The woman in black robe said with hatred: "How did you know that "Youming Sword" is here?"

"The gods told me," Zhou Xiaodu said. In a sense, systems from a higher level world are indeed gods-like existences.

When the black-robed woman heard this answer, she immediately rolled her eyes at Zhou Xiaodu.

Zhou Xiaodu teased: "What? Don't the messengers of the River God believe in gods?"

The woman in black robe said: "I don't care how you know the whereabouts of "Youming Sword". In short, this sword technique was given by my mentor. My mentor has passed away. I will not give "Youming Sword" to you casually."

Zhou Xiaodu chuckled, "What do you want? Money?"

The black-robed woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, "I don't want money, I just want revenge."

"Revenge? You mean, the villagers of Changliu Village?" Zhou Xiaodu said.

"Yes, you can see that I'm setting up a trap to deceive them, right?" She replied sternly, "As long as you don't mess up my important affairs, I will give the "Youming Sword" to me when the big revenge is avenged.

If you insist on obstructing me, then I can only take this set of sword skills and go down to confess to my mentor."

Zhou Xiaodu showed some confusion, "Those rural villagers, with your martial arts, it's not difficult to kill them, so why go to all the trouble?"

The black-robed woman's eyes were dark, and she slowly confided: "When the hatred reaches its extreme, revenge can no longer be satisfied by raising a knife and dropping it."

"How do you want to take revenge? When will you take revenge?" Zhou Xiaodu asked.

The woman smiled slightly and said, "It will be soon. I won't keep you waiting."

Zhou Xiaodu asked again: "Who is the mentor you mentioned? How did he die?"

"My mentor... I don't know his name." The woman in black robe recalled, "When I met him, he was already seriously injured. He passed on half of his inner strength to me and gave me a knife.

The price is that I need to avenge him... But even if he doesn't ask for it, I still want to take revenge. Our enemies are all villagers of Changliu Village, and we have the same hatred."

Zhou Xiaodu said: "What did these villagers do? It seems that a lot of people were offended?"

"Speaking of which..." The woman in black robe slowly walked back to the palace and said quietly, "Are you interested in listening to me tell a story?"

"Girl, please speak." Zhou Xiaodu said warmly.

"Xiao Lang, what's your name?"

Zhou Xiaodu said: "My name is Zhou Xiaodu. May I ask the girl her name?"

"Yu Yu, the fisherman's 'yu'."

"It's a very nice name." Zhou Xiaodu praised it.

Yu Yu came to the two-headed statue in white, looked up and stared for a moment, then sat down at the feet of the statue, "I am the daughter of a fisherman in Changliu Village..."

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Her name is Yu Yu, and she was born in Changliu Village. Her father is a fisherman in the village, and her mother is also from the village. She usually goes fishing with her father.

When she was eight years old, one day her parents went out in a small boat with fishing nets as usual, but never came back.

People in the village told her that her parents did not worship the River God properly, so they encountered accidents when they went fishing and did not receive the River God's blessing.

She inherited her father's fishing tools and began to live alone.

In fact, she didn't know if there really were gods in this world. She had never seen ghosts and gods appear in the world with her own eyes, but she didn't dare not listen to the warnings of the villagers.

On the fifteenth day of every month, she would prepare offerings and bring them to the big river in front of the village to worship and pray sincerely. Every time she caught a big fish, she would use the money in exchange to buy a pot of good wine and sprinkle it into the river.

The moving river water is dedicated to the river god Kang Gai.

She repeatedly told herself that she could not be lazy or insincere. She relied on this river to survive, so she had to get along well with this river.

As long as I am sincere enough, the river god will bless me.

She lived to the age of sixteen smoothly, and she felt that maybe there really was a god protecting her in the dark.

The day before her sixteenth birthday, she was very happy. She planned to give herself a day off. She would not wake up early or work, so she would sleep in at home. After she was full, she would get up to prepare ingredients and cook a large table of dishes for herself.

Finally, I burned some paper money for my deceased parents, chatted, and spent the day of her birthday like this.

That day, she listened to the sound of rain and slept very late before getting up. When she opened the door, she saw the mud on the ground and smelled the moist air. She thought: It had just rained, so it was a good time to dig bamboo shoots.

So, I happily put my basket on my back and went up the mountain with my small hoe.

It was not easy to walk on the mountain road after it had rained, but she was full of fresh bamboo shoots and did not find it troublesome at all.

She stepped on the soil that had accumulated rainwater, and finally came to the bamboo forest on the mountain. The forest wind was moist and cool. When the wind blew, the bamboo leaves rustled and shed a drop of water.

She was caught off guard by the hit, and felt her head was cold. She raised her hands to cover it, and fled in a panic. Suddenly, she saw a little monk in white sitting on the big stone under the bamboo, meditating.

That should be the monk from Wangshui Temple on the mountain.

She didn't know if it was the wind or his monk's clothes that were moving, but she held her breath.

That day, she forgot to dig bamboo shoots and her original plan. She just sat next to the young monk and listened to him preaching Buddhist scriptures for a day...

After that day, she stopped fishing or killing animals. She would listen to him ring the bell and chant sutras every morning...and then go down the mountain to weave some straw sandals and bamboo baskets to sell.

Her small business is not doing well, but because she has changed to a vegetarian diet, she can barely support herself.

She thought her life would be like this, listening to young monks chanting sutras, knitting straw sandals, selling straw sandals... she grew up from a young girl to an old girl, and then died on the way up the mountain, or died in her own small hut.

Or maybe one day in the future, you will fall in love with a certain man, get married and have children. In order to support your children, you will work hard to earn money. You will no longer go to the small mountain temple every day, but you will take it with you occasionally when you have time.

The husband and children went to add some incense.

But changes always come so quickly, appearing without any foreshadowing, and then pushing people into the abyss.

Before dawn that day and before she got up, the aunts and uncles in the village knocked on her door.

She was lost in the lake and went to open the door, but was overwhelmed by a huge enthusiasm.

They brought a beautiful wedding dress, embroidered shoes, and a red hijab, pressed her on a chair, put this festive outfit on her, and then dragged her out of the house while cheering, "The bride is leaving the house."

She was so frightened that she thought she was dreaming, and shouted: "I don't want to get married! I don't want to be a bride, I don't want to be a bride..."

Those women said loudly: "You are not marrying a mortal, that is Lord River God. When you go to Lord River God's palace, you can enjoy happiness! This is a great happy event, Yu'er, you have to laugh!"

Countless hands pinched her face, "You have to laugh! You have to laugh! It's such a happy event, don't make Lord River God unhappy..."

They pulled her to the river and tied her to a frame on a bamboo raft. Before she was covered with a red hijab, she saw a large group of people standing by the river, led by uncles from the village, and behind them

, are other villagers.

They all looked at her with smiles on their faces, beaming with joy.

She screamed and screamed, but no one answered her questions, and no one released her. She listened to the prayers recited loudly by the village chief, and then she understood——

The village's once-in-ten-year marriage ceremony for the river god has arrived, and she is the chosen bride.

That is, one of the sacrifices.
Chapter completed!