Chapter 33

In the past many years after becoming a swordsman, Li Fuyao always thought about a question, that is, what kind of swordsman should be in this mountain and river? Is it possible that all of them are like Chen Sheng? So even if Li Fuyao had started practicing swordsmanship, he still didn't know exactly what the swordsman should look like. However, later, he was no longer troubled because he wanted to go to Jianshan, the holy land of swordsmen. There would be many swordsmen there. Naturally, he could find the answer.

Li Fuyao knows that there are many friars in this mountain and river. The ghost in red was not counted before, but Yang weibian later was indeed one. However, for the scholar of Hengyang academy, Qinghuai once said with indifference that it was hard to say how many swords such a monk could weigh under Li Fu's sword.

This is Li Fuyao's real sense of the four sages of Confucianism. The order of the wooden statues is never based on the level of cultivation, but on the length of time they became saints. As for those Confucian sages who have already become saints, after their bodies have disappeared, the wooden statues will also withdraw from the ceremony Hall of Yanling academy, and now the main hall for ritual ceremonies is just the wooden statues of Four Saints.

Zuo sifan highly praised the sage, so when choosing the magic weapon, he chose a blue brush when he saw the sage holding a pen.

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After the ceremony was written, it soon turned into a green rainbow and shot at Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao slashed the green rainbow with a knife. The two intersected, and the sound of gold and stone collision broke out.

Li Fuyao felt a sharp pain in his wrist, but he didn't step back. He twisted his waist and suddenly chopped at the green rainbow which swam on his side.

All the Qi machines in lingfu gushed out, and the white awn on the wood knife rose sharply, even with some fierce meaning.

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

Zuo sifan just sighed, "no wonder the mountains and rivers don't treat you as swordsmen."

This time, Zuo sifan wrote two words on his side, which were gentleman.

This time, these two words did not immediately turn into a green rainbow, but did not disperse for a long time. Zuo sifan was slightly distracted and some lost his soul.

A moment later, he said to himself, "if you lose your heart, you can't talk about a gentleman."

Immediately, the scholar waved and scattered the two words, and then wrote down two words again.

This time, these two words are Hongyi.

These two words are also from the Confucian sage's article in a sentence, "scholars can't do without indomitable, heavy responsibilities and a long way to go."

However, before these two characters were changed into Qinghong, Li Fuyao took the first step and came to the abbot in front of Zuo sifan. Li Fuyao didn't care about the changes after these two words and stabbed him out with a knife.

No friar would want to be so close to the swordsman, so in the next moment, Zuo sifan wanted to step back, but the wood knife had reached his chest, which was quite unavoidable.

Looking at the stab with a sword as a sword, Zuo sifan looks dignified. The word "gentleman" makes him feel a little upset. Now, looking at this sword, he feels a little bored.

Zuo sifan is a monk. He can study more often. Even if he has a discussion with his friends in the Academy, he is always at the end of the day. He has never fought with anyone, let alone a swordsman.

For six thousand years, although the swordsmen have been in ups and downs, they have always stood firm.

The next moment, the wood knife will pierce someone's chest, even Zuo sifan can feel the piercing cold.

But Li Fuyao stopped his sword.

For nothing else, only because the two characters have been completely transformed into Qinghong.

Facing Li Fuyao's back, it is worthwhile to exchange life for life on some occasions, but it is obvious that in today's situation, it is not worth it at all.

So there was the matter of closing the sword.

After the sword was collected, Li Fuyao did not turn around, but lifted the wood knife in his hand back, just blocking the passing path of the green rainbow. Li Fuyao staggered back, and the wood knife in his hand was full of gaps.

Who could have thought that the monk selected by Qinghuai was not far away from the self-examination, and even it was not difficult to step on the green silk with time.

But there are people who know.

At this moment, the girl in green sitting on the platform outside the big tent looked at the full moon and suddenly laughed. She is a monk in the green silk realm. Naturally, she knows what kind of cultivation the monks in these realms are inferior to hers, and even knows how many Qi machines there are in Zuo sifan's chest, but she still selects such a monk for Li Fuyao, so as to force Li Fuyao to the end.

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

So she didn't show up in Zhuyu town before, and chose such a monk for him in luosang river.

She wants Li Fuyao to step into the third sword state when he comes to the sword mountain.

But she was too determined, the big account was cut off by her and the outside world, even now she does not know what is in the big account.Anyway, only one person can come out.

If Li Fuyao was the best, she would have killed the man for him and avenged him.

Sitting on the high platform, Qinghuai seldom said to herself, "Li Fuyao, if you fail to live up to my good intentions, you deserve to die. Don't blame me, and don't complain to your master."

"By the way, if you die, you won't have the chance."

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