Li Xiuzhen sent Ye Ziyu out early. Ye Yu was the only one in Zhizhu Lane, wearing white clothes and sitting quietly on the mouth of the well.
The blood river gurgled into the well, and Ye Yu looked at the seal at the bottom of the well, feeling peaceful in his heart.
After all, he is no longer the young boy he once was. After a long time in the world, it is rare that Ye Yu doesn't have a big quarrel with Li Xiuzhen, which actually makes Li Xiuzhen a little surprised.
Ye Yu sat on the well and began to tell a story.
The story begins in Fengning more than 20 years ago. There was a girl in a family whose parents died early. The girl was strong and self-reliant. In order to make a living, she did the simplest sewing work for the people in the village. People in the village also tacitly gave their goodwill to this girl who was born unlucky.
This is Wang Wan when she was young.
Later, when the girl grew up to be a grown-up girl, she met the first different person in her life.
That day by the river, Wang Wan was beating her clothes when she suddenly saw a slovenly man sitting on the stone next to him. Wang Wan was washing her clothes by herself. The man sat motionless until the sun showed up.
"It's going to rain, please go back quickly." Wang Wan picked up the wooden basin and kindly reminded the man.
Unexpectedly, the man turned a deaf ear to Wang Wan's advice. Instead, he stood up and walked towards the rushing river.
Wang Wan stood there blankly looking at the man's back, not wanting to leave for a moment or not.
It was strange that drizzle suddenly started to fall in the sky. Every morning in Fenning City, when the sun just started to rise, there would be a sudden drizzle. The rain was not heavy, but it was very precious to the people who had suffered from drought for a long time. .
It was obvious that the man was very weak. His body was thin and his face was pale. His hair had grown so long that it covered his eyes. His beard had not been trimmed for an unknown period of time, and his clothes were in tatters. Even so, the man still lingered around here for a long time. No one knew where he came from. People just regarded him as a beggar.
"All things are born evil, how to change it? It is easy to say the word "rules", how to define good and evil."
The man murmured to himself, not realizing that half of his body was already submerged in the water.
"Hey!" Wang Wan on the bank bit her lip and shouted to the man. Seeing that the man didn't respond, Wang Wan hurriedly put down her clothes and ran towards the man.
The light rain turned into huge raindrops in the blink of an eye, and fell into a vast expanse of water vapor in the river, obstructing people's vision.
In this weather, Wang Wan sighed secretly, and now she has to take a bath again when she goes back.
The water has reached the man's waist, but the man is still mumbling: "Who can determine good and evil, who can be the sword bearer, who can represent fairness..."
Suddenly, the man felt himself being pulled backwards forcefully. The man looked back and saw that Wang Wan had already jumped into the river and was using all his strength to pull herself away from the dangerous river.
The man looked up at the strange heavy rain and reached out to catch the rain in the eyes of the worldly man.
The rain fell into my hands, sending a warm breath along my palms.
It turns out to be the Guardian's Sandao.
The man felt silently sad in his heart, another senior passed away.
At this moment, the originally gentle Shuiyang River was affected by Sandao and became extremely ferocious.
Wang Wan was really angry. This idiot didn't move at all. She tried her best but still couldn't pull him out. She could only watch the river rising and flooding their chests.
In the turbulent water, the power of demons flowed down the river and impacted the boundaries of the three places.
In the huge dark clouds, the demon's disguise appeared and disappeared, and the demon's ferocious laughter echoed in the hearts of all the cultivators.
"The guardian is dead, let me see what you can do to stop me!"
The man understood clearly in his heart that the daily morning rain in this city was the guardian who spent his time giving some protection to the people in this city.
This old monk who is proficient in water magic is very familiar to the man. He once talked with his father all night long, and he would smile and touch his head and say in praise, "This son will become a great person in the future."
Would such a person die like this?
Wang Wan finally heard the man speak, it was an extremely gentle voice.
"Everyone who sees me, monsters and monsters, avoids me. How dare you be so presumptuous?"
The man held Wang Wan in his arms and used his fingers as a sword to gently draw towards the river. The turbulent river water was immediately divided into two.
"retreat!"
The man pressed his palm down, and the river water carrying the power of the demon was suppressed by the man, unable to move.
"Who are you!" Hui said in horror. It had not seen such a strong human being for at least 150 years.
"You don't need to know who I am, I'm a human being."
After the man calmly hugged Wang Wan and walked ashore, he took out his hand and slowly kneaded the knot.
"May the heroes who died in the war rest in peace, and may the cries of children be silenced. I am willing to use this as a guarantee, and I am willing to end all injustices in the world."
The man looked calm, pointed at the river with one hand, and crossed the sky with the other hand. The entire river was lifted up and hung in the air.
Hui watched the man's movements quietly, and didn't laugh until the man's last movement: "I see, that's it, I'm the descendant of that old man."
The man frowned: "You can also mention the previous head of the family?"
After that, the man waved his sleeves, and the river water turned into a silver thread and flew towards Zhizhu Lane. Before leaving, he regretfully mentioned: "I have been waiting for thirty years, so why not wait for another thirty years? Ye Qingfeng, you will definitely be the one to release me at that time!"
"Noisy." Ye Qingfeng clapped his hands and sealed Hui again.
After doing all this, Ye Qingfeng sighed, wiped his hair that had been wetted by the rain with his hands, and his field of vision suddenly broadened.
After staying here for a long time, a major issue was finally solved.
Ye Qingming was in a daze, and without realizing it, he took out the wine gourd from the jade pendant that stored the items, raised his head and took a deep sip.
Those old guys in the family who opposed their succession to the position of head of the family were restless all day long, and arranged many "observation of people's sentiments" tasks for themselves in different ways every day, in order to keep themselves away from Kyoto.
A tiny sneeze brought Ye Qingming back to reality. He turned around and looked at the woman in front of him. Wang Wan lowered his head and felt his face was a little hot. I just saw him in a trance, but he couldn't help but sneeze because he was cold. It was really embarrassing.
"I shocked you." Ye Qingming clasped his fists and apologized. Wang Wan waved her hands repeatedly when she saw this: "It's okay, it's okay, I just happened to pass by..."
"A girl with a kind heart must be a blessed person, but please don't tell anyone about what happened today."
Ye Qingming took out a bag of spirit coins from his pocket and stuffed it into Wang Wan's hand.
"These are some thank you gifts, please don't refuse." Ye Qingming thought for a while and then warned: "If possible, girl, please move out of Zhizhu Lane as soon as possible."
Wang Wan stared at the bag in her hand blankly, and suddenly heard the words of the man in front of her. She didn't know why and asked: "Why?"
"The feng shui is not good." Ye Qingming said lightly and left.
Watching the man leave, Wang Wan pursed her lips and thought about what a weirdo he was.
The rain stopped, and Wang Wan shivered when the wind blew. She decided to be lazy today, but the neighbors in Zhizhu Lane...for a long time! Think of it as a reward for saving people! Just rest for half a day!
The woman reached an agreement with herself, and she was in a good mood and walked back to Zhizhu Lane while humming a song.
Ye Qingming, who was silently watching Wang Wan leave from a distance, couldn't help but smile knowingly after hearing Wang Wan's thoughts. She is such a lovely girl.
Turning around, a man lit a cigarette and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Are you the second son of the Ye family, Ye Qingming?" the man blew out a smoke ring and asked.
"You are Comrade Liu Cong. Hello, I am Ye Qingming."
Ye Qingming stretched out his hand, Liu Cong was stunned for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to shake it lightly.
"On behalf of the Jiangnan Military Region, I welcome you."
"It's my first time here. I hope Mr. Liu will take care of me."
"Wherever, let's walk."
While the two were walking together, Liu Cong suddenly said: "Do you like that girl just now?"
Ye Qingming was choked up and didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only smile awkwardly.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Liu Cong lit another cigarette: "That girl had a miserable life experience and relied on the people in Zhizhu Lane for help. She is a nice person but a little bit heartless."
When Ye Qingming heard this, he looked at Liu Cong with a strange look in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm not familiar with her." Liu Cong said without squinting.
Seeing this, Ye Qingming didn't say much and changed the subject: "Then what should I do next."
Liu Cong smiled mysteriously: "We will know when the time comes."
Ye Qingming felt a headache coming on again. People in the military always like this.
When he arrived at the Jiangnan Military Region, Liu Cong took himself to meet the legendary man among the Three Heroes of Jiangnan.
The man who participated in three demon-suppressing stone battles, three self-defense counterattacks, and recaptured the city of Jinling from strangers is the contemporary head of the Chen family, Chen Jingzhi, who is known as one of the two heroes in the military.
This long list of titles alone was enough for Ye Qingming to work hard to deal with it.
Pushing open the heavy maroon wooden door, Ye Qingming saw this legendary man.
In the large reception room, Chen Jingzhi and several other military leaders were sitting at the table, sipping white wine and sipping the wine from time to time.
"Hey, don't tell me, it's just that our own wine tastes good. The wine we drank with Mao Xiong and the others at the Northern Fortress was not very good."
"You old boy are just bragging. Who doesn't know that you, Old Xu, lived a good life when you went to the northern fortress? It's not like me. When I went to Qizhou Island, I didn't even drink a sip of wine on the way. I couldn't even drink it every day. I couldn’t even eat it, I ate all the potatoes in my life that time.”
"Let me tell you, you are all blessed and don't know how lucky you are. Just last time when the demons invaded, I was on the front line fighting. Do you know what food and drink there is in those poor places? Hey, I tell you, no! I drink the blood of demons every day to quench my thirst, and when I’m hungry, I eat their flesh!”
Chen Jingzhi was probably drunk. He smiled as he watched several people quarreling over each other, but he just clapped his hands and laughed.
Seeing the old guys in front of him talking to each other, Chen Jingzhi felt happy from the bottom of his heart. Although the past life was a bit harder, these old guys were still alive.
"Ahem... Chief, we're here." Liu Cong knocked on the door and saw no one answered him, so he coughed twice and said.
A person as gentle as water is Ye Qingming's first evaluation of this middle-aged man who is nearly fifty years old.
"Hello, chief, my name is Ye Qingming." Ye Qingming bowed.
"Nonsense, what are you talking about in front of the chief?" Liu Cong scolded softly.
"Hey, hey, hey... Xiao Liu, we're here again. What's wrong with the scholar saluting us in the scholar's way? I think it's very good. Who said that we must give military salutes when we meet?" Chen Jingzhi's eyes were gentle and gentle. He slowly stood up and walked towards Ye Qingming.
Several middle-aged men who were chattering just now also became quiet now, sitting where they were and looking at Ye Qingming.
"I am Chen Jingzhi, welcome Mr. Ye."
Chen Jingzhi stretched out his hand. Ye Qingming was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly held Chen Jingzhi's hand with both hands.
After some common conversation, Chen Jingzhi finally proposed the mission of Ye Qingming's trip.
The thirty-three cities of Lin, Hui, and Jiangzhou are under the jurisdiction of the Jiangnan Military Region. The place where the Yangtze River flows has been a land of wealth since ancient times. As many as seventeen of the seventy-two demons were suppressed here.
"Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, external enemies have been eyeing us. The south, east, and even the north have also made some moves. War has been fought again and again, and the people are suffering."
Chen Jingzhi frowned, and this man who had fought all his life rarely showed a sad expression at this moment.
"If it hadn't been for the accident, we wouldn't have bothered Mr. Ye to make a trip." Liu Cong said beside him.
This made Ye Qingming even more curious about what could make Chen Jingzhi so worried.
After several rounds of understanding, Ye Qingming realized that it turned out that the Yike elders in charge of Linzhou and Jiangzhou had died one after another, and Yike had not yet chosen a replacement. Coinciding with the natural disaster, Linzhou experienced a severe drought for three consecutive months. The rivers dried up and the crops died. People cannibalism has already appeared in many cities.
Speaking of this, Chen Jingzhi stared at the ceiling blankly, and two lines of pure tears fell silently.
"Xu Yuanxia, what a good comrade."
The man sighed.
Liu Zong was silent. Xu Yuanxia was the guardian of Fengning City who had just died. Being proficient in water magic, the only way he could think of to save the common people was to use his own blood to turn into a light rain every morning.
"Chief, I understand, I am willing."
Ye Qingming stood up and gave a solemn military salute.
There are difficulties in the world, and we, as cultivators, cannot just sit idly by.
Chen Jingzhi closed his eyes and nodded heavily.
"On behalf of the country and people, I sincerely thank you."
Ye Qingming disappeared in place and immediately arrived at the foot of the southernmost mountain outside Fengning City.
The high mountain in front of us is called Daojian Mountain, so named because of its steepness.
Ye Qingming began to climb up.
"Chief, do you really believe he can do it?" Inside the room, Liu Cong looked at the place where Ye Qingming had stood and asked aloud.
"A spiritual swordsman who was born in one of the five major families and is invincible within a century, the next head of the Ye family, the wearer of the Sword Immortal Sword of Thunder, and the swordsman Ling Longbing who is the leader of the Eight Cultivators of the Founding of the People's Republic of China. He is only twenty years old now. "
Chen Jingzhi closed his eyes and sighed heavily: "How can you not believe it?"
