Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan thought that if he touched rocks during the day in the future, he could start from Liu Xianyang and go upstream to the covered bridge, so tonight he chose the place further upstream where he first entered the water, so he would stay away from the covered bridge. And the blue stone cliff called Qingniu's Back in the local dialect is the place where Chen Ping'an first met the girl in green. He also missed the meeting with Song Jixin and the supervisor.

On the other side of the covered bridge, there is a plaque with the four characters "Wind and Water Rises" hanging high.

The man in the white robe and jade belt was nominally the inspector of Long Kiln, but in fact he was the most powerful vassal king of Dali. Under his leadership, Song Jixin came to the bottom of the steps of the covered bridge. Before coming, he not only bathed and changed clothes in the official office, but also A hanging sachet and a dragon-shaped jade pendant made of ordinary material, dull in color and unremarkable. On the contrary, the Laolong Buyu jade pendant, which was more outstanding in terms of texture, appearance and meaning, was forced to be taken off by the man and was absolutely not allowed to be worn.

Song Jixin held three sticks of incense in his hand, and the young man stood at the foot of the steps, at a loss.

Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li clan, turned around, stretched out his hand, and lightly twisted the tops of the three incense sticks with his two fingers, and the incense was lit.

The man said casually: "Kneel down, face the plaque, kowtow three times, stick the incense on the ground, and that's it."

Although Song Jixin was full of doubts, he still followed the instructions of the "uncle" who descended from the sky, held incense, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Although the man spoke calmly, after the young man knelt down, his expression was solemn and extremely complicated. He looked at the ground where the young man was kowtowing, revealing deep-seated hatred.

After placing three sticks of incense on the ground and standing up, Song Jixin asked, "Is it okay to burn incense here?"

The man smiled and said: "It's just a ritual. Don't take it too seriously. From now on, learn to play tricks on the occasion, otherwise you may be too busy in the future."

The man stopped smiling and said, "But don't forget, this covered bridge is your...Longxing Land."

Song Jixin's lips were black and blue, probably due to frostbite due to the cold spring weather. The young man pretended to be relaxed and said, "You shouldn't use these four words casually, right?"

The man patted his stomach with one hand and held the white jade belt around his waist with the other. He laughed and said: "It's natural when you get to the capital. It's no problem here. There are no domestic dogs in temples or wild dogs in the world. No one will catch me. A random bite.”

Song Jixin asked curiously: "Are you also afraid of being criticized?"

The man asked back: "In the Great Li Dynasty, I have defeated invincible opponents all over the mountain. If I don't have anything to fear, wouldn't I be more comfortable than the man sitting on the dragon throne? Boy, do you think this is true?"

Song Jixin thought about it for a while, and after hesitation, he still made up his mind and asked: "Are you hiding your strength and biding your time? Or are you trying to support the bandits?"

The man laughed dumbly, pointed at the sharp-edged young man, shook his head and said: "You really dare to say these rebellious words, you are so ignorant of the pros and cons. In the future, whether you arrive in the capital, you should go to a certain immortal family mansion in the mountains. Take shelter from the limelight, I would like to advise you not to be so careless with your words and deeds, otherwise you will definitely be in bad luck."

Song Jixin nodded and said, "I remember."

The man pointed to the golden plaque and said, "The wind is rising and the water is rising. The wind is rising and the water is rising. I ask you, how do you do it when the water rises?"

Song Jixin said simply: "I don't know."

The man muttered, "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, it's knowing. What nonsense, scholars are just frivolous, even if they fart, they will make twists and turns."

However, facing the young man, this man had to be a little more elegant, "If I remember correctly, no matter how big the flood has been in your town for three thousand years, the highest water level of this creek has never been higher than the tip of the rusty sword bar. "

Song Jixin asked doubtfully: "The old man who lives over the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane does often talk to us about this statement under the locust tree. Is there really a mystery in this?"

The man pointed to the far distance, where the stream exited the mountains, and said with a smile: "Between the mountains and forests, snakes have their own paths, and inside the houses, rats have their own paths. As for the rivers and streams, there are dragons." There is a Jiao Dao."

The man retracted his fingers and explained patiently: "In many other places in the Great Li Dynasty, there are actually many customs of hanging swords under bridges. However, those copper coin swords, peach wood swords or talisman swords can often block the entry of mountain dragons and forest pythons into the river. , can no longer stop the second time, even many people who hang the magic sword are shallow, and they cannot withstand the power of the river. Instead, they annoy the dragons in the flood, so once the flood is over, they can The bridge that didn't need to collapse also collapsed, and the sword disappeared. Only this sword in this place..."

The man finished speaking and fell silent.

Song Jixin couldn't bear to ask any further questions.

The man sighed and said: "Only this sword, from the first day it was hung under the bridge, was not aimed at any dragon crossing the river, but was used by the saint to suppress the exit of the Dragon Locking Well. The so-called exit , that is, the deep pool under the bridge, to prevent the dragon's energy from overflowing and dispersing too quickly, so as not to forcefully burst this small world."

Song Jixin pointedly asked: "Is the last true dragon in the world dead?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "In that dragon-slaying battle three thousand years ago, countless Qi refiners died. Even the saints of the three religions and the masters of hundreds of schools also fell. You kid thinks that all of them are stupid. Or did the saint spend a lot of his life like a dog? Did he deliberately keep the last real dragon and raise it as an ordinary flower, bird, fish, and insect?"

Song Jixin retorted: "Maybe it's impossible to completely kill the real dragon? We can only use delaying tactics and cannibalization. Although I don't know the original intention and plan of the saint thousands of years ago, I can guess that Real dragons are definitely not simple!”

After the man shook his head, he also nodded, "You are half right. The real dragon is undoubtedly dead. As for its true identity and symbolic meaning, the word 'not simple' cannot bear it."

Song Jixin was about to speak but stopped.

"In short, all Da Li's plans and countless efforts are just to 'make things happen' and for the great cause of going south in the future."

The man walked up the steps first and said slowly: "If you ask me why the saints have killed the dragon for three thousand years, I can't answer you. But if you ask why you are left here, why are you the direct descendant of Da Li? Your noble prince, I can tell you the truth."

Song Jixin lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

The young man didn't ask, so the man would naturally not be sentimental. When he reached the highest level of the steps, he turned around and faced the town, "In the future, you will be more generous. You will fight with Liu Xianyang and others, and even have murderous intentions. You Don’t you mind the price drop?”

Song Jixin sat at the top of the steps, looked to the north with the man, and asked an irrelevant question, "Our Da Li is at the northernmost point of the East Aquarius Continent?"

The man nodded and said: "Well, he has been regarded as a barbarian in the north for nearly a thousand years. Now he only wins a little respect if he has a strong fist."

Song Jixin still lowered his head, but his eyes were burning.

The man named Song Changjing said calmly: "When you arrive in the capital, be careful of a person nicknamed 'Xiuhu'."

Song Jixin was confused.

Song Changjing smiled and said: "He is now our Grand Master of Da Li, and even more so the mentor of your compatriot brother. In the past fifty years, I, Da Li, have been able to transform from seventy counties and eight hundred cities since the founding of the country. This person has half of the credit for the 140 counties, 1,500 cities, and the expansion of the territory."

Song Jixin suddenly looked up.

The man smiled, "Boy, you guessed it right."

The man was also sitting on the steps, with his hands on his knees and looking up into the distance.

Another person's contribution to opening up territory for Da Li is obvious, far away and right before our eyes.

At this moment, Song Jixin was trembling all over and his scalp was numb.

The two were speechless. After a long time, Song Jixin suddenly said: "Uncle, although I have murderous intentions for Liu Xianyang, I even considered making a deal with Fu Nanhua from Old Dragon City and asking him to find a way to kill Liu Xianyang. However, I have never felt in my heart that Liu Xianyang is qualified to be equal to me, even if he has a long-standing family inheritance. I killed him because I just felt that I wouldn't have to pay a high price to kill him, that's all."

Song Changjing became a little more interested, "So, you have other concerns?"

The young man touched his neck and remained silent.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

There was actually someone walking on the street in the small town. Her figure was slender and her clothes were thin. When she walked through the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane, she gritted her teeth. When she passed the archway, she kicked a stone pillar hard. Finally, She came to the leafy old locust tree. According to what the old man said, the tree had lived for an unknown period of time, and no matter when it dropped dead branches, it would never hit anyone. It was extremely spiritual.

The girl who swaggered under the tree, of course, was quite dismissive of these remarks.

She opened the ancient book she borrowed from her son and began to "search for it according to the pictures."

She called out names one by one, like a general preparing troops on the battlefield.

When her mouth became dry, she stopped the roll call, holding the local county chronicle that Song Jixin called "the book outside the wall" in one hand, pointing to the locust tree with the other, raising her head and cursing: "Shame on you!" Yes or no?!"

Quietly, there was no reply.

The girl immediately stamped her feet and cursed loudly, "There are four surnames and ten tribes. Let's start with the four surnames. Lu, Li, Zhao, Song, you four surnames, please be more knowledgeable. Hurry up, at least three locust leaves will fall from each surname. One locust leaf is missing. I Wang Zhu will never be done with you in this life! After he goes out, he will deal with you one by one, no matter whether you are young and strong, or women and children, you are all a bunch of ignorant white-eyed wolves, how can you be ungrateful?!"

The girl was breathless from scolding, holding her waist with one hand, still cursing, "Song, the Great Li Dynasty can have your last name, who is the biggest contributor? You don't know it? Are you pretending to be stupid with me? Believe it or not? When you get out, let Da Li be surnamed Lu, Zhao, or anything else, but not Song?!"

"Two locust leaves for each surname of the ten major families, and at least one for other ordinary surnames. Of course, if anyone has the courage to bet, the more the better. I will definitely let him make a lot of money later!"

"The Cao family among the ten tribes, yes, it is the Cao family that gave birth to the bastard Cao Xi! This bastard didn't do anything disgusting back then, and he was full of bad things when he wore crotchless pants! In addition to two locust leaves, you must Give me an extra one as a supplement, otherwise I, Wang Zhu, swear that after I go out, I will make Cao Xi cut off his descendants! He dares to urinate into the well, how did such a wicked ghost become the true king of a country?!"

"And the Xie family, your family has a guy named Xie Shi, right? Well, I have some friendship with him. If it weren't for me, he would have been washed away by the flood, so why don't you give me one more Sophora japonica, does that make sense?"

In the distance, Qi Jingchun quietly looked at the scene under the locust tree without saying a word.

For example, a strict father who only knows how to discipline his children feels helpless when dealing with a child who gets older and becomes more arrogant.

But when he saw the girl constantly turning the pages of the book, and then the locust leaves leaving the branches one after another, falling between the pages of the book, Qi Jingchun felt a little relieved.

After a thousand words, Qi Jingchun finally just murmured: "Be good after leaving home."

The girl seemed to sense something and suddenly looked back.

There was no sign of anyone.

The girl felt lost, shook her head, stopped thinking deeply, and turned back to scold Huai.