Yan Yu soon realized that he had been thinking something wrong. It turned out that he had always thought that the snake demon came here, which caused continuous autumn rain to come in the town. But just now, he remembered that the snake demon was just a blue-hair realm. Even if the green snake became a monster, it was far from reaching the realm of resonance with the world. Therefore, this autumn rain was obviously not a strange phenomenon caused by the green snake.

But he checked the county annals and knew that this place would not rain like this every autumn. The autumn rain is abnormal, but it has nothing to do with the snake demon. Generally speaking, it should be something else.

As for what it is, Yan Yu can't figure it out.

But he knew one thing that the monk who could trigger vision was definitely far from his opponent.

Therefore, the face looks a little ugly.

But in this remote countryside, where would there be monks here?

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There is a small river in Baiyu Town, called Baiyu River. The specialty of the river is small, and the number of white fish is small. Occasionally, some people in the town can catch some, but even after catching white fish, no one takes these fish home. Even the name of Baiyu Town comes from this river, and the people in the town naturally love these white fish.

The autumn rain has been going on these days, and there are few pedestrians in the town. The town is not big and there are not many residents. After seeing no pedestrians, the streets in the alleys are more or less deserted. But at this moment, there is a middle-aged man with a beard slowly walking next to the white fish river, with muddy feet everywhere, but he just walked all the way and muttered, but he didn't speak loudly and said quickly, so naturally no one could hear it clearly.

Occasionally, when passing by, when you see this middle-aged man, you will always glance at it, and you will no longer be interested in looking at this sloppy middle-aged man. In fact, if they think about it carefully, they should know that the autumn rain is constantly stopping, and everyone is holding an oil paper umbrella when going out. Why is this middle-aged man not only not holding an umbrella, but also not seeing a trace of wetness on his body.

The man wearing an ordinary cotton coat slowly walked by the river, looking at the white fish that he occasionally saw in the river, and pulled the corners of his mouth, "Forget it, there is a little demon in this town, why did your sword become a spirit? I hid with me for three days, and wait for me to find you guys, and I will see if I don't deal with you well."

Perhaps the middle-aged man's words made a sword in the river hear it. In this moment, the white fish river suddenly became a little strange. The white fish that had not been long ago are now gathering in a pile, occasionally exposed to the water, as if they were looking at the man.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man patted his waist and laughed silently, "You are still hesitating. It is a blessing to meet me in this mountain and river. If I hadn't had I insisted on killing the monster before, why would the sword break? I promise, if you were willing to follow me, I would definitely treat you well. Besides, you have developed such intelligence, how could you break it just by saying that?"

The middle-aged man talked about conditions with a certain sword by the river. If he was watched by others, he would definitely think that this person was either a lunatic or a fool.

"You guy, you have to know that I, Chen Sheng, are a genius of swordsmanship that is hard to see in the mountains and rivers. It is absolutely right to follow me!"

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But it seemed as if Chen Sheng had let him say so much, a certain sword in the river was still indifferent.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng said angrily: "You are obviously a sword. Could it be that you will follow me as a swordsman, and you still want to be a magic weapon for monks of the Three Sects? If this is true, where is your character as a sword? The one who forged you back then will definitely be ashamed of you!"

There was still no response in the White Fish River.

"You guy, don't be too greedy. You go out and inquire. It's only less than a hundred years. I, Chen Sheng, have entered the Chaomu Realm. Can't this speed of cultivation be called a genius of swordsmanship? In the Chaomu Realm, he dared to go deep into the demon land and kill a demon in the Spring and Autumn Realm. How many people can compare with this courage and this swordsmanship cultivation in this mountain and river?"

Chen Sheng tried his best to say this matter, but he obviously wanted to act arrogantly, but he was suppressed by himself, which seemed a little less than he imagined, but he should have been proud.

After all, who in this world can kill a demon in the Spring and Autumn realm like him, and even escape without any hesitation?

But even if he said so, the White Fish River still did not react.

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In the autumn rain, a middle-aged man squatted by the river and cursed, and the object of the scolding was still a sword. If someone was watching him, wouldn't he be shocked to fall off?

It seemed that he was a little tired of scolding. Chen Sheng casually found a big willow tree to lean on it, and finally asked with a weak and vicious attitude, "Can you follow me?"

Unable to get a response, Chen Sheng nodded, knowing that it was the result, he didn't say much this time, and pulled off a few leaves from the big willow tree beside him, and snorted coldly: "You have to make me move."

After saying this, Chen Sheng threw out the willow leaves casually. After the leaves were taken off, they seemed to have become a little sharp and shot into the river one by one, which soon caused countless splashes of water.

Many white fish in the river were swam around in panic.

Just a moment later, somewhere in the White Fish River exploded, and a three-foot-long white fish broke out of the water and drew an arc in the sky. It seemed as if he had looked at Chen Sheng with a mocking look and then fell into the river.

Chen Sheng cursed, "Is it so amazing that you have become a sting?"

He turned his head and pulled off a lot of willow leaves from the big willow tree. When he threw it out, he formed a straight line. He grabbed one end and the other end went straight into the river, like a fisherman fishing.

But others just use bait to fish, but Chen Sheng is fishing for swords today. The so-called "bait" is not other things, it is the sword energy.

Widths of sharp sword energy attached to the willow leaves.

Continuously entering the river.

In the river, the white fish, which was as long as three feet long, was fleeing in panic, but in the end the fish tail was wrapped up by the willow leaves. The more they struggled, the more they caused countless splashes.

On the river bank, Chen Sheng laughed loudly, pulled the willow leaves back, and pulled the white fish out of the river, just like a fisherman fishing.

The white fish left the river again, but it broke through the water and turned into a sheathed sword.

The sword had not yet been unsheathed, but the sword energy was overflowing. In just a moment, the sword broke the rope made by the willow leaf, and brought out endless sword intent and stabbed Chen Sheng directly.

Chen Sheng's eyes were filled with joy.

He lightly tapped his toes on the shore, rolled his sleeves slightly, and repelled the sword energy.

Looking at the sheathed ancient sword hanging on the air on the river, Chen Sheng patted his waist, "From today, you will be my Chen Sheng's sword."

After saying this, Chen Sheng flew past and soon came to the ancient sword.

The ancient sword transformed by the white fish was about to return to the river again, but Chen Sheng held the hilt of the sword with one hand. Chen Sheng gently wiped the scabbard with the other hand. This ancient sword that had not been sheathed for many years was instantly unsheathed.

A sword light illuminates the misty sky.

At this moment, the sword energy was even better than before.

Chen Sheng, holding a sword in one hand, was no longer the crazy and sloppy man before, but instantly burst into an aura of no other than me, as if with a sword in his hand, he could go anywhere in the world and make peace.

Chen Sheng looked down at the pattern of the swimming fish on the sword and promised softly: "The senior who casts you must be an amazing swordsman, otherwise why did you get some wisdom when you stay in the river by yourself? But you should believe that Chen Sheng will not bury you. Speaking of which, I am also destined to be. If my sword was not broken and I was confused, I came here with a trace of sword energy from the lower reaches of the river, and I would not see you. Since I had some wisdom, you should know that our swordsmen do not cast magic weapons or practice Taoism, but only one sword. Since you are my sword, I will naturally treat you well."

I don’t know if it was moved by Chen Sheng’s words or suppressed by this swordsman of unknown origin, but after the ancient sword was sheathed and hung on his waist, he did not make any moves.

Chen Sheng smiled and turned his head suddenly.

On the street far away on the White Fish River bank, a young man holding medicinal materials in his hand and holding an oil paper umbrella in one hand turned pale.

With Chen Sheng's eyes reaching, the boy turned around and ran away.

This made Chen Sheng, who had finally done a strong momentum, immediately cursed: "Baby, isn't I so scary?"

The boy hid in the alley and disappeared soon.

Chen Sheng smiled and shook his head, and was about to turn around, but suddenly sniffed.

Then he looked at the place where the boy disappeared, and muttered to himself, "I almost forgot that there was a little demon."
Chapter completed!