Chapter 45: Sword Dance in the Rain, Dragon King Appears
While Xiaoliu was burning paper, another person came.
The old city god stood next to Chen Changsheng and said: "Birth, old age, illness and death are normal, why should you mind too much?"
Chen Changsheng turned to look at the old city god and said, "Since we are living in the world of mortals, we will naturally be contaminated by it."
The old city god couldn't help but pause when he heard this.
"Will Mr. Chen also be contaminated by the world of mortals?"
"meeting."
Chen Changsheng looked at the Old City God and said, "Why not?"
The old city god felt sad in his heart. He suddenly understood why immortals rarely walked in the human world. It was probably because this mortal world was sad.
He came back to his senses in a daze and continued: "Brother Zhang Wu has already passed away, sir, there is no need to worry too much."
Chen Changsheng thanked him: "Thank you very much, City God."
"You're welcome, sir."
The old city god said: "It is his luck in this life that he can meet Mr.
"Maybe." Chen Changsheng said.
After the incense candles burned out, Chen Changsheng left here.
After the Old City God sent Chen Changsheng away, he naturally returned to the City God's Temple.
The door of the wine shop is still open.
Zhang Xiaoliu sat inside, sitting in the same position as Zhang Wudi back then.
From now on, there will be spring, summer, autumn and winter again.
…
Chen Changsheng stepped up the stairs and returned to the Liuyun Temple step by step.
Changshan has gone, it seems to be the mountain that came down this morning.
When Chen Changsheng opened the door and walked into the Taoist temple, the joy and laughter of the past were gone.
The peach tree in the corner of the yard was rustled by the summer wind, and the peaches on the tree were also swaying. No one was cleaning the leaves after they fell in the yard.
Xuanhuang sat in front of the stone table under the peach tree, holding his head and looking distracted, as if he was thinking about something.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward and sat down.
Xuanhuang slowly came back to his senses and looked at the gentleman, "The gentleman is back."
"What are you thinking about?" Chen Changsheng asked.
"Xuanhuang didn't think about anything." Xuanhuang said, "It's just that I felt a little uncomfortable for a while."
The Taoist temple that used to be bustling became so silent. This loneliness made Xuan Huang feel even older.
Chen Changsheng did not continue to ask, but said: "I went to the capital last night and I met Xuantian."
"Senior Brother Xuantian?"
"right."
Chen Changsheng said: "There are countless palaces in the palace, but the Si Tianjian where your senior brother is located is one level higher than the main palace."
"Si Tianjian, Si Tianjian..."
Xuanhuang reacted and said, "Senior Brother Xuantian is now the Superintendent of Si Tianjian?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "Today's emperor is obsessed with immortality, but your senior brother is smart. He has mastered the art of alchemy and became the supervisor of Si Tianjian."
"Alchemy?" Xuanhuang frowned and said, "Is it really an elixir, or..."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "What do you think?"
Xuanhuang reacted, his lips slightly opened, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
"well……"
A sigh came from Xuanhuang's mouth, and he said: "Senior brother, he is confused."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "He is not confused at all. He knows very well what he wants, which is nothing more than glory and wealth, and he has indeed got it."
Xuanhuang looked into the distance and said: "If people are good, even though the blessings have not yet come, the disaster is far away. If people are evil, although the misfortune has not yet come, the blessing is far away. Senior brother, I am afraid that he will be in trouble."
"He chose it himself."
Chen Changsheng said: "He is destined to meet with disaster, it's just a matter of time."
Xuanhuang shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and said, "Let him go."
It rained heavily during the night.
Xuanhuang went back to his room to rest early, seemingly because he felt a little uncomfortable after several disciples left.
"Wow..."
The heavy rain fell, making a rustling sound on the peach trees in the courtyard.
Chen Changsheng stood on the eaves holding a scroll of books.
He looked at the rain, thinking that maybe God couldn't stand it any longer, so the rain brought some life to the Taoist temple.
Old man Zhang left, and the Taoist temple was no longer lively.
Chen Changsheng was a little confused. He actually understood that it would be easy for him to calm down such emotions, but he was not happy.
The seven emotions and six desires are all gifts, so how can we give them up?
Chen Changsheng put down the book, raised his hand to summon the oil lamp in the bookcase, and placed it on the eaves.
He raised his hand and took the long sword.
He stretched out his hand and flicked the sword lightly.
"bite."
The sound of the sword is clear and sweet.
Chen Changsheng walked into the rain with his sword in hand.
He waved the sword and held the sword flower in his hand, flashing cold light one after another in the rainy night.
"Zheng."
The tip of the sword breaks through the rain falling into the world.
The rain stained his robe for the first time, and the sword contained a lot of dissatisfaction, mixed with Mr.'s emotions and was swung out.
"Crack."
When he drew his sword, his feet splashed water on the ground.
Chen Changsheng's movements were particularly fast. The figure walking in the courtyard, the sword in his hand, was not like a mortal sword.
Chen Changsheng's hair was also wet, but he didn't care.
The rain came just in time, as if it was washing his heart. Under the sword moves that were like a sudden storm, the sword screamed incessantly.
The peach trees in the courtyard seemed a little afraid of the sword in the gentleman's hand. They swayed in the rainy night, and many unripe fruits fell.
"Zheng!"
An inexplicable 'momentum' arose around Chen Changsheng.
This is the will of the sword, something that countless swordsmen in the world dream of. Only with the will of the sword can there be the way of the sword.
The master's sword intention is accompanied by a strong sense of loneliness.
There seemed to be only one person standing in the sword intention, surrounded by a vast fog, and nothing could be seen clearly.
"Zheng!"
The tip of the sword points to the ground.
The rainwater on the sword mountain flowed along the sword body to the tip and fell low to the ground.
Chen Changsheng was already soaked to the skin.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and raised his head.
The raindrops dripped into his eyes, as if the turbidity of the world had dripped into his eyes.
It is turbid, not clear.
Chen Changsheng raised the sword in his hand and flicked the sword again.
"It's time to give you a name."
He thought for a moment and couldn't help but pause when he saw the rain all over the sky.
After coming back to his senses, Chen Changsheng looked at the sword and said, "I'll tell you to listen to the rain."
Chen Changsheng put away his sword and was about to return to the library.
"Um?"
But he suddenly felt something and looked towards the door.
The gate opened at some point, and in Chen Changsheng's eyes, there was a person standing at the gate.
To be precise, the person standing at the door is not a person!
Human body and dragon head!
A pair of dragon horns stand on top of his head, and his eyes seem to have the power of a real dragon.
Chen Changsheng was greatly shocked, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The old Dragon King frowned and met Chen Changsheng's gaze.
When he saw his own figure in Chen Changsheng's eyes, he suddenly realized: "You can actually see me?"
"You are not a mortal?"
Chen Changsheng was startled. He recognized the origin of the person in front of him.
If nothing else happens...
This is the old dragon king in the Tongtian River!