[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Ah Ye is a girl who goes out to sea with her father every day to catch some fish and shrimps to make ends meet.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset, as simple as it can be.

The earlier the sun sets in autumn, the earlier the fishermen on the seaside will return.

Ah Ye looked up at the sky, and the khaki sun was like a huge egg yolk, falling low in the air.

She looked at the sea without blinking her eyes, and finally a white boat slowly approached.

Surprise burst out on the girl's face, she turned her head and shouted at the man.

"Uncle Li, look, that's our ship, Father and the others are back."

A smile appeared on the man's dry and dark face. He glanced at the lively scene over there, turned around and rubbed the back of the girl's head.

"A Ye, hurry up, your father must have brought you something, didn't you really want a clay figurine last time?"

The girl responded happily, let go of her girl and ran over.

The man shook his head while arranging the dried fish on the boat. The cargo ship in Baiyun City only leaves every three months. month child.

Suddenly the smile on the man's face stopped, and the number of sailboats seemed to be reduced by half compared to when they left, and the flags on the boats also changed.

Li Yin wiped his eyes and looked again, his face suddenly became ugly: "It's the mourning flag..."

A flag of mourning was hung on every ship, announcing that a man of great honor had died.

Ah Ye hurriedly ran to the pier, only to find that the pier was already full of people. Standing at the front were the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, all dressed in shiny armor, holding shining blades in their hands, and there were many others. The person in the fancy dress had a look of embarrassment.

Ah Ye was a little strange. In the past, there were not as many people waiting for the ship to arrive as today, and everyone didn't look very happy.

Soon, the boat docked, and big men came down one by one, carrying cold corpses in their hands.

Ah Ye suddenly had a bad premonition, and she shouted loudly: "Daddy, daddy."

But no one responded to her at all, and she squeezed anxiously through the crowd, relying on her small size, she finally squeezed to the front, and then stared at the corpse on the right side in a daze,

The man lying on the ground, the blood all over his body had turned black and dried up, his face was slightly ferocious, obviously he was in pain before he died, and there was a huge wound on his chest, which slid from his right shoulder to his lower abdomen, it was horribly deep.

Ah Ye rushed forward, grabbed the man's hand, and cried loudly: "Daddy, wake up, daddy, daddy, you... don't leave Ah Ye..."

He grabbed the man's hand and found a small piece of soil in the palm of his hand, which was a fragment of a clay figurine.

Ah Ye covered his face, weeping uncontrollably.

Ye Gucheng stood on the city wall, with sad but not hurt eyes, watching everything on the pier silently.

"Young City Lord, please succeed."

Ye Xu is an old man in Baiyun City. He watched Ye Gucheng grow up since he was a child. Now that the city has heard the terrible news, the first thing to do is to calm down the situation. Grief and mourning can only be done on the premise of ensuring safety.

Ye Gucheng didn't speak, he raised his sword, and the half of the sword edge exposed was covered with the last afterglow of the setting sun.

The funeral was very simple, but the necessary rituals did not change. Ye Gucheng wore a white mourning suit with a sword on his waist and knelt in front of the mourning hall. The pool makes people unable to see the bottom.

After a long time, he stood up and touched the coffin with his fingertips. The coffin was not closed yet. The man lying inside was very similar to him, except that Ye Gucheng was much younger.

The young man didn't speak, but his eyes slowly fell on his sword, and he walked out of the ancestral hall. The white silk cloth was blown up by the wind, and pieces of black fly ash were blown by the wind, like the sadness of the whole city.

Ye Gucheng walked towards the seaside, the mournful cries in the city were blown away by the sea breeze at night, if there was anything there, it was hard to hear clearly.

He swung his sword over and over again, his moves were so fast that he could hardly see his figure clearly.

Ah Ye knelt on the ground, she kept digging the soil with her small hands, behind her father's body.

Her eyes were red, her voice was half hoarse, and she spit out a sob or two from her throat from time to time.

She dug for a long time, and her fingers were full of gravel and small wounds, but she never stopped.

Until a hole big enough was dug, she slowly pushed the man in, and then sat by the hole, staring at the sea in a daze, tears streaming down her cheeks silently.

The waves rose, and the water splashed on the face, which was icy cold.

Ye Gucheng's sword suddenly slowed down and hit the oncoming wave. His eyes were closed, and the sword in his hand pierced the night like thunder.

On the gray sea, the howling wind suddenly stopped.

There is only one long rainbow falling from the sky, startling thousands of swimming fish and tearing apart the boundless waves.

Ah Ye was doused with sea water all over her head and face. She raised her head in a daze, only seeing the never-changing waves of the sea.

Baiyun City was still immersed in mourning, but the enemies on the other side had already started eyeing this city.

Just before the person in power died, the successor who stayed behind hadn't even been crowned. Under such circumstances, Baiyun City still occupies the best territory and trade sea line, so it will inevitably become the target of public criticism.

They didn't know who was the murderer who killed the former city lord, because there were too many people who did it, those who planned for a long time, and those who fished in troubled waters, all raised their knives that night and killed the banner of Baiyun City.

Everyone is an enemy, rubbing shoulders and trying to get a share of the action.

The first thing Ye Gucheng did after succeeding as the city lord was to let go of two-thirds of the sea trade he held in his hands. He only tightly guarded a few sea lines close to Baiyun City, and let those people smell fishy. Like flies fighting over each other.

But after most of the sea line had a clear owner, the rest of the people turned their attention to Baiyun City.

"A group of idiots. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention a brainless donkey like them."

Head Zhao of the South China Sea Sword Sect was one of the biggest beneficiaries of this turmoil, but they quickly stopped after fighting for the benefits they deserved. Their sect can be passed down to the present, naturally they understand some taboos, and passed it on. A century-old organization has its own set of survival rules.

Facing opponents who are on the same level as him, if he doesn't have absolute strength to suppress him, he will definitely not be able to do so. And these small sects that have just emerged dare to challenge the rules beyond their limits, it is simply reckless .

The owner of Baiyun City is dead, but half of the high-level people have survived. It is not easy to endure until now, and some people dare to go up and provoke.

The leaders of other forces also had a similar attitude. After packing up their interests, they all stood on the sidelines.

"City Lord."

Ye Gucheng wiped the sword, and the white cloth towel slid over the sword again and again. He wiped it carefully and meticulously.

It wasn't until he finished wiping the sword that he raised his head, looked at the letter paper on the table, and picked up a pen to draw a piece of vermilion.

Everyone waited quietly, until the war drum suddenly sounded from the sky, and the rumbling drum sounded one after another.

The warships and the number of people in Baiyun City are not too many, only one-third of the total combat power, and the rest are used to defend against other forces and protect the city.

The men and horses of the two sides are ready to fight. From the obvious point of view, the warships and numbers of Baiyun City are at a disadvantage, but the leaders of both sides are very clear that in terms of real combat effectiveness, the two sides are on par, because the elite of Baiyun City is the entire South China Sea. The famous ones, while the other side is just cannon fodder pulled out temporarily, it is not a series at all.

But relatively speaking, Baiyun City is still at a disadvantage. The manpower and material cost of cultivating an elite is by no means low, and the alliance formed by those small sects is just a mob. Even if the death rate is one to ten, it is actually not enough. worth it.

However, this is Ye Gucheng's first battle after succeeding as the city lord, so he can only win, and he must win absolutely and beautifully.

He is also very aware of his family's strengths and weaknesses, and he tries to minimize losses as much as possible. After all, the current Baiyun City can't afford to lose.

The strong and strong man leaned on his upper body, and the drumstick in his hand fell heavily.

The distance between the two sides was already within the shooting range. In the first round of bow and arrow suppression, Baiyun City had a slight advantage due to the terrain. Although there were not enough people on its side, the accuracy and evasion ability were excellent, and there were few casualties.

When the distance between the two sides was closer, all kinds of ignited rockets were shot out, and they were covered with kerosene, which could not be easily extinguished.

For a while, there were screams and the sound of falling into the water.

On the largest warship behind the alliance.

The guards outside were all high-spirited, their eyes full of light, obviously they were all elites, and the layout inside was also very good. There were two rows of people sitting on pear wood chairs, and delicate pastries were placed on the table, but there was no one at all. people eat.

Everyone whispered and discussed from time to time, with different expressions on their faces, some were worried, and some were sure of victory.

Wu Dong was one of the initiators of this battle. He couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw his men constantly falling down. Although his men could not be compared with the real elite, at least they had spent a lot of effort in training them. If it is spent here, even if Baiyun City is really destroyed in the end, he will not have the strength to seize the territory at all.

"I told everyone, don't hide it anymore. If we continue to fight like this, we will lose both to Baiyun City. At that time, we will take advantage of others in vain."

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the sects echoed it again and again, obviously there were quite a few people who had the same thoughts as him.

Li Jun is the leader of the entire alliance and the leader of the strongest force in it. He stood up and made a gesture of silence.

Not long after, the hall was completely silent.

Li Jun's gaze scanned everyone's faces slowly.

Then he said, "In fact, I had expected this kind of situation, so I specially invited Meng Xun, the direct disciple of the head of the Nanhai Sword Sect."

It was a handsome man. Compared with the people present, he was already considered young. There was a thick layer of calluses on the hand holding the sword. His eyes were calm and full of confidence. He saw-- such an outstanding man , no one will be unmoved.

"It turned out to be the disciple of the head of Zhao, disrespect and disrespect."

Wu Dong was the first to stand up, clasping his fists as a signal.

Meng Xun returned a salute. He was much younger than Wu Dong, but he was holding a peer salute. Everyone saw it, but none of them objected, not only because of the strength of the other party, but also because of the power behind it. If Nanhai The Sword Sect also came to intervene. Although they would lose a lot of benefits, they had to be much safer.

Of course, there are those who don't welcome them. These people are very confident in their own strength, and they don't want anyone to take a share of the pie, but they can't say such things, because no one dares not to give the face of the South Sea Sword Sect. .

Li Jun smiled and said: "I believe that if brother Meng comes out, he will definitely be able to catch him."

When he said this, his face was not red at all. Facing Meng Xun, who was twice as small as himself, he was familiar with nature as if the two were friends who had known each other for many years.

Meng Xun didn't say anything, he smiled and walked out.

The boarding battle has already begun, and more and more people are dead. There is a faint red in the sea, and the setting sun shines on it, which is a cruel beauty.

Holding the sword, Meng Xun is very confident. He has been studying art for 26 years, and he has never met a comparable opponent. Even if it is his master, he feels that he will be able to replace him within ten years.

Hidden under that modest appearance is an ambition that can bite people.

The scabbard hung from his waist, his long black hair was crowned with sandalwood, and his white clothes were spotless.

——This is Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City who just took over the throne.

He had a pair of beautiful hands, perfect for holding a sword.

The moment Meng Xun saw Ye Gucheng, he had to put away his contempt because of his age, because he didn't want to die yet.

The technique of the South Sea Sword School is to defeat the enemy quickly. Meng Xun's swordsmanship is very fast. Before a copper plate falls to the ground, he can stab thirteen swords in a row, and each sword can smash a bowl-sized stone.

To be able to do this, he should indeed be confident.

But his opponent is more qualified.

He saw Ye Gucheng make a move, and he already knew that he couldn't stop it.

Ye Gucheng's sword is fast, but it is not without traces. His hands are also very steady. Every step, every move, easily pulls the opponent into his own rhythm, and then approaches him step by step.

Meng Xun's nose was filled with cold sweat. He had never seen such a terrifying person, such a terrifying sword.

By the time the sword edge touched his throat, his back was already drenched with sweat.

Ye Gucheng looked at him: "I won't kill you."

Then he said: "Ask your master to come and redeem him."

The author has something to say: It has been rebuilt and will be greatly revised later. This article will end, really.