At this time, above the Tongou River, a person stepped on the waves, such as a flat boat on the river, taking advantage of the trend, although the flood was raging, the white snake churned and rose countless waves, but the person was also not dripping with water, a fairy wind bones, the look was shining.

"Who is it? so powerful?" Yang Ze was dazzled before he died, "Could it be that the people in the Immortal Elephant Realm of the rivers and lakes have come to join in the fun?"

Yang Ze exerted all his strength and rubbed his eyes vigorously, "No, isn't that an old groom? How could he tread water...... It's charlatan again?"

The old groom came suddenly, still looking so honest, took off the straw in his hand with his hand, revealing a few yellow tooth spots, and smiled at Yang Zehehe, "Young master, if you don't dislike my clumsiness, let me help you cut the white snake."

The air is full of dark clouds, the thunder is rolling, the dark clouds are pressing the city, the black clouds are going to be connected with the river surface as a whole, the water of the Tongou River rises sharply ten zhang, the embankment that has just been repaired bursts all of a sudden, "the Tongou River is flooded", the faint gongs and drums are beating, the flood gushes up the river bank, the mighty and mighty, and goes straight to the Niutou Mountain with the horns towards the sky.

The white snake has a great aura and immediately discovers the threat of this celestial old groom. Spit out Yang Ze, jumped up suddenly, and swam in the air against the river.

"Old man, when is it, how can you help without a guy in your hands?"

Yang Ze floated on the water and said to the old horseman standing on the water, the water surface rose, and he drank a sip of the turbid, sticky, and smelly river water, and there were faint layers of snake skin shed by white snakes in the river, which smelled bad and smelled bad, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Instead of running into the clouds, the white snake that rose into the sky twisted its body and spun in the sky, as if waiting for the gate of heaven to open.

Its crocodile head was fierce, and two faint green rays of light pierced through the clouds through the snake's eyes. Yang Zezheng could see that the white snake suddenly turned around and opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Yang Ze's position.

"Oops, it's over", Yang Ze raised the phoenix to resist.

I didn't see how the old groom moved, and he had already taken the two people who had no way to retreat from under the mouth of the white snake to the riverbank on the right.

"Young master, wait a minute, I'll go get the sword, it's been useless for a long time, I don't know if it's going to be smooth."

The old horseman tapped his feet lightly and jumped on the top of the Tongou River, surrounded by an invisible sword qi, like a round of rising golden crows, golden light, stirring up layers of mist.

"Jiao divides the shadow, the goose falls and forgets to return, the sword ...... Come ......", the old horseman in the golden light shouted, like five thunderbolts, faintly exploding, Yang Ze had never heard such a loud voice, "This is like the voice of the old horseman."

At the top of the Qinglian Peak of Niutou Mountain, an old Taoist with immortal wind bones on the Wangjiang Stone sighed: "That bet was lost after all." If this move is made, I am afraid that it will damage the way of a hundred years again."

At the foot of Niutou Mountain, two thousand-year-old locust trees that were almost dying were struck by two lightning bolts, but they were unharmed.

The folded bark of the tree is faintly old and green.

With the sound of the old horseman's five thunders, the water of the Tongou River suddenly rose three feet higher, and a gorgeous sword broke through the water.

Yang Ze was not mistaken, it was the "fake sword" that he had been laughing at for a long time.

"Young master, I forced the White Snake into a corner, you come to kill it. The old man will let you see the stunt of cutting the dawn with a sword today", the old horseman's deep voice came from his ears.

I saw that the old horseman slowly pulled out the hilt of the sword, but only the hilt of the sword was missing. At this dusk, the sky was getting dark, and in the moment when day and night were intertwined, the sword body clearly appeared on the hilt of the sword, casting a fluttering sword shadow, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"A sword cuts the dawn", the old groom shouted, and the Chengying sword swung out.

The white snake seemed to feel that the situation was not good, and was about to fly into the air, when he immediately turned around and dived back into the river.

But it was too late, and wherever the sword qi went, it was gushing endlessly, like the gate of heaven opening wide, and the sea of qi rolling. This sword broke the river, and the white snake's scale armor cracked, and it fell heavily on the dry riverbed of the Tongou River.

The river and the embankment of the river were broken in two by the sword qi, like two walls separating the east and west of the river.

The white snake twisted its body in pain, struggling to get up, as if it had been nailed to the riverbed by an invisible sword, and could only keep twisting but couldn't do without half a point.

"Young master, watch the phoenix sword, take seven inches of the white snake", Yang Ze wiped the rain from his face.

Without thinking about it, he jumped down, and the already muddy riverbed was lifted into layers of mud, and Yang Ze instantly turned into a mud figure. A thunderclap rang out in the sky overhead, as if it was going to swallow it up in the next moment. Yang Ze jumped on the back of the white snake. The dragon scales were hot, and his hands were immediately scorched, and there was a fishy smell.

Yang Ze tore off the already broken clothes on his body, tied them to his hands, sneered and smoked, rolled several times, and crawled to seven inches of his head.

The white snake twisted and rolled on the ground, its mustache and eyes, its cracked eyes and chewing teeth, which was very terrifying, and the tumbling riverbed was slapped into deep ravines.

At the moment when Guanfeng crossed, Yang Ze seemed to see the shadow of the scholar Qingfeng, shaking in front of him, thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers rushing in his chest, Yang Ze only felt depressed in his heart.

"Qingfeng" he shouted, tears slid down, he woke up, and the pain suppressed in his heart was released at once.

From the bottom of the lake, he found a divine sword, decorated with nine dragon pearls, with a cold light, a blade like frost and snow, and a buzzing sound.

"Blue Blade".

"Good, good," the old groom lifted the flask, drank it all, and praised "good wine, good wine".

Fu Chunju, commenting on the old man's singing, "The old dragon pan in the jade box is hidden, a wisdom sword is buried in the real soil, and the roar out of the box is terrifying, only be careful to get the sword trick, use it to move the elite through the ages, a flash of flame flies to the sky, the exercise is subtle and difficult to see, if you want to subdue the fire dragon, but go to the north to find the water tiger." When the dragon saw the tiger, they circled each other, and formed a group in a trance", which is the strange scene of the birth of the monster in the Oujiang River that day.

In the past few days, Tan Zainian, the capital of Jiangzhou, has been really busy, the Tongou River has flooded, and the embankment that has been built for a short time has been completely destroyed, and there is no tile. This turbulent wave once again caused victims to be everywhere on both sides of the river, but the relief food from the imperial court was delayed.

Strange stories about the Tongou River are circulating everywhere in Jiangzhou Mansion.

"I heard that the monsters at the bottom of the river ate all the fishermen on both sides of the river, and none of the fishermen came back alive."

"It's not the monster that eats it, it's drowned in heavy rain, and the water in the Tongou River this year is much more ferocious than before, and it has washed away a lot of fertile fields."

"No, someone saw the dragon and tiger fighting that day, and the sound shook for nine days. There are also people who see that there are gods in the sky descending to earth, and a divine sword will kill the monster."

"That monster is a sword......."

"The celestial phenomena are abnormal, the misfortune of the dynasty! It has only been a few years of peace, and it is said that Tiefu Khan wants to drink the horse Wanglongjiang" An old man on crutches looked tremblingly at the Tongou River where the water level had fallen.

"I am afraid that it is not a good sign that the traitors in the DPRK and China are in power, and King Jing has set up another "China and DPRK", which has already set up the imperial power."

I don't know who shouted "Jiangzhou filial piety is here", and the group of chattering Qingliu old and young in Fuchunju immediately dispersed in a hurry.

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"How many swords do you have in this sword box?" Yang Ze also followed the example of the old horseman, pulled a grass to feed the horses, and chewed it.

"The young master won't hide it from you, there are three swords in it, the upper grade Hanguang, the middle grade Chengying, and the lower grade Xiaolian, the Chengying sword was used to kill the dragon, and the sword is used to kill, so only the sword intent can be seen", the old groom is still naïve, and he smiled.

"It's really yours, your sword is very good......

"Young Master......".

"Haha", Yang Ze had tears in his eyes, and knelt down in front of the old horseman, "May the master teach me swordsmanship to save me from the fire and water of the people of Li."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say", the old groom raised his head and poured a jar of drunken fairy wine, "Come up, I'm a big old man, and I don't have a sword spectrum", the old groom helped Yang Ze up.

"When I go back and draw a picture for you, I'll paint it for you", the old groom thought to himself, maybe it would be better than that lone ancient book.

"Long Ears"

"Jiao'er"

"Pearl"

Yonglu

"Danzhu"

Horse-like galloping moves leapt into view...... , there are no names, Yang Ze simply gave a few strange names.

"The world's high swordsmanship is in the sword intent rather than in the tricks."

"However, if my shadow sword comes out, the agreement back then will be considered a loss......."

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Some scattered Taoists said that the Changxin Palace was built on the dragon's head, and the nine dragons gathered at the bottom, occupying the right time and place.

In front of the palace, a moat dozens of zhang wide rolls through, and the momentum is magnificent.

In the early morning, the eunuchs and palace maids were busy, but they were silent.

The guards guarding the palace are dressed in golden armor and hold cold soldiers, and they are majestic.

A few young girls walked cautiously, for fear of being careless, and angering the masters in the palace, in the eyes of those flowery concubines, their lives were no different from ants.

Next to the moat, a flower garden is red, green and green, clustered and blooming, or delicate or budding, like a girl waiting to be picked.

At the root of the flower wall, a palace maid in green water clothes, combed her bun, about eleven or two years old, cried in a low voice, and her tears wet a piece of her clothes.

Not long after entering the palace, she was in charge of Chunkun Palace last night, stayed up all night, dozed off again and again, and accidentally broke a porcelain doll. You must know that this kind of porcelain comes from Ru kiln, and this is the only pair, which is Bai Guifei's favorite treasure, and it is naturally indispensable to be punished by the old lady in charge.

When she emptied the fragments, she found two letters inside.

She had also studied in a private school for a few years, and she knew a few words, and she wondered in her heart, "Who put the letter in the porcelain?"

She wiped away her tears, read it for a long time, and a letter that seemed to be from home was full of tears after reading it. In the other letter, she only recognized the word "mandarin duck". sighed and whispered, "Mandarin ducks fly ......", which aroused her full of sorrow, and she couldn't raise her interest anymore, so she threw things into the river and got up to leave.

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In Jiangzhou, it rained heavily for ten years, just as the chief of Fu Yin expected, the Tongou River burst its embankment again, flooded, and the rushing river water poured straight down from the rocky beach, which was turbid, and swept all the houses and fields on both sides of the river.

The usually docile Tong'ou River suddenly became hideous, like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, surging, along the root of the city wall, rushing to the southeast Niutou Mountain, and the outside of the city became a turbid ocean.

The flood water finally receded, and the ground was full of messes, and on the muddy river beach, some fish who did not know how to advance or retreat were firmly trapped in the mud.

The little girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, has short hair, a floral skirt, a smile and two shallow dimples, intoxicating.

In the middle of the day, she picked up a basket of fat fish.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, straightened her waist, and then walked straight to the southeast corner of the city, stopped in front of an inconspicuous courtyard, and met Danfeng's eyes, a magnificent couplet:

"Three cups of wine, a pot of tea. A pillow of autumn wind dreams for the first time, three autumn dreams and nine reincarnations".

She walked into the small courtyard gently, the yard was full of sawdust, and the carpenter Li Si was drunk, muttering to himself, Li Si was from Xishu, but he was the best carpenter in Jiangzhou. The little girl gently covered him with a blanket. Tiptoeing into a large color jar, the half-dead fish immediately rejoiced, and she looked at the group of fish in a daze.

I don't know when, a young man stopped outside the door, peach blossom eyes, very eye-catching, eyes met, she blushed, lowered her head.

She naturally recognized this young man as Yang Ze, the prince of the palace.

Ten wooden swords, enough to use the carpenter Li Siyi, this is the last time Tianningzi asked Shizi to build.

Niutou Mountain is known as "the horn of the bull's head in the south of the Yangtze River".

The highest peak is the Horn Peak, named for its flat cone at the top, and the twin peaks like horns reaching into the sky, but the steepness is also worthy of its name. Among them, there are 36 strange peaks, 72 strange rocks, and 24 flying streams are the most outstanding.

Niutou Mountain, which stretches for hundreds of miles, rivers, lakes, springs, pools, waterfalls are all strange, the mountain peaks are strange, the strange stones stand in a forest, it is indeed a good place to cultivate immortals.

As the ancestral court of the southern Taoist family, the Yuxu Palace on the mountain is dedicated to Taishang Laojun, and countless real people and immortals have cultivated immortals here for thousands of years, in order to escape from life and death. For thousands of years, the incense has been prosperous, and the Taoist cow ear.

Three hundred years ago, the Mangcang alien race went south, trampling on hundreds of thousands of living beings north of Panyue.

At that time, the head of the Yuxu Palace was a master of the Innocent Dao, a Taoist rhubarb court, and he had already entered the realm of martial arts.

Received the secret letter of the patriarch of the Shangqing Taoist sect sent by the north and went to preach.

Along the way, the lives were devastated, and what he saw and heard made him angry.

The innocent Taoist returned to Niutou Mountain with his sleeves, leaving the young junior brother Zhuji Taoist to guard the mountain, and six junior brothers entered the black cavalry army.

Since then, the talents of Niutou Mountain have withered, and the martial arts have plummeted, not to mention the ascension of immortals over the years, and it is difficult to find real people who have even touched the realm of martial arts Taiqing.

The number of luck is the elimination of one and the other.

After the decline of Niutou Mountain, Wudang Mountain, which is located in the hinterland of Xiangtuo, and Zhongnan Mountain, which is far away in Lizhou, have successively produced several people in yellow clothes.

Niutou Mountain is actually inferior to one generation after another, and in the hands of Zhuji Daoren, the master who teaches Tianningzi, it is even more of a mess.

Niutou Mountain, the top of Qinglian Peak.

There is a naturally formed Wangjiang stone, more than 30 zhang wide, poking out of the steep cliff alone, across the sea of clouds, below is the abyss.

On weekdays, under the rocks of the river, the sea of clouds rolls, layer upon layer, like the tide rising by the sea, which is very spectacular.

Occasionally, from this point of view, you can overlook the entire Jiangzhou and even the northwest geographical situation of the dynasty. The rolling mountains, like a winding mountain dragon, Niutou Mountain just held the position of the dragon's head.

At this moment, the heavy rain has stopped, and there is no cloud, and the entire Jiangzhou boundary is in full view.

On the stone of Wangjiang, two Taoist priests raised their eyes and looked into the distance, looking like fairy wind bones. Not far behind him was a bamboo basket, filled with all kinds of fresh grass, with crystal dew drops and damp earth on it.

Heavy rain for several days, the green grass sprouts on the mountain break out of the soil, fresh and delicious, a green cow is slowly gnawing not far away, a posture of an old cow eating tender grass.

The wind was strong on the top of the mountain, and the two of them were dressed in fluttering clothes, with the sleeves of their robes bulging, and sat on the ground.

"It's really a good thing", the little Taoist priest was surprised, "the entrance is bitter, and there is a hint of sweetness when you taste it carefully, which is the best grass root."

These white thatched roots are just up the mountain, picked from the halfway up the mountain, chewed in the mouth tender and delicious, the two spit out the ground debris, the mountain wind blows, whirl into the bottomless abyss in front of them. For a long time, he fell into the Tongou River under the abyss and disappeared without a trace.

After the Tongou River burst the embankment, the surging flood broke through the embankment, borrowed the right side of Niutou Mountain, rushed east, and the riverbed was diverted from then on.

The old Taoist priest is dignified, wearing a lotus crown on his head, with a flowing white beard, and his expression is radiant, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

The little Taoist priest was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a fair face, clear eyes, and detached from the world. A Tsing Yi Taoist robe is slightly larger, but it looks like an old Taoist priest is wearing a more suitable one.

"Senior Brother Chengyan, the day before yesterday, the Nine Turns Golden Pill sent to the palace, have you tried it after you improved it?"

"Senior brother, I want to come... I can't be wrong with this "Jade Letter Fang", but I feel that the medicine is insufficient, so I added a Goat Huo in private", he blushed, scratched his head, and groaned. Turning his head and glancing at the green cow behind him, he muttered in his heart, "The book "Diligent Seeking" in the back basket is what the prince asked for with a cheeky face before he went down the mountain, and he must not let the senior brother find out again."

After Lao Dao looked into the distance, he retracted his gaze and said slowly, "Oh, then I'm relieved."

As he was talking, there was a thunderous sound from the opposite side towards Guanfeng, which was earth-shattering.

The old Taoist priest looked over there with a solemn expression, and a pillar of mushroom-shaped smoke rose up for a long time, as if there were figures running on the mountain.

"Hey, your Senior Brother He's Dan furnace exploded again, and today is the ninth time."

The little Taoist priest had a strange expression on his face, and he didn't say a word.

This old and young man are the head of the Yuxu Palace, Tian Ningzi, and the junior brother Wang Chengyan.

Zhuji Daoren has accepted five disciples in his life, namely: Tianningzi, the head of the prison, Lu Qianzhi, the head of the Danfang who is close to the year of the whale's back, and the retreat of the Xiaohu Peak to practice the dry sword Jiao Daoling, it is said that his martial arts have already entered the realm of Taiqing, and he is a rare martial arts wizard in Niutou Mountain in a hundred years, and then it is Wang Chengyan who is full of joy all day long.

Eighteen years ago, Zhuji Taoist people from Penglai Xianhai found a peculiar, talented, infant baby, made an exception to accept the most proud disciple in his life, named Wang Chengyan, naturally has the meaning of inheriting the Taoist unification.

Before his death, Zhuji Daoist did not forget to entrust the senior brother Tianningzi to take good care of the little junior brother.

"Ahem... Cough... , The burden of Niutou Mountain falls on the shoulders of your five senior brothers, who have traveled all over the world for these years, visited famous mountains and rivers, and finally found this apprentice. Don't look at the 36 caves of Taoism and the 72 blessed lands, our Niutou Mountain Yuxu Palace is now in a recession, and it is not as prosperous as Wudang Mountain and Zhongnan Mountain in the southeast. In time, it will be revitalized", Zhuji Taoist finished speaking, and ended with a smile, as if he had seen Niutou Mountain once again dominate the Quartet Taoism, and the incense was flourishing, and the scene was shoulder to shoulder.