Seven days went by in a flash.

In the past few days, Yu Zhenyi has not gone out, has stayed in the house, and has not really gotten acquainted with the two brothers. In his opinion, this dragon slaying was just an ordinary cultivation.

People you don't know, real people don't have to, make them so familiar.

Acquaintances, it's really hard to start.

On this day, it was the day of the dragon slaying, the Sunset Sect, leaving some disciples to stay in the sect. There were also some disciples, following the sect leader Du Xiang, waiting for a few people at the main gate. In the Dragon Slaying Conference, there are four forces.

Du Xiang, with the three elders, stood at the forefront, and his strength was amazing.

Then there was a pair of Taoist couples, two sword immortals. The male looks ordinary, but the female looks very good. But that man was the only Wind Riding Realm monk besides Sect Master Du Xiang. Looking honest, it's actually very strong.

Then there are the two brothers Lou Yi and Lou Er, don't look at Lou Er's legs and feet, in fact, he also has a secret killing move.

In the end, it was Yu Zhenyi, he was carrying Caiyun and some bits and pieces of pastries in his hands, and he didn't look attentive at all. Caiyun was on the side, very helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

First of all, the elder of the Sunset Sect expressed his dissatisfaction: "Young Master Yu, this time, we are going to slaughter an evil dragon that rides the wind realm, you don't take it lightly. If something happens, my Sunset Sect won't be responsible. ”

This was said ruthlessly, but everyone present did not react.

Because this is the cruel reality.

If the Sunset Sect says that it wants to protect them, then there are ghosts. The Sunset Sect just wanted to use their combat power to consume the evil dragon's combat power. And these three groups of people just want to make some oil and water.

In the abode of the dragon, there will be treasures.

Everyone knows that they won't trust each other too much.

Yu Zhenyi smiled: "I know, please rest assured if you can paddle or not." When the time comes to see the evil dragon, I will definitely be the first to strike. If the elders are not at ease, they can press the formation in the back. ”

When he said this, the elder stopped talking. In fact, he didn't want to care about Yu Zhenyi's life or death at all, he was just afraid that he wouldn't contribute and pick up the ready-made ones in the back. Since he decided to strike first, it would be better to be cannon fodder.

The three groups of people present looked down on Yu Zhenyi a little more.

They all think he's a stunned young man.

Yu Zhenyi didn't bother to accumulate it, anyway, he came to cultivate the "Spirit Turtle Town Sea Decision", in front of that evil dragon, not to mention how powerful it was, at least there was no problem with self-preservation. You must know that the spirit turtle not only lives for a long time, but also has a hard shell, which can turn evil into good fortune.

In this way, under the leadership of the sect master, everyone rushed towards the place of the evil dragon together.

There were only two Wind Riding Realm monks, so they didn't choose to fly, but were on the ground, at an extremely fast speed, heading into the distance. The place where the evil dragon is located is a county town called Huayuan, and there is a Baishui River on the side.

Du Xiang was on the road and explained to them the legend of the Baishui River.

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.

One day, an old rockmason surnamed Lei came to the Baishui River from Zhenlong Mountain, and 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.

Taking the mana of the Thunder Rock King, the white dragon was subdued and did not dare to make trouble. The people on both sides of the strait visited relatives and friends, exchanged letters, married their daughters, rode horses and sat in sedan chairs, and passed steadily on the stone bridge.

Later, due to the advanced age of King Lei Yan and the hard work of repairing the bridge day and night, he soon left the world, and after the death of King Lei Yan, the people on both sides of the Baishui River were infinitely sad. Led by the son of the rock king, groups of people burned incense and lit candles to the five-arch bridge to pay tribute to the rock king.

After the white dragon found out, he liked to be abnormal, and roared wildly and shouted: "My trapped dragon is going to turn over again, and I am going to heaven again, and I want to take revenge!"

Suddenly, the sky was dark, the wind was blowing, and I saw a white whirlwind up to the sky. People say, "This white dragon has become a spirit again, and we will suffer again." Before the words fell, the torrential rain poured down, the huge waves soared, and the flood water swelled, overflowing the five-arch bridge, sweeping away the crowd on the bridge, washing away the fields near the Baishui River, washing away the houses, flooding the crops, and drowning many people and animals.

The villagers on both sides of the strait complained bitterly, they all missed the old rock maker, if he was still alive, the white dragon would not dare to come out to make trouble, how they hoped that there would be a person like the old rock maker to subdue this evil dragon!

So, they all focused on the son of the old rockmason. His son not only learned his father's set of rock crafts, but also a famous blacksmith, he played a good rock drill steel, never rolled his mouth, he hit a knife can sharpen iron like clay, the Miao people in a radius of 9981 villages have asked him to play martial arts guys.

He was also good at water, so he didn't drown. One night, the son of the old rockmaker had a nightmare when he saw his father wrestling with a large python on the bridge, which made the bridge wobbly, and he immediately went to his father's aid.

At this time, I saw my father shouting loudly: "Leave me alone, go and get a sword to cut it off, I regret that when I punished it, I didn't nail it with an iron nail, and now I have got rid of it, this is a harmful dragon, not a python, go and get a sword to cut it off, go quickly!"

He hurriedly ran back to get the sword, he reached out and took the sword, only to hear a loud sound of "Guangdang", he was awakened, and when he woke up and looked, he realized that he had knocked down the tung oil lamp next to the bed when he reached out to take the sword in a dream.

As soon as the morning dawned, the son of the rockmaker rushed to the area of the arch bridge to watch, only to see that the fields were barren, and the father and the villagers were complaining, crying and crying and kneeling in front of the son of the rockmason, begging him to inherit his father's ambition, learn from the rocksmith to eliminate harm for the people, keep the arch bridge, so that his father could be at peace under the nine springs.

The son of the rock mason was ready to immediately start fighting a sword and slay the white dragon. After the villagers heard the news that the son of the rock maker Lei was going to fight the sword to cut off the white dragon, all the families sent good steel, good iron, charcoal and dry firewood, and the people who sent the steel had just returned to one hundred households, and the son of the rock maker went to the Dongting Palace by the bridge to cast the sword, and in order to cast the dragon sword, he cast it for seven hundred and forty-nine days.

On the last day of quenching the draft, after a puff of green smoke, a black and shiny sword was finally cast, and he sharpened it for three days and three nights, and the sword was shining silver, shining day and night, ten miles inside and outside, and walking at night without carrying a lamp.

On Duanyang's day, he walked to the bridge with this sword. The white dragon shuddered when he saw this radiant sword. Suddenly, a white whirlwind fled to the sky. It was too late, but it was too soon, and the son of the rock maker took the sword in his hand, aimed it at the white dragon, and threw it into the sky, only to hear the thunder and lightning, and the sky and the earth shook, and the sword cut the white dragon into three parts.

The white dragon fell from the sky and fell to the bottom of the river.

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, it is the place where the son of Lei Yanjiang cast the sword, in order to commemorate the Lei father and son, it is called Lei Gong Temple. The stone dragon without the dragon head and tail seen on the pontoon bridge is the body of the white dragon that was cut off by the son of the rock craftsman.

A sword inserted in the middle of the pontoon bridge is of course the dragon slaying sword forged by the son of Lei Yanjiang.

After this story was told, the male sword immortal in the pair of Taoist couples was very interested when he heard that there was a sword, and asked, "Since the white dragons have been suppressed, why are there still evil dragons doing evil now?"

Du Xiang smiled bitterly and said: "Sword Immortal, you don't know, this Baishui River has always been smooth and rainy. Until recently, for some reason, someone took the dragon slaying sword under the bridge. At the bottom of the Baishui River, there was a dragon swimming by, eating the remnants of the white snake's luck, opening up his senses, and coming out to make waves. ”

The people on both sides of the strait began to tremble again, so they came to ask for the Sunset Sect.

However, the Sunset Sect was not strong enough, and he was afraid that he would not be able to kill the evil dragon, so he held a dragon slaying conference.

The sword immortal asked, "The dragon slaying sword, it's a good treasure, who can take it?" ”

This news made everyone cheer.

Because this is likely to be true, the dragon sword is hung under the bridge to prevent the dragon from making waves. There was actually a sword immortal who took this sword. Then he will definitely not let go of the people by the Baishui River, maybe he will hide in the dark.

Thinking of this, the atmosphere among the crowd was a little low.

At this time, Du Xiang said: "That sword immortal must be gone, otherwise the people by the Baishui River, how can they find my Sunset Sect? Otherwise, what kind of face do you have, you are called a monk of the Tang Dynasty. ”

Yu Zhenyi clapped his hands and said, "The sect master's words are reasonable! I'll be sure that I'll be the first to make a move later!"

Caiyun patted Yu Zhenyi: "Childe, won't you shut up." ”

Du Xiang was very happy and took everyone to the Baishui River.

With the Sword Immortal here, that's better, everyone thought. There are so many people on his side, and he doesn't have to be afraid of that sword immortal in the dark. When the time comes, you might even be able to get a good dragon slayer.

Everyone was in the mountains and forests, the dragon and the tiger leaped, and in less than half an hour, they saw the shadow of the Baishui River.