The world's most invincible

Chapter 96
The mist covers the Qingjiang River, and the moon shines on the reed boat.

A young monk started killing people in the boat.

Against the backdrop of the dense fog and the waning moon, everything seemed so reasonable and natural.

After all, this scene should have appeared 20 years ago.

The blood-colored wedding dress woman floating at the entrance of the cabin hall stared blankly at the murderous figure exuding black energy all over her body.

Beyond the big ship, above the river.

Li Goyi and the young Jiang Shen watched this scene quietly.

As for Mr. Xiaoqian, Li Goyi used magic to cover his eyes and ears, so as not to leave a shadow on the little guy.

The waning moon is silent.

After a while, there was not a single living creature in the entire ship.

Whether it is the monks of the immortal family, heroes of the rivers and lakes, officials and wealthy businessmen, boatmen and sailors, and seemingly ordinary common people, they are all related to the massacre of the Feng family 20 years ago.

It took 20 years for the young lady of the Feng family to find them out one by one, and then use the secret method of ghosts to gather them together on this big ship.

At this time, their evil deeds 20 years ago have finally been liquidated.

The young monk who killed the last person stood blankly in the cabin lobby on the second floor.

Waves of black energy emanated from his body, and a black lotus mark appeared on his forehead.

This is the unique mark of Buddhist disciples who have fallen into demons.

The once young ascetic monk has turned into a demon monk.

He looked at the corpses and blood all over the ground, and his face was full of indifference instead of pain and regret.

After seeing the boat full of corpses, he glanced at the waning moon in the sky through the window of the boat.

Finally, he turned around and looked at the bloody wedding dress woman floating at the entrance.

Miss Feng's family, who was wearing a blood-colored wedding gown, no longer had that surly expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, or crying but not crying.

The dense fog outside the ship gradually dissipated.

Her eyes have also returned to clarity.

The two looked at each other and stared for a long time.

In a daze, what the two saw in their eyes was not the boat full of corpses and blood, but the scene when the boys and girls met for the first time.

That year, the thirteen-year-old boy in white followed his father to the Feng family for the first time.

As soon as he entered Feng's residence, he met a group of elegant girls playing on the swings in the courtyard.

When they saw Master Chen bringing the rumored third young master of the Chen family to the door, a group of young girls immediately dispersed like butterflies.

But the most outstanding girl among them couldn't help being curious, leaning against the door and looking back, she happened to meet the boy's gaze.

The girl was shy, she quickly lowered her head, pretending to sniff the green plum protruding from the courtyard door.

She thought it was covered up.

But he didn't know that shy appearance was forever engraved in the boy's heart.

pity……

The night wind blows the waves and beats the reed boat, waking up the two people who were looking at each other.

"Chen Lang!"

Miss Feng's family, who had completely recovered her sanity, called softly.

The expression on the face of the young monk exuding black air also softened.

There was still a bit of remorse in his eyes, and he whispered: "Qiniang, I'm sorry!"

Sorry, it's 20 years late.

When he rushed to Feng's mansion and saw the corpses all over the ground, he felt extremely regretful, but the beauty had passed away, and even the corpses were not complete.

Even if I want to say regret, I don't know who to say it to.

These three words, like steel blades, stabbed in his heart for 20 years.

Even the wooden fish with blue lanterns and the sound of the Buddha's name cannot be resolved.

Now, he finally said it.

The beauty floating opposite had the same face as before, as if she had never left.

However, the blood-colored wedding dress on her body and the bloodstain on her neck clearly told him that everything was different after all.

Hearing this sorry, the young lady of the Feng family, who had just regained her clarity, suddenly turned cold, as if she had been greatly stimulated.

Suddenly, she let out a scream, and endless resentment enveloped a radius of three hundred miles in an instant.

Not only the entire big ship, but also Li Goyi, Xiao Qianjun, and the young Jiangshen who were outside the ship were all included.

Li Goyi, who was hovering above the water, changed his expression slightly.

In the next moment, he entered another world.

……

The old shopkeeper of the Zuiwangxiang Tavern in Hanzhou City passed away on the day of Frost's Descent, leaving behind a bunch of nonsense.

Before the first seven days were over, the four sons and three daughters were arguing together, and several daughters-in-law and son-in-law were playing drums for their own men and women, making the whole tavern even more noisy than the Wenwu Temple Fair on the Lantern Festival.

In the end, the quarreling and fighting broke out, with men's roars and women's screams mixed in, and it was even more thrilling than the water demon attacking the city.

In the end, none of the houses could gain the upper hand and become the talker, and they all broke up. No one wanted to inherit the old man's property, and the tavern was closed.

There are dozens of taverns in Hanzhou city, not to mention hundreds of them. Drunk Forgotten Township is closed. Except for a few old drinkers who sighed and sighed, they are not the same as the yellow leaves on Taoye Street at the end of autumn. It doesn't make any difference if it slips away.

But for Chen Shaobai and Li Gouyi who survived by the tavern, they suffered from Chi Yu.

They were tavern clerks, and as soon as the tavern closed they had to find work again.

After guarding the first seven days for the old shopkeeper who had been kind to them, the two teenagers came to the Hanshui River.

The morning sun was thin, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of golden mist on them.

"Xiaoyi, I'm going to Nozeguan to join the army." Chen Shaobai said.

"I'll go with you." Li Goyi said without thinking.

"No, with your small body, like a lady from a wealthy family, the frontier army will not want you."

Chen Shaobai grinned. Although he was only 13 years old, he was tall and handsome.

But Li Goyi is different. Li Goyi is thin and has a fair and delicate face. It is a bit exaggerated to say that he looks like a boudoir from a rich family, like a young scholar.

Chen Shaobai's smile suddenly restrained and became a little deep.

"More importantly, the two of us can't take risks at the same time. At least one of us must live well. If we all die in Noze Pass, who will avenge the revenge of the whole village?"

……

Chen Shaobai and Li Goui are two inexperienced children in Chenli Village. One evening, the west side of the village suddenly had a fierce aura, and immediately the whole village was covered by a scarlet banner, and it became dark and gloomy, without seeing the sun. .

After a while, more than 800 people in Chenli Village were all turned into blood mist and swept away by the scarlet banner.

Only Chen Shaobai and Li Goyi, who were swimming in the river, escaped by hiding in the water because of panic and fear.

Overnight, Chenli Village, which was originally peaceful and peaceful, turned into a ghost village.

Chen Shaobai and Li Goyi hid in the water and witnessed the tragedy of the whole village. They also saw a huge black shadow as high as a mountain standing behind the scarlet banner.

Later, the two left Chenli Village, followed the fleeing refugees into Hanzhou City, and met the old shopkeeper who was drunk and forgotten his hometown.

Because Chen Shaobai was clever, and Li Xiangyi was literate and could settle accounts, the old shopkeeper took them in and let them work as waiters in the tavern.

The two teenagers from the same village lived day after day in Hanzhou City, but they never forgot the big scarlet flag and the huge black shadow behind it.

They want revenge.

For their parents, brothers and sisters, for the men, women and children of the whole village.

Also for themselves.

……

Li Xiangyi looked at the tall young man whose smile was gone, frowned, and said: "We want revenge, and we don't have to go to the army. Noze Pass is too dangerous. Every year, we will fight with the Noze Lake water monster, and many people will be killed or injured." If you want to become stronger, you can find other avenues, such as going to Hanshan Academy, going to Lieshui Jianzong, or going to Baiquanmen."

Hanshan Academy, Lieshui Jianzong, and Baiquanmen are the three major cultivation forces in Hanzhou.

Chen Shaobai grinned again, "But only by joining the army can you become stronger and earn money. I've already thought about it. I'll join the army, get paid, and send money to you after earning military merits."

"As for you, go to the academy. Didn't you always want to go to Hanshan Academy? This is all right, Shu Xiu doesn't have to worry. You are a literati, and I am a martial artist. There must be at least one of us who can accomplish something."

Chen Shaobai took it for granted, and his body was filled with a look that is rare for teenagers.

Li Xiangyi's delicate face was silent for a while.

He knew that Chen Shaobai had made up his mind and couldn't change it.

This companion was the child king of Chenli Village since he was a child. He often took a group of "minions" to fight outside the village, overturned the wall in the village, and made chickens fly. Even ten old oxen could not be pulled back.

Chen Shaobai stepped forward suddenly, stuffed a bag of things into Li Xiangyi's arms, then backed away with a smile and said, "I know what you're worried about, but don't worry, I'll be fine, my life is hard. "

"When I was a child, the blind old man who set up a stall on the Changqiao Fair told my fate, saying that I would live to be at least 98 years old, and that I would be rich and powerful. You just wait for my brother to make meritorious service and become a high-ranking official, and come back to bring you Live a happy life."

"At that time, I will marry three wives, four concubines, fifteen pretty maidservants, and I will marry you a dozen or so wives, tsk tsk... In a few years, our Chenli Village will be prosperous again!"

Li Xiangyi twitched the corner of his mouth.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Chen Shaobai strode away, followed the willows along the Hanshui River all the way south, and would go to the Noze Pass in front of the dangerous big swamp in the south.

Seeing the tall young man drifting away in the shadow of Liu Si, Li Xiangyi suddenly shouted: "Dabai, I'll wait for you to go back to Chenli Village together!"

Chen Shaobai turned around and stepped back while waving his hands, with a warm smile on his face.

There was a faint neighing sound from the official road in the distance.

Li Xiangyun suddenly remembered two lines of poems in "Poems of a Thousand Families" taught by his husband when the village school was opened when he was a child.

Waving his hand, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming.

……

As the largest academy in Hanzhou, Hanshan Academy is not located in Hanzhou City, but on Hanshan Mountain in the western suburbs.

Wanfengling, the main peak of Hanshan Mountain where the academy is located, is more than fifty miles away from the state city.

Li Xiangyi hid the bag of copper coins that Chen Shaobai gave him, and prepared to go to Hanshan Academy.

It was late autumn, the time when the maple forests on the Hanshan Mountains were dyed red all over the mountains, and it also coincided with the annual New Moon of Hanshan Academy.

As long as you arrive before the red leaves of Wanfengling fall, and pass the examination, you can enter the academy to study.

At noon, Li Goyi came out from the west gate of Zhoucheng with a small cloth bag on his back, and walked westward.

After walking for more than [-] miles, the sky was getting dark, and night soon covered the land.

After walking a few miles further, Li Xiangyi came across a dilapidated temple in a half-mountain depression and planned to spend the night there.

The temple is not big, and after entering through a dilapidated courtyard gate, it is the main hall.

The wing rooms on the left and right have collapsed, but the main hall seems to be stable. There is a wooden plaque hanging in front of the eaves. The words on the plaque have been blurred.

The handwriting is really hard to read. I don't know who this god is.

Open the door and enter, and a tall old man in Confucian shirts is enshrined in the center of the lobby.

The old man in Confucian shirts holds a writing brush in his right hand and a sword on his left waist. He looks elegant and majestic.

There is a pair of damaged and mottled couplets on both sides of the statue:

A thousand military strategies can be written with a bald pen;
The iron sword leveled the ten thousand zhang demon.

Li Xiangyi admired the majesty left by the statue, and was also shocked by the momentum contained in this couplet, so he bowed three times with the etiquette of being unlearned and backward.

Then he found dry grass and firewood, and lit a fire in the main hall to keep away insects and beasts.

After eating the dry food, he read a book by the fire for a while. Before the second watch, he closed his clothes and fell asleep in front of the statue, so that he could recharge his energy and continue on his way tomorrow.

When the third watch was approaching the fourth watch, the fire had already been extinguished, and the temple was dark and quiet, with only a little starlight leaking in through the dilapidated roof.

Suddenly, a black cloud hit from the north, covering the five miles around the temple in an instant.

A human-shaped shadow more than three feet high condensed in the black cloud, floating down and standing outside the temple.

"Zhou Lengxi, I'm back again. It's time to settle the old accounts from 500 years ago!"

The humanoid shadow made a hoarse and sharp sound.

bang-

The closed main hall door suddenly opened, and with a golden light, a tall and majestic old man came out.

The old man was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a sword on his left waist, and he was exactly the same as the statue in the hall.

(End of this chapter)