Sword of Coming

Previously, there was a majestic waterfall at the junction of Longxu River and Tiefu River.

It's just that now Longxu River should be called Longxu River, and Tiefu River has also been changed to Tiefu River.

In the night, there was a beautiful woman with a golden sword in her arms, standing on the blue stone cliff at the junction of the stream and the river. The young woman had an excellent figure, and the clothes on her chest were bulging high. It can be said that she could not see her toes when she looked down. So much so that the ball of golden silk sword spikes was just sitting there.

She was the personal maid beside the empress. Although she was very beautiful, she had the vulgar name of a country woman, Yang Hua.

The woman first threw the Dongbaopingzhou sword, a heavy weapon whose real name was Fulu, into the river.

She took a deep breath and began to take off her clothes, piece by piece, and threw them into the splashing iron talisman river.

In the end, she revealed a perfect body with graceful curves and flawless whiteness. Bathed in the moonlight and mist, it made her even more fairy-like.

Then he took a step forward, his slender body fell straight down.

She wants to enter the water and become a god.

The woman Yang Hua, who has received the order from the Dali court, will become a river god of the Tiefu River tonight.

The counties of the Dali Dynasty were divided into three levels: large, medium and small. The same was true for the rivers. The streams below the rivers were the lowest level water transport gods. Even if the imperial court decreed that the gods sit on a waterway, they would only be given the title Hepo, and they were not allowed to overstep the title. As a god, the river water above is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. The Longxu River has now been upgraded to two levels in a row, that is, from a stream to a medium river. There is no difference between the rivers above the river, and now the Tiefu River has become a big river.

It's just that the two connected rivers, Tiefu River and Longxu River, will not build river shrines or build golden statues of gods for the time being.

Keep everything simple.

The two newly promoted Jianghe Zhengshen gods are not familiar names in Longquan County. Among them, Tiefu Jiangzhengshen is named Yang Hua.

Compared with Jiang Shen's imperial edicts, which were louder than the raindrops, the Dali imperial court consecrated three orthodox mountain gods in one go, namely Piyun Mountain, Dianxiang Mountain and Luolu Mountain.

The ceremony of enthroning the gods was magnificent, with the imperial edict written by Emperor Da Li, the saint Ruan Shi helped to announce the opening of the altar, the content read by the Minister of Rites, Mr. Qingwu of Qin Tianjian's "burying gold and hiding jade", the local parent official and the magistrate of Longquan County Wu Kite, unveiling two clay statues of golden gods, etc., a series of red tape, nothing missing.

The mountain gods of Dongbaopingzhou are divided into five mountain gods, general mountain gods, and land, with a total of three levels. Common people commonly call them the Lord of the Land, which is a bit like a candidate for officialdom.

Generally speaking, the scale of mountains and peaks, even after hundreds and thousands of years, is determined. Therefore, it is difficult for the mountain gods of the land to be promoted on the spot, but it is not absolute. If a master of Jie Mao cultivation appears in the land, he will eventually be eliminated. If someone is highly regarded by the court and becomes a transcendent national master or true king, it is possible for chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven. After all, the mountain is not high, as long as there are immortals, there are spirits.

Among them, there is a mountain god in Luolu Mountain, which is particularly weird. The only known surname is Song. Compared with the other two statues of clay bodies that are completely gilded, this mountain god has a specially made golden head, and the rest of the clothes are painted in color without gold powder. It is said that this was a secret decree issued by the imperial court.

In the turbid river water, a raging waterfall crashed overhead.

The toe of one of the woman's feet gently stepped on the hilt of the rare Taoist talisman sword. The golden sword spikes were like vines, and they gently wrapped around her ankle at some point.

It is a crime to have a jade.

The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly with her eyes closed tightly, and tears slowly flowed out of her eyes. Being at the bottom of the river, those tears naturally disappeared in an instant.

Even though she was born with a different physique than ordinary people, she has been close to rivers since she was a child. When she was young, a wandering Taoist priest came to her home and tested her horoscope. He said that she was easy to attract all the filthy things in the water, so it was best not to go near the water source alone. , especially where rootless water temporarily gathers. The girl surnamed Yang Minghua gradually grew up, and was soon spotted by Mr. Qingwu, a big Li. It can be compared to the hard work that others have spent thirty years or even longer.

But what really forced her to embark on this "path of no return".

You must know that becoming the god of Hebo, Hepo, and the river has always been regarded as a "dead end" by orthodox Qi practitioners, and it is not a right path to immortality at all.

Imagine a bridge of longevity, knowing that it collapsed halfway and people could not reach the other side. So what kind of bridge is it?

She knew in her heart that it was a crime to possess a jade.

Because she gained the recognition of the capital talisman sword, she successfully controlled the talisman before Liu Baqiao, the young swordsman of Fengleiyuan, took action.

After getting this great opportunity, her cultivation level skyrocketed. Just when she felt that reaching the fifth realm was just around the corner, but at the same time, a series of bad news came quietly. First, the empress needed her to take out the talisman. The sword was given to Ruan Qiong who was in charge of Li Zhu to split the Dragon Slaying Platform twice. Then the talisman sword returned to her hand was almost in pieces. What else could she do? One was the empress who had been reincarnated by En Tong, and the other was a military saint who was regarded as a guest by Da Li. She had to grit her teeth and accept the result, but she never expected that the emperor would temporarily confer her with an iron talisman under a decree. The water god of the river.

In the river, the woman standing on the sword hovered still, just like a god standing in a shrine.

She abandoned all distracting thoughts and began to meditate. She made the seal with her hands and remained as still as a mountain.

First, the green hair on her head fell off one by one, dissipated in the river, and disappeared with the current.

Then the flesh and blood of the body melted away bit by bit.

The severe pain came not only from the flesh and blood, but also from the depths of the soul. The woman, who had used the secret technique of Da Li to isolate herself from perception, still trembled in her delicate body, which was gradually becoming bloody and fleshy.

Standing tall and straight!

In the end, the woman was reduced to a real skeleton.

The water is boiling and steam is rising.

The half-destroyed talisman sword remained motionless at the bottom of the river, but the terrifying white bones in the shape of a woman could be vaguely seen, beginning to shake, floating like water plants, extremely fragile, as if they might be swept away by the river at any time.

At the critical moment, the golden spikes and strands of golden threads of the Taoist talisman sword "Fu Lu" began to emit a golden light. Not only did they bind the woman's ankles more tightly, they also continued to slowly climb upwards, and finally Stalled at the bones of the knees.

This allowed Bai Gu to stabilize her figure and help her not to be despised by the mysterious divine will contained in the river and completely reduced to the lowest level of water ghost.

Gather the divinity, reshape the golden body, and become a false saint in the flesh.

The first strands of hair began to grow on top of the white bones.

It was not the long crow-green hair of the "old woman" of Longxuxi River before, but the light golden hair. The hairs appeared on the white bones, becoming more and more lush, and finally gathered into a golden head several feet long. Long hair, extremely gorgeous.

This is a "Rain Master" phenomenon that is rare to see in a century!

The river gods under the sky, no matter how big or small, are ultimately attached to the earth and flow along with the flow. The Rain Master, who has almost disappeared from Aquarius Continent, can be regarded as a god in the sky. Although the rank of the Rain Master is not much higher than that of the Yijiang Water God, the difference is just like an ordinary Qi practitioner versus a sword cultivator of the same realm. , the combat power is actually very different. It is somewhat similar to the official position of the doctor holding the lantern in the officialdom. Its weight is far greater than that of other Dali officials of the same rank.

The Da Luo Jinxian admired by Taoism, the golden body of Arhat as a Buddhist protector, the clay statues and golden bodies of worldly gods, and the so-called golden branches and jade leaves of secular dynasties all have the word "gold" on them.

Among them, the golden body of the god is actually a false sign. It does not mean that the god has a golden body all over his body. The golden body of the river woman in Longxuxi River is actually just a little golden light in the eyes. But this woman has blond hair that symbolizes her qualifications as a rain master. There is a world of difference.

The woman began to regain her appearance.

White bones give birth to flesh.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was even more beautiful than before.

Wearing a blue dress made of condensed river water, she wrapped her extremely alluring body.

She walked forward slowly, as if walking on flat ground, breathing freely, which made her feel more contented than practicing in a cave full of spiritual energy.

The woman raised her hand and made a move, and the talisman sword that had never been unsheathed jumped out from the bottom of the river. She held it in her hand and placed it in front of her. She gently unsheathed the sword and stared at the shocking cracks, like a The scars on the beautiful face are regrettable and pitiful.

Yang Hua, who had become the God of the Great Lijiang River, turned his wrist and raised the edge of the Talisman sword. He looked down at it, which was still as sharp as before, and said softly: "In the end, you are the only one who will never leave me." ."

The talisman sword trembled slightly, and the spiritual energy was exhausted, like a haggard old man on the sick bed, with no energy at all.

"I won't dislike you, no matter how hard it is, we will go to the end together."

Yang Hua lowered her head, turned her cheek slightly to the side, and used the sharp blade to cut bloody grooves on her face, which were so deep that the bones were visible.

The water of the Tiefu River rolled by, becoming more and more powerful and murderous, without any trace of resentment or melancholy.

In worldly affairs, it is a crime to have a jade.

People in this world are armed with sharp weapons and have murderous intentions!

On the Qingniu Bei side of the Longxu River, an old man squatted on a stone cliff and smoked a dry cigarette. A "young woman" sat cautiously on the edge of the stone cliff, with her hair hanging down, extending into the river. Now promoted to an orthodox river god recognized by the Great Li court, she has been able to briefly go ashore in this way. Don't underestimate this small step. He Po and He Bo, even if you practice for hundreds of thousands of years, they will still be powerless.

The woman whose long hair covered the water below the stone cliff timidly said: "Xian Chang, why can't I, Malanhua, have a river temple? Even a small broken temple that is a little bigger will do."

The old man puffed away the smoke and sneered: "With your bad reputation, you still want to have continuous incense? I'm afraid you only have a few large water tanks of saliva. What's more, do you think that enjoying the incense sacrifice can guarantee the harvest in droughts and floods? And that's it. A business where you just lie back and enjoy yourself while doing nothing?"

The woman sneered and said: "Immortal, you know that I am a village woman with long hair and short knowledge. Please tell me, lest I violate taboos again and offend some big shot. I am not afraid of being beaten. If I give it to the Immortal, It's causing trouble, and I feel very uncomfortable."

When talking about long hair and short knowledge, the woman glanced at the black hair from the corner of her eye and felt a little proud.

My hair is long, but really long. Among the short-lived and foolish women in the small town, many of them are already gray in their forties. How can they compare with me? In terms of status and family background, what can they do to compare with this majestic river god like themselves?

The old man said slowly: "When the temple is set up, the altar is erected, the incense burner is set, and the first incense is lit, you are truly dependent on this land and water. For example, there were two earthquakes from Hongzhu Town, Longquan Here in the county, the earth is shaking, the mountains are shaking, and the rivers are swaying. If you have a local temple or a clay statue, you will suffer the impact of this kind of shaking."

Although the woman pretended to nod in agreement, she felt disapproving in her heart.

The old man had an expressionless face, holding a cigarette rod in one hand, and tapped lightly on the stone cliff with his free hand.

The flesh and blood all over the woman's body instantly burst apart, causing her to fall into the river in pain, wailing at the top of her lungs under the water, her body twisting and rolling crazily.

The old man turned a blind eye to this and said slowly: "Why did the righteous god of mountains and rivers choose to follow the king at the foot of the mountain wholeheartedly to help check and balance the people on the mountain? In addition to the source of incense, the fights between gods and gods among the people on the mountain will affect the rise and fall of a place's luck. , is also the key. Who is willing to live in a precarious situation, maybe his body will be severely damaged tomorrow, and he will die in the world the day after tomorrow? "

"In addition, the folk customs, culture, education, and military affairs of a place will also affect your conduct and behavior, either subtly or suddenly, and will not be transferred by the will of the gods. The former is a blunt knife. Cutting off the flesh, the latter, is a disaster coming from the sky, you, please cherish the leisure time now, this is the real freedom and happiness like a god."

The woman no longer dared to go ashore. The snow-white head slowly surfaced from the water and begged for mercy: "Great Immortal, I know the pros and cons now."

The old man waved his hand, "Get away."

The woman dived into the water, swayed her waist, and instantly passed through the stone arch bridge, escaping to the waterway two or three miles away.

Previously, she was a woman from the Longxuxi River. She passed by the river section beside the blacksmith shop leisurely. Now she is no longer so afraid of the powerful little girl. After all, in addition to being a diligent military saint, she , adding to the gloomy weight of running water, and occasionally she would be called by the little girl to ask about the past of the small town about sesame seeds and rotten millet. Over time, she felt that her waist was already very thick.

As for the girl Xiuxiu who was very weird in the woman's eyes, according to the chat between the two, the woman learned that in addition to blacksmithing every day, she would also continue to stare at the old house that was about to be repaired, and help with cleaning every now and then. Several houses, and the cage of old hens and chickens, were all moved to the blacksmith shop.

The woman actually didn't understand the girl's thoughts at all. How could the only daughter of a military sage live like the daughter of an ordinary family in a small town, boring and without any lofty ambitions?

But she didn't dare to tell Ruan Xiu what was on her mind.

The power of that fire dragon became more profound after she became the orthodox river god.

But the woman now feels that she really has someone to back her up! He thinks that he and Miss Xiuxiu have turned enemies into friends, and are half assistants of the military saint. Besides, they can also be regarded as the anonymous disciples of Old Man Yang, right?

These things make women particularly proud.

In fact, she also remembered to hit, but she was a little forgetful, and the scars often healed and she forgot about the pain.

But she enjoyed it.

The old man sitting alone on the back of the green bull sighed with emotion: "The frog at the bottom of the well, when he sees the full moon, he happily forgets his worries."

After a long time, a young man with cinnabar between his eyebrows slowly walked up the stone cliff, squatted next to the old man, and sighed.

Old Man Yang smiled and asked, "Are you studying a lot in the school today?"

The "young" Imperial Master was so hurt by these words that he was so angry that he was shaking all over.

The old man did not continue to rub salt in his wounds. After all, he had been an ally for a short time. "The clay sculptures and gold statues of the Yuan Family Wenchang Pavilion and the Cao Family Wusheng Temple have been built, right? But the location has not been finalized yet? Why don't you help me?" That student, are you really willing to watch his official career fizzle out in Longquan County?"

The handsome young man with cinnabar brows said with a depressed expression: "In the past, I had my own backup plan, but now do you think I still need it?"

Old Man Yang nodded, "It's a bit miserable."

The young man said angrily: "Hey, Old Yangtou, it's okay if you didn't plead for me at that time, but you still have the nerve to be sarcastic?!"

Old Man Yang was unmoved, "What I'm doing is considered yin and yang at best, not cynicism."

The old man thought for a while and then said: "I am willing to show off my old face and plead for you. Is it useful?"

The young man muttered, "You have to speak up and say something."

The young man leaned back, lying on the uneven blue stone cliff, looking at the deep night sky, and said to himself: "Did you and Song Changjing have a private covenant like me?"

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "Yes, and he didn't hide it very much, otherwise Li Er wouldn't have made such a big fuss with Song Changjing. Instead of letting your Majesty the Emperor worry about it, it would be better to put it on the table and let him When I saw it, I had an idea in my mind. But I guess with Song Changjing's unruly character, he must have said everything to his face when he arrived in the capital."

The young man said angrily: "I'm just not as lucky as Song Changjing. I shouldn't have come to this wretched place to live in a paradise. Damn this place is my fault!"

The old man smiled and said: "For the other half of the national master Cui Chan, it may not be possible."

The young man sat up and said angrily: "Old man Yang, if you talk like that again, I will fight you for my life!"

Old Man Yang turned his head and looked at the young man who had suffered a series of misfortunes, and stopped adding fuel to the fire. "Have you realized that you have changed a lot after you were cut off from your involvement?"

The young man frowned and asked, "Is there any?"

The old man nodded and said with a serious look: "Yes. Your mind gradually changes and your soul gradually stabilizes. Although your cultivation level is negligible, compared with the previous national master Cui Chan, you finally look like a young Cui Chan."

The young man's face was ashen and his eyes were burning.

The old man looked into the distance and joked: "It seems that reading is of some use."

Cui Chan, who was originally just residing in this precious body, is now like an immigrant who has moved to a distant place and taken root in the local area.

Cui Cheng, split into two.

The national preceptor Cui Han lost part of his soul, and the body where the young Cui Han's soul resides is both a place of standing and a prison.

The young man didn't want to get entangled in this matter, fearing that he would drown himself if he couldn't help it, so he quickly changed the subject, "His Majesty the Emperor did not agree to merge Longxuxi River and Tiefu River into one river, and then divide them all into He Po, instead, was divided into two and promoted separately. At the same time, Song Yuzhang, who 'died of illness' here, was promoted to the desolate mountain god without any warning. He also ordered someone to secretly build a golden head and send it to Longquan. The county seat. In this way, the emperor's younger brother Song Changjing and the person next to him were beaten fifty times each."

Old Man Yang looked at the undulating mountains and peaks to the west and asked, "You Cui Han, Grand Master Cui also need to figure out the emperor's heart like this?

The young man was stunned and sighed, "Firstly, after being in a cage for a long time, the horse is thin and hairy, and the man is poor and has short ambitions. Then there is the Emperor, who has lofty ambitions, likes conspiracy, and is upright. He is really something that no one can look down upon. In other words, In other dynasties, Song Changjing usurped the throne long ago, and as for that girl, she might have already tasted the taste of an empress."

"Xiaogui Xiao, there is one thing in Dongbaopingzhou that is not found in other continents, that is, in the well-documented official history, there has never been an empress who ruled the world. I don't know how many women are ready to take the throne. I think I would be willing to seize this opportunity to be famous for eternity, even if it means being infamous for eternity."

"I just don't know if Da Li can survive this hurdle. Even if he does, I don't know how many years he will be set back."

"But, I am the only one in the world who knows what A Liang wants to do and can guess what he will do."

At the end of the sentence, the young man suddenly became full of energy.

Old Man Yang asked: "Cui Zhang in the capital doesn't know either?"

The young man sighed and said with a complicated expression, "I probably don't know that anymore."

The young man rubbed his cheek vigorously, "The Chen family of Longwei County suddenly opened a school here and taught all the young children in Longquan County free of charge. They hired three gentlemen with huge sums of money, all of whom were famous Confucian scholars in Dongzhou County. It's Qingke, a guest who has a sworn relationship with the Chen family. Is there any instruction from the Yingyin Chen family? Is it because they, a Confucian cultural lineage, have a conspiracy in Aquarius Continent?"

Old Man Yang chuckled and said: "I know the cause and effect, but if I don't tell you, you will pack up and get out of here soon. I can talk to you so much, I am very kind and righteous."

The young Cui Han was not angry this time, "It's good to go."

After the young man stood up, his face suddenly changed, he stamped his feet angrily, and cursed angrily: "What a fart! Let's just forget about bringing two big troublesome trolls, I can't bear it! But you want me to be that kid's disciple? What's going on?! Old man, what do you think?! Have you lost your realm, your status, or your knowledge?! If you dare to stand in front of me now, I promise to scold you this time. You are so bloody, shameless old man, do you know that you are acting like a rogue? You should have some conscience and some sense of truth..."

Old Man Yang stretched out his thumb and said, "Young man is chivalrous and heroic."

The young man suddenly stopped cursing and asked in a low voice: "I didn't mention him by name. The old man once had extraordinary abilities, but that was how many years ago he was, and now he only has so little left. , you can’t still hear my words, right?”

Old Man Yang stood up and put away his cigarette rod, patted his butt and prepared to leave, "That's not possible. After all, you were his first disciple, so there may be an exception."

The young Cui Han laughed dryly and comforted himself: "It's impossible, it's impossible."

At this moment, the most common Confucian elementary school books appeared in front of the young man out of thin air one after another. No one turned them, but they slowly opened the first page on their own.

The boy with the cinnabar between his brows was as dumbfounded as if he were mourning his heir.

Old Yang walked away, "Oh, someone wants to study again."

The young man straightened his clothes with dull eyes, straightened his waist, and began to recite loudly and heartbreakingly: "The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars..."

The young man suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the old man's back, "Your uncle! Did you deliberately leak the secret and pass my words to the old man?! Old bastard, I am not such a bully as you. I was just telling you off." It’s just your identity, do you have to hold grudges like this..."

The young man's palm shook for no reason, and he shivered in pain, as if a strict school teacher was standing aside, beating the naughty students with rules and rulers.

The young man continued to roar: "What people call Haoran is so powerful that it can block the sky. The imperial road should be clear and barbaric, and Hanhe Tu Mingting should be..."

At the door of the Pillow Inn in Hongzhu Town, the postman was slandering a poor old gentleman. He probably felt that he couldn't fight with such a bad old man. In the end, he cursed and told the old man the answer, saying that those people left by boat during the day. It goes south along the Xiuhua River.

When the postman saw the old man turning and leaving, he spat on the ground. Later, he remembered that it was at the door of his own post station, and he wiped it off with his toe angrily.

Ever since those children came to Pillow Post, strange things have happened one after another. In the end, the kind-hearted Master Yi Cheng lost his official status. They are really a bunch of bad guys.

The old man carrying his luggage was walking on the street. After thinking about it carefully, he decided to give up temporarily.

The old man quietly stretched out his hand, grasped a jade hairpin, and put it back into his sleeve.

Those children went south to the Sui Dynasty, while the old scholars went to the west.

The road faces the sky, and everyone walks half way.

Whether different paths lead to the same destination, I don’t know, it’s hard to say.

But the road under your feet must be walked step by step by yourself.

On a large ship, because there was an eyesore white donkey, Chen Ping'an and the other four could only stand at the bow of the ship and were not allowed to sit comfortably in the cabin.

Fortunately, the four of them have long been accustomed to the hard life of living in the open air. Li Huai was just a little angry at the boat owner for looking down on others, but he soon smiled and asked Lin Shou to lead the donkey. He climbed on the donkey's back, took the boat and rode on it. The donkey made Li Huai smile from ear to ear.

Passengers on the nearby ship looked at these teenagers and children with idiotic expressions.

Lin Shou held the reins, and the river breeze came slowly, gently blowing the young man's hair at the temples. The young man touched his heart, where there was a yellow paper talisman and the "Langlang Book on the Cloud".

Chen Pingan squatted aside and was skillfully chopping green bamboo with a hatchet. He had promised to make two small book boxes for Lin Shouyi and Li Huai.

The little girl in the red cotton-padded jacket, who was squatting and unwilling to take off the emerald green bookcase, suddenly said in surprise: "Uncle, the hairpin on your head is missing! It was obviously still there before you got on the boat."

Chen Pingan was stunned, touched the bun on his head, and was a little confused. However, during this period of time, the young man was used to all kinds of accidents. Although he felt very disappointed, he still smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I remember those eight words, and I will do it for myself in the future." One stick, engraved with the same words."

Li Baoping nodded.

The old scholar walking on the streets of Hongzhu Town smiled knowingly and whispered: "Good."