When Chen Jing fell into the river, his heart relaxed, and his short life experience flowed quietly like moonlight on the windowsill.

For as long as he can remember, he has followed an old swordsman around. He clearly remembered that he had not yet reached the height of a sword when he owned it. Then he settled down in Baling City and met many people, but the old swordsman was gone... Then he killed people, ran for his life, and was taken into Qianluo Mountain, which was dazzling for three years...... In the end, it turned into Li Muxian's lifeless punch...

His eyes slowly closed, and he only felt that he was so tired that he wanted to sleep well, and he knew in his heart that he might never wake up again. I want to struggle, but I can't do it. The moment his eyes closed, he thought, "Am I going to die now?" It turned out that he was still going to die, and it felt very comfortable to die......"

The river waves are surging, the endless mud and sand, the reincarnation is running, and the human chaos is endless.

The river, called Jing River, starts from the Kunlun Mountains and winds all the way to the sea.

Among them, there is a section of embroidered spring bend, and the water potential is gentle.

There are fishing boats shuttling back and forth in the river, most of them from the village in front of the river.

Yan Luoniang sat at the stern of the boat and caught the fish in the net into the fish basket, and suddenly heard her father laughing happily.

"Huh...... There's a big guy in the net. "

Father Yan said happily with the fishing net in his hand, Yan Luoniang looked at his father pulling the net with some difficulty, and hurriedly went over to help. Father Yan didn't let her, just let her set the boat. She didn't go back, but disobediently helped pull the net, and Daddy Yan didn't say anything more.

"Haha, that's a big guy... Catch a big fish just in time for your wedding gift..."

Father Yan's face smiled at the river breeze for a long time, Yan Luoniang was a little shy in her heart, but she was not as shy as other women to escape.

But before the words fell, Daddy Yan's movements suddenly stopped, because what was caught in the fishing net was not an imaginary big fish, but a person, to be exact, a person who did not know whether to live or die.

Father Yan was just stunned, then quickly pulled the people in the net up, and hurriedly shouted to the surrounding fishermen to come over.

Yan Luoniang was a little scared in her heart, but her eyes looked at this person who was picked up by her father without blinking, seeing that his face was not a few years older than herself, with scars on his body, he was still holding a sword in his hand, and his clothes were already rotten.

"Who could he be?"

Soon, all the fishermen on the river gathered around, and when they saw a dead man, one of them said, "You must report to the police immediately." "

"What's the use of reporting to the official, maybe you will cause official trouble for nothing."

"Then it's better to throw it back into the river, and treat it as if you didn't catch it."

"This can't be done, although this man is not breathing, but it does not look like death, if he is not dead, we will not kill people if we throw it back into the river."

No one will say to take it home, and no one will want to ask a doctor to come and see it, and they are afraid that it will fall on their heads. The last one was asked to be handled by Daddy Yan himself, and they dispersed.

Father Yan looked at this person lying on the boat and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and secretly said bad luck in his heart. When he looked around, he saw the river temple on the side of the embankment, and immediately rocked the boat to the shore.

Coming to the embankment in front of the river temple, Yan Luoniang wanted to help her father carry it together, but was stopped, and Father Yan said that people who were going to marry should not be exposed to such bad things.

When Father Yan carried the person in the net into the river temple, he immediately shouted to Yan Luoniang to go, for fear of causing trouble, but Yan Luoniang did not leave immediately, she looked at it with some fear and curiosity, this person's body was soaked in white, but his hand was still holding a sword, which looked very sharp.

She squatted on the ground and secretly pulled the sword in the man's hand, feeling that the other party was holding extremely tightly, and suddenly felt that the other party was about to come back to life, and immediately turned around and ran out of the river temple.

The river temple is dilapidated, there are bead nets everywhere, the statue of the river god is only half of its body, the ground is covered with dust, and in the center lies a person, no breath, no heartbeat.

Three days passed, and he did not wake up, and at the beginning there would be people every once in a while to come to see him, and there was an endless stream of people, and people in several villages near him knew that there was a person who was picked up from the river, but he was not alive.

This phenomenon is quite bizarre, for a time there are all kinds of speculation, some people say that this is the river monster cultivated into a human form and suffered a catastrophe, and some people say that the heavenly immortals violated the rules of heaven and were beaten into the mortal world. Some people also say that the river god died in this river fifty years ago, and it has not rotted yet.

The more time passed, the more strange the man lying in the river temple became, at least no one would think that he was an ordinary person.

Finally, seven days later, he woke up.

When Yan Luoniang saw him in a late night, when he stood in front of the river temple and looked into the distance, the sunset shone on the river, reflecting the red river waves, and at the same time stretched his shadow extremely long, the river wind blew, his rags were almost not covered, but Yan Luoniang did not feel that he was sloppy, but felt a dusty breath.

No one asked him why he fell into the river, no one asked him his name, and the children were told not to go near the river temple. But how could those children control their curiosity, for several days, the children in Heqian Village surrounded and watched from afar.

But he just stood in front of the river temple at dusk every day and looked into the distance, and the rest of the time he was seen sitting on the ground in the river temple, wiping his sword with his hand.

Yan Luoniang couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and after observing him for a few days, she found that he was not in any danger, so she avoided her father, came to the gate of the River Temple, and asked the people inside the words that she had been holding in her heart: "Are you a monk in the mountain?" "

Behind her was a group of children, all of whom looked with curiosity at the people who had been drowning in the water for an unknown amount of time, but had slept for seven days before waking up.

"Hmm."

"On which mountain do you practice?"

He was silent and did not answer.

"What's your name?"

"Chen Jing."

She found him to speak very briefly, but not coldly. In his heart, he was no longer so afraid, and began to ask again: "I heard that cultivators can take off and ride the fog, will you?" "

"I won't."

"Then you're going to sprinkle beans into a spell, right?"

"No, it won't."

"How's the wind and the rain?"

Chen Jing shook his head, holding his sword in both hands, and his posture did not change at all.

Yan Luoniang's eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and suddenly said, "I know, you are a sword immortal." "

This time, Chen Jing didn't shake his head, but he didn't answer yes either.

This was the first time Chen Jing said after waking up from the line of life and death, he had been following an old swordsman around for as long as he could remember, and settled in Baling City at the age of fifteen, and it didn't take long for the old swordsman to leave.

He wanted to say that he was a monk of Qianluo Mountain just now, but at this time, the Qianluo Gate in Qianluo Mountain was only afraid that it had become a ruin, and he was afraid that it would cause trouble if he said it, so he didn't say it.

He didn't expect that he would survive, he was already shocked before falling into the river, and then punched that Li Muxian, injuring his internal organs.

As soon as his injuries healed and the sword regained his spirit, he had to leave here. He didn't know how far it was from Qianluo Mountain, but he had to go back to Qianluo Mountain to see it.

The next day, Yan Luoniang took a group of children to the river temple, always curious to ask some strange questions, through conversation, Chen Jing knew that this is the suburbs of Baling City, Junling Town, Heqian Village, this is called Jing River, this section of the river is Xiuchun Bay.

For a few days, Chen Jing resumed his meditation wholeheartedly. He said that his wounds were not fatal, otherwise he would not have survived in the river.

The children felt that Chen Jing didn't seem to be terrible, and they all asked questions one by one, asking some legendary things, and finally one of the children said that they would also learn the Tao and cultivate immortals with him, and immediately one by one they rushed to learn spells with Chen Jing, he just shook his head and said: "I haven't even touched the gate of immortality myself, how can I teach others." "

As the sun set and the sky grew dark, the children went home, and peace returned to the temple of the river god.

The moon is rising, the river surface is sparkling and scaly, and between the waves, the flowers are broken into the moon.

Chen Jing walked out of the river temple, looking at this quiet and peaceful picture, his heart seemed to move with the waves, extending far away. I don't know why I suddenly thought that I was still very young, and with the old swordsman wandering around, I once came to a river, but the river seemed to be red, blood red, and now I thought about it, but I felt that I was too young to see clearly, and the red in the river must be reflected by the red flowers blooming on both sides of the river.

"It's also a great place to meditate." Chen Jing thought to himself.

He is now wearing a coarse linen robe brought by Yan Luoniang, which is slightly wide on him, but he still has a sense of detachment.

The moon in the sky is not round, but the moonlight is very good, there are no clouds, and the river is especially beautiful, and in the moonlight, the river surface is foggy at some point.

The mist shrouded the surface of the river, and a huge fish suddenly appeared on the surface of the river, the fish was as big as a fishing boat, and there were golden scales on its forehead that glittered in the moonlight, and it swallowed the mist, and in the mist, there was a red inner dan that pulled the power of the moon.

Chen Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't expect that there would be carp here. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the carp spirit also discovered him, swallowed back the Neidan in an instant, and shouted angrily: "Where did the wild Dao people come from, they dared to peep into the immortal method of this god." "

The sound fell, and a huge wave was set off, and when it reappeared, it was already in the waters not far below the river temple.

Chen Jing stood still, although it was the first time he saw a demon cultivation with spiritual wisdom, he was not afraid at all, although the beasts had opened the spiritual wisdom cultivation, they did not have a great avenue method, they just instinctively swallowed their vitality, especially they were not proficient in spells, even if their magic power was profound, they could not exert all of them.

immediately smiled and said, "Hehe, what kind of immortal method are you, it's just a superficial method of swallowing the vitality of heaven and earth." "

"This god can swallow clouds and spit out fog and make waves, how can you, a little Taoist, know." The carp spirit in the river has gold in its eyes, shining in the moonlight.

"Swallowing clouds and spitting fog? Hehe, what you swallow is just the water vapor on the surface of the river, and what you vomit is just demonic energy, and you dare to say that swallowing clouds and spitting fog and making waves is just the ordinary ability of the spirits in the water, and what is commendable. Chen Jing still said lightly, standing quietly in the moonlight, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and it seemed to be able to swallow the power of the moon in the moonlight.