In the most prosperous part of the river, there is a stone bridge that was built in the early years.

The stone bridge traverses both sides of the Suishui River, and is a necessary place for residents on both sides of the river to cross the bridge on weekdays.

It has been several days since the great change of the day in the Passing Water River, hundreds of people have been killed and injured, and there is no latest announcement from the government, and the monster is nowhere to be found.

The collapsed pavilions on both sides of the river, the garbage all over the ground has not been cleaned up, and the residents of Qingyang City, who were frightened by the events of that day, even if they are bold, do not dare to come to the place where the accident happened that day in the Passing Water River.

The river cruise ships disappeared after that day, and the boats that had to pass through the Passing Water River had to temporarily change their course and take a long detour to the capital of the Beiyang Dynasty.

Xu Jingliang hasn't slept well these days, as the parent official of Qingyang City, even if he is lying next to a newly married lady, his mind is not on the people around him at all.

It's been many years, why did a monster suddenly appear in the Passing Water River, not sooner or later, but it was his own appointment; I originally wanted to be the city lord in this Qingyang City for a few years, and he was just in his early forties, and he had enough capital to survive, and in a few years he went to Liangzhou to find a petty official, which was better than in this small Qingyang City.

There are quite a few people in the court, and the officials are also fanning the flames everywhere, making it difficult for him, a petty official who has no thighs in the court and has no prominent family, to sit and lie down.

The top boss Liangzhou stabbed history, and there was no news, and his documents went to several letters, but there was no response.

When he was on a pilgrimage, how could he, a petty official, have the ability to go straight to heaven.

According to the practice of previous years, in May and June, the river god is sacrificed in this river to pray for good weather in the coming year.

The history of Liangzhou Assassin also made it clear that this was a practice set by His Majesty the Emperor, and he must personally organize it.

Xu Jingliang didn't dare to slack off, once there was any wind and grass in the Shuishui River, he would bring precious rare birds and beasts, Ganoderma lucidum herbs and other unusual things to sacrifice to the river god.

Strange to say, there are also customs of sacrificing to river gods in other places, but I have never heard of a place where there are sacrifices to rare birds and beasts, Ganoderma lucidum ginseng and other things worth a thousand gold.

His predecessor didn't say anything, and when he asked the local officials, he said he didn't know.

The boss didn't dare to ask, and Xu Jingliang had no choice but to follow the holy will in a daze, and the money spent was not out of his own anyway.

Sometimes he is also very distressed about the cost of sacrificing to the river god, even more than the budget cost of the entire Qingyang City in a year, but the holy will is like this, and the current official will do it.

Dozens of yamen servants poured cartloads of things into the river of passing water, rare birds and beasts, and Ganoderma lucidum herbs.

Xu Jingliang, who was standing on the bridge, sighed, what is the use of sacrificing every year, always sacrificing?

A few days ago, monsters were infested, did the river god bless it?

With a stomach full of complaints, Xu Jingliang turned around and walked back, praying all the way that nothing would happen again.

Not long after Xu Jingliang left, a middle-aged man who looked like a scribe stood by the bridge with a sword, and as far as his eyes could see, he was surrounded by the endless river of water under his feet.

"I know you're there. "There was no one around, and I didn't know who he was talking to.

No one, but a voice came from the bottom of the river, not a human voice, more like the voice of some unknown beast: "You are finally here." ”

"Qingyang City has been turned upside down by you, if you don't come, you can't do it. "The middle-aged scribe spoke to an old friend, and there was no complicated subtlety or intense emotion to tell.

"It's been thirty years, Han Shiqing, what do I want?" the voice at the bottom of the river suddenly became angry.

"You should know that we have been trying our best to search, but the world is so big, even if my master and his old man died and ascended to heaven, as his apprentice, he still hasn't forgotten the promise of the year, and he has been looking for it all these years. It's just that we get nothing, you should understand that it's not that we don't want to, but we can't ask for it. ”

The voice began to become irritable: "Han Shiqing, I have given you thirty years, which is long enough, but you have not brought what I want so far, I will not believe your words anymore; the death of hundreds of people in the Death River on that day is a warning; if you don't get an affirmative answer or send that thing to me, the agreement of the year will not exist." ”

"You're a strong man. ”

"It's better than you lying and not keeping your promises. ”

Han Shiqing was speechless.

It's not that he didn't speak, it's not that his eloquence is not clever enough, but what the voice said is the truth, thirty years later, he still hasn't fulfilled the promise he made back then, even if he changes his position, Han Shiqing can understand the anger of that voice at this time.

"You want to break the net, it's not good for both sides. Han Shiqing softened his tone, trying his best to calm down, even if it was the last step, he would not easily tear his face.

"You're threatening me. ”

"I just feel that win-win cooperation is far more in the interests of both of us than confrontation. ”

"A promise with a definite deadline? The sound at the bottom of the river burst into applause, and the entire heart of the river was tumbling with waves.

"I said, we'll do our best. "I can't give this kind of thing, Han Shiqing can't say it, and I don't know if the obvious delaying tactic is useful or not.

"Then there is no need to talk about it. ”

Han Shiqing, who knew that nothing seemed to work, had no choice but to say the last sentence: "We need each other, give us some more time." ”

The voice didn't speak, and there was no movement.

Han Shiqing shouted anxiously: "Wait a minute, don't you want to know who the young man who opened the gate of heaven ten miles under the palm of the Passing Water River and shook you away that day?"

"Who?" said after a long time, and the voice finally spoke again.

"People of the Beiyang Dynasty. ”

"Han Shiqing, are you bullying me for being a three-year-old child? I don't think so, although this person is from the Beiyang Dynasty, do you really think he will be on your side?"

"Human nature is complicated and complex, simple and simple, but the word desire. Gold, silver and jewelry, beautiful women, treasures in the world, or countless glory and wealth, the Beiyang Dynasty gave them. ”

The voice laughed, and countless ripples stretched out across the entire river: "I have heard a little about this person, and I am afraid that the suspicions on his body are beyond the imagination of you, a popular person in the Beiyang Dynasty." To tell you the truth, this person's palm that day was unintentionally forced, and his strength is negligible. Han Shiqing, when it comes to the most precious thing in the world, isn't it something that your Beiyang Dynasty has been asking for a hundred years? That thing happens to be in my hands. If you want to talk about desire, if you want to buy people's hearts, which thing in your Beiyang Dynasty can compare?"

"You ......" Han Shiqing was truly speechless for the first time today.

"Han Shiqing, you will pay the price for your words today. The sound died down, and the river calmed down.

Han Shiqing didn't shout in vain, he knew that it was in vain.

The negotiations failed, and things got a little troublesome.

That monster was Aoki Jiao, who had been practicing for 2,000 years, and if it hadn't been for an accident thirty years ago, it wouldn't have allowed it to still swim in the small river of the Beiyang Dynasty.

Even though there is a powerful sect behind the Beiyang Dynasty, how can this Aoki Jiao be regarded as a threat if the sect makes a move, however, the unspeakable hidden that has lasted for a hundred years is destined to make the Beiyang Dynasty never let the sect interfere in this matter.

Han Shiqing looked up at the sky, and then looked in the direction of Qingyang City.

Is it really up to that young man to solve this crisis?