Super Elation Under the Sun

After becoming a swordsman in the past, Li Fuyao has always been thinking about a question, that is, what should a swordsman in this mountain and river look like, is it possible that all of them are like Chen Sheng? So even if Li Fuyao had already started practicing swordsmanship, he still didn't know exactly what this swordsman should look like, but later, he didn't worry anymore, because he was going to Jianshan, the holy land of swordsmen, There will be a lot of swordsmen there, so he can naturally find the answer.

Li Fuyao knew that there were many monks in this mountain and river. The female ghosts in red that he met before were not counted, but Yang Weibian was indeed one of them afterwards, but Qinghuai once said nonchalantly to the scholar at Hengyang Academy. I have said that it is hard to say how many swords such a monk can weigh under Li Fu Yao's sword.

This was the first time Li Fuyao had fought a monk in the true sense. This scholar named Zuo Sifan had studied at Yanling Academy and even had a magic weapon. It was not comparable to those before.

After the cyan brush returned to Zuo Sifan's hand, the scholar was not in a hurry to take it, but instead returned to the table and turned over the previously opened book on the table again.

Li Fuyao looked at this picture earnestly. The oil lamp on the table was the only thing that could illuminate this big account. The scholar was also the only monk who could kill his own life. After a long silence, Li Fuyao hadn't closed Zuo Sifan's hand. When I came back, I moved.

Zuo Sifan didn't know if he made such a move deliberately, but Li Fuyao saw that since he made such a move that seemed to reveal a flaw, that was enough. Tightening the hatchet in his hand, Li Fuyao rushed forward with all his strength. The hatchet was like a line, from Li Fuyao's hand to the end of Zuo Sifan's head.

Zuo Sifan turned his head and saw such a scene, he was a little lost, especially when he looked at Li Fuyao's eyes, he was a little inexplicable sigh, the opposite boy's eyes contained what he had before. The look, determination and confidence are not bad at all. After so many years, Zuo Sifan walked into Yanling Academy from a genius scholar who has been praised by countless people, and then saw the real geniuses in the Academy. The frog at the bottom of the well has crushed him. He has been studying in the academy for 20 years, but he has not even crossed introspection so far. Zuo Sifan is not the most unacceptable for the wasted years. What he is most unacceptable is not just watching the amazing talent of the year. Senior Xuegong was squeezed out by Xuegong, and finally left resolutely to travel the mountains and rivers. The most unacceptable thing was that he didn't even say a word for that senior, and didn't dare to say a word.

The realm of Zuo Sifan has stagnated over the years, who knows that it was not affected by that incident?

Sighing slightly, Zuo Sifan still held the cyan brush.

Before Li Fuyao's knife came, he wrote a word of courtesy in front of him.

The Confucian sage cultivates to reach the sky, and a beautiful article can even repel the evils of the mountains and rivers. The calligraphy is even more demon and not close. Although Zuo Sifan said that his cultivation is low, but he does not have the grandeur of a Confucian sage, he entered the palace to study At that time, I heard that the third sage of Confucianism was an ordinary scholar at the time, but the article was very well written. Even the Emperor Yanling of that year called that sage’s article "Xinghuo writing about the five mountains, Wencheng smiling proud of the mountains and rivers." "After that, the saint walked on the road of cultivation, and he didn't encounter any setbacks. Although he did not go fast step by step, he still became the third saint of Confucianism hundreds of years later. Now the wooden statue of this saint It is also ranked third among the halls of rituals of the Xuegong, and even in other places in Yanling, many academies and schools have erected wooden statues of this saint one after another.

For the four Confucian saints, the order of the wooden statues is never based on the level of cultivation, but the length of time for sanctification. As for those Confucian sages who have been sanctified, the wooden statues will also disappear after their bodies die. Withdraw from the ritual hall of Yanling Academy, the current ritual hall is only four wooden statues of saints.

Zuo Sifan highly regarded this saint, so when he was choosing a magic weapon, seeing that saint holding a pen, he also chose a cyan brush.

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After the ritual character was written, it quickly turned into a blue rainbow and shot at Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao slashed across the blue rainbow. When the two intersected, the sound of gold and stone colliding unexpectedly broke out.

Li Fuyao felt a sharp pain in his wrist, but he never took a step back. Li Fuyao twisted his waist and slashed again on the green rainbow that was walking beside him.

All the energy in the spirit palace gushed out, and the white glow on the hatchet rose sharply, even with a sharp meaning.

This time, the green rainbow was severely split by him and quickly dissipated.

Zuo Sifan just sighed slightly, "No wonder the mountains and rivers don't wait to see you group of swordsmen."

Before he finished his words, Zuo Sifan wrote two words beside him this time, namely the two characters for gentleman.

This time, the two characters didn't immediately turn into a green rainbow after they were completed, but they didn't disperse for a long time. Zuo Sifan was a little lost and a little lost.

After a while, he laughed at himself: "If you lose your heart, how about a gentleman."

Immediately, the scholar waved the two words apart, and then wrote them again.

This time, the two words are Hongyi.

These two words are also a sentence from the article of the Confucian sage, "The scholars must not be resolute, and there is a long way to go."

But before these two characters turned into a green rainbow, Li Fuyao took the first step and came to the front of Zuo Sifan's body. Li Fuyao didn't care about the changes that would occur after these two characters, and stabbed it out with a knife.

No cultivator would think of being so close to the swordsman, so in the next moment, Zuo Sifan wanted to retreat, but the hatchet had already reached his chest, and it was really inevitable.

Seeing this stabbing with a sword as a sword, Zuo Sifan looked solemn, and the word gentleman made him feel a little upset. Now looking at this sword, he feels a little more bored.

Zuo Sifan is a monk, and he can spend more time studying. Even if he occasionally talks with his friends in the academy, he will stop there. When he has never had a life and death fight with others, let alone this one is still a sword Taxi.

For six thousand years of mountains and rivers, the line of swordsmen, even though it has been precarious, has always stood firm, which can explain the problem.

In the next moment, the hatchet was about to pierce someone's chest, and even Zuo Sifan could feel the biting chill.

However, Li Fuyao retracted his sword.

Nothing else, just because those two characters have completely turned into a green rainbow.

Coming towards Li Fuyao's back, life-for-life was worthwhile on some occasions, but it was obviously not worth it under these circumstances.

That's why the sword was collected.

After receiving the sword, Li Fuyao didn't turn around, but pushed the hatchet back in his hand, just blocking the trail of the green rainbow passing by. Li Fuyao staggered back, the hatchet in his hand was full of gaps.

Who would have thought that the monk chosen by Qinghuai for him was not far from the introspection level, and it would not be difficult to even set foot on Qingsi in time.

But someone does know.

At this moment, the girl in Tsing Yi sitting on the high platform outside the big tent looked at the full moon in the sky and suddenly smiled. She is a cultivator in the Qingsi realm, and she naturally knows the cultivation bases of monks whose realm is not as good as hers. She even knows how much energy is in Zuo Sifan's chest, but she still chooses such a monk for Li Fuyao. It was to force Li Fuyao to a dead end.

There are few swordsmen among the mountains and rivers, and even fewer swordsmen with great achievements. Qinghuai hopes that Li Fuyao will be one of them.

That's why she deliberately didn't show up in Zhuyu Town before, and deliberately picked such a monk for him in Luosanghe.

She wanted Li Fuyao to walk up to the sword mountain to be able to set foot in the swordsman's third realm of sword energy.

It's just that she was too decisive, that big tent was cut off by her and her contact with the outside world, even now she didn't know what was going on in that big tent.

In the end, only one person can come out anyway.

If Li Fuyao was the best, if it wasn't for him, she would kill that person for him to get revenge.

Sitting on the high platform, Qinghuai rarely said to herself, "Li Fuyao, if you fail my good intentions, you deserve to die. Don't blame me, let alone complain to your master."

"By the way, if you die, there will be no chance."