When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Niu Xiao didn't think too much and nodded numbly.

His movements were crisp and clear.

I walked to the bamboo raft parked on the shore, leaned down, and reached out to the bottom of the bamboo raft soaked in the river water.

A sharp snap.

He took out the punting pole fixed under the bamboo raft, then took a deep breath and jumped onto the bamboo raft.

The man in white didn't speak.

I gently stepped onto the bamboo raft and sat on the small wooden bench on the raft.

Niu Xiao held the bamboo pole and the bamboo raft floated into the river.

The mountain stream is very cool at night.

The cry of the toad seems quite noisy.

Niu Xiao couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality, but he just rowed the famous bamboo raft instinctively.

The night wind blows.

Mixed with a bit of grassy and woody aroma, there is also a bit of fishy water odor.

The swordsman in white spoke, saying that the night tonight was really ordinary, black and black, and nothing could be seen.

Niu Xiao agreed, but after pondering for a moment, he shook his head, pointed upward, and said, at least the moonlight is not bad.

The raft floated gently.

Peace and tranquility.

Finally, at the foot of a mountain.

The swordsman asked Niu Xiao to stop.

Niu Xiao frowned and told the swordsman that the mountains on both sides of this section of the river were where water bandits lived. It was extremely dangerous to disembark here.

The swordsman laughed loudly and said that he knew some swordsmanship to defend himself. Those water bandits could not hurt him, so he could disembark here and there would be no problem.

Niu Xiao was a little anxious. He thought the swordsman was okay, he was generous and easy-going, but he was a bit drunk and he probably was dumped by the girl.

Niu Xiao really didn't want to let him disembark here. Even if it was night, the risk of paddling was not small for him, but he was still willing to take the swordsman one more way, and then disembark after crossing this section. It's not too late.

But under the swordsman's smile, he still landed honestly.

The swordsman patted the sword in his hand.

After getting off the bamboo raft, he looked back at Niu Xiao and suddenly said: "Brother, you might as well go back and ask what the gods look like."

Niu Xiao scratched his head.

He didn't understand why the swordsman suddenly said this.

Li Chang smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, the waterway is dangerous at night, so you'd better go back quickly."

Niu Xiao nodded, told the swordsman to pay attention to safety, and then rushed back on the small bamboo raft.

Li Changxiao looked at his back, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

Turn around and follow the mountain path.

The mountain road is winding.

If you don't have any dexterity, you will be easily injured.

There are many venomous snakes on the road.

It seems like someone placed it deliberately.

We walked for about half an hour.

In the field of vision.

A small cottage is looming.

Although the village is small, it is well-equipped. Even at night, it is brightly lit, with sentries erected and patrols armed with spears.

Li Changxiao was dressed in white.

Especially obvious at night.

Soon, the bandit standing at the sentry post discovered his whereabouts and reported twice to his superiors.

Then, only noisy sounds were heard from inside the village.

The patrolling gangster had a fierce look on his face and cursed the air a few times. This was another ungrateful charlatan who dared to plot evil against Heishui Village. If you are caught by yourself, you must cut it into eight pieces and roast them over the fire!

Cursing and swearing.

Four water bandits had already surrounded Li Changxiao. They held spears and lowered their center of gravity. Although they were many against one and occupied a favorable position, they did not relax because of this.

Li Changxiao raised the wine gourd high.

Incline slowly.

Wine flows from the mouth of the gourd.

In the night, it looks like a slender waterfall shining with silver light.

The swordsman drew his sword and then sheathed it.

With two simple actions, a trace of blood appeared on the necks of all four people.

He fell straight down.

The sword is not stained with blood.

The swordsman didn't like the smell of blood, so there was no bloody scene where he chopped off his head with one sword and cut him in half with one sword.

Four people died silently.

The moonlight shines on the white clothes.

The swordsman is neither slow nor fast.

Step by step, we walked towards the village.

He didn't use spiritual energy and relied solely on mortal martial arts.

The sentry noticed something strange and immediately shouted loudly.

Inside the village.

Laughter and laughter, it is difficult for the people to survive these days, but those vicious bandits in the mountains are surprisingly nourishing.

Playing and singing every night.

Full of wine and food.

When the head of Heishui Village heard the commotion outside, a hint of displeasure flashed across his expression.

"Boss, I'll take care of it."

A thin man stood up bravely, pushed the beauty in his arms away, and stood up suddenly.

He is the sixth head of Heishui Village.

Known as the Iron Monkey.

The boss nodded and continued to invite everyone to drink.

"County Magistrate Zhou, I would like to toast you. I am grateful to you for taking care of me these days."

The head of Heishui Village looked flatteringly at a middle-aged man wearing red official uniform.

The middle-aged man in red official uniform is an official of the Imperial Dynasty.

He nodded lightly, raised the wine glass, and drank the white substance in one gulp.

"Hahaha." The head of Heishui Village laughed heartily.

Just then.

"No…"

"It's not good!"

"The Sixth Master...The Sixth Master has been killed! Seal his throat with a sword!"

The sentry bandit stumbled into the banquet hall.

"What?!" The boss, Wu Ke, stood up.

The Sixth Master, the Iron Monkey, may look thin, but his martial arts skills are superb. He practices martial arts with his hands and is invulnerable. The word "Iron Monkey" is not just a random word.

The boss slapped the table.

The redwood tea table was smashed to pieces, and the area that touched his palm was smashed into powder!

This palm was enough to prove his strong and domineering internal strength.

Seeing this, everyone felt relieved.

With the big boss here, who can make waves?

"Go!"

"I will meet this person in person."

The big boss shouted angrily, picked up the machete beside him, took two steps at a time, and walked out aggressively.

As soon as he went out.

The first thing that caught his eye.

was the corpses all over the ground.

All the corpses had surprisingly consistent wounds, and there was a light red scratch on the neck.

Then.

His eyes focused on a man in white who was walking slowly.

He was furious.

Although in troubled times, the most abundant thing is people, he can recruit these dozens of dead bandits back in less than two days.

However, the swordsman's move undoubtedly slapped his face. If it were normal times, he might have laughed a few times because he was afraid of the other party's kung fu, saying that the other party was a rare hero, and he would not kill heroes, so he asked the other party to leave quickly.

But now.

The county magistrate is still watching inside.

His mind turned quickly.

He raised the big knife, spread his feet, frowned, and the sound of tigers and leopards came from his body.

The invisible strong wind whistled.

The momentum was overwhelming.

Then, with a yah, he quickly approached Li Changxiao in three or two steps, and chopped down the big knife.

The sword flashed.

The sword passed and the man fell.

The white-clothed swordsman continued to walk.

The moonlight poured.

In the cold, there was a bit of indescribable casualness.

After the big boss fell.

The panicked water bandits were all stunned in place, like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The sword sealed the throat.

After a stick of incense.

The swordsman's long sword was against the neck of the middle-aged man in red official robes.

"You can't kill me!"

"I'm the county magistrate!"

The middle-aged man was terrified.

The swordsman slashed with his sword.

The action was crisp and neat, and the middle-aged man died crisply.

Stepping over the body of the middle-aged man, Li Changxiao walked straight into the depths.

He split the water prison in the village with a sword.

Then he left silently.

No one knew.

In this quiet night.

A group of officials and bandits was destroyed just like that.

For the swordsman, it was just a matter of convenience.

But for the passionate boatman, it might be a pretty good moonlight in this dark world.

(Maybe it's because of the weather. I feel very tired and not in good shape. I'll take a day off to rest. There will be only one update today.)

(Also ask for some free gifts (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡)