Weishui Tangtang, the stars are still young.
There are three lights, lit under the willows on the river bank, which contrast with the sea of stars in the river, deep and quiet.
If you look carefully, there are three ships in the place where the lights are bright.
These ships are more than three feet long, and the masts are also more than one foot high. The cabins are quite large, and can accommodate ten or twenty people. If they are stacked, the entire ship can also carry a hundred stones. Such a ship is the most common cargo ship that shuttles through the Weishui River, and it is inconspicuous.
On the frontmost cargo ship, there were two people on the bow. One was sitting on a cargo box. She was slender, with long hair like a waterfall, and her eyes were extremely bright. It could be seen that she was a woman, not very old, probably less than twenty, but The light was dim, so it was hard to tell whether the skin was fair or not, but it was vaguely visible. The woman's facial features were quite beautiful, the beauty of Xiaojiabiyu.
Standing beside the woman was a muscular young man holding a long knife in his arms. He stood quietly like a plum blossom pile.
"I'm going to do it soon, ugly husband, are you afraid?" The woman sitting on the cargo box had a quiet and restrained demeanor, and her voice was light and light, like the river wind blowing willows, gentle and harmless.
"I'm not afraid." The man named Ugly Fu, who was holding a knife, replied in a succinct voice.
The woman knew the ugly man's dull temper, and didn't expect him to answer more. She bowed her head in silence for a while, and looked at the Weishui in front of the boat.
"Aren't you afraid of dying?" the woman asked.
The man holding the knife glanced at the woman: "Don't be afraid if I die, as long as the master is not dead, that's fine."
The woman who is the head of the family was slightly startled, bit her lower lip, and was speechless for a while.
"We are all likely to die, because we are just pawns." The woman looked at the Weishui in a daze, her voice was like the morning mist, and gently dispersed, "But what can we do? The opponent's background is too big, so big that our Changhe gang There is no room for resistance, so when they appeared, I knew that the Changhe Gang would definitely die a lot of people."
Speaking of this, the woman suddenly smiled, the meaning was inexplicable, but her voice became low and sad: "Since my father died three months ago, I have become the head of the Changhe Gang, so I am not afraid of death. There are many Weishuihe gangs, relying on This big river is asking for life, and my father will die if his cultivation base is so high, so why won't I die, it's just a matter of time."
The ugly man thought for a while, and said: "Gong Wei is a big shot in Chang'an City. He promised our Changfeng Gang that as long as we do things for him, the Changhe Gang will become the largest gang in Weishui. In time, the big bosses will be able to order the Weishui gang. All gangs... the boss will not die!"
The woman shook her head: "I don't care if the Changhe Gang can become the largest gang in Weishui. I just want to avenge my father and destroy the Heijiao Gang that killed him!"
The ugly husband said: "The Black Flood Dragon Gang is the largest gang in Weishui River."
"That's right, so I really have no choice but to seek refuge with Duke Wei." The woman lowered her head and murmured softly.
On the second cargo ship, in the cabin, there were two people sitting on the floor facing each other.
The middle-aged man on the left has a face like sapphire, a beautiful beard, and a decent manner. He is drinking a bowl of tea at the moment. Sitting opposite him was an old man in black robe and white hair, with sharp eyes and sharp eyes, he was hale and hearty, and he didn't have the cup of tea before leaving.
"The Changhe Gang is just a small gang, with no more than a few dozen members and less than one qi trainer. We have to complete the errand assigned by the prime minister. Taking them with us will only get in the way. Why does Duke Wei insist on doing this?" the black-robed old man endured. After a while, he finally couldn't help but speak.
A middle-aged man with a beautiful beard, called Wei Jiangnan, is Wei Baoheng's younger brother. He put down his tea bowl and said with a chuckle, "We are going to deal with King An, so naturally we can't reveal our identities. The Changhe Gang is a pawn to hide our identities. With them, after the incident, all the crimes can be blamed on the Changhe Gang... Li Guanshu's lessons learned from the past must not be ignored."
The old man in black snorted coldly: "Then Li Ye is just an ant who has just entered Qi training. The old man can kill him with his backhand. He comes and goes without a trace, without leaving any traces. What's the point?"
"No, no, say it again, we won't kill him. He is the prince, and he is the young governor of Chang'an Prefecture. If he says he will die, the court will definitely investigate... We just need to capture him and imprison him for a period of time. If he can't find out about Huangli Township, it will be enough for the prime minister to hold Chang'an Mansion accountable, saying that Chang'an Mansion is not doing well, and it will be logical to replace Chang'an Mansion Governor at that time." Wei Jiangnan smiled, appearing to have a rough chest.
The black-robed old man was still unconvinced: "It's so refreshing!"
Wei Jiangnan's face straightened, and he looked at the old man in black solemnly: "Chen Jianghe, you have been in the Prime Minister's Mansion for more than ten years. With your cultivation and the errands you have helped the Prime Minister's Mansion, you should have been a first-class enshrined in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Why is it still only second-class now, don't you know?"
Chen Jianghe, the old man in black robe, was startled for a moment, then his face darkened, and he said nothing more.
From time to time, someone got on the boat from the river bank, entered the cabin, and whispered a few words to Wei Jiangnan.
Wei Jiangnan looked at Chen Jianghe: "King An has arrived in Huangli Township, you take the Changhe Gang and set off immediately. Remember, this matter must be carried out according to the plan, and there must be no mistakes!"
Chen Jianghe stood up with a sullen face, cupped his fists at Wei Jiangnan, and left the cabin.
Huangli Township.
The wharf warehouse in Huangli Township has been burned down, leaving only ruins. The brightly lit wharf in the past is now pitch black.
Two miles away from the wharf, on the top of a low hill, there is a hut among the trees, with only three rooms.
In the largest room, there was a huge stove. It was already high hour, but the stove was still brightly lit. A strong man wearing only a black leather apron in front of his body was swinging a big hammer, sweating profusely, beating A piece of red-hot refined iron, sparks splashed everywhere.
The middle-aged man has dark skin and a thick face. He looks ordinary, except for the bulging muscles on his arms, which rise and fall like hills as he swings his arms. "The noble lady may be bloody when she sees her.
However, looking at the refined iron he was forging, the shape was a little weird. If you carefully distinguish it, it was clearly a kitchen knife that was about to be formed.
The middle-aged man had no other distractions, and was concentrating on dealing with the kitchen knife under his hand. Suddenly, from behind the hut, came a resounding child's voice, very penetrating: "Liu Dazheng!"
Hearing this sudden and loud shout, the blacksmith man didn't stop moving his hands for half a minute, but he also responded with the same loud voice: "Why are you yelling in the middle of the night! Didn't you bring toilet paper?"
Before he could finish his words, the voice of the child behind the hut grew louder, almost roaring to the sky: "Liu Dazheng! I forgot to bring the toilet paper! Bring it to me quickly!"
Liu Dazheng didn't turn his head back: "What to give, wipe it with leaves!"
In the hut behind the hut, the child's voice paused for a moment, then suddenly sounded again: "It's out of reach!"
Liu Dazheng clamped the shaped kitchen knife with iron tongs, turned around and dipped it into the cold water pool, and the sound of puffing was particularly crisp: "You don't have a brain? Of course you can't reach it if you squat on the latrine. You go down and walk to the leaves. Isn't that enough?"
"Liu Dazheng! Your uncle!"
Liu Dazheng probably thought of the boy's embarrassment, snorted coldly, raised his chin, triumphantly.
After a while, a seven or eight-year-old boy turned around from the side of the house. When he reached the courtyard, Liu Dazheng had already picked up his bong and was sitting on the threshold, leisurely tearing the tobacco leaves.
"Liu Dazheng! You don't give me toilet paper! I won't cook tomorrow, I'll see what you eat!" The boy pointed at the man's nose and shouted angrily.
If it is said that Liu Dazheng's skin is dark, his skin is at least bronze-colored, then this little boy's skin is so dark that he seems to have just crawled out of a coal mine, almost blending into the night, only the teeth look quite white, which is very white. obvious.
Liu Dazheng glanced at the little boy disdainfully, lit the tobacco and took a puff, with a look of enjoyment as if he wanted to ascend to immortality: "Okay, then don't expect me to go to the river to catch fish for you."
The dark little boy was still aggressive a moment ago, but when he heard this sentence, his expression immediately collapsed, his eyes rolled, and he ran to the man's side, stretched his neck, smiled kindly, and called flatteringly. He yelled: "Father!"
Liu Dazheng turned his head, pretending to be dismissive, and made up his mind.
While the father and son were making fun, someone came up from the winding mountain road, arrived at the gate of the cottage courtyard, entered the door without saying hello, went straight into the house without even looking at Liu Dazheng, and looked at the Kitchen knives on the shelf.
This man was dressed in a blue taoist robe, with a mahogany hairpin inserted in his head, and a simple long sword on his back.
Seeing this Taoist, the boy swaggered into the hut with a defiant and anti-customer appearance, immediately became furious, stretched out his finger and pointed at him, just as he was about to make a sound, he suddenly thought of something, rolled his eyes, and asked Liu Dazheng moved: "Do you know this guy?"
Liu Dazheng exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said coldly, "I don't know."
Although the boy was still young, he was clever. He could tell that Liu Dazheng was obviously lying. He turned his head and looked at the strange looking Taoist. His eyes were bright and he was determined to wait and see what happened.
"The number one knife in the Central Plains, which was famous in Kyushu in the past, is now hiding in this place where no shit is possible, and has started a business of blacksmithing. He only forges... kitchen knives! If the old master knows , I don’t know if he will come here with his whisk, and he won’t recognize the old man you beat him.”
The Taoist looked at the room full of kitchen knives, smiled, and looked back at Liu Dazheng, his eyes were full of sarcasm.
The boy blinked, then pushed the man's arm, with a curious expression on his face: "Liu Dazheng, what he said about the first cut in the Central Plains, was he talking about you?"
The middle-aged man only cared about smoking and didn't bother to answer.
The Taoist stepped back to the door and glanced at the boy: "Who is this little boy?"
The little boy has always followed the principle of not being able to move the enemy, and staying out of the way, ready to watch a good show, when he heard this sentence, he immediately became unhappy, and jumped up all of a sudden: "You stinky Taoist priest, who are you calling a brat?! "
The Taoist looked indifferent, and still looked at Liu Dazheng: "You have only been in seclusion for a few years, and of course this brat is not your son. He must be your apprentice? Or his adopted son? But it doesn't look special, Oh, it’s just a little dark, no, it’s too damn dark!”
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The boy was so angry that he yelled, as if he wanted to go back to the house to get a kitchen knife and chop the guy up.
"Tell me, what are you doing here?" Liu Dazheng was finally willing to talk to the Taoist.
The Taoist clasped his sleeves and looked at the pier of Huangli Township: "In May of this year, a pool of green lotus raised by Shimen in Niushou Mountain disappeared. There was a fierce battle at Sanqing Temple that day, but I went to check afterwards. No matter whether it was Qin Tianjian Nangong No. 1 who destroyed the Sanqing Temple, or the clan children who were forced to go to Niu Shou Mountain by Li Guanshu, they have never seen that Chi Qinglian... except for one person. No, to be precise , two people."
Liu Dazheng finished smoking and knocked the ash on the threshold: "I have withdrawn from the rivers and lakes and retired to the mountains and forests. What does this have to do with me?"
The Taoist looked at Liu Dazheng and chuckled, "Of course it has something to do with you, because I haven't investigated yet, but the two most suspected people right now are Song Jiao and Li Ye."
Liu Dazheng frowned.
The Taoist laughed louder: "And they will come to Huangli Township tomorrow. Tell me, is this a coincidence? Is it interesting?"
Liu Dazheng didn't speak, but the Taoist clapped his hands and praised: "What a coincidence, it's so interesting!"