Yan Yu soon found that he had thought of something wrong, it turned out that he had always thought that the snake demon had come here to make it rain in this town, but just now, he remembered that the snake demon was just a green silk realm, even if the green snake became a demon, it was far from reaching the realm of resonance with heaven and earth, so this autumn rain was obviously not the vision caused by the green snake.

But he checked the county chronicles, and he also knew that every autumn in this place, there would be no such rain, the autumn rain was abnormal, but it had nothing to do with the snake demon, in general, it should be something else.

As for what it is, I can't figure it out.

But he knew that the monk who could trigger the vision was certainly far from being an opponent himself.

That's why the face is a little ugly.

But in this poor and remote country, where would monks come here?

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There is a small river in Whitefish Town, the name is Whitefish River, the river is a special kind of white fish, the number is not much, occasionally the people of the town can catch some, but even after catching the white fish, no one will bring these fish home, even the name of Whitefish Town comes from this river of white fish, and the people of the town naturally love these white fish.

In the past few days, the autumn rain has not stopped, there are few pedestrians in the town, the town is not big, there are not many residents, after not seeing any pedestrians, the streets of the alleys are more or less deserted, but at this moment there is a middle-aged man with a beard, walking slowly beside the river of white fish, the soles of his feet are muddy everywhere, just walking all the way and chattering, the voice is not loud, and the words are fast, naturally no one can hear clearly.

Occasionally, passers-by, seeing this middle-aged man, they all glanced at it, and they were no longer interested in looking at this sloppy middle-aged man, in fact, if they think about it carefully, they should know that this autumn rain does not stop, everyone goes out with an oil-paper umbrella, why this middle-aged man not only does not hold an umbrella, but also does not see a trace of wetness on his body.

It's just that a man in an ordinary cotton coat walked slowly by the river, looking at the white fish that he occasionally saw in the river, and pulled the corners of his mouth, "There is a little demon in this town, forget it, why is your sword still a jing, and I have been hiding for three days, wait for me to find you, see if I don't clean you up." ”

Perhaps it was the middle-aged man's words that made a certain sword in the river listen, and at this moment, the river of white fish suddenly became a little strange, and the white fish that usually did not take long were now gathered in a pile, occasionally showing the surface of the water, as if looking at the man.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man patted his waist and smiled dumbly, "You are still hesitating, in this mountain and river, you can meet me, how can it be considered a blessing, if I didn't have to kill that demon before, how could I break that sword again?" I promise, if you are willing to follow me, I will definitely treat you well, besides, you have given birth to such wisdom, where is it to break it?"

The middle-aged man was talking bitterly with a certain sword by the river, and if he was watched by others, he would definitely think that this person was either a madman or a fool.

"You guy, you have to know that I, Chen Sheng, am a rare kendo genius in this mountain and river, follow me, yes!"

“......”

It's just that it seems that Chen Sheng has said so much, and a certain sword in the river is still indifferent.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng said with some annoyance: "You are obviously a sword, is it possible that you don't follow me, a swordsman, and still want to be a magic weapon for the monks of the three sects? If this is the case, where are you as the sword bone, and the one who forged you back then will definitely be ashamed of you!"

There was still no reaction in the river of white fish.

"You guy don't have to take an inch, you go outside to inquire, it's only been less than a hundred years, I, Chen Sheng, have already stepped into the twilight realm, this cultivation speed, is it possible that I can't be worthy of the name of a kendo genius? In the twilight realm, you dare to go deep into the demon land to kill an evil demon in the Spring and Autumn Realm, this courage, this kendo cultivation, in this mountain and river, how many people can compare?"

Chen Sheng tried his best to talk about this matter lightly, but he obviously wanted to put on a proud demeanor, but he was suppressed by himself, which seemed a little less like he imagined, but this pride should also be.

After all, in this world, who else can dare to kill a demon in the Spring and Autumn Realm in this realm like him, and still be able to escape with his whole body?

But even when he said so, there was still no reaction from the river of white fish.

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In the autumn rain, a middle-aged man squatted by the river and scolded, and the object of the scolding was actually a sword.

It seemed that he was a little tired of scolding, Chen Sheng casually found a big willow tree to lean on, and finally asked viciously, "Do you want to follow me?"

Unable to get a response, Chen Sheng nodded, knowing that this was the result, he didn't say much this time, and casually tore off a few leaves on the big willow tree on the side, and snorted coldly: "You have to be rough with me." ”

After saying this, Chen Sheng casually threw out the willow leaves, and after the leaves were taken off, they seemed to become a little sharp, and they shot into the river one by one, and soon caused countless splashes.

There are many white fish in the river swimming around in a panic.

After just a moment, somewhere in the White Fish River exploded, and a three-foot-long white fish broke through the water, crossed an arc in the sky, as if mockingly glanced at Chen Sheng, and fell into the river.

Chen Sheng scolded, "You're so fucking fine?"

He turned his head and tore off many of the willow leaves from the big willow tree, and when he threw them out in a straight line, he grabbed one and plunged the other straight into the river, like a fisherman fishing.

It's just that others use fishing bait, but Chen Sheng is fishing for swords today, and the so-called "bait" is not anything else, it is sword qi.

Wisps of fierce sword qi attached to the willow leaves.

A steady stream of them enters the river.

In the river, the white fish, which could reach three feet long, was fleeing in panic, but in the end, the tail of the fish was caught by the willow leaves, and the more it struggled, the more it stirred up countless splashes.

On the riverbank, Chen Sheng laughed, pulled the willow leaf back, and directly pulled the white fish out of the river, just like a fisherman fishing.

The white fish left the river again, but before it broke through the water, it directly turned into a long sword with a sheath.

The long sword had not yet been unsheathed, but the sword qi was overflowing, and in just a moment, the long sword broke the rope made of the willow leaf, bringing up endless sword intent and stabbing Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng's eyes were full of joy.

He tapped his toes on the shore, his big sleeves slightly curled, and repelled those sword qi.

Looking at the sheathed ancient sword hanging in the air on the river, Chen Sheng patted his waist, "From today on, you will be my Chen Sheng's sword." ”

After saying this, Chen Sheng's figure swept by, and soon he came to the ancient sword.

The ancient sword transformed by the white fish was about to return to the river again, when Chen Sheng held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and Chen Sheng's other hand gently wiped the scabbard, and the ancient sword that had not been unsheathed for many years was instantly unsheathed.

A flash of sword light illuminates the foggy sky.

At this moment, the sword qi is even better than before.

Chen Sheng, who was holding a sword in one hand, no longer looked like the sloppy man who was a little crazy before, but instantly burst out with a momentum of giving up who he was, as if he had a sword in his hand, he could go anywhere in the world, and everything that was unfair could be peaceful.

Chen Sheng looked down at the swimming fish pattern on the sword, and promised softly: " The predecessor who cast you must be a great swordsmith, otherwise why did you stay in the river by yourself and give birth to some wisdom, but you should believe that I Chen Sheng will not bury you, speaking of you and I are fateful, if it weren't for my sword broken, I was confused from this river to find a trace of sword qi to come here, and I can't see you, even if you have some wisdom, you should know that my generation of swordsmen, do not cast magic weapons, do not cultivate Taoism, only one sword, since you are my sword, I will naturally treat you well. ”

I don't know if I was moved by Chen Sheng's words, or suppressed by the kendo monk of this swordsman of unknown origin, this ancient sword was sheathed and hung on his waist, and he never moved.

Chen Sheng smiled and turned his head suddenly.

On the street in the distance on the bank of the Baiyu River, there was a young man with medicinal herbs in his hand and an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and his face turned pale.

As far as Chen Sheng's eyes could see, the young man turned around and ran.

This made Chen Sheng, who had finally done enough momentum, immediately scolded: "Rabbit cub, Lao Tzu is so terrible?"

The boy disappeared into the alley and soon disappeared.

Chen Sheng shook his head with a smile, and was about to turn around when he suddenly sniffled.

Looking back at the place where the boy had disappeared, he muttered to himself, "I almost forgot that there was a little demon." ”

Chen Sheng turned around and walked towards the town, and at this time, the autumn rain finally stopped.