects are all pretending to be ghosts, no wonder they are unknown in the Jianghu." But he was not afraid, and even felt a little interesting.

"how much is it?"

The ferryman's voice became hoarse again: "No money."

Jin Shaoyan said happily: "Is there such a good thing?"

"But it's fatal." After the ferryman finished speaking, Jin Shaoyan's eyelids twitched, as if someone had put a layer of cold on his body, he trembled for a while, and sighed: "Do you often ferry dead people?"

The ferryman replied: "I ferry the living."

Jin Shaoyan was stunned: "How can a ferryman from the underworld ferry a living person?"

The ferryman seemed to be laughing, and the laughter was like hard stones rubbing against each other. Jin Shaoyan regretted for a while that he shouldn't have talked to him: "Only the living need to cross."

He doesn't understand.

The ferryman seems to be very patient. He has always been very patient, because everyone who talks to him will follow him into hell after speaking.

He seemed to accompany them through the last journey of the world.

"Otherwise why would I call you aboard?"

Jin Shaoyan understood in a moment, his eyes were cold, and his tone was righteous: "How many people have died on your boat so far?"

The ferryman seemed to be counting seriously, and he figured out the number in no time.

"A total of one hundred and seven," he said.

"It's just a murderer, pretending to be a ghost. Now that you have met me, you are considered unlucky." Jin Shaoyan's heart is torn. He has never heard of such a murderer in Quanzhou. I often don't believe it, not to mention the glory of a man's warrior on the battlefield, which is by no means comparable to the act of killing human beings by the man in front of him.

But he forgot that killing enemies on the battlefield is actually no different from killing people on the ferry.

It's the same murder, and it's the same death.

After defeating Xixia, Mongolia was greedy for the prosperity of the southern part of the original country. Regardless of the contract of the year, it sent troops to the south.

He followed his father to do business in various places since he was a child, and later entered Quanzhou as a foreigner. He used one of the largest ports in Quanzhou to make huge profits and became a famous merchant of the Jin family in Quanzhou. Naturally, he has never seen the cruelty of war.

He even didn't understand that the Mongols clearly wanted to go south to the Central Plains to defeat the mediocre Song Emperor and give the people a prosperous life, but why the Central Plains people didn't appreciate their feelings and would rather die than submit to them?

Is death really that humble?

"They are all heroes who are not afraid of death." After three days of rectification, Zhizhou reported that Quanzhou had organized a total of 410 militiamen.

Not long after someone came to report, he sat upright and leaned forward. When the reporter arrived on the stage, he did not rush to kneel and hurriedly reported: "Prime Minister, the person who led the army this time is Zhang Hongzheng, Zhang Hongfan's brother. Go out of Quanzhou and attack Chaozhou by water."

Wen Tianxiang thought for a while, and ordered: "Continue to investigate."

The spies then knelt down and took orders.

Du Bofu, one of the "Ten Swords", said in a deep voice, "Prime Minister, now that the Emperor is behind him, this Chaozhou must be defended no matter what."

"It's natural, but I have too little actual combat experience in the Governor's Mansion, and the Chaozhou militiamen are ordinary people. The situation of this battle is not optimistic."

Du Bofu stood up abruptly: "Prime Minister, I will enter the court and ask the emperor to send 20 troops to come to support."

Wen Tianxiang was sad in his heart, but he didn't express it, but persuaded in a low voice: "Vice General Du doesn't need to go anymore. The emperor and the queen mother are now preparing to continue going south. The accompanying army wants to protect the safety of the emperor. Zhang Shijie has allocated [-] troops, which is already full of strength." The capsule helped."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly sighed: "Now our Great Song Dynasty is in danger, most of the land in the Central Plains has been enslaved by Mongolia, and countless generals have defected to the enemy. Now a war is related to the life and death of our Great Song Dynasty. Once a soldier dies, he must not retreat half a point."

All the people under his command sighed with emotion, the land of the Central Plains is now fragmented, and foreign invasions have continued repeatedly. What is the reason for this?They don't understand at all that when they lose in the battlefield, they only know that their soldiers are no match for him, and they also know that their generals are not as good as others. But how could the Great Song Dynasty, which has everything in its power and territory, lose to the Jurchen savages who only know how to ride horses and archery and have no manners? ?

The merits and demerits have to be left to future generations to comment, they can only risk their lives now to protect the stability of the country, even if they fall into hell, they can have a clear conscience.

However, there are too many lonely and wild ghosts in hell, and the screams are frequent and piercing.

Jin Shaoyan yelled: "Shut up!" The ferryman just heard the laughter, staring at him with cold ashen eyes, as if he was thinking about how to kill him and how to torture his corpse after death .

Thinking of this, the ferryman was extremely excited, he liked to kill, he had killed all kinds of people, he even tried to kill a newborn baby, but after all, it was not as interesting as a young man.

He piled their bodies in a room full of coffins. Every midnight, he would bring out two male corpses and put them in various poses. He would be very excited, so excited that he couldn't sleep, excited. He got naked and clenched his hands into fists, leaving a hollow in the middle.

He likes Jin Shaoyan's face.

This is a handsome face that makes people obsessed.

Although this face is full of anger now, it does not affect his handsomeness in the slightest.

He wanted such a corpse, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Are you going by boat?"

His laughter is creepy, what looks like under the cloak?

No one has ever seen the ferryman, and everyone died on his boat.

"Don't get on the boat unless you have to."

Murong Bing's words are still in my ears, but if I don't get on a boat, how can I cross this cliff and reach the other side of hell?

Jin Shaoyan was confident that he could defeat this pretentious murderer, with his knife already in his hand, and his eyes were on every movement of the ferryman.

But the ferryman didn't move, he asked again: "Do you want to take the boat?"

Jin Shaoyan finally couldn't hold it anymore, he shouted loudly, and the long knife entered the world like a dragon, with tremendous power, he slashed at the ferryman's neck.

"Very good." The ferryman narrowed his eyes and smiled.

His cloak suddenly became extremely huge, and Jin Shaoyan's knife was caught by his cloak just as he attacked.

Even his people.

Jin Shaoyan slashed with his knife and broke into the ferryman's cloak. The faint light disappeared instantly, and he could no longer see a single trace of the scene, he could not see his fingers, and even his voice disappeared.

After an unknown period of time, he seemed to see a little light.

He had doubts in his heart, but he ran forward without stopping.

He ran extremely fast, leaving the darkness in the blink of an eye, and broke into the green grass full of sunshine.

Winter is over, and spring is just here. The snow melts into water, nourishing the lush greenery.

"Where is this?" Jin Shaoyan stared blankly at the boundless grassland in front of him. The cattle and sheep were gnawing on the fresh green grass wantonly, and the insects in the grass seemed to be frightened. They started up in the air and scattered in all directions. Like the fireworks that bloom in the Spring Festival.

The girls cleaning clothes around the lake chatted about the playful love stories of their elder brother at home. The splashed water wetted their black hair, and the cold lake water also cared for their bare hands, like a passionate man, talking silently. love words.

wow wow.

The sound of the water suddenly became louder, and the girls stood up with a sneer. Someone seemed to see him and waved at him.

"Da Ritu, why are you still standing there? Bring the cattle and sheep back quickly, it's going to rain heavily later."

Jin Shaoyan was shocked again. He looked up at the sky and found that the sky was dark and the wind was churning. It seemed that a heavy rain was about to fall. He stood there blankly. Several girls gathered their clothes and walked to him with a basin : "Da Ritu, why are you in a daze? Don't hurry up, I won't let you go to bed if you get wet and catch a cold later."

"Go to bed?" He couldn't help looking at the girl who was talking, but he was startled.

"Murong Bing?"