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The sword fell, peach blossom scattered, the beautiful figure like a wisp of breeze dissipated here.

Bai Yu froze for a moment, his eyes wide open.

Li Yi took up the huge sword and said calmly, "if you use the magic of Fudao in front of the master of fufu, will the saint daughter underestimate our courtyard?"

Fu Dao magic?

Bai Yu was so shocked that he didn't realize it was a magic trick.

After the peach blossom dissipated, everything recovered as before. On the left is the pavilion. Under the pavilion is the lakeside. Accompanied by water lotus, fish swim to and fro. From a distance, it looks like a water painting.

In the pavilion, there was a beautiful woman in a long skirt, full of beautiful hair, and a white veil covered her face, rippling in the breeze. Even so, it was difficult to hide her delicate and perfect facial features, like a perfect gem, without any defects.

The woman did not speak, and stretched out her slender hand to make a pot of tea for the guests. After a while, the tea fragrance was diffused in the air.

It's delicious.

This is gulongjing tea, which originated from Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Li Yi was not polite. She took the tea cup on the stone table and took a sip. The tea went into his stomach, and the spirit of the fairies dispersed. A gentle breath swam through his body.

"How?"

The virgin raised her head and chuckled. Her voice was pleasant. Her eyes were clear and black, just like black gemstones. She had a kind of nimble, ethereal, and not stained with a trace of dust.

It's pure.

This is Li Yi's first feeling.

Smelling the smell of tea, Bai Yu couldn't help but come up and exclaimed, "the gulongjing tea from Dongsheng Shenzhou really deserves its reputation."

The saint laughed and looked at Bai Yu: "brother Bai also knows tea?"

Bai Yu accosted him and shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

"Gulongjing tea, originated in the early days of Dongzhou, has only one tree, and its annual output is only 100 Jin. According to legend, this is the tea planted by the great emperor."

Hearing the speech, Li Yi was horrified.

As if aware of Li Yi's emotional expression, she chuckled: "every one or two ancient Longjing tea, are sky high prices, almost invisible outside."

He blinked and drank.

Li Yi couldn't help saying, "is there anything else? Can you give me some liang? "

The saint said with a smile: "as long as brother Li opens his mouth, don't say a few Liang. Even if it's a few catties, I'll send it to you."

Li Yi shook his head: "that's enough." He recognized the meaning of the saint's words. It was not the saint, but the lake of Yangguang. In exchange for a few kilograms of ancient Longjing tea, he might be about to release the God King Li Tuo.

The saint laughed and stopped talking. She put on a pot for them.

For about ten minutes, snowflakes began to fall outside the pavilion, flying in the air one after another. Finally, they did not enter the soil and melted quietly. Nothing was left but the cold breath came out.

At this time, the saint suddenly raised her head, looked at Li Yi, and said, "people all say that Daliang Mountain is the hometown of the devil, and the black swordsman is the devil in the depths of hell. Brother Li knows why?"

Li Yi is silent and stares at her, and Bai Yu puts down her tea cup.

The saint said, "when a thousand years have passed, the swordsman opens his eyes again. Who can remember his name?"

The old nursery rhyme, passed down from a long time ago, no one knows why it will be a thousand years, why the swordsman opens his eyes again?

If you open the history book, you will be surprised to find that there has never been two black swordsmen coexisting in the historical records of the land of gods and demons.

In other words, the life span of the black swordsman is only one thousand years.

Ordinary practitioners can live for at least 800 to 1000 years as long as they step into the realm of Taifu. As black swordsmen, with such a strong vein, each generation of swordsmen naturally has more than Taifu.

But they could not live for a thousand years, and could not coexist with the next generation of black swordsmen.

Some say it's their life.

Some people think that they do not belong to this world and are naturally suppressed by heaven and earth.

However, in the historical records of the holy land, it is clearly written that it is because they will lose themselves and become demons after breaking through a certain realm.

Even if at the end of the day, this generation of black swordsmen did not reach that height, a hundred years later, there will still be a lot of calamities from the heaven to wipe them out.

It is also said that after living for 1000 years, there will be immortals coming from nine days to wipe them out, which is also the most terrible disaster of the black swordsman.

The saint sighed and then said, "it is said that black swordsmen had nine disasters, but in the historical records of the holy land, no one can survive them. That is to say, no one in history can live to be 1000 years old."

The sword has nine sounds.

Li Yi suddenly remembered some of the words "Zhou" had said.

The virgin looked at him and said, "you are demons. You don't belong to this world." If one person says that he is a devil, it may be that the person is wrong. Ten people say he is, or maybe ten people are all wrong. But since ancient times, countless people have been saying that he must be a devil.Not a thousand years old?

Nine havoc?

Black swordsman is a devil?

Li Yi's heart is surging, her chest is undulating, and a sense of suffocation is spreading. In the face of such words as the saint, he can't refute it at all, because everything she says is true.

But Zhou once told him seriously that the black swordsman was not a demon, but a powerful swordsman.

For a long time, Li Yi calmed down and looked at her: "what do you want to say?"

"I want to help you," said the virgin

Li Yi said calmly: "help me live to be a thousand years old? Through nine catastrophes? And then tamper with all history and tell the world I'm not a demon? "

"The saint said," I can help you block the catastrophe, let you live to 1000 years old, as for the rest, I can't do anything about it. "

Li Yi was surprised and laughed: "I'm curious. How can you help me?"

The saint opened her mouth: "become a disciple of my Yangguang lake. Only in this way can Yangguang Lake spare no effort to help you survive the catastrophe and live over a thousand years old."

It has to be said that the contemporary saint's eloquence is very good. Without Chen Meng's example, he almost believed it.

Become a disciple of Yaoguang lake?

Is it the same as Chen Meng?

Her so-called help may be to suppress him forever, deprive him blindly, and even kill him when he is in a bad mood.

Thinking of this, Li Yi wanted to laugh, and at the same time understood why Zhong Liangshan agreed to the conditions of the calligrapher.

In today's era, the lack of resources and the loss of inheritance, if Li Yi does not want to step into the road of predecessors, then he can only rely on some powerful forces to make changes.

Even with the help of these forces, we should change our own destiny.

This is a compromise.

Li Yi took a deep breath, picked up the cup and whispered, "why help me?" He was very curious. People all over the world said that he was a devil. The Holy Land wanted to get rid of it quickly. If it was just for a God King, was it worth it?

The saint laughed and got up: "brother Li, please follow me."