The lake shore narrowed, and the color of the lake water began to become turbid. The wind on the face gradually became faster and faster. The hull was rising and falling, and the continuous huge waves slapped the bow, splashing countless crystal water droplets. The sailors were busy adjusting the sails and controlling the balance and direction of the ship. The powerful shouts spread from afar. Wherever the big ship passed, the fishing boats avoided them.

Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but say, "Young master, the wind is strong on the lake, and the coolness is so cool. Why don't you go to the cabin to rest for a while?"

Yi Wufeng glared at him and said angrily: "Hu Qingpeng, what do you mean? Do you underestimate people too much? I am not a weak person! Even if I am poisoned and compete with you, I still have a seven-point chance of winning! If you don't believe me, you can give it a try."

Hu Qingpeng waved his hands and said, "Young Master is a first-class expert. How dare I underestimate you? I am willing to give in." He dared not joke about Yi Wufeng's life. If it causes her to have a poisonous attack, it will be too late to regret it.

Yi Wufeng snorted coldly, "You know your appearance! You are not allowed to say the same thing to me again in the future." Her eyes shone with brilliance, and she exuded arrogance of looking down on the world. The centipede insect died without being stiff. As the elder of the Demon Sect, she was the most powerful man in the martial arts world, and she would never allow anyone to despise her - that would be the greatest insult to her.

Hu Qingpeng accidentally took a picture of the horse's hooves, smiled embarrassedly, and quickly changed his words: "Young Master, what is the origin of Yuwen Zheng? How could he train such a terrible knife slave? I'm worried that he will meet them again."

Yi Wufeng said: "Yuwen Zheng's martial arts and mental skills originated from Baiyun Sect, and it is a rare unique skill. Unfortunately, he was overly drunk and lacked the perseverance to practice hard. He had a stance, and the ten successful men could only play 50% or 60% of them, which was not afraid of. If he was willing to practice hard for three years, I might not be his opponent. I dare to conclude that the sword slave was not trained by him. Only masters who are proficient in soul-catching magic and have strong strength can train such first-class warriors. They didn't know that I was poisoned, so what if I met again? As long as we put on the stance, they would guarantee that they would run away in panic! Unless he found a helper, that would be another matter."

Hu Qingpeng slapped the boat on the side of the boat and said, "It's Baiyun Sect again! However, Huangfu Ji and others were busy searching for "Zhang Yukun". They were unable to help but feel unsuccessful. They would definitely not be able to support Yu Wenzheng." Somehow, they suddenly remembered Tang Xue and others who were fleeing. They couldn't help but sigh, and the wave of longing surged into their hearts. Especially the scene of kissing Tang Xue that night was vivid in my mind. The pleasure of eroding souls and bones made him unforgettable for his life and was endless aftertaste.

Yi Wufeng asked lukewarmly: "Are you thinking about that little girl named Tang?"

Hu Qingpeng subconsciously said: "Yes...ah, no! Actually, she and I..."

Yi Wufeng interrupted, "Stop talking, I don't want to listen to your private affairs! I'm a little tired and want to be pure and pure by myself." After that, he turned around and walked into the cabin. Hu Qingpeng was puzzled, and somehow offended her again?

At this time, the ship sailed to the estuary of the Yangtze River, that is, the water where Dongting Lake meets the Yangtze River. Looking back, the blue waves are vast and the water and sky are the same. Looking forward, the river is vast and vast, breaking through the plain and running eastward. The magnificent scenery is hard to describe. The sailors fell down their sails and raised their oars, and turned upstream to walk.

Hu Qingpeng was surging, and was about to roar to express his feelings when he suddenly saw a white light of swords on the north bank of the Yangtze River. Dozens of people chased or fled, and they were divided into two factions to fight. Hu Qingpeng exclaimed in shock. In broad daylight, there were gangs fighting openly, which was rare. He hurriedly asked Yi Wufeng to come out to watch.

Yi Wufeng looked coldly and said calmly: "What's wrong? This is just a small battle. There are dozens of incidents happening in the world every day. Is it necessary to make a fuss? 'Only sweep the snow in front of your own door, don't worry about frost on others' tiles', this is a famous saying. You are not allowed to interfere in anything that has nothing to do with us, just let them bite the dog!"

Hu Qingpeng disagreed: "It is chivalrous to see unfairness on the road, and to draw a sword to help each other! If a bad person does evil, how can I stand by and watch?"

Yi Wufeng sneered, "So, how do you judge who is a good person and who is a bad person? Do they have words written on their faces? Bad people can do good, and good people can do evil. You are not well-informed and have limited knowledge. Why do you judge whether others are doing good or doing evil? What if you help the evil and kill the wrong person, can you have the ability to resurrect others?"

Every time she asked, Hu Qingpeng's belief was shaken, and cold sweat came out from his forehead. He suddenly realized that his original idea was too simple and naive, and how could the distinction between good and evil in the world be so easy to determine? His master Yin Tianyun is the best example. A swordsman wants to be a hero, even if his original intention is good, if he does the wrong thing, the result will be even worse. The world is surging and the world is complicated and difficult to predict. Who should he believe? He was confused, and his right hand slowly released the hilt of the sword and murmured to himself: "Yes, how can I distinguish between good and evil? How do I know whether what I did is right or wrong?" The more I thought about it, the more my head hurts, and my chest is stuffy and I almost vomited.

Seeing that his face was blue and red, his breathing was rapid and irregular, he had signs of being possessed by the devil, Yi Wufeng hurriedly shouted: "As long as you have a clear conscience, you can let go, why should you be too attached to worldly opinions?"

Hu Qingpeng was shocked all over, as if he was enlightened, his eyes gradually became clear and sharp. His mind moved slightly, and the true energy that was running around in his body immediately returned to his dantian. He thought that he almost got into a devil, so he couldn't help but sweat. He said loudly: "What a 'respectful conscience'! Thank you, the young master, for being a wake-up call, I know what to do in the future!"

Yi Wufeng said meaningfully: "It is easy to know everything but difficult to do, and it is a famous teacher in ancient times! Almost all heroes and heroes in the world have secrets that cannot be told, and there are very few people who can truly achieve these four words. If you want to reach this level, you may not be able to endure the test and hardship you have to go through!"

Hu Qingpeng smiled and said, "I understand! The sword is sharpened by the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. No matter how many wind and rain are, I will not change my original intention." He seemed to have grown up a few years in an instant, and a mature and confident style appeared between his eyebrows and eyes, which was completely different from the tenderness he had when he first came to Hengshan.

At this time, the sailors suddenly exclaimed a scream. It turned out that they had also discovered the scene of fighting on the shore. Three people joined hands to break out of the siege, jumped onto the small boats by the river, and rowed hard to the other side. The three people had just rowed several feet away, and a group of masked green-clothed men swarmed to the shore and snatched three small boats to chase. They were well-trained and did not shout loudly. The three ships surrounded and chased from three routes from the left, middle and right. The eyes exposed outside the face shield were full of murderous intent, as if a group of hungry wolves were chasing their prey.

Hu Qingpeng had a great eye. Among the three people running ahead, two of them were dressed in rags and sacks on their backs. They were disciples of the Beggars' Sect. The other one had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a handsome appearance, holding a red tassel gun. The three of them were soaked in blood and were extremely injured, but everyone showed a look of rather than surrendering. Although Hu Qingpeng didn't know their grudges and disputes, the Beggars' Sect was the largest gang on Baidao. When the disciples of the Beggars' Sect were in trouble, he was a member of Baidao, so how could he sit idly? But the two sides were dozens of feet away, and he had nowhere to use his strength and shouted in a hurry: "Boss Boss, ask brothers to speed up the ship!"

The ship boss was scared to death and feared that he would not be able to avoid it. How could he take the initiative to participate in the revenge killing in the world? He pretended to be deaf and dumb, and signaled the sailors to move slowly.

Because of the injury, the three men rowed slowly and slowly, and they were caught up as soon as they reached the middle of the river. Suddenly, a whistle was heard, and three masked men jumped up from the bow of the boat, and rushed to the small boat ahead, slashing down fiercely like the cold light of lightning. These three men were the leaders, eager to make contributions, as if an eagle was fighting a rabbit, and the most proud killing move was the one he took.

The three people who were running for life seemed to have had a tacit understanding. The man with the gun suddenly raised his hand, threw the spear towards the enemy, and then turned over and jumped into the river. The two beggars jumped up to face the opponent at the same time, and the empty door opened wide and gave up resisting. The cold light flashed and blood splattered, and the enemy's weapons pierced the vital points of their chest and abdomen. At this moment, they suddenly stretched out their arms and hugged their respective opponents tightly, and opened their mouths to bite the opponent's throat. The two masked men were shocked and swung their palms to hit their vests, but they had no effect. Only a few "Ouch" and "Puch" sounds, the two pairs of people who were hugging fell into the river, and were swallowed by the surging waves in a blink of an eye. What awaited them would be the ending of death together.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the tragic scene of the burning of jade and stones, secretly sighing at the bravery of the Beggars' disciples. Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but sighed, and could only silently mourn the two unknown heroes.

The only masked master left fell on the boat, angry, hated, and a little bit of gratitude. He turned around and waved his hand, shouted, "Go into the water and catch people!" Immediately, five or six water-proficient men jumped into the water, floating up and down the busy work.

Yi Wufeng pointed at the masked people and smiled disdainfully: "The Yangtze River is vast, deep and turbulent, and the flowing water is turbulent. What is the function of this person alone? I see that their heads are all confused! If it were me who was the commander, it would be better to arrange personnel to monitor the two sides of the Taiwan Strait immediately, and sooner or later there will be rewards."

Hu Qingpeng frowned and said, "Who are they? In broad daylight, they dare to chase and kill disciples of the Beggar Gang on the shore of Dongting Lake. They are too brave!" The head of the Beggar Gang is located on Junshan next to Yueyang City, not far from the estuary of the Yangtze River. These masked people ran to the door of the Beggar Gang to kill people, and they simply did not take this world's largest gang seriously.

Yi Wufeng said: "These people are neatly dressed, quick-moving, and neatly skilled, which must be from the powerful gang. Recently, the most confrontation with the Beggars' Sect has been the Qinglong Club, and the one with the deepest conflict is the Qinglong Club! Today, the battle on the river is 80% the masterpiece of the Qinglong Club."

Hu Qingpeng's heart moved and murmured, "It turned out to be the Qinglong Club!" He couldn't help but recall the battle for the secret of the Nine Yang Divine Art six years ago. That night, He Tieyi from the Qinglong Club led people to ambush Yi Hui, a master of the Beggars' Sect, and the two sides were killed and injured. Because he happened to meet the meeting, his fate changed from then on. After this battle, the hatred between the two families became deeper and deeper, and he had heard of this. Today, he saw the fight between the two sides with his own eyes and realized that the rumors were true.

Their ship gradually approached the location where the bloody battle had just happened. The people from the Qinglong Society were still cruising on the river surface, and seemed not willing to accept such a result. Feeling the hull rising and falling, the masked man in the head suddenly raised his head, looked at the approaching ship, and suddenly a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Hey, don't you have eyes? This section of the river is temporarily prohibited. If you ruin our major event, I will kill the people on the ship without leaving anybody!"

Yi Wufeng sneered, "What a big tone, it's more domineering than me! I don't believe in evil!" He turned around and told the boss of the ship to continue moving forward and not to stop the ship. Since the boss of the ship had collected other people's money, he had to listen to the employer's instructions and had to bite the bullet and continue moving forward.

The leader was furious when he saw this. With a command, four big men carrying sharp blades rushed towards him in a small boat.

Hu Qingpeng smiled wryly and said, "It seems that we are going to commit crimes against the Qinglong Association again!" Before he stepped out of the Hunan territory, he had already formed a bond with the Tianxia Association, Baiyun Sect, and the Underworld. Today, he added the Qinglong Association. When walking in the future, it would be difficult to calm down for a moment.

Yi Wufeng glanced at him: "Are you afraid of offending Qinglong?"

Hu Qingpeng shook his head and said, "I don't care about such an extra enemy! Anyway, are there few big gangs I offended?"

Yi Wufeng was amused when she heard this: "Yes! Except for our God Cult, the underworld, and the top forces on the evil path have all had a festive relationship with you. You are really a once-in-a-century genius!"

Hu Qingpeng was amused and crying. When he was facing such a dilemma, Yi Wufeng also had a certain responsibility. She was gloating! She felt depressed and saw that the enemy was approaching the bow of the ship, and she drew her sword and was on guard.

He heard a few loud shouts, and four masked men jumped away from the boat first or later, dancing sharp blades and heading straight onto the deck.

Hu Qingpeng was the first to be hit, and the space around him was blocked by the opponent's fierce attack, as if there was no way out. But he was no longer Wu Xia Ameng, so he easily saw through his opponent's weakness and shouted loudly: "Get out!" The long sword trembled his wrist and quickly, and in an instant, dozens of sword flowers formed in the air, covering all the opponent in the sword circle. His loud shout was like an invisible heavy hammer, which shocked the four people's blood. The weapons in his hand slowed down, but he felt that the sword energy was as painful as frost, and the acupoints on his body were suddenly in pain, and his strength suddenly burst out, and he couldn't help but cry and fell into the river.

Hu Qingpeng smiled and said, "Who else will die?" Heng Jian put his chest in front of his chest and was so bold that he did not take the other person seriously.

The masked man in the head was shocked to see Hu Qingpeng repelling the four people with one sword, and he was shocked and exclaimed bad luck. The world was so big that he could encounter such a swordsman? And Yi Wufeng, who was standing beside him, had extraordinary eyes, and had a stronger momentum. He was definitely a person who was circling the world. Unless the elders in the association came in person, he could not stop him at all. If he rashly stepped forward to intercept him, he could only bring shame to himself. He clasped his fists and said to Hu and Yi: "It turns out that the two young masters are friends on the Tao, and they are rude and respectful! It was just a pure misunderstanding. I hope the two young masters will be large and not care about us."

Hu Qingpeng sneered: "Misunderstanding? You said it easily! If you instructed your subordinates to kill someone to silence us, if we do not have the ability to protect ourselves, we will now become a wronged soul under the sword!"

The man looked around and said, "This young man was joking! I wonder if you are in a hurry to go? Since the misunderstanding has been eliminated, we must not delay your trip. The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow for a long time. We will have a date in the future! Please!"

Yi Wufeng asked suddenly: "Did you just chase Shi Mingtai, the leader of the White Horse Gang? Why do you want to kill him?"

The man was shocked and said coldly: "Your Excellency has good eyesight! As for the reason, I can't tell you!" After that, he made a gesture and signaled his subordinates to row the boat away.

Hu Qingpeng watched the masked man rowing away, helplessly, spat, and returned to the sword to the sheath. Suddenly, he heard Yi Wufeng murmur, "It's him! That's strange!" Hu Qingpeng asked in confusion: "Young Master, what are you talking about?"

Yi Wufeng frowned and said, "The White Horse Gang is a major gang entrenched in central and northern Hubei. It just surrendered to the Qinglong Association last month. The former leader Shi Mingtai was appointed as the newly established branch rudder leader and was highly valued. But the Qinglong Association is going to take his life today and kill the Beggars' Gang disciples who were with him. Isn't that strange? Unfortunately, he has fallen into the water and disappeared, otherwise he might have learned some secrets of the Qinglong Association!"

The sailors were always worried, but when they saw the masked people leaving the waterway, they were all happy. Everyone used their strength to paddle, and soon left the people from the Qinglong Society behind.

The river was surging, and the scenery on both sides was picturesque, but Hu Qingpeng had lost the interest in viewing the scenery at this time and walked into the cabin in a depressed manner. Just as he was about to sit down and rest, Yi Wufeng suddenly pulled his sleeves, pointed to a row of water marks on the floor, and whispered: "Speak softly, an uninvited guest is coming on our boat!" I saw a row of obvious footprints under the porthole, with a few drops of blood next to it, extending to the entrance of the cabin.

Hu Qingpeng secretly complained that he had not paid attention to such obvious marks. He really lacked a lot of experience in the martial arts world and said softly: "Looking at the footprints seems to be left by a man. What should we do with it?"

Yi Wufeng pointed to the candle and pointed to the entrance of the bottom cabin. Hu Qingpeng nodded, lit the candle, and walked carefully down the dark bottom cabin. Yi Wufeng followed closely behind him. The two walked down the gangway and saw a wet man lying on the board, motionless, and a pool of blood was accumulated under him.
Chapter completed!