Devil Sword in Jianghu

Dongting Lake is still calm, with blue sky, clear water and little sails.

A fight took place in Cuiliu villa. It seems that even a small splash was not aroused in the vast Dongting Lake.

Ge Changjiang was angry. When he left, he was still so proud.

But in his heart, only he can feel the slight depression, loss and indignation.

Yueliu mountain is at most a squire in Yueyang City, a particularly rich squire.

The Yangtze River Gang is a big gang with thousands of people and controls the whole Yangtze River.

He is Ge Changjiang, and he is a powerful figure in the Yangtze River.

But this is the Changjiang gang. It happened that they lost to Cuiliu villa.

Even the leader of his sect, if he had not been saved, would have died in Cuiliu villa.

Moreover, what he couldn't understand in his heart was that Leng Jiexing clearly promised him to leave Yueyang and collected his property, but why did he suddenly come back.

And the thief thin boy, who is he? Why did he save himself?

All this made him wonder.

Ge Changjiang stood on the shore of Junshan island and looked at the sails on the lake.

One foot behind him stood a disciple of the Changjiang sect dressed in royal clothes.

Ge Changjiang's eyes seemed to burst out fire, anger.

"Elder Chen, immediately send a letter to the nine sub halls and quickly recall the main and deputy hall leaders of each sub hall! I want Yue Liushan to know that offending our Changjiang gang and Ge Changjiang will pay a price! "

The man behind him is Chen Yu, one of the two elders of the Changjiang gang.

"Guild leader, it's just a Cuiliu villa. Do you need our Changjiang Gang to move?"

Chen Yu stood in awe and spoke cautiously.

Ge Changjiang suddenly turned around and burst into his eyes.

"How can we give up today's humiliation! If we can't defeat Cuiliu villa in one fell swoop, how can we save the face of Changjiang Gang! "

"Yes, sect leader, my subordinates immediately sent a message to recall the principal and deputy hall leaders and elder Xu. Choose a day to fight to the death with Cuiliu villa! "

Ge Changjiang snorted coldly and said proudly, "fight to the death? He is also worthy of yueliu mountain! I want to make Cuiliu villa disappear from Yueyang forever after World War I! "

As soon as he said this, Ge Changjiang's face returned to the color of arrogance, a color of arrogance.

At this time, Cuiliu villa was in chaos.

Nearly a hundred bodies were left in this war, and they were left in Cuiliu villa.

Yueliu mountain stood on the purple gold sword and looked at Leng picking the stars, Yu SangAn and leaving without trace without saying a word.

Although he won the war, his heart was still full of anger.

Ge Changjiang! Let you get away with it today. One day, I will let you die under my purple gold knife!

His eyes were filled with anger, hatred and a trace of sadness.

The only daughter is gone. The only thing I can and must do in yueliu mountain's life is to cut Ge Changjiang under the purple gold knife and die for you!

He watched the only dozen Zhuang Ding carry the bodies one by one into the carriage, and he thought of Leng Jiexing again.

Cold picking stars! Don't think I'm afraid of you! If you don't know Yu SangAn's intention, you can't keep Ge Changjiang!

At this time, Leng Jiexing has quietly returned to the boat.

"Qin Ji, I'm in a good mood today. I want to hear you play the piano. Can you play a song for me?"

A girl in apricot yellow dress gently saluted.

"As long as she doesn't dislike the sound of the Qin, the Qin Ji will make a fool of herself."

Several ladies in colorful clothes orderly moved to the piano rack, Yao Zheng, incense burner and futon, and burned the top-grade aloes in the incense burner.

Qin Ji sat down slowly, Ten Jade fingers gently pressed on the piano surface and gently dialed it.

A wisp of piano sound should be pointed out and echoed on Dongting Lake.

Immediately following, the ten fingers jump, the piano sound is Ding Dong, and the song "falling geese in the flat sand" is melodious and jumps between the fingers.

Leng Caixing stood beside the guardrail of the pavilion and looked into the distance. The direction he saw was the direction of Cuiliu villa.

Put one hand on the guardrail and tap gently with the sound of the piano.

A man in royal clothes stood respectfully on one side. He was surprised. Because he hasn't seen cold picking stars for a long time. He is as happy as today.

Although, on his face, he is still as calm as a dry well without waves, and his eyes still reveal an elusive depth.

A wisp of setting sun was spread on the water, and a dry heat was faintly reflected in the air.

Jiang nanchun has returned to normal.

When traceless and Yu SangAn appeared in Jiangnan Spring, Xiao lifeI ran out in general.

Shopkeeper Li also welcomed him out.

"Little orange, go and burn ten kilograms of sorghum and give it to Uncle donkey!"

Maybe it's a professional habit. I'm used to calling uncle. It's easy to slip out of the "donkey uncle".

No trace was stunned until a shop man took the reins of the little donkey from him.

He stared with clear and bright eyes at shopkeeper Li, who was dazed by his words, and grinned.

Xiaoli took his traceless hand and looked at him without blinking.

"Brother, where have you been? Why don't you come back and see Xiaoli? "

Xiaoli is not Xiaoli a few days ago. Her hair is no longer so withered and yellow, and her face is no longer so bloodless.

Her innocent smile was just as charming and moving.

Yu SangAn smiled maliciously behind him, and the thief smiled.

Two jars of Dongting spring were put on the table, and several plates of hot dishes came up. Yu SangAn twitched his nose hard.

Xiaoli stared curiously at SangAn. She thought of her grandfather who had just died.

"Grandpa, is your nose uncomfortable?"

Traceless smiled and the sun was shining.

In the three pole the first mock exam, a stretch of a nose, said: "just a little bit, now is fine."

Diners have come to the restaurant one after another. When we see the little donkey drinking at the door, we know that the thief thin boy is in the restaurant.

The legend about the boy has long been known all over the city.

Everyone knows that there is a donkey who can drink in Yueyang, a thief as thin as a monkey.

The young man saved people by flying horse, punished the evil in the restaurant, eliminated the evil at the gate of the city, and caught the flower picker in Cuiliu villa.

This is a legendary teenager.

But it happened that such a chivalrous young man was almost misunderstood as a flower picker.

Think about it, the story is more legendary.

Without this young man, Jiang nanchun would no longer be Jiang nanchun.

Therefore, shopkeeper Li ordered the back kitchen that the best cook cook the best dishes and serve the best Dongting spring.

The two jars of Dongting spring were drunk by the two thieves, old and young, as thin as monkeys.

Shopkeeper Li filled the traceless wine gourd with Dongting spring.

Traceless smiles even more brightly with three points of wine.

Traceless led the energetic little donkey, stared at Yu SangAn sitting on it with big eyes.

At this time, the lights are on.

They left the city and walked to the lake.

Yu SangAn lives in a hut by the lake. Traceless also lives in the hut with him these days.

Yu SangAn is a good wine, but he doesn't drink much.

When half a jar of wine went down, he could not speak clearly and was dizzy.

Traceless has been thinking about why Yu SangAn should save Ge Changjiang himself today.

Isn't Ge Changjiang the murderer behind the murder of Miss Yue?

He doesn't understand three poles, nor does he understand the Jianghu.

Because Ge Changjiang obviously did harm to others first, why did he find Cuiliu villa?

He wants to know. The reason he wants to know is not because he is young and curious.

But because of the weak Miss Yue who only saw one side.

Yu SangAn sat on the donkey with his head down, snoring loudly.

Without trace, he was stunned and thought it wouldn't fall down.

When he got to the hut, Yu SangAn still held the wine jar.

"Hey, old man, old man..."

No trace helped him lie down, but he couldn't take the wine jar in his hand.

He even reached out to remove his traceless hand.

Traceless helplessly sat beside him and watched him tap his mouth in his sleep.

"You... You little monkey... How... So stingy... So stingy..."

Yu SangAn blurted out a sentence, which startled traceless, who was meditating on one side.

"How did I pull it?"

He stared at Yu SangAn, who started snoring again, and wanted to kick him.

"You don't pull... You don't pull, then why... Why... The donkey drinks more... Than me?"

Traceless amazement. You old man, are you competing with the donkey?

"Do you really sleep or pretend to sleep?"

He pushed Yu San.

"Old man, I ask you, why do you want me to save Ge Changjiang today? You said something strange. What's strange? "

Yu SangAn turned around and made a few clicks. He snored like thunder again.

Traceless got up, looked at Yu SangAn lying on the haystack and kicked falsely.

"Yueliu mountain... Yueliu mountain... Ge Changjiang... They..."

"What happened to them?"

"What's the matter?..."

"I ask you, what happened to them?"

Yu SangAn suddenly sat up.

"What happened to them?"

This sentence is very clear and unambiguous.

No trace was stunned again and stared at the three poles.

"Are you really drunk... Or fake drunk?"