With the help of the rain, the ancient inkstone was shocked!
A long river like Mo as a barrier to the old Confucian scholars, there is no way for Li Fuyao’s Qingsi Sword to be able to move after being pierced into Mohe, so when the sword nineteen appeared in his hand.
Li Fuyao swung a sword without hesitation.
It is also a majestic sword aura, attacking the old scholars.
It’s just that the Fang Yantai moved down slightly at this moment, and it stood in front of Li Fuyao unbiasedly, and the sword nineteen swung it out, just on top of the Fang Yantai.
Bang!
Li Fuyao felt a huge force coming from his mouth, and Jian Nineteen almost got out of his hands, but a crack that was not deep or shallow also appeared on the Fang Yantai.
After the Mohe paused, Li Fuyao pulled out the Qingsi, the sword pierced out with nineteen swords, and Qingsi immediately followed behind him. These were two swords.
No book in the world has written how to deal with if a swordsman holds two swords, because no swordsman in this world has ever had one sword in one hand.
In just a short time, the old Confucian had already withdrawn far away, his sleeves dangling, but he looked a little embarrassed in the rain.
Allowing a monk in the Taiqing realm to suffer such a big loss in such a short period of time, apart from being a swordsman owed to Li Fuyao, it is also inseparable from his double swords.
The old Confucian stood still in the rain, and said solemnly: “Even if a sword fairy killed a great demon for the human race, this mountain and river is not where you swordsmen run rampant!”
Li Fuyao was indifferent, just staring at the old scholar. After a while, he asked with a sneer: “Well, if you don’t kill the big demon towards the sword immortal, the old gentleman doesn’t even have any interest in talking to me? “
The old Confucian said nothing, just holding one hand behind him, and raising the other hand. The Fang Yantai was on top of his head, and Mohe no longer appeared, probably because he was struck by Li Fuyao’s sword. .
At the other end of the battlefield, Chang Lin couldn’t have been the opponent of Palace Master Wuning anyway, but Xie Huaiyin had a big battle first, and his spirit palace energy was exhausted.
Now I have encountered the reckless Chang Lin again. During this time, Chang Lin is completely a life-threatening style of play, and Xie Huaiyin did not give birth to a new aura in the spiritual house. This made Xie Huaiyin feel very unhappy. accident.
Killing is nothing but a nod. It’s just **** and who was killed by someone. It’s not trivial.
Xie Huaiyin relied on that silver spear to prevent Chang from approaching. During the period, Chang Lin even had the idea of changing his injuries several times, but Xie Huaiyin saw through them.
And successfully resolved.
Xie Huaiyin is not afraid of any long-established masters of the arena, but he is only afraid of such desperadoes who often come. The former can be said to have something to ask for. Even if it is to distinguish between superiors, it will not be too scary, but the latter is single-minded Want you to die, even at the mercy of your own life, who can stand it?
Moreover, the current Xie Huaiyin is not the Xie Huaiyin in his heyday. There is a big difference between the two Xie Huaiyin.
Chang Lin swept out with a sword, leaving several sword marks on the wall, but he could not get close. Xie Huaiyin covered himself with a silver spear, and Chang Lin’s sword could not penetrate.
This makes Chang Lin with the mentality of killing Xie Huaiyin really irritable.
Li Fuyao hung Nineteen around his waist, only holding the blue silk, looking at the old Confucian scholar not far away, his expression was flat, and he had killed three monks in the Taiqing realm along the way.
The concierge of Dazaifu, the old man who sells sweet potatoes, and the man in gray who went up the mountain to provoke him but didn’t know his name from beginning to end.
But to be honest, of the three games, only the first one was more dangerous. I don’t know if it was because of the experience or the talisman and the sacred pill. It was actually relatively easy.
As for this old Confucian scholar, according to Li Fuyao, it is not too difficult to deal with, not to mention that he still has a holy pill on his waist.
Enough to fight once.
Besides, it is not yet time to use that holy pill.
Li Fuyao sighed, if he really wanted to use that sacred pill, he would have lost his grandma’s house when he came to Ningfu City this time, even if the Master Wuning had a secret book.
Is there a holy pill?
Li Fuyao was a little lost, and suddenly he heard the sound of horses hoofs in the distance.
The sound of horseshoe stepping in the stagnant water was not crisp, but for Li Fuyao, the sound couldn’t be more beautiful.
A horse full of flames came galloping, and on the horse’s back there was a man in armor and a halberd.
Li Fuyao looked at this scene from a distance, thinking that if it were really on the battlefield, with Wen Bailou leading the thousands of troops and horses, he felt a little dazed.
Wen Bailou rode his horse and ran forward, laughing and saying: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that there is a too clear state beforehand, but you can stop him in the Qingsi state, it’s not bad.”
Li Fuyao took the sword into its sheath, but smiled and said: “Next, it will be handed to General Wen.”
“a piece of cake!”
Wen Bailou laughed and swept across with a halberd, rolling up countless raindrops. This halberd alone was enough to make the old Confucian look awe-inspiring.
After Li Fuyao received his sword, he no longer paid attention to the war here, probably because he had absolute confidence in Wen Bailou. He turned his head to focus on another battlefield, watching the life and death of Chang Lin and Xie Huaiyin.
Li Fuyao frowned, then smiled: “Palace Master Xie, I heard that you have a secret book, is it true or not?”
The voice was not loud, but in fact Li Fuyao did not simply ask this sentence. Therefore, as he opened his mouth, Xie Huaiyin’s ears sounded like a thunder. Xie Huaiyin, who was originally an unstable breath, trembled and almost let him Chang Lin stabbed a sword.
In the past, Xie Huaiyin used to rely on his own strong strength to be able to be calm, but now that his husband is stopped by Wen Bailou, Chang Lin is endlessly trying to take his life.
And beside them, there was a swordsman in the blue silk realm watching the battle.
Xie Huaiyin could guess that this was Li Fuyao deliberately creating a battlefield where he and Chang Lin fought life and death, but Chang Lin’s sword practice time was short after all. If he really couldn’t match him, Li Fuyao might not be able to make a move.
After all, the previous sentence that seemed to be an understatement hides the mystery.
Xie Huaiyin, who had never encountered such a situation since his youth, looked indifferent, but his heart was already distraught.
Never before.
Li Fuyao went to pick up the oil-paper umbrella and kept himself from being in the rain. He looked at Changlin with the same expression as usual. Even if Li Fuyao could help Changlin with trivial matters, he still insisted on the big matter of revenge. The original idea.
Let Chang Lin do it alone.
But in the end, if there really is no chance, Li Fuyao will naturally not stand by.
Now, it has not yet reached that point.
In fact, Chang Lin was not Xie Huaiyin’s opponent, whether it was the time to practice swords, the grasp of the situation, or the on-the-spot decision. He was able to hold on to the present and only rely on the breath in his chest.
Li Fuyao said helplessly: “Chang Lin, you told me before that you must live.”
Chang Lin swept across with a sword, the sword qi forced Xie Huaiyin back, and then he said solemnly: “Uncle Master, these words are only counted after I take revenge.”
Li Fuyao thought that it was so.
The battle between Wen Bailou and the old Confucian scholars over there is also coming to an end. Xie Huaiyin and Li An fight, Xie Huaiyin consumes a lot of money, but Wen Bailou and Jiang Feng are not like that. Jiang Feng is really compared to Wen Bailou. It’s a lot of business trips.
In the end, there was no more energy, so even if the current Wen Bailou is not in its peak state, it is actually not much worse.
A halberd swept across, and after hitting the old Confucian in the chest, the old Confucian coughed up blood and had already lost.
Therefore, after Banzhuxiang, Li Fuyao didn’t feel anything strange when Wen Bailou’s Euphorbia pierced the old scholar’s chest.
Wen Bailou, who turned to dismount, walked under the eaves and stood side by side with Li Fuyao who had come here before.
Wen Bailou glanced at Xie Huaiyin’s side, and wondered: “Xie Huaiyin is already at the end of the crossbow, why didn’t you kill him?”
Li Fu shook his head, “Just like General Wen insisted on beheading Jiang Feng, he often wanted to kill Xie Huaiyin, and no one was allowed to intervene.”
Wen Bailou smiled and said, “You have to do it yourself for revenge. If someone helps, it’s really almost meaningless.”
“The kid is afraid that the odds of winning are not great.”
Li Fuyao whispered: “The most appropriate way is naturally to practice the skills and then talk about revenge, but I can’t wait, what can I do.”
Wen Bailou looked up at the gradually decreasing rain, with a plain expression.
Li Fuyao took the initiative to ask, “Where will General Wen go?”
Wen Bailou smiled heartily and said: “If you have a big hatred, you will have no heart knot. After that, you will naturally travel the world. If you have the opportunity, how about you and me?”
Li Fuyao smiled and nodded, and continued: “Do not miss the battlefield?”
Wen Bailou shook his head and said: “The old country is gone, and you won’t have the feeling of leading soldiers to fight, so you can just walk around and take a look.”
It seemed that he didn’t expect Wen Bailou to say such a thing. Li Fuyao held back some words but couldn’t say it, but he laughed it off.
Wen Bailou looked at the distance and whispered softly: “Chu is gone, but I always feel that this mountain and river will always appear in a country with Chu as its national name, and maybe even a dynasty.”
Li Fu shook his head and said: “The world is unpredictable, no one can tell.”
During the conversation between the two of them, on Xie Huaiyin’s side, Chang Lin fought for the price of being pierced by Xie Huaiyin’s shoulder, finally causing Xie Huaiyin’s lower abdomen to bleed.
A sword opened the lower abdomen of the first person in the North Sea Jianghu, making Xie Huaiyin go crazy.
Li Fuyao sighed, I’m afraid Chang Lin’s only strength is hesitating his life.
He and Wen Bailou were chatting under the eaves, but in fact they still focused on that side. If someone accidentally stabbed him to death by Wen Bailou, that would be really sorry, Mr. Chao.
Wen Bailou glanced at Wuning Mansion and asked with a smile, “I really don’t want that secret book?”
Li Fu shook his head and said: “I’m a swordsman. I want to be interested in such things as the sword book and the sword classics. What martial arts secrets are not good.”
When saying this, Li Fuyao made a small smile.
Although Wen Bailou has not known Li Fuyao for a long time, he actually has some understanding of Li Fuyao’s ideas. He just smiled about it, and then stopped to say more.
In the Chu State, Wen Bailou became famous at a young age and became a great minister of the temple early. He was surrounded by some of the mainstays of the temples of Chu State, but not many people could make Wen Bailou’s attention.
It’s not that his eyes are higher than the top, but that there are not many people who have a temper.
At the same time that Wen Bailou lost consciousness, Xie Huaiyin and Chang Lin there finally came to an end.
While Chang Lin was stabbed in the chest by a silver spear, a sword cut Xie Huaiyin’s throat.
The blood spewed out and mixed with the rain.
Chang Lin fell backward.
The two fell to the ground almost simultaneously.
The silver spear didn’t pierce the heart, but the iron sword cut through the throat.
The heavy rain stopped.
Xie Huaiyin had no hope of living.
Li Fuyao walked over with an umbrella, drew out a silver gun, and stuffed Chang Lin’s mouth with a pill.
Naturally it was not that holy pill, but the pill that Gu Yuan had given before.
At the border of Chen Kingdom, he was almost killed by the Confucian scholar in the blue shirt. When he was seriously injured, Gu Yuan gave a lot of medicines. Those medicines are products of the palace and are naturally not ordinary products, even if they are not as holy. The good effects are much better than those of secular herbs.
After feeding the pill, and feeling the vitality of Chang Lin, Li Fuyao picked him up and walked to the inn.
Wen Bailou led the horse slowly.
Tonight, a total of three Taiqingjing died. Putting them in a secular river and lake was originally a shocking thing, even if it was Ningfu City.
The matter was over. Before approaching the restaurant, Wen Bailou disappeared in Long Street. His dress was already very conspicuous, but it was at night. If it was during the day, I don’t know how many people were staring at him.
When he walked into the restaurant, Yu Fu quickly poked his head out of the room and was a little surprised when he saw Li Fuyao covered in blood, but he still covered his mouth and did not shout.
Li Fuyao changed Chang Lin into a clean dress, and then bandaged him by the way.
After thinking about it, I put a few pills in Chang Lin’s mouth.
Yufu leaned against the door and asked softly: “Should you take a bath?”
Li Fuyao gave Yufu a weird look, and finally shook his head.
Yu Fu was a bit resentful, “The slave and maid will not eat the son. Why is the son so afraid of the slave?”
Li Fuyao rubbed his cheeks, his head was big, but his face was actually flushed.
Yufu covered her mouth and chuckled, and finally left slowly.
When she walked back to the room, Yu Fu lay on the bed. In fact, she knew that some things were impossible. Even if she was willing to recommend herself a pillow, she was willing to follow Li Fuyao anonymously.
Li Fuyao would not accept it in all likelihood.
She knew that the son was not like that!
That being the case, it is a blessing to be able to stay one more day by the son’s side.
In the early morning of the second day, the genius was bright, and the whole Ningfu City began to appear in groups of Wuningfu disciples wandering in the street, and everyone looked sad and angry.
Regarding the killing of Palace Master Xie Huaiyin in Wuning, no more than ten people in Ningfu City knew the news.
The Wei Mansion was extremely quiet today. The Beihai Jianghu master Wei Xian who was rumored to have been beheaded by Xie Huaiyin stood in the courtyard, looking at the horizon.
Wei Yingchun, the head of the Wei family, stood by and smiled: “Now that Xie Huaiyin is dead, Xian’er can ascend to a high position.”
Wei Xian shook his head, “What’s the point of my father thinking being the number one in the world?”
Wei Yingchun frowned, “How did Xian’er plan?”
Wei Xian said frankly: “Next year will start, and I will leave Ningfu City to pursue that road.”
Wei Xian knew what his father was going to say, and for a long time he said, “Before I leave, I will pick a few good seedlings from the Wei family and teach them well. Since my father wants the Wei family to be number one, why not?”
Wei Yingchun caressed his beard and smiled: “Xian’er really knows that he is a father.”
Wei Xian smiled indifferently, and said no more.
He looked up in the direction of Wuning Mansion, his eyes full of admiration.
When he met Xie Huaiyin that day, it was supposed to be a battle of life and death. The reason was neither because of the secret book nor because of the fact that Wei Xian slaughtered people like hemp, but because of another hidden reason.
Because of that reason, Wei Xian had to die.
But actually, in the end, Xie Huaiyin only sat with Wei Xian for a long time, discussing some things about the realm of cultivation.
In the end, Xie Huaiyin discussed with him about suspended animation, which is what Xie Huaiyin said.
“I Xie Huaiyin can only be trapped in the rivers and lakes of the North Sea in my life, but since you Wei Xian doesn’t lose to Xie Huaiyin, how can I be like this forever?”
“Great rivers and mountains, let’s walk around!”
Wei Xian moved forward slowly and whispered: “I, Wei Xian, have never admired anyone in my heart in my life, but you are worthy of admiration for thanking Huaiyin!”
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The wind in the city was chattering, but the three people in the restaurant were doing business as usual. Li Fuyao did not leave the restaurant in the past few days. Except for the occasional visit to Chang Lin who was unconscious, he spent most of the time raising swords in the room.
Yufu personally cooked tofu in the past two days, which is exactly the same as the one I ate before. The only difference is that there is no chili in the restaurant, which lacks some special flavor.
But better than nothing.
One evening, Wen Bailou visited the door again. This time he was wearing a long gown without the euphorbia or horse. It looked a little weird, but it was better than the armor before.
In fact, even if the disciples of Wuning Mansion wanted to find the murderer of Xie Huaiyin, they should have nothing to do when facing the monk Wen Bailou, the Taiqing realm.
It’s just that Wen Bailou didn’t want to be too ostentatious, otherwise it wouldn’t be the case.
This time Li Fuyao took the initiative to invite Wen Bailou to drink, and the two drank a lot. Li Fuyao insisted on not using his sword to force the wine out, compared with Wen Bailou, a war fighter who came from the military.
The difference is not a star and a half.
In the end, Li Fuyao couldn’t stand it anymore, he spit on the table, Yu Fu lightly patted Li Fuyao’s back, and then looked at Wen Bailou a few times with a bit of bitterness.
Wen Bailou drank the wine alone, but there was more appreciation in the eyes that looked at Li Fuyao.
Finally, Yufu helped Li Fuyao upstairs, while Wen Bailou left with a smile.
Back in the room, Li Fuyao suddenly mentioned that he was going to see Changlin. Yufu had no choice but to help Li Fuyao walk into Changlin’s room.
Pushing open the door, Chang Lin, who didn’t know when to wake up, sat on the bed.
Li Fuyao was quite sober.
When Chang Lin saw Li Fuyao walk in, he was silent for a moment, and said softly: “Uncle Master, Xie Huaiyin died deliberately by my sword.”
Li Fu shook his head and said: “I know.”
He saw clearly that night.
Chang Lin said again: “But he didn’t say that he didn’t kill my parents.”
Li Fuyao was silent for a long time and asked a question, “So what do you want to do?”