Jun Xie Chenxin

Bai Xiaosheng——Gong Moyu is the eldest son of a well-known intelligence family in Jianghu.The palace family has a large number of talents, most of them are both civil and military, not only in the court, but also in the grass and wild land.

The eldest son of the palace is an exception. Wen can compose poems and compose music, understand everything from astronomy to geography, and has made great achievements in Fengshui and other arts, but he knows nothing about martial arts.

However, the Gong family has a rule that after the Gong family reaches adulthood, they will enter the Jianghu for one to two years.

The son of the eldest son of the palace has no martial arts, he has practiced outside for three or four years, and he still hasn't returned to the palace. The reason for this has indeed made many people curious.

Therefore, Gong Moyu must be looking for someone to rely on in the Jianghu, and the one he found is today's martial arts supreme - Fan Meng.

He knew that Fan Meng had a flamboyant and brutal personality, so he didn't put half his heart on him, the two of them just took what they needed.

Gong Moyu was pushed out by the crowd, although he was a little scared, but he didn't show it, he bowed to Fan Meng, and said, "This man has profound skills, and his sword is very fast, look at the saber he uses, black iron and wood scabbard, wide One palm, the middle of the scabbard to the upper ten fingers is wrapped several times with hemp rope, the hilt is oval. When the sword is out of the sheath, the blade is half black and half silver white. I know there is only one such Yin-Yang sword in the world."

Having said all this, Gong Moyu's anxiety subsided a lot, he straightened up with a serious face, and looked at Fan Meng neither humble nor overbearing.

"What sword?" Fan Meng asked.

"Wuyuan." Gong Moyu said, touching his chin, "The owner of this Wudu sword is Qi Yang, a disciple of Chang Yangdi Xizi who has emerged in the Jianghu in the past two years!"

"Changyang... Di Xizi?!" Everyone present exclaimed.

Who doesn't know what kind of existence Chang Yang is in the Jianghu, who can stir up the current situation in the Jianghu by turning clouds and hands, and Di Xizi only has three apprentices.

The first sword - Gu Ran'an.

The magic hand of rejuvenation——Mu Yan.

The last one is Qi Yang.

"What does Qi Yang want this broken water to do!"

Fan Meng felt that Qi Yang already had an unprovoked sword, and there was no need to fight against him because of a broken water.

"This... Duan Shui Liu used to be Feng Ninghan's sword..." Gong Moyu frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "No one came to Deming Sword Village today, and this Qi Yang was Deming Sword before. Zhuang's disciple, and Deming Jianzhuang led all his disciples and other sects in Jianghu to crusade against Mu Xiaogu Feng Ninghan a few years ago, if what happened in it, it is unknown, how about..."

Fan violently raised his hand to interrupt Gong Moyu's words, and said coldly, "Let's not think about the reasons for this, the most important thing right now is to regain the broken water!"

"We are willing to help the lord!" All the people clasped their fists in salute.

Fan squinted his eyes and stared at everyone. He was not a three-year-old child, so he naturally wondered whether these people who followed him on the surface might be trying to stop the flow.

Suddenly, Fan Meng's tense face was lowered, and he laughed three times, "Okay! It's Fan's luck to have us following me! If anyone can take back the broken water and give it to me, Fan will definitely reward me with a thousand gold! "

"Thank you, Lord!"

"However, if someone dares to hide the thought of cutting off the water flow, then I will not forgive him!"

"Yes!"

Fan Meng didn't want to say anything else, so he ordered everyone present to retreat, leaving only Gong Moyu behind.

"Mr. Gong." Fan Meng lowered his head and supported his forehead, just covering the expression in his eyes.

"Your Highness."

"You know you won't stay."

Gong Moyu became fearful when he heard the words "Bu Liu Xing", his brows twitched, and he said seriously, "Of course I know, there are well-known assassination organizations in the Jianghu, and they can spend tens of thousands of dollars to kill one person. Across the five countries of Jin, Luo, Xiping, Changze, and Kuang. In other words, as long as they are listed as targets, even if that person flees to the ends of the earth, it will not help. But..."

"But they won't show up easily, let alone accept commissions easily. However, it is Qi Yang who took away the water flow this time, so people have to pay attention to it."

"So, the lord wants to find Bu Liu Xing, kill Qi Yang for you, and get back the famous sword?"

Fan suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Gong Moyu, the cold killing intent in his eyes made the already freezing weather even colder by several degrees.

"That's right, I know you have a way to find Bu Liu Xing, if you can help me, it will be of your benefit."

Gong Moyu smiled slightly, put away the folding fan and pinned it to her waist, her long and narrow red phoenix eyes were very scheming, "The lord is naturally a promise, and of course I will do my best to help the lord find him, I just ask the lord to agree I have one condition."

"What conditions?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll talk about it later."

"it is good!"

The wind is blowing, and this winter in Meaux is particularly cold.

Now the countries are full of gunpowder, swords are on the verge of breaking out, the political situation is already in turmoil, and under the collapse of the nest, there will be no eggs.Under the current seemingly relatively stable situation in the arena, there are actually undercurrents surging, and as long as there is an opportunity, it will stir up turbulent waves.

Ever since Qi Yang took away Duan Shui Liu, his road to rivers and lakes has not been safe for a day.

As for this sword, he is absolutely unwilling to be in the hands of others, even if he is wandering in the world since then.

When Qi Yang arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, it was March in Yangchun.

The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, but in March, there is still a bit of cold left over from winter. Even the cold can't stop the flowers from blooming.

In this season, Jiangnan is flooded by the sea of ​​flowers, full of romance and warmth. The faces of passers-by on the road are filled with red. There are graceful women with hairpin flowers and branches, heavy makeup, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking on the bluestone slabs in the south of the Yangtze River. On the road, the clothes are fluttering, and everywhere you go are sultry.

The place where Qi Yang is located is a small town in the south of the Yangtze River called Huanyi Town.

There was just a drizzle two days ago, and the air was washed by the spring rain, and it smelled fresh and nice.

"The most south of the Yangtze River, the most south of the Yangtze River. There is gunpowder smoke outside, and this place is a cave. It is really a place where people can easily forget the pain and live comfortably."

Qi Yang rested on the willow tree by the lake, murmured something, then covered his face with the bamboo hat, blocking the sunlight from the willow branches, and prepared to sleep for a while.

Being in the south of the Yangtze River, the originally noisy frogs and birds are much more beautiful.

Before he knew it, Qi Yang fell into a rare sleep. After an unknown amount of time, he heard the sound of footsteps beside his ears. He slowly opened his eyes, took off the bamboo hat that covered his face, hung it on his waist, and looked at it sideways. He turned his head and glanced, and saw a man holding a fishing rod, skillfully hanging bait on the hook, and then throwing it into the lake, ready to fish.

The man was tall and tall, dressed in simple, coarse linen, occasionally looked up at the sky, and Qi Yang saw the man's face clearly.

His face is not to mention very handsome, but he is very handsome, and his gestures are refined and refined, like a scholar.

A scholar who can fish is interesting.

Qi Yang became interested in watching a play, and was even more curious about what kind of fish such a thin person could catch. After watching for a long time, the hook finally moved.

The man wanted to pull violently. This fishing method made Qi Yang frown. Just now, when the man hung the bait, his movements were quite skillful. Why did the fish take the bait and handle it so clumsily...

Qi Yang was really anxious, discouraged!Discourage the fish!It's hard to pull out of the water without deflating the fish!

The accident finally happened. The man slipped his hand and got on the ground, while the other hand was still struggling to pull the fishing rod. Seeing that the fisherman was about to be dragged away by the fish, Qi Yang didn't know what kind of nerve he was tied to. Wrong, he suddenly became enthusiastic, jumped off the willow tree, and helped the man catch the fishing rod.

The man was startled, "Thank you...thank you."

Qi Yang lowered his eyes and glanced at the man beside him, then dragged the fish in the water for a while, and when the fish lost its strength, he pulled the fish out of the water in one go.

Good guy, it's a carp, at least seven catties in weight.

The two looked at the carp bouncing on the ground, opening and closing its mouth, still fighting in the corner, the man first laughed out loud.

"It seems that today's dinner is settled." The man's voice was quite pleasant, deep and magnetic.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Qi Yang and bowed slightly, "Thank you for your help, young master."

Qi Yang glanced at him, and then his eyes fell on the man's hand that was holding the ground just now. It is estimated that the hand was ground by some sharp stone, and now it is dripping with blood.

"Your hand." Qi Yang pointed to the man's hand and said.

The man looked down, only to realize that his hand was broken. At first glance, the cut was a bit big, but the wound was not deep, so it didn't matter.

"It's okay, anyway, I can't feel the pain. If you don't tell me, I really don't know that my hand is broken." The man smiled lightly, with a clean demeanor that made it hard to be wary.

Qi Yang knew that he had too much contact with strangers, so he turned to leave when the man stopped him.

"Young master, stop!"

Qi Yang stopped and turned around to look, "What's the matter?"

"It's getting late now, not to mention the fish, and the young master's contribution. I want to invite the young master to go to the humble house together, rest for a night, and taste fresh fish, how about it?"

Qi Yang glanced at the carp on the ground, raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows, looked at the man, "Yes."

"En." The man responded, bent down and picked up the fishing tackle, then pulled the fish by the gills, and walked ahead, "Follow me."

Qi Yang followed behind the man, looking at the indigo clouds reflected in the sky, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The man giggled silly twice, "Um, I don't have a name..."

"Ok?"

"To be precise, I don't even know who I am, but everyone calls me Fisherman, so you can call me that too."

"..."

Qi Yang was speechless for a moment.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

Qi Yang raised his head and thought for a while, then said, "Qi Yang.