In the hazy drizzle, a Xianjia ferry from south to north slowly docked at the Egret Ferry at the boundary of Zhengyang Mountain. A handsome man stepped out, wearing a green shirt, long coat, cloth shoes, and held up an oil-paper umbrella.
, the handle of the umbrella is an osmanthus branch, and beside him is a young man wearing a dark robe, also holding a small umbrella. It is made of ordinary green bamboo, but the fan is made of green lotus flowers from the Xian family. It is Chief Zhou who is covered with face and uses blindness.
, Cui Dongshan.
The two of them each carry swords on their backs. They are relics from the secret palaces of Zhongtu Divine Continent and Beijulu Continent. They have never appeared in Aquarius Continent. They are two relics of ancient sword immortals, named Jiawusheng and broom respectively.
Behind him were a group of genealogy monks who had also traveled to Zhengyang Mountain, chatting and laughing happily. A young man was talking to a graceful young woman next to him about the hundreds of years of friendship between his mentor and the Sword Immortal Ancestor from the Cloud Peak in Zhengyang Mountain.
A close friend on the mountain. And the Patriarch of Bo Yunfeng once fought side by side with Li Jianxian from Luzhou, Beiju, on the battlefield of Old Dragon City, and together they killed the big monster with their swords.
Cui Dongshan listened happily and asked with a smile from his heart: "Chief Zhou, why don't we change our umbrella?"
Jiang Shangzhen glanced at the green lotus umbrella, where there was a faint green shade, and shook his head: "Forget it, it's not pleasing to the eye."
In the team behind them, there was a child with good-looking features, about seven or eight years old. He was holding a big umbrella, using the water method to collect water on the umbrella surface, accumulating a large pool of rainwater. Then he suddenly twisted the umbrella handle, and raindrops shot out in all directions.
Like arrows and countless flying swords. He was just a monastic embryo who had just started to practice. The rain was splashing everywhere, not very powerful, but the raindrops hit the two cinnamon twig umbrellas and green lotus umbrellas in front, making a thumping sound.
Several elders from the division just laughed.
These accomplished monks naturally do not need to hold an umbrella, as their spiritual energy overflows and the wind and rain recede on their own.
The mountain gods in the middle five realms travel in all directions, are invulnerable to water and fire, and avoid filth. Those vassal states that are like frogs in the well, the barnyard officials and unofficial histories, and the strange people and strangers in the journals of strange things are mostly recorded by monks of this generation.
If the two travelers in front can turn raindrops into invisible things like them, then someone will naturally come forward to stop the child from continuing to play with the umbrella. If possible, they will even apologize and say a few words about the naughty child. Don't be upset, fellow Taoist.
Kind words.
As a result, Cui Dongshan casually moved his sleeve back, slapped the child into the water, turned around and said with a playful smile: "The kid likes to play in the water, so go and play in the water."
The incident happened suddenly. Although the child had already climbed the mountain at a young age and had no power to fight back, he just drew an arc in front of everyone, passing through a large clump of snow-white reeds, and fell into the water of the ferry.
Jiang Shangzhen turned around and said with a smile: "I almost scared me to death. You don't need to apologize. You can just pay and settle the matter."
Cui Dongshan laughed.
Jiang Shangzhen immediately changed his words: "Spend money to eliminate disaster, waste money to eliminate disaster."
A burly man reached out and grasped the handle of the magic knife at his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Children are playing around, so what?"
If it hadn't been for the man holding the umbrella, who had an accent unique to Beiju Luzhou, he would have drawn his sword out of its sheath and struck him with one blow.
Anyway, it's up to you.
We are not afraid if the trouble goes as far as Zhengyang Mountain or the nearby imperial court of the Great Li vassal. They will only make the other party unable to eat and walk away.
Although martial arts fights and immortal battles are now common under the Baopingzhou Mountains, after twenty years, habits have become natural and it is still difficult to change them.
Cui Dongshan held an umbrella in one hand and put his hand on his waist, and said confidently: "I am not old, I am also a child."
Jiang Shangzhen raised his thumb, pointed at the sword behind him, and sneered: "If you dare to ask about swords like this in my hometown, that little brat would be dead right now."
An old monk with a calm temperament immediately spoke to everyone in his heart: "From the accent, he is indeed a monk from Luzhou, Beiju. As for whether he is a swordsman or not, it is hard to say for the time being."
Today's Beiju Luzhou is the brother continent of Aquarius Island. As for Tongyezhou, it can only be regarded as Sunzizhou.
In the water of the ferry, strange phenomena occurred. There were fires shooting out like lightning, like fire dragons coming out of the water.
It turned out to be a high-quality spiritual weapon with precious light flowing around it. It was a small cone made of bronze, more than a foot long, and engraved with nine dragons.
It was the child's natal creature. Before he even climbed ashore, he had already pulled out a small awl and stabbed the young man in black robe holding a green lotus umbrella.
Everyone saw the young man laughing loudly and saying "Well done", suddenly closing up the green lotus umbrella, holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands, like holding a sword with two swords, but he was slashing it down with a sword technique, but in the end he was only hit by the small cone.
, the young man's energy and blood were agitated, his soul was unstable, his face immediately turned red, he could only shout angrily, his anger sank into his Dantian, his feet sank into the soft mud soaked by the rain, and was still pressed by the tip of the small bronze awl.
Hold the umbrella body and slide it backwards for more than ten feet to stabilize your body.
The child stood on the shore, pinched the hand with his fingers, and quickly recited the Taoist mantra in his heart. He stamped his feet and shouted the word "draw water" to circulate the aura of heaven and earth in his natal Qi Palace. His fingers and the small cone seemed to be pulled by a thread of golden light.
, the exquisitely engraved small tapered nine dragons, like an eye-opener, began to move in a meandering way, but the child was too young after all, was not refining well, and did not move fast enough. As soon as he opened his mouth to absorb the rainwater, the young man in the black robe bent sideways, and then
The man in green shirt grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and a few dragonflies touched the water, then fled far away. Neither of them dared to walk on the ferry road. They chose the reeds by the water and stepped on the reeds. The rising and falling of their bodies was really beautiful.
The child didn't want to let go of those two bastards. He moved his fingers, stared at the backs of the two men, and said silently: "The wind and lightning are rushing, the black dragon is meandering, and the waterfall is huge!"
Nine little black dragons with finger lengths wrapped around small bronze awls, spitting out nine sharp arrows condensed by rainwater. The two people with reeds under their feet hid here and there, looking very embarrassed.
The old monk smiled and said: "Chuntang, that's it. Just put away the small awl. If you are good at it, don't use it easily. You have to be merciful and merciful."
The child put away his fingers, took a deep breath, his face turned pale, and the looming rope disappeared. The small awl flashed away and hovered beside him. The child took out one from his sleeve.
The inconspicuous cotton bag contains the small cone with the seal "Qili Long" in it. There are a three-hundred-year-old white-flowered snake and a two-hundred-year-old black-headed snake in the bag. They will use their essence and blood to help the owner warm the body.
Keep that little cone.
The child named Chuntang hung the small bag on his waist, his face was gloomy, and he rubbed his cheeks, which felt burning.
The old monk stretched out his fingers, twisted his wrist, and with a light touch, he lifted up the big umbrella that had fallen on the muddy road and floated towards the child.
The child took it into his hands, and in a fit of anger, he threw the umbrella far into the water, out of sight and out of mind. It was an ordinary thing anyway, not worth a few pennies.
The old monk also deliberately pretended not to notice Chuntang's childish behavior. The old Jindan, who was revered as the real protector of the country in his hometown vassal country, just looked at the direction in which the two people were going, always feeling a little strange.
The man wearing the magic sword sneered: "Two unqualified pure martial artists dare to pretend to be Beiju Luzhou sword cultivators. What a fool."
The old monk explained: "Most of them are from Luzhou in Beiju, otherwise they wouldn't be so arrogant. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Remember to restrain Chuntang and don't seek revenge privately on the ground of Zhengyang Mountain. Now the peak is about to begin. Celebrations, great happy days, no one wants such bad things to happen. You are the protector of Chuntang, if you can't control him, I will use the precepts of the Zushitang to control you."
The man said helplessly: "Master, I know the importance of this."
In the reed marsh in the distance, two people were squatting by the water like they were squatting in a pit.
Jiang Shangzhen held an umbrella on his shoulder and asked with a smile: "What's going on?"
Cui Dongshan held up the green lotus umbrella, lowered his head and took a breath, wiped away some traces with his sleeve, with a distressed look on his face, and then used his two fingers to twist a piece of spiritual light, which was peeled off from the small bronze cone, and looked at it intently.
He said casually: "It's boring, just kidding."
Jiang Shangzhen said: "Look at the child's small cone and cloth bag, are they part of the dragon-raising art? Is there a place like Qililong in Aquarius Continent? I've never heard of it before."
In ancient times, the way to raise dragons and dragons was once a highly respected one. The leader was one of the six great ceremonial officials of Confucianism. Later generations were mixed and mixed. When there are no more real dragons in the world, the so-called raising dragons will just be turtles and fish descended from the mountains and rivers.
The snake stream. And this lineage in the vast world, the true dragon catastrophe three thousand years ago, affected the fish in the pond, so there is no sect anymore, because raising the true dragon descendants, the dragon miscellaneous family, turning into a dragon is an extravagant hope to reach the sky, even more
Let’s not talk about real dragons. The luck of the entire dragon-raising line of Qi practitioners has been reduced to sourceless water. They are in an embarrassing situation, and their incense has gradually withered away, just like the gods of mountains and rivers who have lost their incense.
Cui Dongshan crushed the insignificant spiritual light there, held the green lotus umbrella under his arm, held the scattered spiritual light in his hands, rubbed it gently, and then watched the spiritual light spread in the veins of his palms, such as the winding mountains, the golden elixir Yuanying and other land gods.
The incomprehensible scene fell into the eyes of the immortal, and naturally everything appeared in detail. Jiang Shangzhen glanced at it and saw clearly, but he didn't know what was going on. Regarding Kanyu's divination, it was one of Jiang Shangzhen's few "uninitiated" techniques.
Because Jiang Shangzhen has never been willing to learn these methods of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
Cui Dongshan clapped his hands, completely shattering all traces and veins in his palms, and said with a smile: "Near Qililong, there was an old dragon who opened a water house in a big river. He was once named the White Dragon King by the court. After that remote small country was destroyed, the old dragon
It almost never shows up, but its seniority is certainly much lower than that of Huang Tingguo, which has lived for ten thousand years. The old dragon relies on more than a thousand literati and poets from all dynasties to help carry some incense with their poetry and literature.
. Qililong, the immortal mansion, rather than having the opportunity of a great road, can be regarded as an envoy of incense secretly supported by the old dragon. The small cone of 'Ding Fengbo' is one of the tokens. But in fact, this river has excellent hydrology and governs ten countries.
The tributary rivers and more than 30 rivers and streams were dug into the Dadu Sea in the early years. If it were not for taking care of your old Jiang family, this river should have been chosen as the river to enter the sea. Then the Dragon Prince should have taken advantage of the opportunity to get a Dadu Marquis.
It’s my father.”
Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said: "Jiang family of Yunlin, I can't reach that high."
Cui Dongshan stood up, carrying a green lotus umbrella on his shoulders, with a solemn expression.
Jiang Shangzhen stood up. After the rain, it cleared up and the weather was new. He put away his cinnamon umbrella, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, helping the real dragon smell a hint of danger.
The two of them walked slowly, and Jiang Shangzhen asked: "I'm curious, why do you and Chen Ping'an seem to be more... tolerant towards Wang Zhu?"
Cui Dongshan nodded, "Because my husband feels that someone has placed hope on Wang Zhu, then he is willing to follow the hope. For now, Wang Zhu has indeed not disappointed. Then I will follow my husband's example and look at her more.
.In fact, after leaving Lizhu Cave, Wang Zhu went very smoothly. It was truly smooth sailing. To be precise, after leaving the iron lock well, she didn’t suffer much. Compared with my husband’s
It was hard work, she just lay there and enjoyed it. Zhigui Zhigui, I didn’t get my name for nothing. I cut through walls and stole everything. I became a little thief, stealing my husband’s luck and fortune, stealing Song Jixin’s dragon energy, and finally took over the world.
I am afraid that she will feel that everything is what she deserves. For example, if she chooses the Confucian Temple to occupy the land and water transportation, she will feel that half of her energy has been taken away, and she will feel resentful and enter the ascension realm.
After that, they will mistakenly think that heaven and earth really don’t care, and start making trouble.”
Jiang Shangzhen asked a crucial question: "Can the dragon-slayer still kill the dragon after three thousand years?"
Without waiting for Cui Dongshan to give an answer, Jiang Shangzhen asked and answered himself: "Compared to three thousand years ago, when one man slayed a real dragon with a sword, it seems more credible to slay a real dragon three thousand years ago."
Cui Dongshan said: "On the day Mr. Wang was at Dadu Temple, Wang Zhu took the initiative to show up. In fact, she saved at least half of his life."
Jiang Shangzhen hummed, "She is willing to miss the past, and the mountain master who already misses the past is even more willing to miss the past."
To be continued...