There were several people in the room, and their reactions were different.

The old village chief glanced at his son, then got up and walked towards Xie Baoshu. Li Zehou glanced at his sister, then walked out of the house and dealt with the people outside the door. The old village chief pulled Xie Baoshu into the house and said, "Master Immortal, don't be like them, let's go through the back door." ”

Xie Baoshu frowned, he beckoned, and Xiaoba jumped into his arms.

At this time, the people outside pushed Li Zehou away and broke in. It was the old woman who was the leader, it seemed that her status in the village was not low, she pointed to the village chief and scolded: "Look at the good things your son has done, Lao Wu Tou went out to fish today, and he hasn't come back yet." ”

The old village chief looked at the crowd behind him, including Lao Wutou's son and daughter-in-law, and a few years old grandson, who was silent and didn't know what to say.

Li Zehou was afraid that they would hurt his sister, so he held his sister tightly in his arms. And the villagers on the side, under the leadership of the old woman, saw Xie Baoshu and seemed to want to do something to him.

The old woman pointed to Xie Baoshu and said, "Lord Mountain God entrusted me with a dream, grabbed this kid and threw him into the river." In the future, I will bless the Yangtze River near my fishing village, the wind and waves will be calm, smooth sailing, and there will definitely be no more floods. ”

When the villagers heard this, they rubbed shoulders.

Xie Baoshu smiled, he pushed away the old village chief, walked in front of the old woman, and said with a smile: "Why, a monster who has died thoroughly can also give you dreams? Oh, it doesn't matter if the monster gives you a dream or not. As long as you say yes, then the villagers will believe it. As long as there is that bullshit mountain god, the people in the village will serve you delicious food and drink, even if they don't have anything to eat. I don't know how many people like you are in the world, are they called gods?"

The old woman laughed angrily and shouted to the people behind her, "What are you waiting for? ”

Xie Baoshu took two steps forward, slapped the old woman in the face, he looked at the villagers, and said with a smile: "You still want to arrest me? This morning, weren't there two men who saw me stabbing that bullshit mountain god to death? Do you think you are more powerful than the giant python that is more than ten meters long?"

Suddenly, there were whispers from the crowd. Obviously, the two men who fled back in the morning had already told the villagers what they had seen.

For a while, no one dared to step forward.

The old woman covered her face and looked at Xie Baoshu who was smiling, and she didn't dare to speak for a while.

On weekdays, she is alone, so there is no way to make a living. can only rely on the excuse of the mountain god to eat in the village, and the small life is okay. As for who sends her daughter, what does it have to do with her? As long as she is doing well.

Who knows where a bullshit immortal came out of today and actually stabbed the mountain god to death with a few swords. She is old and frail, should she not be swaggering in the future, how should she eat?

Xie Baoshu hugged Xiaoba, who was actually full at this time and slept soundly.

He looked at the old village chief's family and the villagers, and said in a loud voice: "You have your troubles, and I also have mine, looking at a little girl, just dying in front of me." To tell you the truth, I am the immortal in Li Zehou's mouth, and I left the Peach Blossom Land this time to sharpen my heart. If you don't believe it, you can come up and try it, whether you are more durable, or the mountain god has thick skin. ”

The villagers still dared to move, and some of them sobbed slowly, as if they were worried about the days ahead.

Xie Baoshu's words are actually a lie, where is he an immortal. But if he didn't say that, if those villagers really did do it, it would be another disaster. He pushed away the crowd and said softly: "In this Canglan River, there is the god of river blasphemy, if you are sincere, build an ancestral hall for the god of river blasphemy, he will definitely bless you." ”

Li Zehou asked, "What the immortal master said, but is it true?"

Xie Baoshu nodded and said, "You can try, I still have something to do, and there will be a period later." He took one last look at Li Zehou's sister and saw that the little girl was smiling at him, and he returned the favor. Holding Hachi, carrying his luggage, he left the village.

Leaving all the way, the villagers followed behind, some crying, some were gearing up to repair the ancestral hall for the river god, and some proposed to move. Life is different.

Xie Baoshu left the fishing village and came to the Canglan River, where the waves were really turbulent, and the Taoyuan Wonderland was completely different. He frowned, put the package on the ground, and began to practice the Black Dragon Demon Record. The fists and palms intersected, Xie Baoshu exhaled and inhaled, all of them were the aura of heaven and earth.

After a long, long time, he stopped, and found that all he had done was useless. Xiao Ba was on the side at this time, yawning in every possible way, and he looked at Xie Baoshu boxing, and his eyes were very disdainful.

Xie Baoshu sat on the gravel by the river, silent. He originally wanted to use the kung fu of cultivating the rugged Longmen Record to attract the god of river blasphemy in the Canglan River.

However, it seems that my self-cultivation is too low.

It's not that people ignore it, it's that he didn't find out in the first place. For example, if an ant dances in front of Xie Baoshu, he won't pay too much attention.

Thinking of this, he untied the Qingyun Chaotian Sword behind his back and walked gently to the riverside. The sound of the waves here is still the same, which makes people feel refreshed. He bent down, like washing clothes, put the Qingyun Sword into the river water, and wiped it gently.

The red python was stabbed to death today, and there was no blood on the sword. Xie Baoshu was clean, but he still wanted to put this sword in the river water to wash it. For a long time, there was no change in the surface of the river, Xie Baoshu shook the Qingyun Sword vigorously, then put it away, and prepared to dry.

In his spare time, he prepares to wash his face by the way.

What he didn't know was that in the washing of the river just now, there was a trace of sword qi in the washing of the river, which poured into the river and sank to the dark bottom of the river. This trace of sword qi was completely unaffected by the river, and sank to the bottom of the river by itself, until a palace.

This riverside palace is not big or luxurious, but it is very real. The surrounding walls are made of jasper and jade, and there is a glimmer of light at the bottom of this dark palace. The trace of sword qi gently collided on the jade stone wall, and the jade palace suddenly shook.

There is a plaque on the jade palace that reads the word "Canglan".

When the palace was shaking, a young woman suddenly appeared outside the palace, and in her left hand, there was a booklet, which was the same as Xie Baoshu's "Miscellaneous Conversations under the Mountain". She didn't put away the book, but stretched out her white right hand and gently pinched the trace of sword qi.

Who knew that this sword qi seemed to be unconvinced, and it was scurrying around in her hands. With a slight effort, this sword qi dissipated in the river. It's just that between the woman's fingers, there is also a trace of burns. And her eyes moved slightly, and the river around her gently flowed through her fingertips, and the scar was restored to its original state.

The young woman frowned and said, "Where did you come from to be so rude?"

She looked at her palace, and some of the jade and jade had been shattered. Although with her cultivation, she can restore this place to its original state, but it will take a lot of time. She wanted to meet the unknown sword cultivator, and if she did it on purpose, she would definitely have to reason with him.

Even if the other party is the most difficult sword cultivator to mess with.

As the god of Jiang Blasphemy in the Canglan River, she must have no reason to be afraid.

On the bank of the river, Xie Baoshu washed his face, he looked at the Qingyun Chaotian Sword on the side, and felt that it must take a long time to dry, he decided to wash it again!

The voice of this life is somewhat good, even better than that of the Immortal Master Mo of the Star Palace.

As soon as Xie Baoshu looked up, he saw a female fairy, dressed in a blue emerald smoke shirt, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and water mist and green grass, wearing a light blue emerald water thin smoke veil, her shoulders were slashed into a waist, and her muscles were like condensation. Fold the waist to micro-step, showing the wrist in the light yarn.

The eyes are full of spring water and clear waves, and a hollow golden hairpin is obliquely inserted in the bun on the head, decorated with a little purple jade, and the tassel is sprinkled on the green silk. And on the blue clothes, there are lotus flowers. In the woman's hand, there is also a lotus flower.

Xie Baoshu was stunned for a moment.

This goddess immortal frowned, with her cultivation, she naturally saw that Xie Baoshu's cultivation had not yet reached the realm of bone exchange.

With such a weak cultivation, she could actually make her palace shake up?She looked around and felt that things might not be so simple. In this Wuling County, there is more than one person who covets her position as the god of Jiang Blasphemy.

If she hadn't been careful, this son would have been snatched away. For so many years, she has lived alone at the bottom of the dark river, living so many thoughts, not even a maidservant, what she is afraid of is accidents.

In the book "Miscellaneous Conversations under the Mountain" that she put away, there was a sentence that she thought was well written.

There are thousands of avenues, and the first one to save your life.

She came back to her senses, looked at the young man in front of her, and saw his shocked eyes, she was a little amused, she really thought too much. The young man's cultivation is very low, but the level of the sword in his hand is not low, at least it is also the level of the Sword Immortal Sabre. She asked, "What are you doing?"

The voice is ethereal, yet calm. At the feet of this god of blasphemy in the Canglan River, the originally turbulent water surface became calm, and there was no trace of waves in sight. It seems that those rivers dare not disturb the lord of the great river.

Xie Baoshu stammered and replied, "I, I, I'm washing the sword." ”

The name of the water god of the Canglan River is Shen He, and she is not in a good mood today, after all, there are always a few days every month. That's why she was in the palace and read the book "Miscellaneous Talks Under the Mountain" to pass the time. If it was usually at this time, she would patrol all over the Canglan River to see if there were any monsters making waves.

But looking at the young man in front of her, she actually wanted to laugh. Which sword immortal on the mountain have you ever seen who can wash his sword in this river? What's more, this young man has not yet changed his bones, and although his foundation is very stable, he obviously does not know how to break the mirror, and he must not be taught by his elders. This kind of fool has just gone out to walk the world, but fortunately, the first one he met was her Shen He.

If it was a different person, maybe even someone with a sword would have been deceived.