During the spring equinox, there are occasional thunderstorms.

Youchuan and the two came to a big river, the river is turbulent and rolling, there are often demon winds on the river, there seems to be a huge formation here, Youchuan does not dare to cross the sky, only to see if there is a bridge or something like that.

Youchuan saw that there seemed to be signs of people in the lower reaches of the river, and ran downstream, only to see an old man drying fishing nets by the river.

Youchuan stepped forward happily and asked, "Old man, what kind of river is this river, it's so big, is there a bridge near here?"

The old man seemed to be a little old, with gray hair and bamboo-like arms, and Yukawa doubted that he would be able to pull the fishing net.

After waiting for a while, the old man was surprised to realize that there was someone on the side, first startled, and then said slowly: "You are human?"

Youchuan, Xian'er was speechless for a while.

"We're human, are we're still monsters?" Yukawa pinched his handsome face and made it look like I was human.

The old man looked at the two of them carefully, and the old man's voice slowly came out: "Eh, don't blame me, I haven't seen a few living people here in most of my life, this river, it's called Tongtian River, I don't know how long, as for the bridge, there is none." ”

"There were people living here at first, but then there was a dragon lord in this river, and they all moved away, who dares to build a bridge on the dragon lord, the old man, I am too lazy to move away, this dragon lord may see that I have no meat, and he also spared my life" The old man said to himself like a storyteller, and he didn't care if Youchuan and the two listened to it.

Fifty years, say and listen to the mountain ghosts.

"In fact, the dragon lord is also quite merciful, he has not hurt anyone's life, and it seems that he intends to block people from going towards the fog over there. The old man pointed to the south where the Youchuan were going, and the fog was filled.

There are thousands of rivers and mountains behind him, and the white fog in front of him is boundless.

Youchuan raised his eyes, I don't know when a black spot appeared in the turbulent river, the black spot seemed to be slowly moving towards Youchuan and others, fixed eyes, it was a small boat, there seemed to be a green-shirted scribe on the boat, the boat seemed so vulnerable in the surging waves, but it was shaking but did not fall into the river.

Moo~Moo~~

There seems to be a deafening sound of the dragon, hundreds of meters of waves rolled up in the river, and a monster with a bull's head and a snake body slowly poked its head out in the waves, wanting to see who dared to set up a boat on the head of the dragon king.

Yukawa was so shocked by the sight in front of him that he couldn't speak: "This... What is this?"

"This is the Tianjiang Bull Python, its strength is not bad," Xian'er sighed as she looked at the dragon's descendants. Seeing this, the old man hurriedly prostrated on the ground, kept kneeling and worshipping, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Dragon, Lord Dragon!"

That day, the body size of the river bull python was very huge, and what was even more terrifying was that it actually said: "Human, why do you want to provoke me?"

The little boat of the green-shirted scribe stood still in the middle of the river, regardless of the strong wind and waves, and said in a deep voice: "Little Jiaolong, dare to call himself the dragon king?"

Then the fragile bamboo pole in the hand of the green-shirted scribe probed to the bottom of the river, and the huge body of the Tianjiang bull python was lifted into the air, a hundred meters long, terrifying.

The green-shirted scribe stood steadily on the boat and said in a deep voice: "Your cultivation is not easy, and you have never harmed anyone, you will be saved today, and you will definitely benefit the world in the future!"

The Tianjiang Bull Python fell into the river, but it did not splash the waves, presumably intentionally controlled, and the chaotic voice replied: "Thank you for the Confucian Sage!" and then disappeared into the river.

Youchuan was stunned on the side, he naturally couldn't see through the mystery in this realm, which trick was a thousand pounds in the future, and Youchuan would know how domineering it was, and he couldn't learn it.

The green-shirted scribe slowly rowed the boat towards the shore, looking a little struggling, and it was very different from the momentum of the magic power just now.

The green-shirted scribe shook the bamboo pole and shouted loudly at Youchuan: "You can't go, you guys"

Only then did Youchuan react from his sluggishness, and walked straight to the seemingly crumbling boat, got on the boat, looked at the green-shirted scribe and praised: "Uncle, you are also overbearing in this life."

The green-shirted scribe didn't look back and laughed: "Little brother said that he was laughing, he couldn't get on the stage, he couldn't get on the stage." ”

"Why do you want to help us?" Xian'er looked at the green-shirted scribe, and felt that he was extraordinary, with a scholarly and righteous aura on his body, he must be a scholar.

"I have some chance with this little brother, some cause and effect, I will pay back half of it today, and I will make up for it in the future" The green-shirted scribe laughed wildly, and the boat reached the opposite shore in an instant.

"I'll be waiting for you at the Wind and Frost Academy, little brother!" the green-shirted scribe left with just one sentence and left.

The dragon king barricades the river with a boat, and a section of the river is a sword.

"Hey, it seems that your popularity is not bad, and someone has paved the way for you. Xian'er looked meaningfully at the departing green-shirted scribe, although she could also kill the dragon, but after all, she would be seen by some eyes, and someone would naturally be extremely happy to help.

"I don't know him" Youchuan said that he was very innocent, and he didn't know this person with great powers, but he seemed to have heard of it in the Wind and Frost Academy, and he didn't seem to have heard of it.

Three rivers and twelve peaks, now that one river and one peak have been crossed, the rest of the road has to be walked by oneself, wherever the demonic aura is permeated with the strength of Youchuan, it is impossible to resist the sword.

Soon, night fell, the night was very cold, Youchuan set up a small fire and entered the sword spirit realm to cultivate, Xian'er was afraid that Youchuan's realm would be slow, but whenever Youchuan's physical body was improved, it would be filled with sword qi, which made Youchuan's cultivation as easy as eating and drinking tea, presumably it should not be a person from this world, so he would not abide by this law of cultivation.

Youchuan recently realized a new swordsmanship named 'Jian Yi', which is probably a fake style of real yuan, and the power is also quite terrifying.

In the afternoon, seeing that the green-shirted scribe had a little epiphany, he unconsciously compared, and Xian'er sat aside and discussed with other sword spirits about mundane things that had been discussed for tens of thousands of years.

Xian'er looked at Youchuan's clumsy figure and couldn't bear to look directly at it, and said: "Youchuan, you should go with the sword, carry the sword with your body, the sword and the body, the body and the qi, the qi and the god, and the mind and spirit, so that you can turn everything in the world into a sword, do you understand?"

"Well, I don't understand, but I understand a little. Yukawa replied ambivalently.

"Well, let's practice" Xian'er no longer said much, and others can only lead the way of the sword, and how to achieve it depends on personal understanding.

Youchuan kept practicing, teasing, pointing, intercepting, or stabbing.

Between a sword, I saw the breeze but not the sword, and in the midst of all changes, I saw the sword light and no one.

Youchuan's swordsmanship has been somewhat close to being natural, and the art of sword control has also improved, and the Moon Chakra has also been improved by the sword realm.

Sweating profusely, Youchuan exclaimed: "Happy!"

Subsequently, meditating on the spot and pranayama, with the continuous replenishment of spiritual power from the sword spirit realm, Youchuan's energy was endless, Xian'er and the others had already fallen asleep, and Youchuan was also drowsy, making a disturbing snoring sound.

In his sleep, Youchuan saw the sword that didn't look like a sword again, the whole black sword body was no longer so unpretentious, exuding a black halo, as if it was calling Youchuan, Youchuan stretched out his hand to touch, and actually touched it!

Youchuan shouted and touched again, this time he really felt the existence of this sword, the sword body was very cold and cold, probably because the years of standing alone in the temple were too long, which made Youchuan instantly sober up and sit for a long time.

Wake up from a dream, and don't remember what happened in the dream.

"End of this chapter"