Chapter 6

Yanyu soon found out that he thought something wrong. He had always thought that the snake demon came here, which made the town rain continuously. But just now, he remembered that the snake demon was just a green silk realm. Even if it was a green snake, it was far from reaching the level of resonance with heaven and earth. Therefore, the autumn rain was obviously not the vision caused by the green snake 。

But he checked the county records and knew that every autumn, there would not be such a rain. The autumn rain was abnormal, but it had nothing to do with the snake demon. Generally speaking, it should be something else.

As for what it is, I can't figure it out.

But he knew that the monk who could cause a vision was far from his opponent.

That's why it looks a little ugly.

But in this remote country, where can a monk come here?

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There is a small river in Baiyu Town, which is called Baiyu river. There is a special kind of white fish in the river, and the number is not large. Occasionally, people in small towns can catch some white fish, but even after catching white fish, no one will take these fish home. Even the name of white fish town comes from the white fish of this river. The people of small town naturally love these white fish.

In recent days, there are few pedestrians in the town. The town is not large and there are not many residents. After there are no pedestrians, the streets in the alleys are more or less deserted. But at this moment, there is a middle-aged man with a ragged beard. He walks slowly by the White Fish River. His feet are muddy. He just talks all the way, and his voice is not Big, speak fast, naturally no one can hear clearly.

Occasionally passers-by, when they see this middle-aged man, they all glance at him, and then they are no longer interested in putting their eyes on this untidy middle-aged man. In fact, if they think about it carefully, they should know that nowadays the autumn rain keeps on, and everyone goes out with an oil paper umbrella. Why does this middle-aged man not only have an umbrella, but also can't see a trace of moisture on his body Meaning.

Just wearing a common cotton padded coat, the man walked slowly along the river. Looking at the white fish occasionally seen in the river, he tugged at the corners of his mouth. "If there is a small demon in this town, it's OK. Why did you become a good sword and hide with me for three days? When I find you, I'll see if I don't take care of you."

Maybe it was a middle-aged man's words that made a sword in the river listen to it. In this moment, the white fish river suddenly became a little different. Now the white fish, which usually did not take long, are now gathering in a pile, occasionally emerging from the water, as if looking at the man.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man patted his waist and laughed, "you are still hesitating. In this mountain and river, you can meet me. How can you break that sword if I didn't have to kill that demon before? I promise you, if you want to follow me, I'll treat you well. Besides, you've all produced so much wisdom. How can you say that you'll be broken

The middle-aged man is talking about the conditions with a sword by the river. If he is watched by others, he will surely think that he is not a madman or a fool.

"You guys, you know, I'm Chen Sheng. I'm a rare Kendo genius in this mountain and river. It's right to follow me!"

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Just as if Chen Sheng had said so much, a sword in the river was still indifferent.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng said angrily, "you are clearly a sword. Can't you follow me as a swordsman and still want to be a magic weapon of the friars of the three religions? If it is true, where have you been as a sword? The one who cast you must be ashamed of you

There is still no reaction in the White Fish River.

"You guys, don't push your luck. You've been out and asking for information. It's only a hundred years. Chen Sheng has already stepped into the twilight of the day. Can't this speed of cultivation not be called a Kendo genius? How many people can match the courage and the cultivation of Kendo in this mountain and river

Chen Sheng tried his best to talk about it, but obviously he wanted to put on a kind of arrogant manner, but he was also suppressed by himself. This seemed to be a little different from his imagination, but it should be.

After all, in this world, who can be like him, dare to kill a demon in the spring and autumn realm in this realm, and still can retreat completely?

But even if he said so, there was no response from the White Fish River.

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In the autumn rain, there is a middle-aged man squatting on the river bank and swearing, and the object of scolding is actually a sword. If someone else looks at it, he still can't startle his chin?

It seems to be a bit tired of scolding. Chen Sheng casually found a big willow tree to lean against. Finally, he asked, "follow me or not?"

Unable to get a response, Chen Sheng nodded, knowing that it was the result. He did not say much this time. He tore off some leaves from the big willow tree on the side, and said coldly, "you want me to be rude."

With these words, Chen Sheng threw out the willow leaves. After the leaves were taken off, they seemed to be sharp and sharp. They shot into the river one by one, and they soon aroused numerous water flowers.Many white fish in the river were in a panic and swaying around.

Just a moment later, somewhere in the White Fish River exploded, and a three foot long white fish broke through the water and made an arc in the sky. It was as if he had seen Chen Sheng for a mockery and fell into the river.

"Chen Sheng burst out," you became the essence of his mother so not? "

He turned his head and tore many willow leaves from the big willow trees. When he threw them out, he lined up in a straight line. He grasped one end and the other went straight into the river, just like a fisherman fishing.

It's just that other people use bait to fish, but Chen Sheng today is fishing for sword. The so-called "bait" is not anything else. It's just the sword spirit.

The fierce sword Qi is attached to the willow leaves.

It's a steady stream into the river.

In the river, the white fish, up to three feet long, was fleeing in panic, but in the end the fish tail was caught by the willow leaves. The more struggling it was, the more numerous water spray was aroused.

On the Bank of the river, Chen Sheng laughed and pulled back the willow leaves. He pulled the white fish out of the river directly, just like a fisherman fishing.

When the white fish left the river again, it broke through the water and became a long sword with scabbard.

The sword has not yet come out of its sheath, but its spirit overflows. Just a moment later, the sword breaks the rope made by the willow leaves and stabs Chen Sheng with endless sword intention.

Chen Sheng's eyes were full of joy.

He gently points his toes on the shore and rolls his big sleeves to repel those swordsmanship.

Looking at the scabbard sword hanging on the river, Chen Sheng patted his waist and said, "from today on, you are my Chen Sheng's sword."

With these words, Chen Sheng's body passed by and soon came to the ancient sword.

The ancient sword made by white fish was about to return to the river again when Chen Sheng held the handle of the sword with one hand and wiped the scabbard with the other hand. The ancient sword that had not been scabbarded for many years was suddenly scabbard.

A sword light illuminates the misty sky.

At the moment, the sword spirit is better than before.

Chen Sheng, with a sword in his hand, is no longer like the crazy and dirty man before him. Instead, he burst out a momentum of giving up his own to others in an instant. It is like a sword in hand. He can go anywhere in the world, and the injustice can be ordinary.

Chen Sheng looked down at the fish pattern on the sword, and quietly promised, "the master who made you must be a marvelous swordsman. Otherwise, why did you stay in the river and have some wisdom? But you should believe me. Chen Sheng will not bury you. You and I are predestined. If I didn't break my sword, I would be confused and find a trace from the lower reaches of the river When sword spirit comes here, you can't see you. Since you have some wisdom, you should know that swordsmen of our generation don't cast magic tools or cultivate Taoism. They only have one sword. Since you are my sword, I will treat you well. "

I don't know whether I was moved by Chen Sheng's words or suppressed by the swordsman's swordsman of unknown origin. After the ancient sword was wrapped in its sheath and hung around his waist, it did not move.

Chen Sheng smiles and suddenly turns his head.

In the street far away from the White Fish River, there was a boy with medicinal herbs in his hand and an oil paper umbrella in one hand, and his face turned white.

As soon as Chen Sheng's eyes reached, the boy turned and ran.

This made Chen Shengli, who had finally made a full of momentum, even scolded: "son of a bitch, is Laozi so terrible?"

The boy hid in the alley and soon disappeared.

Chen Sheng smiles and shakes his head. He is about to turn around and suddenly sniffles.

Looking at the place where the young man disappeared, he said to himself, "I almost forgot there was a little demon."

Chen Sheng turned to the town, and this time, the autumn rain, finally stopped.

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