The big screen lights up and blue smoke curles.

The camera slowly draws closer. This is a small mountain village, with less than 100 households in size.

It was early morning, the rooster was dawn, and farmers in ancient costumes carried hoes out of the house, and they were going to work in the fields.

Under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, an old man with white hair and beards chewing on the big cakes while telling stories to the children in front of him: "Just when I was a child, there was a heavy flood once! It rained for half a month, and the dam in front of the river was full!"

"The village was talking about it at that time. One day, the river embankment would probably be broken."

"The villagers built temples and sacrifices for the Dragon Prince. I don't know how many boys and girls were drowned, but no matter what they were thrown into the river, the water was not small."

The old man sighed when he said this, and a little brat with a bare hip in front of him smiled and said, "Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Liu, did the rain stop in the end?"

The old man nodded and looked at a beggar not far away.

The beggar's chest was exposed, and half pillowed on the roots of the big banyan tree, and he just slept soundly.

The old man turned his head and continued to tell stories to the little guys: "Guess how the rain stopped?"

"Then you need to say? You've finished it."

"No, right, I want me to tell you, it must be the Dragon King Master who has given me a favor."

"No, I'll have already made mercy. How could I stop in the last few days?"

The children said four or five thoughts in a row, but unfortunately none of them were correct.

When the children looked at the old man curiously, the old man changed the subject, ate all the cakes in a few seconds, rubbed one of the children's heads and said, "Have you heard of the villagers?"

"I know, I know, my grandfather told me that the villagers are fools!"

"No, it's a bit abnormal for the villagers to guard the village, but the villagers are not bad. Whose family will help with something?"

"No, right, are the villagers guarding the village masters who have the Dharma? They don't appear in the world at all."

The child argued again, and the old man smiled.

"You guys? All of them are right, and all of them are wrong."

The little brat with a bare hip giggled, "Grandpa Liu, you haven't said how the rain stopped yet?"

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Liu, how did the rain stop?"

After hearing this, the old man surnamed Liu laughed and said, "Just when the water was about to break through the embankment? A golden light flashed in our village! The guardians in the village left with a sword? Kill the Dragon King with one sword!"

“Wow!”

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The children below all exclaimed in amazement, and Han En, who was not far away, trembled slightly? But no one noticed it.

The old man continued to say, "At the moment the Dragon King died, the rain in the sky turned red? But after these red rains fell, the rivers and lakes were all calm, otherwise the flood would break the dam? Our village was the first to be affected? Is it sure that no one can survive?"

The children were excited when they heard this and said, "Grandpa Liu? Grandpa Liu? Is that person a sword immortal?"

The old man surnamed Liu smiled and nodded, "Yes, Sword Immortal? The extremely chic sword Immortal!"

"I will become a sword immortal even when I grow up!"

"I am the Sword Immortal! Sword Immortal!"

The little butt kid pouted a branch with a gaze? He was yelling in his mouth that I am a sword fairy? I am a sword fairy!

The other three directors who watched this scene smiled? The simpler the thing is, the harder it is.

Someone once said that everyone is good at making lobster and abalone. Can you make ordinary foods such as potatoes and cabbage into delicious food? That is the real ability.

The same goes for filming, and everyone has watched many costume dramas.

But there are not many costume dramas that immediately make the audience feel immersive, and these are the director's abilities.

After waiting for the children to run away with a smile? The old man surnamed Liu sighed and said, "Before the story is finished, these little kids left? I'm really impatient."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the beggar's direction and continued to preach: "The Dragon King is a heavenly soldier and general. How can a mortal man be killed? Just after the sword immortal sword slashed the Dragon King, the thunder god descended from the nine-gazing divine thunder and hit the sword immortal's forehead. Without the sword immortal's ability to reach the sky and the earth, he was still cut off the three flowers on his head."

"At this point, the sword immortal became in a daze and fell into the river, missing his whereabouts."

"It was not until three years ago that the Sword Immortal returned to the village, but he was already dressed in a dilapidated manner. Who can recognize him as the Sword Immortal of that year?"

When the old man said this, tears flowed down his eyes and he solemnly bowed three times to the beggar in front of him.

The beggar's eyes suddenly opened, and there was no place where the previous turbidity was.

He looked at the old man and said lightly: "Grill a chicken for me, and take someone to Dongshantou in three days to collect my body, and then choose a village guard to come out."

The old man kowtowed and bowed, and the old man burst into tears.

After kowtowing three times in a row, the old man went home and slaughtered the old hen who was still laying eggs with his own hands. He called his daughter-in-law out and fed a pound of turbid wine.

The old wife roasted the chicken, and the old man carried the wine and the chicken, and returned to the big banyan tree again.

The bare-ass child had smelled the fragrance before and followed him happily, but the old man didn't stop him.

"gentlemen"

After the old man saluted respectfully, he handed over the roast chicken and wine.

The beggar didn't talk nonsense, he would eat it when he caught it, and he would drink it when he picked it up.

The little brat on the side was swallowing his saliva. Seeing this, the beggar tear off a chicken leg and threw it to the other party and said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Dog'er"

"What your father gave you?"

"No, my parents are dead after being given by the villagers."

"Change a name"

"Not changing!"

"Why?"

"The villagers said that it is easy to support a low name, but I still want to live a hundred years old. It is not a good idea to change the name."

“Hahahahahaha”

The beggar laughed very happily. He raised his head and drank all the wine. He ate the chicken almost all. He walked towards Dongshan with his own crutches.

When he walked to the old man, he stopped slightly: "No need to choose, just him."

"Why"

The old man agreed respectfully, and the eyes of the dog looked at him were a little more complicated.

The beggar in the village disappeared and did not attract anyone's attention.

Beggars in this era were originally refugees, so it was normal to change places without food.

Two days later, the village was shaking.

Muramaru beat the gong and shouted loudly: "The earth dragon has turned over! The earth dragon has turned over!"

There were crying sounds in the village, and the villagers took their families to the banyan tree at the entrance of the village, looking at the village with fear.

At this moment, a golden light flashed across the east mountain, and the golden light illuminated the surroundings like daylight!

The children who were crying and shouting suddenly became quiet and shouted loudly to the golden light: "It's the Sword Immortal! It's the village guardian!"

"It's the Sword Immortal! There's really a Sword Immortal!"

"Is Sword Immortal going to kill the Dragon King again?"

"Sword Immortal! Sword Immortal!"

The villagers were also shocked. The stories that children knew were not known? It’s just that the age was too old and no one believed that this story was true.

Everyone was still shocked, and suddenly the divine thunder descended from the sky and bombarded heavily on the East Mountain!

The villagers were frightened and knelt down and bowed, saying that thunder was born from drought, and this was the thunder god who was striking the monster!

Only the old man surnamed Liu was already in tears...
Chapter completed!