August 15.

After the rain, the sky was clear, and the heavy rain that lasted all night seemed to arouse the anger of the Hanzhu River, and the rolling water of the river was stormy, rushing down and flowing eastward. The river is muddy, and I don't know where to roll up the rocks and mud from upstream. The blow crashed into the earth by the river, and there was a dull tremor.

I don't know how many years, every year I am so punctual, and I have never been late for a year. It is also strange to say, thousands of weapons fell into the river, it should have been deep in the bottom, how Rao was stormy, it cannot be said that it was rolled up from the bottom of the river. But people are amazed and amazed, and they still have to try their luck in the water.

The Hanzhu River is three miles away from the town of Chenjia Town, and on this day, regardless of the hawkers selling on the street or some taverns, all kinds of businesses have set up their stalls from the town to the Lijiang River only half a mile away. Looking at the riverside, it was even more lively, and there were three or four hundred warriors in various costumes.

It is the Chen family in the town, the last martial arts family where the little grandmaster Chen Jianhai sits, and there are only more than 150 people when they are full.

Upstream of the river, a stand rising from the ground looks a little majestic compared to the crowd below, and the platform built of a wooden structure is three zhang high, six or seven zhang long and wide.

Qi Ling and Chen Xiaobing stood in the crowd below, looking at the arrogant figures in the stands who thought they were different, and a middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy old man held a purple sheath knife that was more than four feet long. Behind him were young men and women, most of whom looked to be no more than thirty years old. There were thirty or forty people.

Chen Xiaobing, who was still wearing a dirty suit with his trousers rolled up, stepped on Qi Ling's ear and whispered: "The middle-aged man holding the purple sheath knife on the stage is the head of the Chen family. Most of the disciples behind him are some family sect disciples who came from the two counties, and most of these martial artists that we can see under the stage are rangers without sects, of course, not necessarily. ”

Qi Ling nodded, raised his eyes and swept around the people on the riverside, and happened to see the four scholars and men he saw in the small noodle restaurant on a day, just ten feet away from him, like most people, staring at the rolling and roaring Hanzhu River in front of him. and the burly old man in black are also on the riverside.

Chen Xiaobing seemed to have seen the pair of swordsmen and women in the stands at the door of the noodle shop that day, he himself was not eye-catching, there were many young men in the town like him who collected money to go into the water for other martial arts rangers on this day, but in order not to cause conflicts, the young man still leaned behind Qi Ling intentionally or unintentionally, blocking the staggered sight of the young men and women in the stands.

On the riverbank, a little closer to the river, three large fishing boats, seven or eight feet long, with thick masts, were moored at this time, and on the deck of each fishing boat there were already a dozen or so sailors with naked upper bodies. As soon as the tide passes, the river does not need to be completely calm before someone will go into the water to find treasures.

On the riverside platform, Chen Jianhai, who was dressed as a rich old man, rubbed the scabbard with one hand, shook his head and smiled: "Touching the treasure and picking up the leaks, how can there be so many magic weapons?

Fight for it, win it, win it, make a fortune, and leave a reputation. Luckily, if you really catch two swords, it can be regarded as God's favor, as for the perception, it depends on everyone's understanding!

If you really take a big shit luck and pick up a famous sword, then you have to have that ability to take it.

Most of them are right to come and see the excitement, and then pick a pair of eyes to live so two tricks, and some are willing to hire someone to touch the water, but after all, they are still a minority.

In addition to hiring people to go into the water, it is impossible for all martial artists to go into the water to touch the blind themselves, and in a higher sense, there are many people who have stayed in one realm for many years, hoping to watch the tide, maybe it is not impossible to have an instant epiphany.

Chen Jianhai looked at the rolling river, and sighed in his heart, twenty years ago, wasn't he the thunder knife created by the epiphany of the tide of the Hanzhu River for three days?

On the banks of the river, among the three or four hundred people, there are people who practice martial arts in the rivers and lakes, or holding hands, or carrying swords, or carrying swords......

Qi Ling took Chen Xiaobing and rushed to the front to slap the splash on the riverside, he was already in the realm of a small grandmaster, but it was a chance away, needless to say that there was no satisfactory weapon, with a weapon, it would take a chance to completely refine the bones into a tripod, and use the tripod to nourish the bones and establish the connection between the bones and the soldiers.

Qi Ling looked at the surging river, wave after wave, it seemed that one was one and two was two, but there was an endless connection, endless, chasing after each other.

He is not a disciple of the Xuanshui Sect of the Xizhou Immortal Cultivation Sect, he has no exercises of the water system, nor is he a spiritual root of the water system, and now, he is just a martial artist who refines the body.

Qi Ling closed his eyes, stretched out his palm to signal Chen Xiaobing to stay in place, he took three steps forward, the waves were flying, the river was turbid, and the wind formed by the flowing air hit Qi Ling's face head-on, on top of the green robe, the black hair on the back of his head that was tied at will by the cyan belt was scattered by the waves in an instant. It seems to want to fly, but it is drenched by the river, and it is just messy.

Many people in the rivers and lakes who were far away from the river were attracted by this strange blue-robed man, and their eyes were attracted.

Earlier, in the noodle shop, the old man and the young man sitting next to Qi Ling looked at the green robe at this time, and the young man in black turned his head to ask the burly old man beside him, "Uncle Hong, is there really someone who can have an epiphany?"

The burly old man shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I can't say, Chen Jianhai on the wooden platform really looked at the thunder knife created by the Han Zhujiang back then, and this young man in the green robe ...... It's hard to say. But young master, you still don't have to despise it, epiphany, after all, you need to be enlightened, and then look at that meal. How simple can it be with just one word?"

The man in black tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "No matter how bad my Lei Junhao is, even if he doesn't have a spiritual root, he can't cultivate immortals, and he should have to catch up with my father on the way to martial arts, otherwise he will be embarrassed, haha." ”

The burly old man who was called Hongbo by Lei Junhao said solemnly: "Young master, you have excellent roots, and it is only a matter of time before you catch up with the master. ”

The two of them, one old and one young, are Sun Hong, the head of the four King Kongs of the second-rate sect of the Chilei Gate in Dingguan County and Yushui County, and Lei Junhao, the son of Lei Liangpeng, the master of the Chilei Gate.

This time out of the Chilei Gate, it was Sun Hong to protect the young master Lei Junhao, who traveled to the two counties, mainly to go to various places to temper his mind, and also came to the end of the Hanzhu River to bump into the chance, and he was too lazy to say hello to Chen Jianhai, the head of the Chen family.

Not far from an old man and a young man, the burly old man always felt that the four people at the table in the noodle restaurant were intentionally or unintentionally casting their eyes on the two of them, and the old man turned his head to look at it, only to see the man wearing a sleeveless shoulder with a seven-ring saber in his arms, his hands around his chest, and his eyes closed to listen to the tide. The other three also watched the tide without saying a word, unaware of the burly old man's probing.

The scholar in white shook a peach blossom fan in his hand, a smile appeared in the corner of his eye, and said in a voice that he could almost hear: "I have already noticed my intentions." ”

The thin goatee old man next to the scholar looked at the tide and was silent, raised his hand and stroked his beard, "It's okay." ”

On the stands, Chen Jianhai noticed the blue-robed man standing by the waves on the riverside, and shook his head to play with the taste: "It's a little interesting." ”

Behind Chen Jianhai, among the sabre brothers and sisters from the Suoji Building, Yuan Xirou looked at the man by the river, her brows were tightly locked, and Liao Bingchu, who was worried that the little junior sister was deceived by the gangsters, looked at the mud-legged young man behind the blue-robed man and thought, if he hadn't stayed at Chen's house last night, he Liao Bingchu might have to let his junior sister pay for the meal and travel expenses before he could spend the night in the inn.

Liao Bingchu thought about it for a night last night, and he was sure that his money bag was the little beggar who hit him at the door of the noodle restaurant. It was just speculation, but he was sure he was right.