Chapter 749 Sword Immortal Keeper of the Village
The big screen lights up, and green smoke curls up.
The camera slowly zooms in. This is a small mountain village with less than 100 households.
It was early in the morning, the rooster broke the dawn, and the peasants in ancient costumes carried their hoes out of the house, and they went to work in the fields.
Under the big banyan tree at the head of the village, an old man with white hair and beard was eating a big cake while telling a story to the children in front of him: "When I was young, there was a flood! That rain! After half a month, the dams in front of the river are full!"
"The village is saying that one day, the river embankment will be broken."
"The villagers built temples for the Dragon King and offered sacrifices. I don't know how many boys and girls drowned, but no matter what was thrown into the river, the water would not be small."
The old man said this with a sighed expression, and a naked little boy in front of him smiled and said, "Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Liu, did the rain stop at the end?"
The old man nodded and looked at a beggar not far away.
The beggar was open-minded, half-pillowed on the roots of the big banyan tree, and fell asleep like that.
The old man turned his head and continued to tell the story to the little guys: "Guess how the rain stopped?"
"Then need to say? Enough is enough."
"No, no, no, if you want me to tell you, it must be the kindness of the Dragon King."
"No, if you want to be kind, you've already been kind. How can you stop in the last few days?"
The children said four or five ideas in a row, but unfortunately none of them were right.
When the children looked at the old man curiously, the old man changed the subject, ate up the pie, rubbed the top of one of the children's heads, and said, "Have you heard of the village guards?"
"I know I know, my grandfather told me this, the village guards are fools!"
"It's not. The village guards are a little abnormal, but the village guards are not bad. Whoever has a problem will they go to help?"
"No, no, no, the village guards are all masters with Taoism and law, and they don't usually appear in the world at all."
The child argued again, and the old man laughed.
"You guys, you're right, and you're wrong."
The naked little boy giggled and said, "Grandpa Liu, you haven't said how the rain stopped?"
"Yes, yes, Grandpa Liu, how did the rain stop?"
The old man surnamed Liu smiled and said, "Just when the water was about to break through the dam, a golden light flashed in our village! The village guards went away with a sword and killed the dragon king with one sword!"
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
The children below were all stunned and exclaimed. Han En, who was not far away, trembled slightly, but no one noticed.
The old man continued to speak: "At the moment when the Dragon King died, the rain in the sky turned red, but after the red rain fell, all the rivers and lakes were calm, otherwise the flood would burst, and our village would bear the brunt, and everyone must be I can't live"
The children became excited when they heard the words: "Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Liu, is that person a Sword Immortal?"
The old man surnamed Liu smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, Sword Immortal, the most unrestrained Sword Immortal!"
"I want to be a sword fairy when I grow up!"
"I am the Sword Immortal! The Sword Immortal!"
The naked little brat pouted a branch and shouted that I am a Sword Immortal, I am a Sword Immortal!
The other three directors who watched this scene were all smiling, and the simpler things are, the harder they are.
Someone once said that anyone who cooks lobster and abalone is delicious, and it is a real skill to make ordinary food such as potatoes and cabbage into delicacies.
The same is true of filming, you have seen a lot of costume dramas.
But there are not many costume dramas that can immediately make the audience feel immersed in it. These are the director's ability.
After waiting for the children to run away with a smile, the old man surnamed Liu sighed: "The story is not finished yet, these little boys just left, it's really impatient."
After the old man finished speaking, he looked in the direction of the beggar and continued to speak: "The Dragon King is a celestial soldier, how could a mortal beheaded? Just after the sword fairy sword cut the dragon king, Leibu Zhengshen descended Jiuxiao Shenliu and struck the sword fairy. The forehead, despite the sword immortal's ability to penetrate the sky and the earth, is still cut off and topped with three flowers"
"So far that Sword Immortal has turned into a muddleheaded head, plunged into the river, and doesn't know where to go."
"It wasn't until three years ago that Jianxian returned to the village, but he was already dressed in a dilapidated household. Who could recognize him as the former Jianxian?"
When the old man said this, old tears flowed from his eyes, and he solemnly bowed three times to the beggar in front of him.
The beggar's eyes suddenly opened, where is the turbidity from before.
He looked at the old man and said lightly, "Give me a roast chicken, and in three days, take someone to Dongshan to collect my corpse, 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 straight home and slaughtered the old hen that was still laying eggs with his own hands. He called his daughter-in-law out again and made a pound of turbid wine.
The old wife roasted the chicken, and the old man returned to the big banyan tree with the wine and the chicken.
The boy with the bare bottom smelled the fragrance before, and followed up, but the old man didn't stop it.
"gentlemen"
After the old man respectfully saluted, he handed over the roast chicken and wine.
Beggars don't talk nonsense, they eat when they catch them, and drink when they pick up wine.
The little kid on the side swallowed his saliva when he saw it. The beggar tore off a chicken leg and threw it to the other side: "What's your name?"
"My name is dog"
"Your father gave it to you?"
"No, it was given by the villagers. My parents are dead."
"Change your name"
"Don't change!"
"why?"
"People in the village said that a cheap name is good for living, and I want to live a hundred years, so changing my name is not good luck"
"Hahahaha"
The beggar smiled very happily. He raised his head and drank all the wine. He almost ate the chicken. He leaned on his crutches and walked towards Dongshan.
When he walked in front of the old man, Wei Wei stopped and said, "You don't have to choose, it's just him."
"Hey"
The old man respectfully agreed, and there was a little more complexity in the eyes of the dog.
The beggars in the village disappeared without anyone noticing.
Beggars in this era were originally refugees, and it was normal to change places if they could not eat.
Two days later, in the evening, the village shook.
The village is beating the gong and shouting loudly: "The earth dragon has turned over! The earth dragon has turned over!"
There were bursts of cries in the village, and the villagers dragged their families and ran to the banyan tree at the head of the village, looking at the village with trepidation.
At this moment, a golden light flashed across the top of the east mountain, and the golden light illuminated the surroundings like daytime!
The children who were still crying before suddenly became quiet and shouted to Jin Guang: "It's the sword fairy! It's the guardian of the village!"
"It's the Sword Immortal! There really is a Sword Immortal!"
"Is Jianxian going to kill the Dragon King again?"
"Sword Immortal! Sword Immortal!"
The villagers are also shocked. Children know the story, can they not know it? It's just that it's too old, and no one believes this story is true.
Everyone was still in shock, when suddenly the gods descended from the sky, and the heavy bombardment hit the east mountain!
The villagers were terrified, and they all knelt down and bowed, saying that there is thunder in the drought, this is the god of thunder slashing evil spirits!
Only the old man surnamed Liu has already burst into tears