The lake is deserted.

It's five o'clock in the night.

A solitary boat was moored in the middle of the lake, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The reflected lake surface was flooded with light, as bright as frost and snow, and the ripples were like a mirror. The moon's shadow fell, reflecting the boat's shadow, as well as the shadows of people.

There is also a swaying, dim lamp hanging on the bow of the small boat, which is even worse than the weak lights on the shore. It is lonely and cold.

Fifth update, this time period is very delicate.

The subtlety is that some people feel that it is very late, some feel that it is already late, some are still sleeping, and some are already shivering and throwing mended fishing nets. For them, this is already morning.

Mochou, this lake is called Mochou. Who can not worry?

The sound of the flute coming from the shore is whimpering and full of sadness. I am afraid that some girl is tired of love, and she is chanting the words of missing you like the bright moon, expressing her sorrow to the moon god in songs.

Lonely boat and cold shadow.

In Wupengli, under the reflection of the moonlight, a man covered in blood could be faintly seen lying inside, motionless, as if he was dead.

But suddenly, the man's breath, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly reappeared. His chest was like a twitching bellows, rising and falling erratically. He opened his eyes while breathing heavily, as if he had a nightmare.

It is indeed a nightmare. If almost dying is not considered a nightmare, then probably all the dreams in the world can only be considered sweet dreams.

The stinging pain in his chest came in waves, and the man gasped greedily. Perhaps his breathing was too rapid, and he had to cough due to the backflow of blood in his throat.

Severe cough.

The coughing made his eyes red and blood dripping from his mouth.

Then he burst into tears.

After all, anyone who encounters the tragedy of his family being slaughtered will probably have to cry loudly.

He is Zhang Renfeng.

But after crying once, Zhang Renfeng suddenly raised his head and looked towards the bow of the ship.

Under the dim yellow lamp, there was a person sitting there, dressed in black, with a bamboo hat on his head, and carrying two knives on his back. The clothes on his back had a slender gash, along with the flesh and blood inside, and the wound It was as long and thin as hair, as if it had been scraped by the drizzle like a knife, and it looked like a blood streak.

Is this a sword wound, the Water-Bearing Sword Technique? He is a good swordsman, so he can naturally see what's in it at a glance. In today's world, only Xiaoyu's Water-Bearing Sword can cut such a long and slender sword wound.

"Who are you?"

he asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and he didn't answer the questions.

Zhang Renfeng was very weak. He clutched his chest and struggled to sit up little by little. His heart was different from that of ordinary people. Although the sword penetrated into the chest, it only damaged flesh and blood, so that he fainted under the severe pain. The damage was not fatal.

"I am Zhang Renfeng!"

The man in black sat sideways, unable to see his face, stroking the knife in his hand, and wrote lightly: "You are not only Zhang Renfeng, you are also Zhang Hairui's son!

As soon as he heard his father's name, Zhang Renfeng's eyes suddenly burst out with a light of hatred, and his eyes were covered with thin and twisted bloodshot streaks.

"Black Stone killed my father and destroyed my whole family. I must take revenge—ahem—" He gritted his teeth and trembled all over as he spoke, as if these words had exhausted all his energy, causing him to cough again.

"Is it just you?" A basin of cold water was poured down, and the man in black spoke sarcastically, making ruthless mockery. "With your current appearance, anyone can easily kill you, and you are What can be done?”

Zhang Renfeng was aroused by his words and opened his mouth to refute, but as if he thought of something, he smiled miserably, as if he was discouraged, and his eyes with hatred dimmed.

"You're right, I really can't do anything, so why did you save me and let me die? Wouldn't that be the end of it all!"

The man in black glanced at him lightly.

"Aren't you already dead? Now everyone thinks Zhang Renfeng is dead. There should be no such person as Zhang Renfeng in the world anymore. There is no difference between saving or not!"

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Renfeng's face was very pale, as if there was no blood at all.

The man in black still said in that calm and unhurried tone: "Zhang Renfeng is dead, but isn't there another one of you in this world? Some things cannot be done overtly, so let's turn light into darkness and covertly

Do."

"Everyone knows that you are dead, so this is also your advantage. Who would have thought that a dead person is still alive in this world, and is still hiding with them. Unexpected actions can always gain something.

!”

Zhang Renfeng frowned when he heard the words. He seemed to be thinking about the meaning of the words, and finally hesitated and even doubted: "You mean you want me to change my identity? Who are you? Why did you save me? And why did you help me deal with Black Stone? You

Want to take advantage of me?"

"You have so many questions. In fact, I also want to deal with Black Stone. Is this answer enough?"

Seeing his alert look, the man in black couldn't help but smile. He had taken the oar from the bow and started to shake it. The swaying sound of the wooden oar was hoarse and creaking than his voice, like a dying tree.

The old man's sigh was like the sound of a door hinge turning.

Zhang Renfeng still wanted to ask more questions, but the man in black interrupted him lightly. "Okay, we don't have much time. It's almost dawn. Let's leave the capital first. After you change your identity, come to me again. But remember this

Place, I will spend one night on the lake on the fifteenth day of every month, let’s talk about it then!”

The Wupeng boat has been slowly rushing downstream along the flowing water.

The morning breeze has risen on the lake.

The night is getting darker in the sky, and the moonlight is also fading.

"Bata!"

Entering the water, the wooden oar suddenly fell down, and the man in black on the bow was gone.

Zhang Renfeng covered the sword wound on his chest, feeling the stinging pain under his palm, and then looked at the jagged sword beside him, his eyes complicated and obscure.

Wait for it to go away with the current.

The shore not far away,

The willow branches swayed, and a figure flipped down from the air.

Watching the boat float along the water, he took off his bamboo hat and face towel and threw them into the lake.

"Ahem——"

A low cough sounded.

It took several times before he calmed down.

The monk's rosary beads hit a key point on his chest, disrupting his breathing and even leaving some hidden wounds on his lungs.

What a great monk.

As soon as he opened his mouth to spit out, a ball of bright red blood splashed into the lake. Su Qing wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

The makeup on his face had been removed, and the translucent white flesh and blood fell under the moonlight, as if a jade statue had come to life.

"Is this internal strength?"

Su Qing's eyes were a little bright. He glanced up at the moon, and his eyes were even brighter. This night was really long for him. Not far along the shore, he found himself under a vigorous and tall old locust tree.

, he climbed up the branch, and when he came down again, he had a white package and a sword in his hand.

"It seems that starting from tomorrow, we must first deal with these killers in the capital!"

Now that Xiaoyu has left the Black Stone, and Zhang Renfeng has also faked his death and escaped, the King of Wheels must track down Xiaoyu's whereabouts. Several masters are distracted from his attention. Who will notice him at such an opportunity? Of course, he must first take care of Xiaoyu.

The killers in the capital must be dug out and found one by one. Whether it is controlling or getting rid of them, they must be solved.

He doesn't like to place his hopes on others. It is better to pray to God and Buddha than to pray for yourself. Only what you control is your strength.

"Interesting!"

Su Qing turned and left.

The bright moon was setting in the west, and a hint of fish belly white began to appear on the horizon.
Chapter completed!