Chapter 317

The past is gone.

Whether a wisp of sword spirit or a wisp of remnant soul is a thing of the past.

It doesn't have to be too sad.

If he didn't bring out the sword box, he could only hang the ten thousand Zhang long on one side and the green silk on the other side. It looked like a bit of a stranger, but it could only be so.

After sorting out the broken swords and robes, Li Fuyao walked out of here, closed the stone gate, and went back to the previous cave.

Still illuminated with white bones.

It can be confirmed that it was a white bone of ten thousand feet. Two pieces of thigh bone were taken away by Li Fuyao. Fortunately, the method was not on the bone of the leg, otherwise Li Fuyao would have regretted his intestines.

Li Fuyao squatted down and turned over the white bones carefully. At last, he saw a line of small characters on his skull. It was time for him to become a sword master.

In fact, looking at the handwriting on it, it can't be just carved. The sword immortal 6000 years ago doesn't want to lose his secret method. He has already left his followers. If he really died here one day, the cave will naturally be able to see the sun again. Then the secret method of imperial sword may sink to the bottom of the river, and it will never be known or predestined People get, always can't say clearly.

Li Fuyao wrote down the lines of the method of counting the cross by the light of the fire. After thinking about it, he took the white bone back and put it with the robe.

Back in front of the stone wall again, this time Li Fuyao stabbed it with a sword, leaving some traces on the stone wall.

Li Fuyao stepped back two steps, and the spirit of the sword gushed out of the lingfu, like a river rushing forward and a sword passed out.

The sword light flashed.

As the sword swept, the stone wall collapsed.

A moment later, the river poured in.

Li Fu shakes back his sword and swims forward.

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the night was like ink, and it was still snowing.

Feng Lu was lying in the wing room, and someone came by in the daytime. The middle-aged Taoist priest in bright yellow Taoist robe took away the sword case in front of Feng Lu's face. The latter was indifferent.

Fortunately, he just took away the sword box, and didn't pay attention to Fenglv. Otherwise, the big black donkey might have to jump and scold his mother.

The young boy stood by the window and looked at the big black donkey who had been lying on the ground for a whole day, thinking about whether to throw some fodder for him. But after a moment, he shook his head and ate the fodder. What should he do if he took a shit on the boat? He didn't have to clean it up by himself. If the donkey died of hunger, he would simply not do it or eat it.

It's not bad. It's very hot.

Feng Lu looked up at the young man and thought that if I didn't want to digest the last medicine, let alone you, even the two Taoist priests with ox noses in Taoist robes would fight together.

How could Li Fuyao lose his life even if he was defeated by the two Taoists? Your son's sword box has been taken away, and you will not come back!

Thinking of these, Feng Lu is a little upset. Do you think you're such a bastard, you lost your life like this?

Feng Lu naturally knew that the ship had shaken before, but he didn't choose to go to find out. He just lay on his stomach in the house. When the middle-aged Taoist priest in bright yellow Taoist robe came to take Li Fuyao's sword case, Fenglu knew that Li Fuyao must have been in trouble, but he didn't know what had happened.

Wandering in the world, life is important. Why don't you know such a simple truth?

Feng Lu sighed and simply closed his eyes and went to sleep.

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The ship was not small at all, except for the rooms on the upper floor, the bottom floor was the room where the handyman lived.

I've been tired for a day and it's freezing. I have to do something.

The servant girls are not lucky to eat mutton from the south.

The man who loves to eat instant boiled mutton is qingtianjun, and no matter whether his mutton is authentic or not, he is bound to be the most famous eater.

Therefore, the mutton he ate was not ordinary mutton, but the meat of Baize people.

The ancient ethnic group, except qingtianjun, no one else wanted Baize to send so many disciples out every year.

The instant boiled mutton eaten by the handyman is not the kind that qingtianjun eats, and the taste is not as good as that of qingtianjun. But in the eyes of the handyman, it is already a very good thing.

The room was filled with hot fog, and several men sat around the pot. They put mutton into the pot, but they had already poured it into the pot. In the eyes of gourmands, this behavior is purely insulting food.

But these guys don't think that much.

It's what they have to think about.

Several men were putting meat into the pot. Someone picked up a jar of wine from the nearby stove and poured a bowl to all the people around him. Looking at the steaming wine, someone suddenly said, "today I saw a big fish in the water."

It's strange to see fish, but as long as it's said, it's not a general thing.Soon someone echoed, "I saw it too."

More people said: "the fish head is very big, with many sharp teeth."

"The Taoist who has been on the boat for a long time is in the bow today. It seems that he is fishing for the fish. The owner seems not to be ordinary people. Can they be The gods on the mountain? "

This sentence is full of fear and doubt, but there is no awe.

Someone whispered, "what if the owner finds out about that?"

As soon as this sentence was said, there was no sound in the room. Only the sound of boiling soup could be heard.

Some people said angrily, "how can I do it? Since the owner is a mountain god, this amount of capacity should be there. Is it difficult to still feel that..."

Speaking of the latter, the man was unable to speak.

A little guilty.

"The immortals on the mountain don't treat the people at the bottom of the mountain as human beings..."

There was a sudden voice.

It's just like how can we kill people on the mountain

Another long silence.

At this time, a thin man who had not spoken before put down his sea bowl and swallowed the mutton in his mouth. He said indifferently, "if the owner knows these things, he will kill us."

This statement is very positive, and no one refutes it.

A moment later, someone whispered, "it's not easy to kill the owner, is it?"

This is nonsense. The owners are all gods on the mountain. If it's easy to kill, it's OK.

No one wants to talk.

Until the door was suddenly kicked open.

Some of the snow is coming in.

But soon it was gone.

Because the door was closed again.

A drenched young man came in, without saying a word, went straight to get a bowl of chopsticks, a few chopsticks, mutton, and even a sip of hot wine, then asked: "how to kill?"

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