I created countless illusions

Chapter 152 Smile

In Liu Zhengfeng's eloquent narration, a majestic picture scroll of the Jianghu is slowly unfolding in front of the eyes of the two younger generations of the Jianghu.

From the Central Plains to the south of the Yangtze River, from the vast prairie to the wild and magnificent glaciers beyond the Great Wall.

On this small merchant ship, an old Jianghu who had withdrawn from the Jianghu pointed out the Jiangshan, and the eyes of the two young people were shining when they listened.

Even if Yang Shou knew the plot a long time ago, listening to Liu Zhengfeng's evaluation of the characters in the world and the heroes of the martial arts and the emotions in his words, he still couldn't help but yearn for it.

Perhaps the reason why he is still obsessed with creating a martial arts universe is also because he always has a martial arts dream.

"The mountains and rivers are picturesque, how many heroes bow their heads!" Although he hadn't said enough, Liu Zhengfeng seemed to be losing his interest in talking.

After all, he is an old man who intends to withdraw from the arena. There are still regrets in the arena, people he has never met, and things he has never done, but forget it.

"Senior, do you really have no regrets in leaving the arena like this?" Yang Shou asked Liu Zhengfeng.

Liu Zhengfeng smiled indifferently: "The arena I just mentioned is the arena of heroes and famous officials, but the arena of ordinary people is only blood licking at the edge of a knife and precarity. Most of them are plotting by villains, and few are friends and concubines."

"It's God's favor for me to have Brother Qu as a confidant in my life, and if I have more greed, it's just a lot of delusions."

Then he said to Yang Shou: "It's you boy, you are accompanied by a beautiful woman when you go out, and when you are just a fledgling, you meet senior masters to teach you peerless martial arts. Maybe you can still make a name for yourself in the Jianghu, but you don't have to because of me and Brother Qu. And gave birth to the heart of retreating from the rivers and lakes."

Yue Lingshan, whose identity was debunked by one word, blushed slightly and lowered her head, but she was secretly looking at Yang Shou.

I want to see if my elder brother who I have been thinking about has the same thoughts.

Qu Yang, who hadn't spoken much, said, "It's also my brother's good fortune to get to know Brother Liu Xian."

The two old men looked at each other, and everything was silent.

Qu Yang took out a guqin from behind him.

Liu Zhengfeng also pulled out Chang Xiao from his sleeve.

"It's been many years since you and I have played together the song "Swordsman" that we composed together back then. Now that we're on a boat, Yang Fan goes out to sea, and we just happen to be playing "Swordsman" together, Qu Yang said.

Liu Zhengfeng stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "It's exactly what I want!"

After speaking, the two unfolded the score, Liu Zhengfeng played the flute to start the tune, and Qu Yang played the piano to close.

The two played piano and flute together, and the impassioned tune spread across the river.

The Hengshan disciples who were on the boat and doing various tasks also stopped their work one after another, showing intoxicated expressions.

The disciples who are good at musical instruments also took out their respective instruments, and began to wait for the rhythm to incorporate their own music into it.

"There is a laugh in the sea, the tides on both sides of the bank, ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present..."

Qu Yang raised his voice to sing, Yang Shou almost couldn't hold back, and sang along with him.

This song is engraved in DNA.

How many people never dreamed of going boating on the rivers and lakes and singing this song when they were young?

"Old songs, old tunes, old plays, old-fashioned?"

"That's because I've never been there before!" Yang Shou let go of his restraint, and sang generously along with the tune and rhythm.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, two frustrated people in the world, played a song "Swordsman" together when they retired from the world.

They have never been arrogant.

But when they are about to jump out of the frame and go to another world of freedom, why aren't they just laughing at the rivers and lakes?

It is expected that they met and knew each other when they were young, and they compose this song together, naturally in order to create a world-shattering name in this Jianghu, and really be proud of the Jianghu.

But now when we meet again, there is a taste of "the white-haired fishermen and woodcutters are blocked by the river, and I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze".

The pride and arrogance of being young is gone, but it is replaced by a more unrestrained chic and calm.

What is good and evil, what is fame and fortune, these have been seen through and seen through by them.

This is a realm of life.

It may not be very clever, but those who can't do it don't have to stand in the world of mortals and laugh at their innocence and romance.

The singing was suddenly interrupted when the interest was highest.

The flying fire feathers ignited the merchant ship.

The screams of the disciples awakened everyone who was still resting in the singing.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang went out of the cabin to look out.

A total of six fast boats were originally hiding in the reeds, but now they all surrounded them.

The hook and lock thrown from the clipper had caught the merchant ship, and teams of masked men in black were stepping on ropes and boarding the ship quickly.

The men in black who were the first to board the ship had already fought against the disciples on board.

Amidst the raging flames, the sound of clashing swords and swords came and went one after another.

It's like making another comment on the song "Swordsman" that was sung a few minutes ago.

"Who is it?"

"I, Liu Zhengfeng, have been kind to others for decades. Now that I have washed my hands in a golden basin, who is it who wants to chase so far and kill them all?" Throw it into the river and shout loudly.

"According to the order of the leader of the left alliance, Liu Zhengfeng colluded with demon cult monsters, and should be dealt with on the spot, so as to serve as an example to others." A voice came from the reeds.

Liu Zhengfeng sneered and said: "If the leader of the left alliance wants to kill me, why should he hide his head and show his tail like this?"

"Who is it that actually wants to use me, an old bastard who has withdrawn from the arena, to destroy our Five Sacred Sacred Alliance?"

In Yang Shou and Xu Ke's jointly revised version of Swordsman, Zuo Lengchan is no longer thinking about the integration of the Five Sacred Mountains, but in the name of the leader of the Five Sacred Sword Sect, seeking a higher status and interests for himself.

After all, in reality, the Five Sacred Sword Sect divides the heavens and the south, the earth and the north, and they really want to unite... how?
After the Shaolin Temple was divided into the north and the south, they all had their own halls, and gradually they couldn't urinate in one pot.

It can be seen that in such a world, geographical separation and division is the most effective way of division.

The imperial power still has the saying that "the sky is high and the emperor is far away" and "the imperial power does not go to the countryside". How can the Jianghu sects truly merge into one?

As for directly gathering disciples from various sects and putting them together for unified management... that would be even more nonsense.

Needless to say, the friction and disputes that arise from being crowded together.

Just the daily and monthly consumption of resources, rations, weapon consumption, etc., add up to astronomical figures.

What's more, the rivers and lakes and the imperial court are not separated, but closely related.

How could the imperial court allow the Five Sacred Sword Sect to merge into a whole?
Now the Five Sacred Mountains Alliance itself is already playing on the court's tolerance line.

"The old man is not stupid!"

"But whether you're stupid or not, you're bound to die."

"Your head is the trigger for your Five Sacred Sword Sect to fight among themselves."

"Kill me!" said the voice from the reeds.

Those men in black who attacked and killed them worked even harder.

Judging from their posture, battle, and the rhythm of advance and retreat, it is obvious that they are not the general roughness of the rivers and lakes.

On the contrary, it is more like a person in the army.

　Future updates will be in the afternoon and evening, and spend more time exercising in the morning.

　　The body is the capital of the revolution!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)