Chapter 5: Middle-aged man scolding and taking sword by the river

Yan Yu soon realized that he was thinking about something wrong. It turned out that he always thought that the snake demon came here, which caused the town to start the continuous autumn rain, but just now, he remembered that the snake demon It was only in the blue silk realm, even if the green snake became a demon, it was far from reaching the realm of resonance with heaven and earth, so this autumn rain was obviously not the vision caused by the green snake.
But he checked the county annals, and he also knew that there would not be such a rain every fall here. Autumn rain is abnormal, but it has nothing to do with the snake demon. In general, it should be something else.
As for what it is, I can't figure it out.
But he knows one thing, this monk who can trigger a vision is definitely far from an opponent.
Therefore, his face looked a little ugly.
But in this poor country, where will monks come here?
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There is a small river in Baiyu Town, the name is Baiyu River. The river is a special type of white fish, and there are not many of them. Occasionally, people in small towns can catch some, but even after the white fish are caught, no one will When the fish is taken home, even the name of Baiyu Town comes from this river white fish. The people in the small town naturally love these white fish.
In the past few days, the autumn rain has not stopped, and there are few pedestrians in the town. The town is originally small and there are not many residents. After seeing no pedestrians, the streets and alleys seem to be more or less deserted, but at this moment. There was a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard, walking slowly beside the Baiyu River, his feet were muddy all over, he just walked all the way and talked all the way, his voice was not loud, he spoke fast, naturally no one could hear him clearly.
Occasionally passing by pedestrians and seeing this middle-aged man, they all glanced at it, and then they no longer have the interest to put their eyes on this sloppy middle-aged man. In fact, if they think about it, they should know that. Nowadays, the autumn rain keeps on, and everyone goes out holding an oiled paper umbrella. Why does this middle-aged man not only don’t hold an umbrella, nor can he see a trace of wetness on his body.
It’s just that the man in an ordinary cotton-padded coat walked slowly by the river, looking at the white fish that he occasionally saw in the river, and twitched his mouth, "Forget it if there is a little demon in this town, why are you doing this? The sword has become a fine, and I have been hiding for three days in peekaboo. Wait until I find you, and see if I can take care of you."
Perhaps it was the middle-aged man’s words that made a certain sword in the river heard it. At this moment, the white fish river suddenly became a little strange. The white fishes that usually don’t last long are now gathered in a pile. , Occasionally appeared above the water, as if looking at the man.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man patted his waist and laughed blankly, "You are still hesitating, in this mountain and river, you can run into me, it is a blessing, if I hadn't had to kill him before. How did that demon break the sword again? I promise, if you are willing to follow me, I will treat you well, besides, you have given birth to such a kind of wisdom, how can you break it? "
The middle-aged man was talking about terms with a sword by the river. If he was watched by others, he would definitely think that this person was either a lunatic or a fool.
"You fellow, you need to know that I, Chen Sheng, is a genius of swordsmanship who is hard to see in the mountains and rivers. Follow me, you are right!"
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It just seems that if Chen Sheng has been allowed to say so much, a certain sword in the river is still indifferent.
Seeing this, Chen Sheng said angrily: "You are obviously a sword. Is it possible that you don't follow me as a swordsman and want to be a magic weapon for a monk of the Three Sects? If this is the case, where is the strength of your sword? Now, the one who cast you back then must be ashamed of you too!"
There was still no response in the Baiyu River.
"You guys don't have to be invincible. You go outside to inquire about it. It's been less than a hundred years. Chen Sheng has already stepped into the state of dawn and dusk. Is this speed of practice not in the name of a genius in kendo? Dare to go deep into the demon land and kill an evil demon in the Spring and Autumn Realm. With this courage, this kendo cultivation base, how many people can compare in this mountain and river?"
Chen Sheng tried his best to make this matter calm and calm, but he obviously wanted to put on an air of arrogance, but he was suppressed by himself, which seemed to be a bit less than what he had imagined. Gaseous, but this pride should be.
After all, in this world, who else can dare to kill a demon whose realm is in the Spring and Autumn realm like him in this realm, and still be able to retreat with his whole body?
But even if he said so, the Baiyuhe still didn't see any response.
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In the autumn rain, a middle-aged man squatted by the river and yelled at him, and the object of the curse was actually a sword. If he was watched by others, he would not be surprised to drop his chin?
It seemed that he was a little tired from cursing. Chen Sheng randomly found a big willow tree to lean against, and finally asked viciously, "Will you follow me?"
Without a response, Chen Sheng nodded, knowing that it was the result, he didn't say much this time, he just tore off a few leaves from the big willow tree beside him, and snorted coldly: "You have to ask me to be rough. "
After saying this, Chen Sheng threw out the willow leaves. After the few leaves were removed, they seemed to become a bit sharp. They shot into the river one by one, and soon started to start countless splashes.
Many white fish in the river were swimming around in a panic.
Just a moment later, somewhere in the Baiyu River exploded, and a three-foot-long white fish broke through the water and traversed an arc in the sky. It seemed to have glanced at Chen Sheng mockingly before falling into the river.
Chen Sheng yelled, "It's so terrible that you become a god?"
He turned his head and tore off a lot of willow leaves on the big willow tree. When he threw them out, they lined up in a straight line. He grabbed one end, and the other end went straight into the river, like a fisherman fishing.
It's just that others are fishing bait, but Chen Sheng is fishing a sword today. The so-called "fishing bait" is not something else, it is Jian Qi.
Strands of sharp sword aura attached to the willow leaves.
Continuously enter the river.
In the river, the white fish that could reach three feet in length was fleeing in panic, but in the end the tail was caught by the willow leaves, and the more struggling, the more splashes it aroused.
On the bank of the river, Chen Sheng laughed, and pulled the willow leaves back, pulling the white fish directly out of the river, just like a fisherman fishing.
The white fish left the river again, only to break out of the water, and directly turned into a long sword with a sheath.
The sword was not out of its sheath, but the sword energy was overflowing. Only a moment, the sword broke the rope made by the willow leaf and brought the endless sword intent to Chen Sheng.
Chen Sheng's eyes were filled with joy.
He tapped his toes on the bank, his big sleeves curled slightly, rebuking the sword energy.
Looking at the ancient sword with a sheath hanging in the air on the river, Chen Sheng patted his waist, "From today onwards, you will be my Chen Sheng's sword."
After saying this, Chen Sheng flicked past and soon came to the ancient sword.
The ancient sword made by Baiyu was about to return to the river again, so Chen Sheng held the hilt with one hand, and Chen Sheng gently wiped the scabbard with the other hand. This ancient sword that has not been sheathed for many years. Out of the sheath instantly.
A ray of sword light illuminates the misty sky.
Sword Qi at this moment is even better than before.
Chen Sheng with a sword in his hand is no longer like the mad and sloppy man before, but instantly bursts out with an aura of giving up to me, as if a sword in his hand, he can go anywhere in the world, and any injustice is possible. Mediocre.
Chen Sheng looked down at the fish pattern on the sword, and promised softly: "The senior who forged you must be an incredible swordsman. Otherwise, why would you give birth to some wisdom by staying in the river by yourself, but You should believe that I, Chen Sheng, will not bury you. Speaking of you, I can be considered destined. If it weren’t for my sword to be broken, I would be confused, looking for a trace of sword energy from the lower reaches of the river, and I would not see you. Wisdom, you should know that my generation of swordsmen does not forge magical weapons or practice art, but only has one sword. Since you are my sword, I will naturally treat you well."
I don't know if it was moved by Chen Sheng's remarks or suppressed by the swordsman of unknown origin. After this ancient sword was sheathed and hung around his waist, there was no movement.
Chen Sheng smiled and turned his head suddenly.
On the street far from the bank of the Baiyu River, there was a teenager with a pale face holding medicinal materials in his hand and a paper umbrella in one hand.
As far as Chen Sheng could see, the boy turned and ran.
This made Chen Sheng, who had managed to do it all the time with great momentum, immediately cursed: "Asshole, how terrible is Lao Tzu?"
The boy hid into the alley and soon disappeared.
Chen Sheng smiled and shook his head. As he was about to turn around, he suddenly sniffed.
Then he looked at the place where the boy had disappeared, and said to himself, "I almost forgot that there was a little demon."
Chen Sheng turned and walked towards the town, but at this time, the autumn rain finally stopped.