The fog on the river finally dissipated on the day.

A flat boat crosses the river.

ripples in the blue water, and occasionally fish emerge from the water; The sky is full of white clouds, and sometimes birds fly over the clouds.

"It's a great day."

Xia Zhicicada lay on his back on the flat boat, looking at the constantly changing clouds in the sky, sketching countless forms on the azure canvas sky.

"I haven't seen the sun in three hundred years, and I'm about to grow green moss......"

At the end of the boat, there stood a black-clothed fisherman, holding an emerald green penny in his hand. He looked up at the white sun in the sky with some sighs:

"Yan Chixia once told me that it would be three hundred years before someone would break the seal for me. I didn't believe it, but in the past three hundred years, I have met many spiritual officials, and they are all able to survive life and death, but they just can't solve the puzzle on the inscription. ”

The life and death level refers to the terrifying monster that Xia Zhicicada faced before. If you can resist the temptation of desire inspired by illusion, and you can fight against monsters that you can't defeat without fear of death, you are qualified to decipher the inscription.

"That monster is actually your body."

Xia Zhicicada said in one word.

"Of course, but because the Yuan Shen is suppressed, no magic magic can be used, and you can only rely on the thick skin and flesh of your body to resist your attacks."

The fisherman who was actually a big demon sighed, and the black tentacle that was extremely difficult to deal with in Xia Zhicicada's eyes was actually his tail. It's a pity that he was cut off by Yan Chixia's sword back then, and it took three hundred years to finally grow a new tail.

"You are the lowest cultivator among the spiritual officials I have seen over the years......"

When Xia Zhician heard it, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He is still just an ordinary person who has not yet started, although he is nominally a five-color spirit official, he has not cultivated the Inner Breath Immortal Method.

"But with your strength that you haven't yet started, you can survive life and death, and you can also unlock the inscription, the opportunity for this is really unclear."

As soon as the black-clothed fisherman waved the penny in his hand, the flat boat under his feet floated towards the other side of the river.

"Serendiity? I almost lost my life by chance, and then I got this piece of broken paper. ”

Xia Zhician took out a yellow talisman from the cuff of his right hand, and took advantage of the sun in the sky to repeatedly look at the patterns on it.

That yellow talisman is just a piece of yellow paper that you usually see, whether it is the orthodox Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain or the liar Taoist priest in the countryside Taoist temple, this kind of yellow paper is used.

However, the complex pattern is outlined with cinnabar, and the vigorous and powerful penmanship in the middle is written "Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Puhua Tianzun Edict", and there are faint silver-white lines on these words, and then it is depressed, and then it appears again, and then it is depressed, and it goes on and on.

"Broken paper? This thing has suppressed my Yuan Shen for three hundred years, and it was your ancestor Yan Chixia who took a piece of heavenly thunder and wrote it down with his own essence and blood. ”

The fisherman saw Xia Zhicicada take out the cinnabar yellow talisman obtained from the black obetall, and subconsciously moved his body back, showing a very jealous look on his face.

"I'll tell you, don't talk about those demons that are gathered by the resentment of your people after their deaths, even if it's a big demon like us who has cultivated for many years in the real sense, we can't do it."

As I said before, ninety percent of the demons and evils encountered by Xia Zhicicada were all unwilling to enter reincarnation for various reasons after death, and some coincidences only cultivated into demons.

And the fisherman really started cultivating from an ordinary animal, casting Neidan, turning into a human form, and then cultivating magical powers, and it took thousands of years to become a generation of demons.

"By the way, what the hell are you?"

Xia Zhician tilted his head and looked up and down at the black-clothed fisherman standing at the stern of the boat, even if he secretly opened his psychic eye, he couldn't tell what it was cultivated.

However, from the previous conversations with it, it can be inferred that it should be cultivated by an animal in the water. But I can't guess the specifics.

"This ......"

The fisherman suddenly twisted a little, he shook his head, hesitated for a long time before saying:

"I am only 1,300 years old and cultivated, and when I was 500 years old, I was chased and killed by the East China Sea Dragon Clan because I stole the Dragon Ball, so I had to flee here for refuge."

"Yellow?"

Xia Zhician turned over and sat up, he looked the black-clothed fisherman up and down again, and continued with some uncertainty:

"It's the king, the turtle and the ......"

"It's not impossible if you have to say that......"

The fisherman thought about it, his clan and those Wang Eight tortoises are close relatives, and from this point of view, Xia Zhician is not bad:

"But our clan is flowing with the blood of His Royal Highness in ancient times, so it is also half a dragon species, otherwise I wouldn't dare to steal the dragon balls."

In ancient times, the dragon gave birth to nine sons, one of which was the sage. Legend has it that it can carry three mountains and five mountains, and its strength is infinite, but its character does not like to fight. Nowadays, most of the stone steles and pillars carved under the dragon head turtle body image is the sting.

"Oh, I see."

Xia Zhician nodded, and withdrew the cinnabar yellow talisman in his hand into the cuff of his right hand. He subconsciously wanted to take out the red wine gourd from his cuff and take a sip of wine. But his left hand was empty, and then he remembered that the wine gourd had turned into a boat and sent Nan Er across the river.

By this time, the riverbank had been seen. The black-clothed fisherman then urged a flat boat under his feet and leaned to the bank of the river.

Xia Zhician jumped out of the boat, turned around and bowed to the black-clothed fisherman:

"Thank you."

In fact, the fisherman of the big demon also returned the salute, and then stood at the stern of the boat and said:

"The grace of deliverance today will be repaid by him tomorrow. You and I will say goodbye and see each other again in three years. ”

"Three years? So where are you going now? ”

Xia Zhician frowned at this accurate time, but he was more concerned about the whereabouts of this thousand-year-old demon now.

"Or go back to the East China Sea, or go to the South Seas, anyway, leave the territory of Daqi."

The fisherman touched the water with the penny in his hand, and the boat swayed and floated down the river.

"He'll see you again in the next year, take care."

In just the blink of an eye, the leaf boat completely disappeared in front of Xia Zhicicada's eyes, and he didn't know where to go.

"Three years ......"

Xia Zhicicada silently read in his mouth, and secretly pinched the spirit pattern in his sleeve robe with his right hand. He wanted to calculate what kind of thing he would encounter in three years, and he would actually need the help of a thousand-year-old demon.

After a while, Xia Zhician stopped, and rubbed his right hand on his eyebrows a few times.

Three years later, it was just as he was destined to die.

……

A roadside tavern.

The high wine guise was blown by the cold autumn wind and swayed in all directions.

Today's autumn wind is a little colder, and the pedestrians on the road have quickened their pace, thinking about the bowl of hot tea served by their wives at home.

When they walked to the front of this tavern, they were attracted by the rich aroma of wine wafting out, and couldn't help but go in and buy a pot of hot wine.

The curtain was lifted, and a young man with a knife entered. He was dressed in a neat suit, holding a long black sheath knife in both hands, and a red wine gourd hanging from his waist.

"A pot of wine and cut two catties of sauce meat."

The young swordsman sat down and placed the long knife in his hand in the corner of the table. He didn't realize it, or he didn't care, as many people in the tavern turned their eyes as he sat down.

Some people stared at the knife in his hand, while others looked at the wine gourd at his waist.

"Come, guest officer, your wine and meat."

Xiao Er, who ran the hall, came over with a pot of freshly heated wine and a plate of sauce meat. As he placed it on the table in front of the swordsman, he quietly looked at the long black knife.

The swordsman didn't care, he poured a glass of wine and watched as the steaming liquor fell into the white porcelain glass. His eyes were deep, and he took a drink from his glass.

"Ahem, ahem, ......"

He doesn't drink, but today he wants to.

The bitterness mixed with the burning sensation hit his throat, and he couldn't help coughing. His embarrassed appearance made everyone in the tavern who thought he was a powerful person laugh.

"Hahaha, little guy, I learned to drink before the hair grows."

"Go home, don't pretend to be an adult here."

There was a lot of taunting around, but there were also people who didn't speak, staring directly at the knife on the table. As a quacker who had been accustomed to seeing swords and swords for a long time, he could feel an extraordinary chill from the knife that the young swordsman had placed on the table.

It's hard to explain this feeling, but after years of wind and rain, he has escaped many deaths with this vague feeling, and he has survived until now.

So he didn't speak, not even motioning to his companions to stay quiet.

The young swordsman didn't speak, and when the bitterness and burning sensation in his throat had dissipated, he picked up a piece of sauce and put it in his mouth to munch on it.

At this time, a ruffian man came over, this person was called Liu Erbastard, and he was a well-known scoundrel and hooligan in this neighborhood. As soon as the swordsman came in, he stared at the red gourd on the swordsman's waist. The workmanship is fine, the appearance is peculiar, and it seems to be a valuable rarity.

Liu Erbastard has always been arrogant, and he would not easily provoke those knights with knives. can see the embarrassed appearance of the swordsman who can't drink and still drinks hard, he feels in his heart that this is a fledgling hairy boy who thinks he can't afford to break into the rivers and lakes.

Reaching out to pick up the red wine gourd, he said:

"Oops, isn't this the wine gourd I just lost, how did I pick it up by you kid."

When you open your mouth, you say that you lost it, which is a common method used by hooligans and scoundrels on the street to cheat people out of money. As long as you are taken by him carelessly, then don't try to get it back easily.

When his hand was close to the wine gourd, a white porcelain wine glass flew over and smashed right on Liu Erbastard's wrist. Although the wine glass is small, the force on it is very strong.

"Oops, hey......"

Liu Erbastard felt a hot pain in the wrist of his right hand, and when he opened his sleeve, he saw that there was already a large area of purple-black bruises.

"Hit someone, beat someone. Pay me for the soup and medicine, or we'll see you at the door! My brother-in-law is the head of the third class and the head of the sixth room, and I will beat you with a hundred boards in the hall......"

The swordsman didn't pay attention to that Liu Erbastard at all, he raised his hand at Xiao Eryi, who was watching the play from a distance, and said:

"Wine glasses."

Xiao Er looked surprised, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly promised while taking a new white porcelain wine glass and sending it to the swordsman's table.

"You bastard, did you hear it, what the labor-management stepped on the horse told you, did you hear it when you stepped on the horse!"

The Liu Er bastard was still jumping there and scolding the street, seeing that the other party was still indifferent, he took out a knife from his arms with a fierce look, and shouted and stabbed the knife man in the back.

The swordsman's right hand holding the wine glass didn't even move, and his left hand lifted and closed it, picking up the long black sheath knife on the table.

The scabbard flew out of the swordsman's left shoulder, and had to strike at Liu Erbastard's neck. With a click, there was a crisp sound on Liu Erbastard's neck, and he fainted directly to the ground.

"Master!"

There are quacks in the tavern, and they know at a glance that the knife master's control of speed and power has reached the extreme.

You must know that the human neck is very fragile. The swordsman was able to knock the opponent down with precision just now, but it would not hurt his life.

Syllable! The swordsman pressed the knife back down against the table with a muffled thud.

At this moment, several people in the tavern who were afraid of things hurriedly got up, paid the wine money and hurried away. The rest of the people are not ordinary people, they are all dressed as charlatans.

"Little brother is so handsome. Come, I'll toast you. ”

A bold Jianghu guest couldn't help but feel like a friend, and hurriedly raised his wine glass and said to the young swordsman:

"Do it first for respect."

Instead, the swordsman put down the wine glass in his hand, he looked at his own reflection in the wine glass, and said with a little sadness in his voice:

"I only drink with my friends."

The Jianghu guest, who was obviously dismissed, looked a little displeased, and he slammed the wine glass on the table, making a muffled bang.

"Little brother, you can't say that. Walking on the rivers and lakes, all over the world are friends......"

"That's a good point."

"Okay."

A quack, who seemed to be very old, stood up and smiled and played a round, he held a wine glass and saluted all the Jianghu people present, and everyone hurriedly returned the salute. He raised his glass and said with a smile:

"Come, let's have a drink."

Everyone responded and stood up with their glasses in hand.

Almost everyone's eyes were on the only swordsman still seated.

The other party was indifferent.

The old Jianghu guest also showed a little displeasure, but after all, he has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he can't shout and kill just because of a trivial matter. He smiled, raised his glass, and drank it down.

Seeing this, everyone drank the wine in their cups.

"Boy! Don't be embarrassed, do you know what status our Ma Ye has in the rivers and lakes? Jianghu He called 'Feitian Biao', that is the master who is stomping his feet here, and the earth will tremble! ”

Feitian Biao, Ma Sanhu.

Biao is an animal. Legend has it that three tigers produce a biao, that is to say, if a tiger gives birth to three tigers, one of them is biao. Biao is fierce and strange by birth, biting two of his brothers to death at birth, and then even preying on his own when he grows up. Extremely cruel by nature, he has always been a loner.

You can tell from this nickname that this seemingly kind Ma Ye is actually a difficult master to mess with. He didn't speak again, but several of his men blamed the swordsman in a bad tone.

The knife man drank another glass, probably accustomed to the sensation of wine, but this time he didn't cough, just spit out a white breath.

"Boy, you're so bold!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but draw his sword and stab straight at the swordsman who was sitting upright.

It was Ma Ye's subordinates who made the move, he squinted and didn't speak, and he didn't stop it, that is, he acquiesced. A person who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, how can he really be just a kind old man.

Bang! Bang bang!

The swordsman put down his glass, and when he turned around, he took the long knife on the table in his hand. He didn't draw his sword, but directly used the scabbard to catch the sword stabbed by the other party.

In one fell swoop, he knocked down the opponent's sword.

Two times, and there was one more person lying on the ground.

Yikes!

After a few shouts, several more Jianghu people with swords in their hands rushed towards the swordsman with the unsheathed long knife.

Seeing this, the swordsman took a peculiar pose. He held the knife in both hands, and the killing intent on his body spread out like a tide, filling the entire tavern in an instant.

Airplanes.

All the white porcelain wine glasses and flasks were vibrated by this murderous aura, and let out a trembling and mournful sound.

What a strong murderous aura!

All the Jianghu guests were shocked, and they realized that they had underestimated this withdrawn young swordsman from beginning to end. To be able to have such a condensed murderous aura, it is absolutely impossible to be an ordinary fledgling hairy boy.

The wind rose, and there was a flash of light.

The swordsman pushed the knife into the sheath, he looked at the sword weapon that fell to the ground, and said lightly:

"You don't deserve to die under my sword."