Waning Moon Valley

Yongchang seventeenth year, the twenty-third lunar month. The north wind carried heavy snow, covering the entire Yunzhou City in pure white. At three o'clock in the afternoon, everything was silent, except for a lone lamp still burning at the Hanjiang Ferry in the west of the city. The ferry was undulating with the waves in the middle of the river. An old man in coir raincoat stood on the bow of the boat, holding a bamboo pen and looking at the other side in trance. His name is Han San. He has been ferrying on the Hanjiang River for forty years. He has seen too many grievances and grievances in the world, and his heart has long since stopped. But tonight is different. Half an hour ago, a man in black found him and gave him ten taels of gold as long as he waited for one person. "Who are you waiting for?" Han San asked. "A man with a sword." Said the man in black. "When he comes, you have to ferry him across the river. If he doesn't come in three seconds, the gold will be yours too." Han San took the gold and weighed it in his hands. Ten taels of gold was enough for him to sail the ferry for ten years. But he knew that this money was not easy to get - the money of Jianghu people was always stained with blood. He waited for half an hour, and finally heard footsteps on the river bank. Very light, very stable and leaves no trace on the snow. Han San raised his eyes and saw a man in green clothes walking through the snow. The man was about twenty-five or six years old, with a handsome face, and his brows were a bit bookish and a bit cold. The most eye-catching thing is the sword at his waist - the scabbard is made of ordinary ebony, but the hilt is engraved with a waning moon, glowing with a cold luster under the snowy light. "Boatman, cross the river." The man in blue said in a calm voice, with no emotion audible. Han San nodded, pennies a little, and the ferry docked. ............