Sword comes

Chen Ping'an thought that if he were to touch stones during the day, he could start from Liu Xianyang's side and go all the way upstream to the covered bridge, so tonight he chose the position further upstream for the first launch, so he would stay away from the covered bridge. As well as the blue stone cliff called Qing Niu Bei in the local dialect, that is the place where Chen Ping'an first met the girl in blue clothes, and because of this, he missed the meeting with Song Jixin and the inspector.

On the other side of the covered bridge, a plaque with four characters "Fengshengshuiqi" hangs high.

The man in the white robe and jade belt was nominally the superintendent of Longyao, but in fact he was the first powerful vassal king of Dali. Under his leadership, Song Jixin came to the bottom of the steps of the covered bridge. The hanging pendant sachet, and a dragon-shaped jade pendant of ordinary material, the color is dull and unremarkable.On the contrary, the old dragon cloth rain jade pendant, which was more outstanding in terms of texture, appearance and meaning, was forcibly removed by the man, and it was absolutely not allowed to hang it.

Song Jixin was holding three incense sticks in his hands, and the boy stood under the steps, at a loss.

Song Changjing, the king of Dali Domain, turned around, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his fingers on the top of the three sticks of incense, and the incense was ignited.

The man said casually: "After kneeling down, face the plaque, kowtow three times, put the incense on the ground, and you're done."

Although Song Jixin was full of skepticism, he still knelt down and kowtowed three times with incense according to what the "uncle" who descended from the sky said.

Although the man said it lightly, but after the boy knelt down, his face was solemn and extremely complicated. Looking at the ground where the boy kowtowed, he revealed a deeply hidden hatred.

Putting the three sticks of incense on the ground, after getting up, Song Jixin asked, "It doesn't matter if I put incense here?"

The man smiled and said, "It's just a ceremony. Don't be too concerned. From now on, learn to act on the scene first, otherwise you may be too busy in the future."

The man put away his smile, "Just don't forget that this covered bridge is yours... the land of Longxing."

Song Jixin's lips were dark blue. I don't know if it was caused by frostbite due to the cold in the spring. The young man pretended to be relaxed and said, "These four words shouldn't be used casually, right?"

The man slapped his stomach with one hand and held the white jade belt around his waist with the other, laughing and saying, "It's natural to be like this in the capital, so it's fine here, there are neither temple dogs nor wild dogs, and no one will catch this king. A bite."

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

The man asked back: "This king is in the Dali Dynasty, and he has been beaten all over the mountain. If there is nothing to be afraid of, wouldn't it be more comfortable than the person sitting on the dragon chair? Boy, do you think this is reasonable?"

Song Jixin thought for a while, and after hesitating, he still made up his mind and asked, "Are you keeping a low profile? Or are you keeping a low profile?"

The man laughed dumbly, pointed his finger at the sharp-edged boy, shook his head and said, "You really dare to say these outrageous words, you don't know the seriousness and interests, whether you go to the capital in the future, or go to a certain immortal mansion on the mountain, temporarily. Avoid the limelight, this king advises you, don’t be so reckless in words and deeds, or you will definitely get bad luck.”

Song Jixin nodded and said, "I remember."

The man pointed to the golden plaque, "Feng Shengshui rises, wind rises and water rises, this king asks you, water rises, how do you rise?"

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

The man muttered, "What you know is what you know, and what you don't know is what you don't know. It's also knowledge. What nonsense, scholars are just assholes, and they have to come up with nine bends and eighteen bends."

But facing the young man, this man had to be a little gentle, "If my lord remembers correctly, in the past 3000 years in your town, no matter how big the flood, the highest water level of this creek has never been higher than the tip of a rusty sword. "

Song Jixin was puzzled and said: "The old man who lives in the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane does often tell us this saying under the locust tree. Is there really a mystery in this?" The man pointed his finger to the far away, it was a small stream Leaving the exit of the mountains, he said with a smile: "Among the mountains and forests, snakes have snake paths, and inside houses, rats have rat paths. As for the rivers and streams, there are Jiaojiao paths."

The man retracted his fingers and explained patiently: "There are many other places in the Dali Dynasty, and there are actually many customs of hanging swords under bridges, but those copper money swords, peach wood swords or talisman swords often can't stop a mountain dragon forest python from entering the river once. , can't stop the second time, even many people hanging the magic sword are shallow, and the power of walking the river once, can't stand it, but it annoys the dragons in the flood, so once the flood passes, it can be The bridge that doesn't need to collapse has collapsed, and the sword is gone. Only this sword in this place..."

Halfway through the man's words, he fell silent.

Song Jixin kept holding back and didn't ask.

The man sighed and said: "Only this sword, from the first day it was hung under the bridge, was not aimed at any Jiaolong crossing the river, but was used by the sage to suppress the exit of the locked dragon well, the so-called exit. , that is, the deep pool under the bridge, to prevent the dragon's air from overflowing and dispersing too fast, so as not to force this small world to break."

Song Jixin asked sharply, "Is the last true dragon in the world dead?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "In the battle of slaying the dragon 3000 years ago, countless Qi refiners died, and even the saints of the three religions and the masters of the hundred schools also fell. You kid, you think all of them are brains. , or did the sage spend a lot of his life on dogs? He purposely kept the last real dragon and raised it as a normal flower, bird, fish and insect?"

Song Jixin retorted: "Maybe it's impossible to kill the real dragon completely? You can only use the tactics of slowing down and nibbling away. Although I don't know the original intention and plan of the saint thousands of years ago, I can guess that one. A real dragon is definitely not easy!"

After the man shook his head, he nodded, "You're half right, the real dragon is dead. As for its true identity and symbolic meaning, the three words 'not simple' can never bear it."

Song Jixin hesitated.

"In short, all Da Li's plans and countless efforts are just for the sake of 'making wind and water' 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 slaughtered dragons in 3000 years, I can't answer you. But if you ask why you are left here, why are you Dali?" The honorable prince born in the first line, this king can tell you the truth in every detail."

Song Jixin lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

If the boy didn't ask, the man naturally wouldn't be self-motivated. When he reached the top floor of the steps, he turned to face the town and said, "In the future, I will be more energetic, and I will fight with Liu Xianyang and the like, and even have murderous intentions. Don't you think it's too expensive?"

Song Jixin sat at the top of the steps, looked towards the north together with the man, and asked an irrelevant question, "Our Dali is at the northernmost tip of East Treasure Pingzhou?"

The man nodded and said: "Well, it has been regarded as a barbarian in the north for nearly a thousand years. Now it's just that the fist is hard enough to win a little respect."

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

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

Song Jixin was at a loss.

Song Changjing smiled and said: "He is now our Dali national teacher, and even the mentor of your compatriot brother. In the past 50 years, my Dali has been able to change from 140 counties and [-] cities in the founding of the country to become Today's [-] counties, [-] cities, the expansion of the territory is so large, this person is half of the credit."

Song Jixin suddenly looked up.

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

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

Another person's exploits for Da Li's pioneering and territorial development are obvious, far away from the horizon.

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

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 of the old Longcheng and let him find a way to kill Liu Xianyang. However, I never felt in my heart that a Liu Xianyang was qualified to be on an equal footing with me, even if he had a long-standing family heritage. I killed him, but I just thought that if I killed him, I wouldn't have to pay a big price, that's all."

Song Changjing got some interest, "So, do you have other knots in your heart?"

The boy touched his neck and remained silent.

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In the middle of the night, Wan Lai was silent.

There were still people walking on the street in the town. She was slender and dressed in thin clothes. When she walked through the iron lock well in Xinghua Lane, she gritted her teeth. She came to the leafy old locust tree. According to the old man's words, the tree did not know how long it had lived, and no matter when it fell, it would never hit anyone, and it was very spiritual.

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

She opened the ancient book she had borrowed from her son, and began to "follow the picture".

She reported her names one by one, like a general who ordered soldiers on the battlefield.

When she was a little dry, she stopped calling, holding the local county annals that Song Jixin called "the book outside the wall" in one hand, pointing at the locust tree with the other, and scolded her head up: "Shame on you. is not it?!"

Silence and no answer.

The girl immediately stomped her feet and scolded, "Four surnames and ten clans, let's start with the four surnames, Lu, Li, Zhaosong, you four surnames, be familiar with each other, hurry up, drop at least three locust leaves for each surname, one less locust leaf, I Wang Zhu will never end with you in this life! After going out, clean up one by one, no matter whether you are young and strong, or women, children and children, you are a group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves anyway, is it reasonable to be ungrateful?!"

The girl was out of breath, holding her waist with one hand, still scolding, "The surname Song, the Dali Dynasty can take your surname, who is the greatest hero? You don't know? Are you acting stupid with me? When you go out, let Da Li surnamed Lu and Zhao surname anything, but not Song?!"

"The top ten families, each surname has two locust leaves, and the rest of the common surnames, at least one, of course, if anyone has the courage to bet, the more the better, I will make him a lot of money in the future!"

"The Cao family of the ten clans, yes, the Cao family of a bastard Cao Xi! This bastard didn't do any disgusting things back then, and when he was wearing open-crotch pants, he was full of bad water! Except for the two locust leaves, you must Give me one more as a supplement, otherwise I, Wang Zhu, swore that after I go out, I will make Cao Xi cut off his sons and grandchildren! How dare such an immoral ghost become the real king of a country?!"

"And that Xie family, your family has a guy named Xie Shi, right? Well, I have a little friendship with him. If it wasn't for me, he would have been washed away by the flood, so you don't give me more Huai Ye, is it fair?"

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

For example, a strict father who can only scold his children and teach them a lesson is a little helpless when he sees a child who is arrogant and arrogant as he grows older.

It was only when he saw that the girl kept flipping through the book, and then the leaves of the locust leaves that had left the branches fell into the pages of the book, Qi Jingchun felt a little relieved.

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

The girl seemed to sense something and turned her head back suddenly.

There is no shadow.

The girl was disappointed, shook her head, no longer thought deeply, and turned back to continue scolding Huai.