It is impossible to let go, and it is impossible to let it in this life.

The old swordsman not only did not let go, but also drew a sword from his sword box.

The weather was very bad, so He Xin didn't see clearly how many swords there were in the old swordsman's sword box. The only thing that made him happy was that this old swordsman didn't seem to be as powerful as the Beichen Sword Sect's elder.

Thinking of this, He Xin raised his head: "Senior, I'm not easy to mess with." Let me get out of here, won't you?"

Someone else, He Xin was already talking when he sneaked up. But this old swordsman looks very scary, and the scar on his face proves that he is also a wild cultivator. That's why He Xincai said bitterly, don't do it.

The old swordsman did not relent, and slowly raised the sword in his hand: "Your name is He Xin, I really see that you are unhappy." ”

He Xin frowned: "Senior, I don't know you, why do you look at me unpleasantly?"

The breeze blew, and the old swordsman slowly raised the sword in his hand: "It's okay now, you actually said that you don't know me, I think you're even more unhappy." My name is Mei Qi, have you heard of my name?"

He Xin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly knelt on the ground: "Senior Mei, you say see what I'm unhappy with, I'll change, I'll change it immediately!"

The old swordsman who looks extremely domineering actually has such an elegant name, Mei Qi. What made He Xin tremble was not only the name of the old swordsman, but also the sword box behind him, and the legend between the scattered cultivators.

There are many cultivation sects in the south. Some famous and decent families, there are many, all of them are small sects.

A behemoth like the Beichen Sword Sect is, after all, a minority. So, there are a lot of loose cultivators, living in the south, and they are unreasonable, and they are very powerful. Among them, there are ten of the most famous.

This Mei Qi is ranked third.

According to rumors, Mei Qi was originally not called Mei Qi, he was called Mei Yi, because there was only one sword in his sword box. Later, slowly, from Mei 1 to Mei 2, Mei 3. With the increase of swords in the box, Mei Qi's name has been changing.

And every time there was an extra sword in his sword box, Mei Qi would challenge the loose cultivator in front of him.

Without exception, there are no failures.

So, slowly, the monks in the south called Mei Qi "Mei Qi Jian". Several years have passed, and there is no more sword in Mei Qi's sword box. He is also rarely active in the south.

He Xin didn't understand why this fierce man appeared here.

He knelt down and said with a bitter face: "Senior Mei, what did you say, what made you look uncomfortable." I really, I can change it right away. ”

Mei Qiyi glared: "Change, how can you change? What Lao Tzu hates the most is you men like women." You say that you look like you, and you dress like you. Disgusting or not? Looking at your face, I'm going to vomit out the wine I just drank. ”

He Xin was dumbfounded after hearing this.

He was holding a flute in his hand, dressed up, and extremely handsome. Recently, by the Baishui River, I hooked up with a nice peasant girl. Now Datang is like this, men who look like women are popular.

He Xincai never thought that it was because of this that he was stopped by this Mei Qijian senior.

Mei Qi sneered: "You people who are outside of gold and jade, and the waste in it is damned." ”

In his opinion, this little white face named He Xin was even inferior to the Lu Qianjin just now. It's the same swordsman, how can the difference be so big. That Lu Qianjin, when facing the elders of the Beichen Sword Sect, still dared to use a sword, in comparison, this He Xin looked like a waste!

Suddenly, He Xin picked up his hole flute and poked it in the face a few times.

It was bloody, and it was terrifying.

He Xin looked at Mei Qijian and asked, "Senior Mei, now, you don't look like a woman, right?"

Mei Qijian smiled slightly: "I underestimate you, you go, I won't kill you." ”

He Xin was a little unconvinced, but still took his own hole flute. Slowly left in front of Mei Qijian, until he walked away, the murderous demon Mei Qi really didn't make a move. He Xin covered his face and wanted to cry without tears!

Today he has really experienced the ups and downs of his life.

Originally, I thought that there was a sword that I could get my hands on, but I didn't expect to run into the elders of the Beichen Sword Sect. Later, I met Mei Qi, who ranked third among the top ten scattered cultivators. With a stroke of inspiration, he picked up a life.

He Xin felt that he was really unlucky today, and he slowly came to the house of the woman he hooked up with. I wanted to take care of my injuries, but I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived at the door, the woman saw his face and screamed to get a broom, as if she wanted to get rid of him.

The woman of Datang is so strong.

He Xin was furious and wanted to kill the family.

I was not happy today, but I didn't expect to come back here and be so insulted. He Xin remembered that not long ago, she talked to the woman, and she also said that no matter what happened, she would love him.

Now it's just a little disfigured, how did it get so bad?

Just when He Xin wanted to burst out and kill people, he thought about what happened today, and he was so unlucky. It's better to have more things and less things. Thinking of this, He Xin put away his hole flute and slowly walked away.

He decided that he would never come again to this river of white water.

Just as He Xin was leaving, Mei Qijian, with his own sword box, slowly walked out. If He Xin made a move just now, then he would definitely die, and he would die in vain. The difference between one thought and life and death is divided.

Fortunately, He Xin's idea saved himself.

Mei Qijian sighed: "The younger generation of the Tang Dynasty is already so unbearable. ”

After speaking, he carried his sword box and walked towards the Baishui River step by step. The real big fish, already on the bait. However, Mei Qijian is not in a hurry at all, a big fish can only be caught after exhaustion.

It's not the first time he's fishing.

By the Baishui River, many people were watching how many elders of the Beichen Sword Sect had subdued the sword. Yu Zhenyi was the same, he took the colorful clouds and stood on the shore, wanting to see how this elder subdued the sword.

The dragon slaying sword was covered with rust, and now it looked a little worn.

It seemed to be very easy to leave, he flew up against the wind, and he was in the sky, washing the dragon slaying sword with sword qi, while looking at the people around him. After what happened just now, he seemed a little fluttery and smiled.

The people around the Baishui River, looking at him, all had some strange emotions.

Huayuan Castle is a small city, and the Baishui River is the river where the water is eaten.

Legend has it that once upon a time there was a white dragon in the river, which often caused wind and waves, and the floods were unpredictable, and people could not build bridges over the river. The people on both sides of the strait are separated from each other and are unable to carry out exchanges. In order to solve the problem of crossing the river, they also built bridges over the river at any cost.

However, due to the wide river surface, there is no clever rockmason, and the dragon is a monster, the bridge has been repaired many times, but it has not been successful. The people on both sides of the strait had no choice but to set up a temporary pontoon bridge and venture to pass through it. However, every spring and summer, when the spring water rises, Jiaolong fuels the fire, and the pontoon bridge erected is swept away by the flood. In this way, year after year, generation after generation, it has brought only pain and tears to the people on both sides of the strait.

But since the Lei Yanjiang father and son came, Bai Longbian was killed.

After the white dragon was cut off, people lived in peace and contentment. The water under the bridge flows obediently, bringing happiness and joy to the people on both sides of the river. This stone arch bridge, also known as the "pontoon bridge", is meant to never sink.

Now people see this temple next to the pontoon bridge, which is the place where the son of Lei Yanjiang cast his sword, in order to commemorate the Lei father and son, it is called Lei Gong Temple. What I saw on the pontoon bridge, the stone dragon without the dragon head and tail was the white dragon body that was cut off by the son of the rock mason, and the sword inserted in the middle of the pontoon bridge was of course the dragon sword forged by the son of the rock craftsman.

It is such a sword, and the people by the Baishui River look at this sword and experience the sun and wind.

But this sword belongs to the people of Baishuihe, why should he, a foreign monk, take it?

Although I am a foreign monk, the reputation of the Beichen Sword Sect has spread far and wide. The people of Baishui River did not dare to provoke easily. So everyone looked at how much they practiced swords, and no one dared to go up and say a word.

Yu Zhenyi was at the bottom, and he didn't think there was any problem.

There were adults on the side, to their children, and told the story of this dragon-slaying sword.

An old rockmason surnamed Lei came down from Zhenlong Mountain to the Baishui River, saw the suffering of the people on both sides of the river, and told the villagers about the harm of Bailong, he was indignant and decided to build a stone arch bridge here. Lei Yanjiang ancestors have been rock craftsmen for generations, Jigang Pingao is his old house, for the repair of Jigangping's Zhenlong Mountain, he was elected as the master of the rock craftsman, after the Zhenlong Mountain was repaired, he lived on Zhenlong Mountain.

He carved a dragon into a dragon, carved a tiger into a tiger, every mountain can open a road, every water can build a bridge, he is really a high and bold artist, everything is in the line, people also call him the king of thunder rock. When the people on both sides of the Baishui River heard that King Lei Yan was going to come here to build bridges and town dragons, everyone was very happy.

Open the mountain and dig the stone, work hard day and night. After three years and six months of days and nights, a five-arch bluestone rock bridge was about to close, and in order to subdue the dragon of the Baishui River, King Lei Yan carved a white dragon at the closing place, and sandwiched the white dragon in the middle to show punishment. Finally, a five-arch stone bridge with a width of three zhang, a length of more than ten zhang, and a height of seven or eight zhang spans both banks and is erected on the Baishui River.

These things, not the old people of the year, have a lot of can't remember clearly.

But the statue of King Lei Yan is still there, how can someone take away the Dragon Slaying Sword like this?

There was a little child who shouted loudly by the Baishui River: "Bad guy, who told you to use our dragon sword, if you take the sword away, won't the river rise again?"

It was a small sound, but it reached everyone's ears with the wind.

The child's father and mother hurriedly covered his mouth and took him away from the Baishui River.

But gradually, a voice sounded in the crowd, "What if he takes away the Dragon Slaying Sword and sends out a big flood again?" "Even if you are a cultivator, you can't ignore the lives and deaths of the people. "The immortal master of the Beichen Sword Sect, is this the case?"

For a while, something was wrong with the limelight.

Li frowned, he didn't expect that things would turn out like this.

But the people on both sides of the Baishui River are not fools, some time ago, the dragon sword did not disappear, it was at night, and naturally no one pursued it. But when so many people were watching, they wanted to take away the dragon slaying sword that belonged to them, and these people naturally did not agree.

For a time, public sentiment was high.

Some people even said that they wanted to go to the government and tell them how much they left, and they had already written down their names.

It's impossible to kill everyone here. If he really did it, the army of the Tang Dynasty would chase him to the ends of the earth.

He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have given his name just now.