Chapter 320

In the middle of the night, it snowed heavily outside.

Li Fuyao and Meng Danqing were not enemies of life and death. Therefore, after Li Fuyao frankly told Meng Danqing that the demon Xiu had been killed by him and handed over the demon pill to Meng Danqing, Meng Danqing did not think much about Lu Wei's death.

People on the mountain are always the main road. If his relatives and friends are killed by Li Fuyao, it's reasonable for him to get angry and revenge. However, this is Lu Wei, but he meets by chance. Even if he is a Taoist, Meng Danqing doesn't need to offend him. He is Li Fuyao in Taiqing.

Moreover, if we really fight, we may not win.

Even more likely to fail.

Li Fuyao suddenly took out the ghost hunting banner and put it in front of Meng Danqing. He asked softly, "what do you think of Taoist priest?"

Meng Danqing looked intently. As early as Lu Wei's sacrifice of this flag, Meng Danqing felt that it was not a general magic weapon, but even if he liked it, it was difficult to achieve it openly?

Li Fuyao said with a smile, "we have no effect with these things. I suddenly want to exchange this thing for that demon pill."

Before giving Meng Danqing the demon pill, in fact, it was also considered that if Meng Danqing killed the demon Xiu, he should also take the keepsake. However, compared with that, Li Fuyao was much more interested in that demon pill than this ghost catching flag.

Meng Danqing did not consider, immediately took out the demon pill.

Right away.

Li Fuyao doesn't care how Meng Danqing explains to his teacher.

Take back the demon pill again, Meng Danqing took an excuse to say goodbye.

It was soon gone.

This group of men is left in the room.

From Li Fuyao's leaving this room to his return, it didn't take much time.

But it's settled.

Li Fuyao glanced at the cold soup pot and did not speak.

But the thin man asked, "what does the immortal master want us to do?"

In fact, he always knew how to call the mountain gods.

Li Fuyao blinked and said in a soft voice, "naturally, it's time to steer. The ship still has to go."

The ship still has to go, and the road has to go.

Li Fuyao has already set foot in the Taiqing state. Naturally, he wants to go to the demon soil. Li Fuyao can't say what he is for. Maybe he just wants to meet Qinghuai girl and tell her that he is more powerful?

But it shouldn't be just that.

When he left the room and went back to the wing room, the boy had already been taken away. Naturally, no one could tell who was staring at him. When he returned to the room, Feng Lu still fell asleep on the ground.

Li Fuyao said, "we are going to the demon soil."

Feng Lu said nothing.

After thinking about it, Li Fuyao took off his boots and slept on the bed. He even covered himself with a quilt.

When he arrived at Li Fuyao's realm, he had long been immune to cold and heat. If he had not had the idea of occasionally, he would not even have to eat food. As for sleeping at night, he didn't have to eat.

Li Fuyao used to raise swords for a lot of time before. The days when he really went to sleep were very few.

Feng Lu had never seen it, so it was strange.

Li Fuyao worried and said, "I seem to have been watched."

It's a guess, but it's not just a guess.

Feng Lu tilted his head and opened his eyes with difficulty. He said with disapproval: "a swordsman who practices sword but has come to this level in recent years is not being watched. I think there is something wrong with their brains."

Nowadays, Confucianism and Taoism are the two religions in this mountain and river. It's not like 6000 years ago. In this long time, I don't know how many swordsmen with good talent died inexplicably.

It is only in the years after the arrival of chaoqingqiu that a lot of things have not happened.

Of course, in addition to the Qing Dynasty and autumn, there is also a very important reason that there are fewer and fewer swordsmen nowadays.

Before Li Fuyao ascended Jianshan, the remaining living people in Jianshan were his elder martial brother Wu Shanhe and his ancestor Xuji.

The three martial uncles in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan are already dead. In fact, they are the same as the two sword immortals in Jianshan.

However, Xi Chunan could still leave Jianshan according to the secret method, but the two sword immortals could not leave for a moment.

In addition, there are not too many swordsmen traveling in the mountains and rivers.

Li Fuyao said with a smile, "why do we have to struggle with each other to find the way?"

Feng Lu rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to answer the question.

Personal road is naturally unrelated to other people, as long as you go far enough, but in fact, when you do not go far enough, you will naturally have other ideas.

In fact, there is no essential difference between the mountain and the mountain.

Li Fuyao wanted to say something more, but he heard a slight snore coming out, and Fenglv fell asleep again.

No more words.

Li Fuyao looked out of the window and listened to the falling snow.The night passed.

The next day's light was still shining through the window.

Li Fuyao opened his eyes and squinted.

After getting up, Li Fuyao recalled the imperial sword method he had obtained at the bottom of the river before naohai.

That's the sword immortal's way to control the sword. Just having such a name is enough for most swordsmen in the world to follow it.

I don't know why. Li Fuyao has had more than one sword on his side since he came down from Jianshan. Other swordsmen can say that although the world is big, I only have one sword.

But from Li Fuyao's experience, from the very beginning of green silk and light snow, they are two handles.

After Xiao Xue gave Li Xiaoxue, she took the green silk for a short time and met Jian 19.

Sword 19 Li Fuyao can't find his master yet, so he has another ten thousand feet long.

Liu Yibai's sword case can hold many swords. However, Li Fuyao had always felt a little awkward. On that sword case, there was a line of small characters engraved on it, which said that although the world is big, I only have one sword.

However, the successive Wars made Li Fuyao completely change his mind. He didn't have to refer to anyone or avoid anyone. He could do anything if he wanted to.

Kendo is the most suitable for you. Only you know it. Others can't really see it.

Sitting quietly in front of the window, Li Fuyao recalled the Dharma and found that the opening sentence was to belittle all the Dharma methods that use blood essence to raise swords.

Li Fuyao laughed bitterly.

Do you insist on using bitter method to raise sword in recent years, or is it superior?

After a brief sigh, Li Fuyao began to think about the things in his mind. When he wrote them down, he didn't pay much attention. This was the first time he seriously studied.

After reading this, Li Fuyao was shocked by a sentence in his mind: "the number of swords in my life depends on the number of lingfu."

Li Fuyao was startled. There were dozens of his own swords because there were enough lingfu.

Li Fuyao frowned. When it comes to the sword of life, the green silk sword is not so good now. Even if it is raised to the point where it can become the sword of life, it is just a lingfu.

Is that not to say that the sword immortal has dozens of spirit houses?

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