Wu Ling felt that he couldn't communicate with the man anymore, and planned to go to other bookstores to have a look, so he said perfunctorily: "Recently, I am shy in my pocket, and I can't afford it!"

Seeing that Wuling was leaving, the man went around the table, followed up and said, "You can buy a copy first!"

When Wu Ling heard this, he planned to ask the man to buy one and get one free, but he wanted to use the price to block the man's mouth. But Wu Ling thought about it and didn't dare to gamble, in case the man didn't care about the money and really agreed, he would be embarrassed to buy it or not.

At this moment, a shadow walked in through the door.

The man who was originally chatting with Wu Ling was hooked.

The man put Wuling aside, hurriedly greeted him with a hippie smile, and before leaving, he threw the book "Deep Boudoir Fengyue" in his hand at the foot of Wuling.

"You've dropped your book!"

Wu Ling wanted to call out to the man, but this guy ran to the door early.

Wu Ling looked at this scene in amazement, and while secretly scolding the old pervert in his heart, he was also deeply surprised by the people who came in at the door.

The person who came was Ju Jingyue, whom Wuling met at the gate of Fufeng Town.

Wu Ling picked up the book on the ground, wanted to put it back on the table, and left.

"Little white face, you're here!"

Ju Jingyue walked up angrily, pointed at Wu Ling and said, "This morning, they said something like that, what they meant, why didn't you tell me?"

After Wu Ling left from the gate of Fufeng Town, Ju Jingyue, who didn't understand what the city guards meant, kept asking what the city guards meant.

At first, the guards were unanimously silent.

Jokes, meat jokes, are all told to others, and the explanation is not looking for a fight!

Until Ju Jingyue came out of his identity, the city guards were frightened, and under pressure, they had to come out from the real tricks.

Her Royal Highness the princess of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, they don't dare to offend.

The Northern Zhou Dynasty had a very good personal relationship with Wuguo, and now the queen of Wuguo is from the Northern Zhou Dynasty. That is, Ju Jingyue's aunt, a beauty who used to be the ninth on the rouge list.

Ju Jingyue, who knew the meaning, was so angry that she almost didn't kill a few people with a sword.

But in order to maintain the image of a heroine, Ju Jingyue held back the anger in her heart.

It is impossible for Her Royal Highness to do such a thing as a princess.

Ju Jingyue immediately thought of Wuling, it was this guy talking to the city guards that caused this kind of thing to happen.

So Ju Jingyue planned to find Wu Ling to have a good theory, and even had the idea of using force slightly.

Wu Ling stopped and said innocently: "We don't seem to know each other, right?"

Ju Jingyue snorted coldly: "Who knows you!"

Wu Ling grinned and said, "Since you don't know each other, then why should I help you explain?"

Ju Jingyue said indignantly: "You took my ......"

"Ah......h

Before the word cheap could be spoken, a hysterical scream burst out of Ju Jingyue's mouth and resounded throughout the bookstore.

Wu Ling and the man were stunned in place, completely blinded by Ju Jingyue's actions without any warning.

Ju Jingyue pulled out the sword in his hand, which had won the championship in the Xishu Sword Lu Sword Conference thirty-three years ago, and pointed at Wuling, "You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

The man stepped in the middle of Wuling and Ju Jingyue, stretched out his hand to pinch the water moon that was claimed to be worth half of the country, and shouted in horror: "Little girl, I can't help it, I can't help it!"

was pinched by the man like this, and the sword in Ju Jingyue's hand couldn't go any further.

Ju Jingyue was also drunk by the man, and she recovered from her dizziness.

"Hooligans!"

Ju Jingyue retracted the moon in the water, only to feel that scolding was not enough to relieve her anger, and scolded again: "Shameless!

Thinking of the picture she had just seen from Wu Ling, Ju Jingyue's cheeks were flushed, and she was about to drip blood.

Ju Jingyue was embarrassed to stay any longer, glared at Wu Ling, and turned around and walked out of the bookstore.

Wu Ling, who didn't know what he had done wrong the whole time, shook his head and said helplessly: "It's really inexplicable, unreasonable!"

The man turned around, skimmed Wuling with his eyes, and motioned for Wuling to look at his hand.

Wu Ling subconsciously raised his hand, and when he saw the erotic forbidden book "Deep Boudoir Fengyue", he finally woke up and realized why Ju Jingyue was angry.

Just now, the book fell from the man's hand to the ground, and the book just opened and pressed on the ground. Wu Ling picked it up and just turned the open page upside down and held it in his hand.

Looking at the intimate picture of people on the page, Wu Ling subconsciously wanted to throw away the book.

The man seemed to see through Wu Ling's thoughts, snatched the book over, and said with a smile: "Boy, it's all very exciting, I'm not wrong! Are you ......going to buy it now? Don't go, don't go!"

Wu Lingtou ran out of the bookstore without looking back.

The man stood at the door of the bookstore, looking at the distant figure, and shook his head helplessly.

This dismal business still doesn't let people live.

The man sighed and walked back to the bookstore, muttering to himself: "I don't know the beauty of Fengyue when I am young, and I am old and have my hometown left." ”

Walking out of the bookstore, Wu Ling let out a long sigh of relief, he didn't expect to see Ju Jingyue in such a way twice.

Wuling packed up his mood, found another bookstore, and went in to buy a local chronicle introducing the history of Fufeng Town and a book of Fufeng historical literary champions and famous people. Since they are all readers, they should look at people by their works, so Wuling also bought an anthology of works by everyone in Fufeng Town.

These are all books that give you a good understanding of the people of a place.

As for other basic reading materials, the library of Wuwangfu is basically there, and Wuling has read most of them, so there is no need to buy them.

After buying the book, it was already noon.

Wuling didn't go back to the inn to find Xu Shan and a few people to eat with, but bought some special snacks from Fufeng Town on the way.

After all, food is also a part of the local culture.

Although it was autumn, it was still a little hot at noon in Fufeng Town.

Wu Ling lifted the collar and shook it back and forth, trying to shake the heat out of his clothes, but it didn't work much.

After thinking about it, Wuling planned to find a shade to enjoy the shade, and by the way, listen to the gossip that the people of Fufeng Town said in their spare time.

Generally, every town and village with a little history will have a big tree that has been old. Children and the elderly, when the weather is hot, like to gossip in these places. Like Wuwang's Mansion, in addition to the unknown year-old maple tree in the cemetery, there is an ancient camphor tree of nearly 700 years on the side of the martial arts training field, which is rumored to be planted by the first generation of Wuwang, and the people of the palace, in summer and autumn, like to enjoy the shade there when they have nothing to do.

When he was looking, Wuling happened to see a group of people, talking around Mohe, and it seemed that something lively had happened.

The embankment was already surrounded by water, and Wuling searched for a while, but he couldn't find a place to squeeze into.

From the communication of the people around him, Wu Ling had already figured out what was going on.

It turned out to be a dragon slaying sword at the bottom of an arched bridge in the Mo River, but I don't know if it fell to the bottom of the water and was washed away, or it was stolen, and it was no longer found.

The arch bridge where the dragon slaying sword was stolen belonged to the family surnamed Bai in the small town.

Now the patriarch of the Bai family is taking the villagers to replace the arch bridge with a new dragon slaying sword.

Regarding the custom of hanging a dragon sword under the bridge, Wu Ling has seen some from books.

It is rumored that in ancient times, if Jiao wanted to turn into a dragon, it had to go to the sea, and the process from land to sea was called Jiao, and in some places it was also called to take away water.

Jiao did not have the ability to fly before Jackie Chan, so he could only travel east through the river and swim to the sea, but Jiao's body was too large, plus Jiao, Jiao would choose the flood period when walking Jiao, so in the process of walking Jiao, Jiao was easy to crash into the bridge.

In order to protect the bridge, people chose to hang a sharp sword under the bridge, hoping to suppress the Jiao and avoid destroying the bridge when the Jiao walked away.

Wu Ling walked up to a child who was climbing a ladder and said, "Little brother, I'll give you a copper plate, how about giving me your seat?"

The child pointed to the candy gourd seller not far away, and signaled that he was willing to change it if he wanted to use the sugar gourd.

In order to witness the grand occasion of hanging the sword, Wu Ling spent five cents to buy a string of sugar gourds.

At a young age, he only knew how to eat, and Wu Ling decided to teach the child a lesson.

"Give!"

The child's face was full of joy, swallowed his saliva, and reached out to catch the sugar gourd, but Wu Ling took it back with lightning speed and bit off the front one.

Wu Ling bit one and said with a vague smile: "Your seat is only worth this money." ”

The child's face changed color in a blink of an eye, and he glared at Wu Ling with a sad face, but he still obediently took the sugar gourd.

But he didn't want to leave it at that.

Everything is fair.

The child hid the sugar gourd with one hand, then spit a handful of saliva on the other hand and smeared it on the ladder.

This scene made Wu Ling stunned.

The child jumped off the ladder, patted his butt and swaggered away, and after taking a few steps, he didn't forget to give Wu Ling a gesture of disdain.

"It's really weird!"

Wu Ling couldn't cry or laugh, but still gave the child a thumbs up.

After the child left, Wu Ling climbed the ladder, and because the child wiped his saliva on the place where he stepped on his feet, he could only stand and watch.

Wu Ling fixed his eyes to look under the arch bridge, and saw a strong man with bare arms, holding a snow-bright sword in both hands, standing on the cabin. Judging from the green tendons on the strong man's arms and the gritted teeth on his face, the sword in his hand should not be light.

Next to the sturdy man, there was also a gray-haired old man holding a strip of red cloth to be tied to the hilt of the sword. The old man was old, his hands and feet were no longer flexible, and his trembling hands were busy for a long time before he tied the red cloth strips that the young man could tie in three or two clicks.

The old man is the eldest generation of the Bai family, but this is the first time he has presided over the ceremony of hanging the dragon sword on the arch bridge.

At present, this arch bridge, in the local chronicles of Fufeng, is called Baijia Bridge, but the people nearby and the people of the Bai family like to call it across Jiugou. Just like the Mohe River under the bridge, it is called Mohe in the local annals, and the common people call it Guilonggou more often.

The common people also understand this, after all, the local chronicle is for outsiders to see, and it is understandable that the name is good to listen to, and it is impossible for people to listen to it, and feel that Fufeng Town is a corner of a village.

People, you still want face.

Compared with Baijia Bridge, the origin of the name of the bridge across the nine ditches, relatively far away, the origin is also relatively simple, there are a total of nine bridges on the Mo River, from south to north, flowing into the Songxiang River from west to east, across the nine ditches, in the northernmost side, so it is called across the nine ditches, and the southernmost arch bridge of the Mo River is called across a ditch, named in order from south to north.

The dragon slashing sword of the other eight ditches has been changed several times, and the dragon slaying sword across the nine ditches has been replaced for the first time since the local chronicles were compiled more than 300 years ago.

The white-haired old man tied the strips of red cloth, and an old man over the age of six, walked from the bow of the ship to the top of the cabin, and helped the man hang his sword on the chain hanging under the old bridge. Compared with the gloomy white-haired old man, the old man in the sixtieth century was much younger, and he hung up the sword in three or two clicks.

After the sword was hung up, the white-haired old man took out a few handfuls of rice and sprinkled them in the river, reciting words on his lips.

Wu Ling listened carefully for a while, but the distance was too far, and the old man's voice was small and vague, so he didn't hear what the old man was reading.

The people of the Bai family on the shore kept pouring food into the river at this time.

After this ceremony, the white-haired old man whispered a few words in the ear of the old man. The old man's original radiant expression became embarrassed.

The white-haired old man asked him to find a young man in red clothes and stand in the center of the bridge and read the "Hanging Sword Order".

The old man had always thought that the white-haired old man had already arranged people, so he didn't arrange it. In this special period, who is willing to wear red clothes at the risk of being killed by fox ghosts.

Where can I find this time?

But the white-haired old man is the oldest person in the clan, and when he speaks, he has more authority than him, the patriarch, and if he is dissatisfied, he can remove his position as the patriarch with a word.

The old man had no choice but to shout into the crowd: "The Bai family needs a young man in red to stand on the cross-nine ditch and read the sword order, if anyone is willing to help, the Bai family is willing to give thirty taels of silver as a reward." ”

As soon as these words came out, the people on the shore began to talk in groups.

The price of thirty taels of silver does make many people excited, but whether it is Zhao Jianyi's death, or the death of many grooms dressed in red over the years in the cave room and spending candle nights, it hangs in people's hearts like a dragon-slaying sword hanging under the bridge, breaking a basin of cold water for those who are moved.

Fufeng has a fox ghost who loves to kill red-clothed, and he has long been dressed everywhere.

No one wants to joke with their lives.

Zhao Jianyi is the sixth master on the sword list, and the Zhao family is still one of the best families in Fufeng Town, but that's the case, Zhao Jianyi was still killed by the fox ghost.

Even Zhao Jianyi couldn't resist the fox ghosts, let alone ordinary people.

Someone in the crowd pointed at Wuling and shouted, "Isn't there a person in red there?"

Everyone's eyes brushed towards Wuling.

This sudden scene caught Wu Ling a little off guard.

Huajia Laozi hurriedly said to Wuling: "Little brother, can you help our Bai family read the sword hanging order?"

Deeply afraid that Wuling would not agree, the old man in Huajia spoke again: "Little brother, as long as you help our Bai family read the sword order, the Bai family will treat you as a guest and will never treat you badly!"

Wu Ling did not rush to agree, and after jumping off the ladder, he walked leisurely towards the Mohe River.

When the crowd on the shore saw Wuling coming, they retreated one after another to make way for them.

"It's okay to help!"

Speaking of this, Wuling paused, pointed to the dragon slaying sword hanging on the bridge, and said, "But I want to hear about that sword and the story of the dragon slaying sword." ”

The people present were stunned when they heard Wu Ling's appeal.

What's so good about the story related to swords?

It's better to take advantage of this time to sit on the ground and increase the price, so that you can make more money.

After all, this is doing this at the risk of being killed by a fox ghost.

Compared with the stunned crowd, the white-haired old man's expression was obviously a little more different, "Could it be that the matter has been exposed?"

The old man came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Little brother, no problem, I promise you!"

Regarding the dragon slaying sword across the nine ditches, whether it is the one that is hung up at the moment or the one before, it is not a sword, and there is nothing to be told about.

The old man jumped ashore, handed the red paper scroll with the "Hanging Sword Order" written on it to Wu Ling, and said: "Little brother, you just need to stand on the arched bridge, facing south, and when I shout the hanging sword order, you can read the hanging sword order out loud." ”

Wu Ling took the scroll and said, "I'll open it first, there's no problem!"

Most of the ritual words involve local customs and ancient myths, and there will be many awkward sentences and rare words.

There are 80,000 words in the world, and Wu Ling is not confident enough to know every word.

The old man smiled: "This is no problem. ”

Wu Ling opened the red paper scroll and glanced at it, there was only a short line, and the words in it also belonged to the simple and common kind.

Wu Ling said, "I'm ready!"

The old man made a gesture of please and said, "Please also invite the little brother to go to the bridge!"

Wu Ling nodded, and in the eyes of everyone, walked up across the nine ditches.

At the same time as Wuling went on the bridge, the patriarch of the Bai family returned to the ship from Xin. Seeing that Wu Ling was already standing in the center of the bridge, the patriarch of the Bai family became serious and shouted: "The Bai family hangs the dragon sword across the nine ditches today!"

"Knock on the sword!"

There was silence on both sides of the Mo River.

The man holding the sword took the wooden stick of the drum and struck the dragon sword three times.

The patriarch of the Bai family shouted again: "Recite the sword order!"

Wu Ling, who was dressed in red across the nine ditches, opened the red paper scroll with both hands, and read aloud: "Things raise the hearts of the people, open the gate of heaven up, and go down to the dragon; ”

While Wu Ling was reciting, the dark Mohe River was deep, and a pair of eyes that had been closed for a long time suddenly opened, looking like a pair of red lanterns.