Shen Muchen: "As long as you touch the end of the sword and inject spiritual power, you can see it." ”

Su Nanxing put Xin Lingping on the table, reached out with Shen Muchen, and touched the end of the sword.

Immediately, what came to their minds was a blue wave—it was the Green Lake.

It's just that at that time, the green lake was not as blue as it is now, nor was it as quiet as it is now, it was just a small pond, and the soil on the shore was full of tall reeds, golden and lush, moving with the wind.

At that time, this place was not called Qinghu City, and there was a lake word in the middle, the name, Qingcheng.

Most of the fishermen in the city will go to the Yangjiang River outside the city to fish, where the fish and shrimp are big and bar, not at all comparable to the small and thin shrimp in the green lake. Only people like Chen Anhe and his family who can't afford to buy a fishing boat will have no choice but to go to Qinghu Lake to set nets to catch fish and shrimp, and pick up some river mussels in exchange for money to make a living.

Because there are few people who go and the fishermen are only on the shore, life in the green lake is far happier than it is now.

Chen Anhe, who comes from a poor family, is also the least popular among all the children of the same age in the neighborhood.

Chen Anhe, that is, today's Master Chen. He lost his mother when he was a child, and followed his father, who made a living from fishing, to live a hungry and full life. He was only seven or eight years old at the time.

Although everyone's relatives are fishermen, there is a world of difference between going to Qinghu or Yangjiang in the eyes of their little children.

On this day, a sharp stone suddenly hit the head of Chen Anhe, who was squatting alone in the woods and playing with mud, leaving a red mark on his forehead.

Chen Anhe ushered in that group of unfamiliar guests again, who felt that he was not even as good as mud.

"Get out of here, little bitch!"

"Phew!"

"You don't deserve the mud here!"

"Even you, dare to come to our territory!"

"That's it, just like your poor sour dad doesn't deserve to go to Yangjiang!"

"Haha..."

"Hahahaha..."

A group of half-grown children pointed at Chen Anhe, and finally laughed.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Anhe, who was squatting on the ground and didn't dare to make a sound, was kicked hard.

"What a scholarly door, I'm sorry, a smell of rotten sauerkraut, I'm afraid I did something unsightly and didn't fall back then, hahahaha!"

Hearing this, Chen Anhe stood up suddenly, lifted up the stone that had hit him earlier, and slapped it in the face of the young man who spoke.

Although Chen Anhe has been thin and weak since he was a child, and he has been bullied, he has been fishing all day long, with calluses on his hands, but he still has nothing to do, pretending to be tall and elegant, holding a broken book that he doesn't know how many hands he has read, reading and reading, and the fisherman's father, who has been educated by him all day long, is naturally the most disobedient to others.

It's okay to be poor, but our background is better than those people!

Thinking of being instilled by his father since he was a child to the present high spirit, Chen Anhe's belly of fire was finally lit, and he came up as soon as he could, and all of them were scattered towards the child who said the wrong thing.

Before the child realized what was happening, he was smashed by the bloodstained stone in Chen Anhe's hand. There was suddenly a small cut on his face, and a touch of bright red blood appeared.

The boy reached out and touched it, and sat on the ground in fright.

Chen Anhe was also frightened, he knew what the impulse just now had ushered him in.

The trembling Chen Anhe hurriedly threw down the stone in his palm, and when the children were all gathered around to see the wounds of the children who were hit by him and did not react, he turned around and ran towards Qinghu quickly.

His heart was beating fast, and he knew that these children were not something he could provoke, and even his father, who was also unpopular, would be implicated by it.

Chen Anhe's father was incompetent and not a piece of reading material, but he complained every day, and even complained that his son was not angry, and he couldn't regain the scholarly lintel, and he started beating and scolding at every turn.

This time, after returning home, he will definitely avoid a few beatings.

Chen Anhe, who was running wildly, became more uncomfortable the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and as soon as his eyes rolled, the tears the size of beans fell down.

Before he knew it, it was already dark, but Chen Anhe still didn't stop, he kept running, kept running, and finally ran through the woods and ran to the bank of the Qinghe River.

Chen Jiahe, who had nowhere to complain about his grievances, raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, and wiped the blood oozing from his forehead. he

Looking up at the dark sky, he continued to run forward, the cold river soaking his shoes, calves, thighs...

That night, there was not a single star in the sky, except for the mutilated moon, which hung alone in the sky.

It's so helpless, so hopeless.

Like, he's.

Eventually, the river overflowed the sky, over his eyes, on his forehead...

The biting river water and the suffocating sense of oppression made Chen Anhe completely sober up.

He began to struggle and shout upwards, but who would come?

Just when he was already gradually blurring his consciousness and slowly sinking to the bottom of the river, a pair of warm hands suddenly touched Chen Anhe's shoulders.

A girl in a pink jacket and skirt pulled Chen Anhe's shoulders, crossed out of the water, and slowly fell to the shore.

The girl gently stroked her white palm on Chen Anhe's forehead and waited quietly.

"Ahem"

Little Chen Anhe opened his eyes violently in the girl's arms. His eyes were shining with tears, staring at the face in front of him, which looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, soft and a little apprehensive.

"Are you a monster, how did you come from the bottom of the river?" Chen Anhe said, holding his little heart.

The girl was a little sad and said, "Are you afraid of me?"

The girl hurriedly continued: "I, I won't hurt you." ”

Chen Anhe looked at the girl who was stammering in front of him, smiled, and said, "You saved me, didn't you?"

On that night, in the reeds on the shore of Qinghu Lake, a man and a demon made a vow to the bright moon that he could not keep - he would never tell the identity of the girl.

He, when he grows up, will promise to marry her.

It turned out that this girl, named Yanzhu, was a river mussel in this green lake, who practiced for thousands of years and finally turned into a human form.

Just a year ago, Yeon-joo, who was at a critical juncture in her cultivation, was caught by a fisherman at night.

Yanzhu, who has practiced for thousands of years, is naturally much larger than ordinary river mussels, and now, it is the critical time to transform into shape, but it has fallen into the hands of fishermen.

Then wouldn't she be opened for pearls!

But what I never expected was that Yeon-joo, who was on the verge of disaster, was actually released back into Qinghu.

Fisherman: "Looks like you're about to become a good cultivator." Now, I have saved your life, and I ask you to bless us and my son in the future. ”

And this fisherman is Chen Anhe's father.

Since then, Yanzhu, who has passed the cultivation level, finally turned into a human form, and in order to repay her kindness, she often secretly guards Chen Anhe, which is why she saved his life.