Qingxia River?

This is the Qingxia River?

Zhou Heng was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the stone tablet with a stunned expression, his brows tightened.

Since this is the Qingxia River, what is the river I just crossed?

Zhou Heng immediately turned over and turned around and ran back.

But until he returned to Yuyang County, he didn't see any rivers on the way.

It was as if his previous boat crossing was just a dream.

It's very weird.

"What's going on, is someone silently confusing spiritual perception, or is there a powerful power that has opened up a temporary Qingxia River out of thin air?

Zhou Heng's heart was shocked, what happened just now was completely beyond his comprehension.

Such a big river that is more than 100 zhang wide and cannot see both ends can also be faked?

But the surging river and the turbulent waves are all very real, and they don't seem to be false at all.

"What the hell happened before?"

Zhou Heng was already shocked into a cold sweat, what happened just now was really terrifying.

If it is artificial, it means that as long as the other party has evil intentions, then he doesn't even know how he died.

After some thought, he rode the red horse again, and along the road, estimating the distance, came to the place where he had crossed the river last time.

It was a forest of trees that was indistinguishable from the front and back, and the road was still a little muddy from the previous rain, as if it had always been like this, there had never been a big river, and there were no boats or boatmen.

Zhou Heng turned over and dismounted, closed his eyes, and stood here for a long time.

Didn't feel anything.

It was as if everything he had been through before was really an illusion, and there was nothing here.

"Could it be a natural phenomenon similar to a mirage?" Zhou Heng suddenly thought of a possibility, and said secretly: "It is said that the Qingxia River has been diverted many times in the past long years, could it be that what I saw before is actually the Qingxia River in the past?"

"There were immortals in this world, and there may be traces of ancient immortals left anywhere in the world, and it seems not impossible that the traces of the Qingxia River have been imprinted.

But how can such a guess be verified?...... I wonder if such a legacy or imprint counts as something?"

Thinking of this, his heart moved, and after a slight hesitation, he used the only special skill card he had left in his hand on the void in front of him.

Disassemble the card!

"Dismantling card: You can detach low-level things from high-level things without damaging the high-level things themselves. ”

Whether it is the ancient immortals, or the traces left by the gods of the past, or just a natural phenomenon, as long as it is a thing, then the dismantling card can successfully disassemble something.

Zhou Heng can be at ease for the time being.

Because that means that his previous experience was not artificial, but only affected by something of a higher level.

"Use the teardown card!"

"Congratulations! Dismantle the spiritual object 'Qingxia Snake Scales' [Zong Wupin] in the Time Brand's 'Suppression of Qingxia God' [Tiansanpin]!"

"Qingxia Snake Scale [Zong Wupin]: This is a small scale that fell from the original form of the Qingxia God, and it has a trace of the Dao power of the Qingxia God. After use, it can summon the unconscious historical projection of the Qingxia God in the Wupin period, and the existence time is three minutes. ”

Something really is!

Zhou Heng was pleasantly surprised, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

The originally depressed mood suddenly smoothed down a lot.

Then he noticed the description in the system prompt.

Time Imprint!

Suppress the Qingxia God!

Tiansanpin!

It was a level he had never touched at all.

In a literal sense, it should be that a long time ago, there was a "Qingxia God" who was suppressed here.

Is this how the Qingxia River got its name?

For some reason, some scenes from that era were imprinted and "preserved".

For example, the churning Qingxia River, such as the boatman ferrying on the river, may be a real scene that happened here many years ago.

Previously, Zhou Heng should have been in contact with the "preserved" scene of the past, so he had a rather bizarre experience.

In fact, there are often similar stories in many folklore.

So this is not a special thing.

"It's okay, it's okay, it really scared me before. Zhou Heng patted his chest, straightened out his breath, and said secretly: "However, about the situation of the time imprint, it is best to find someone to consult."

“...... Hmm, wait until the next time I see Cheng Jiangjian, or wait until I pass the assessment and officially worship the Pure Yang Sect. ”

His previous experience was too unbelievable and terrifying.

Even if he wasn't really affected, he still felt uneasy, and it was best to figure it out.

"It's not like nothing this time. Zhou Heng looked at the crystal clear piece in his palm, only the size of a fingernail, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Being able to summon the projection of the five pins, this can be regarded as a powerful thug with a time limit of three minutes. But who is this Qingxia God? Even the time imprint that suppressed him has the three heavenly products, what should the real body become?"

After entering the Pure Yang Palace in the future, you should be able to look through some information and maybe find some clues.

Then Zhou Heng put away the snake scales, patted the jujube red horse below, and galloped towards the Qingxia River that really existed.

Originally, after this toss, he no longer had any interest in hurrying, and planned to return to Yuyang County to find an inn to live in, rest for one night, and start again tomorrow morning.

However, as soon as he thought that he would have to pass by the place where the imprint of time existed tomorrow, he immediately dispelled this thought.

Let's cross the Qingxia River first.

......

The Qingxia River flows gently and horizontally.

Zhou Heng led the jujube red horse to board a passenger ship, and there were five people with him, three men and two women, all of whom were very young, in their twenties, dressed as people in the rivers and lakes.

They were together, and they didn't pay attention to Zhou Heng next to them.

Because at this time, Zhou Heng was wearing a brown robe, with a beard sticking to his mouth, some dust on his face, which looked dusty, and his hair was simply tied with a rope.

This looks like a very ordinary passer-by, who should be in his thirties.

For these young people who obviously want to travel the rivers and lakes and travel the mountains and rivers, such people have no value of communication at all.

This is also the situation that Zhou Heng wants.

His true identity is too eye-catching now, and when the ranking of the people list comes out next month, it is estimated that it will be even more explosive, and there is no harm in hiding his identity as much as possible.

The three men and two women stood at the bow of the boat, their eyebrows fluttering, talking and laughing.

Zhou Heng led the horse and stood on the other side of the boat, and he could hear what the five people were talking about, discussing a martial arts competition that would be held in the former Hefu in half a month.

It is said that there will be someone in the top 50 masters, and they are all quite excited, and they have made an appointment to watch the excitement together.

Between the words, they also mentioned Zhou Heng in Huangtong Mansion City, and they had a lot of admiration and envy.

Zhou Heng stood not far away, listening to their conversation, and suddenly felt a little envious of these people in his heart.

It seems to be a good feeling to travel together and explore the rivers and lakes together.

"Unfortunately, I only have this horse with me. Zhou Heng gently stroked the jujube red horse, and the horse snorted in response, and he didn't know whether he was disgusted or close.

Then, he looked at the Qingxia River in front of him, and his vision was quite clear, and he couldn't help but think of his previous experience.

The Qingxia River in the imprint of that time was turbulent, the vision was dim, and it was gray, as if the whole river was shrouded in a strange and oppressive atmosphere, which was completely different from the current Qingxia River.

"I don't know how many years ago it was. Zhou Heng's heart moved, and he came to the boatman who was ferrying, and said in a somewhat hoarse and low voice, "Boatman, do you know why this Qingxia River is called this name?"

The boatmen who ferry on the Qingxia River are usually "dedicated" for a lifetime, and they must know a lot about the various things on the river.

"Huh?" the boatman turned his head to look at Zhou Heng.

He was a white-haired, kind-faced old man, not tall and a little rickety, and looked to be sixty or seventy years old.

"Young man, are you asking the name of this Qingxia River? The old boatman shook his head, with an expression of telling a story to a child, and said with a smile:

"It is said that a long, long time ago, there was no river here. Later, there was a big green snake that ravaged the township, claiming to be the god of Qingxia, eating a lot of people, causing the people to live poorly.

"The people here invited all kinds of masters, but none of them were the opponents of the Qingxia God, and finally an old fairy passed by here, eliminated harm for the people, suppressed the big green snake on the earth, and turned it into a big river, which is the Qingxia River. ”

"This river still has such a history. Zhou Heng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and his heart was shocked.

He originally thought that the Qingxia God had been suppressed in this river a long time ago, and after an incomparably long time, he should have died of old age a long time ago.

Qingxia River has never been abnormal in these years, which is enough to confirm this speculation.

But now listening to the boatman's story, I still find that it doesn't seem to be like that.

This entire river is actually transformed by the god Qingxia.

Now that the river is still flowing, does that mean that the god Qingxia is still alive?

If the Qingxia God is still alive and the Qingxia River is still so stable, does it mean that the "old immortals" who suppressed the Qingxia God at the beginning are also alive?

Is the boatman in the imprint of time still alive?

Of course, this statement is just what the old boatman said, compared to the historical truth, it is more like a small story passed on by word of mouth, which is not necessarily true, but it is enough to make Zhou Heng have a lot of speculation in his heart.

"Haha, old boatman, the story you told is really interesting, what kind of big snake can turn into such a long Qingxia River?" A brisk female voice came, and a young girl walked over.

It was one of the five on the bow of the boat on the other side.

She was wearing a red dress, eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pretty face, fair skin, a slender figure, and a delicate scimitar pinned to her waist.

The whole person looks like a lively and brisk temperament.

"Haha, that's a good question. However, this is the story passed down by the boatmen, how can the old man know so much?" the old boatman shook his head and continued rowing.

The little girl didn't care, and looked at Zhou Heng on the side.

She didn't care about this person originally.

After all, she was dressed ordinarily and didn't look like a master, but just now she noticed the jujube red horse and felt that this didn't seem to be something ordinary people could have.

This made her a little curious about Zhou Heng.

"Hey, uncle, seeing that you have weapons in your package, you should also be able to do martial arts, did you also go to Yuanhe Mansion to watch that martial arts competition?"

Uncle?

Zhou Heng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he suddenly realized his current outfit, he shook his head, and said, "I am not good at martial arts, and I am not very interested in the martial arts conference." ”

"Rourou, come back quickly, don't talk nonsense. At this time, the woman on the other side of the bow beckoned to Sheng Xinrou and asked her to go back.

"Martial arts are not good, but you can also watch people compete, this conference is very powerful, highly recommended. Sheng Xinrou said with a grin, and then returned to the bow of the boat on the other side.

As soon as the little girl got back there, she was immediately pulled aside by the woman and whispered.

Zhou Heng's ears are very strong, and he can hear what they are saying.

"Rourou, you have little experience in the rivers and lakes, I don't know what the situation is for people like that uncle, they are usually sad people who are unhappy in the rivers and lakes.

"These people are not strong in martial arts, maybe he was also like us, yearning for a happy life and a life of horses and whips, but after some adventures and some setbacks, he recognized his level.

"You see that he even put his weapons in the package, this is obviously disheartened, you go to someone to say something about the martial arts competition, it is almost revealing people's scars, it will offend people. ”

The woman spoke bitterly to Sheng Xinrou.

The little girl didn't seem to understand, tilted her head, glanced at Zhou Heng, and said in a low voice: "In other words, this uncle is not strong in martial arts, and he has been beaten by the rivers and lakes, and now most of them are going to abandon the sword and seal the knife and go home to farm?"

"Don't say it!" The woman hurriedly covered Sheng Xinrou's mouth, just in time to see Zhou Heng's gaze, she had to smile helplessly and apologize.

Boom!

At this moment, the boat rowed through a field of reeds and came to a halt at the ferry.

The boatman smiled: "It's landed." ”

Zhou Heng led the horse off the boat, and Sheng Xinrou and the others also walked down, they lowered their heads, trying to avoid Zhou Heng as much as possible.

"Ahh

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the middle of the Qingxia River in the rear, full of panic.

"It's not good, a boat capsized, everyone fell into the water, it's still in the middle of the river, and there are no boats around!" the boatman turned his head to look back, exclaimed, and hurriedly boarded the boat, about to row over to save people.

Sheng Xinrou and the others also changed their expressions slightly, glanced at each other, and were ready to jump into the river and swim to save people.

But at this moment, out of the corner of their eyes, they saw that the "uncle" suddenly jumped and jumped to the reeds on the bank of the river.

Immediately, the figure of the "uncle" turned in the air, folded a long one, and threw it into the river, allowing the reed to glide on the surface of the river at a very fast speed.

Immediately afterwards his figure landed impartially on the reed, and with it rushed swiftly towards the place where the ship had capsized, as if riding the wind, faster than all the ships.

A reed across the river!

On the shore, Sheng Xinrou and the others, who were about to enter the water, were dumbfounded, opened their mouths wide, and looked at the figure flying across the river in disbelief.

Is the martial arts that are said to be good are not strong?

What about the sad people in the rivers and lakes who said good!?

That's it??