Chapter 34

The young girl sitting on the high platform outside the tent was alone and fragmentary, but the boy who was fighting for life and death in the big tent didn't know it.

The wood knife in Li Fuyao's hand is now full of gaps. His clothes are even more broken, and his hair is even a little scattered. It seems that the scene is not very good at the moment. However, the scholar in snow-white clothes has a bone deep wound in his right hand, which is holding the green brush. Blood drips down his arm along the brush holder and at the tip of the brush On the ground, it was the only sound in the big tent except for their breath and heartbeat. It seemed strange. As for the wound, it was the work of Li Fuyao's knife before. Before the Qinghong which was transformed by Hongyi disappeared, Li Fuyao's knife was accurately cut on the right hand. If it was not for the fear of the power of Qinghong, the right hand should be cut off now.

In fact, Li Fuyao, a swordsman who did not use a sword, did not suffer much from the previous short-term fight in the big tent. He only wanted to defeat Zuo sifan in a short period of time. Obviously, it is not a simple thing. At least now, Zuo sifan is not at a disadvantage.

Looking at the young man who was panting in front of him, I also knew that his current state was not as miserable as it appeared. Thinking that he could at least make three or five knives, each of which might be harmful to him. Zuo sifan was really bored.

In fact, no matter who it is, as long as he is in this situation, he will be very upset, and may even have some other emotions.

As a scholar who came out of Yanling, the orthodox school of Confucianism, Zuo sifan was a scholar who had seen the world in any way, although he was not in a high level. Now he is being watched by a monk in a small remote country, and he may die at any time. How can he not be upset?

What's more, this young man is still a swordsman who is not waiting to be seen by the three religions.

Zuo sifan changed his blue brush to his left hand, and after thinking about what to write down to deal with it, he suddenly felt a gust of wind, which made the big tent swing from side to side. The young man with a wood knife came to him, calmly looking at Zuo sifan, who could hardly write anything on his right hand. After a moment of silence, Li Fuyang shot it.

This knife is indeed a shot.

The knife came very slowly. Zuo sifan thought that he would not wait to die. He believed that he would be able to avoid it soon. However, at the moment when he lifted his breath, the young man on the opposite side said sarcastically: "Mr. Zuo, what's the meaning of gentleman?"

The word "gentleman" makes Zuo sifan's body shape a meal, that is, a meal. The Qi machine that he just mentioned in the lingfu suddenly dissipates. Between the electric light and the flint, his chest does not escape the beat.

So that beat the knot firmly on his chest, so he directly flew out, is spitting out a big mouthful of blood in the air.

Li Fuyao didn't take advantage of the victory. He just watched Zuo sifan fall to the ground, slowly went to the table over there and picked up the book. Then he asked with a smile, "Mr. Zuo, there is no explanation of gentleman in the book of sages?"

Kill the heart!

Zuo sifan, who didn't get up immediately after he fell to the ground, turned pale and his lips trembled. After sitting upright, Zuo sifan glanced at the blue brush in his hand and endured the intense pain in the spiritual place. He remembered that when he entered the school palace, the first lesson of the master of the Academy was to talk about the meaning of a gentleman, and he was determined to be a real man in these years The gentleman, even his own magic weapon, the blue brush, was named after gentleman by him. However, if you think carefully, what he has done in these years can be regarded as a real gentleman. When he accepted the sacrifice in Yanling, he claimed that he was different from other friars. On weekdays, he was independent and disdained to associate with others. However, since he left the school, he came to Yanling I'm not a gentleman any more. I'm still following the Chen army to luosanghe to help Yanling destroy the Zhou state.

Where is a gentleman to bully and act like this?

Looking up at Li Fuyao, Zuo sifan said dejectedly, "I can't imagine that you are young, and your vision is so fierce. Compared with you, Zuo's practice in these years is not worth mentioning."

Zuo sifan didn't say enough, but Li Fuyao already knew it. The meaning was simple, that is to say, he saw that there was a magic barrier in his heart and disturbed his mind with the word "gentleman".

Li Fuyao took up his sword and stood quietly, explaining: "Mr. Zuo is a great talent of Yanling academy, and he has set foot on that road before me for more than ten years. Without some means, it is difficult to defeat Mr. Zuo."

Zuo sifan said with a laugh: "it's normal to be overtaken by your descendants. However, you are so intelligent that you should not be a young man in a remote country. If you were born in Luoyang City, maybe you and I can call each other a martial brother now."

"There are a lot of children in Luoyang City who are brought into the family of Yanling every year, but they can't pick out any talented and gorgeous ones. It's the good seedlings that the school masters meet when they occasionally visit mountains and rivers. There's a natural Taoist talent on the other side of Liangxi. His talent is really powerful. He has become the first person of the younger generation in the mountains and rivers, but it is Yanling, Although there are some good talents, there is no match for that Taoist. It's a pity that you are so old to practice sword. You might as well turn to Yanling, and you can go further on that road in the future. "Li Fuyao did not expect that the scholar was not worried about his own life, but was still trying to persuade him to go to the Yanling Academy.

Li Fuyao did not speak, but shook his head, which was a refusal.

At the moment, the young man holding the knife raised the wood knife and asked in a low voice, "has the last word been written, sir?"

What Li Fuyao can see is Zuo sifan's left hand hidden behind his back. The blue brush writes the last word on the uneven ground. When he stops writing, Li Fuyao opens his mouth.

Li Fuyao didn't want Zuo sifan to finish writing that word. Instead, he really needed some time to regulate the Qi in the lingfu, so that the Qi could run into the meridians later.

So there was the last word written by Zuo sifan.

Reason.

Zuo sifan once wrote a Li character before, but now he writes a Li character. Although the two words have the same pronunciation, they are quite different in content.

Etiquette is etiquette.

Reason is truth.

After the Li characters were formed on the ground, they quickly turned into green rainbow like the previous ones, and swept straight to Li Fuyao. Although Li Fuyao did not see the means of Confucian monks for the first time, he still felt strange. Before, Yanyu could drive countless green silk. The words written by one pen could turn into Qinghong. Although it seemed that Yanyu was more powerful, he still felt strange Obviously, Li Fuyao could not easily deal with this word.

Li Fuyao takes a deep breath. The Qi machines in the lingfu are like a big river. They all gush out. It seems that the whole person has produced infinite strength. He slashes the green rainbow with a knife. Zuo sifan doesn't want to die, so does Li Fuyao.

Two people who don't want to die naturally want each other to die.

Qinghong and Chai Dao intersect. With a dull hum, Chai Dao collapses again. Li Fuyao does not retreat, but advances. He gushes out all the Qi in the spirit mansion. Chai Dao pushes forward inch by inch, which makes the crack of Qinghong spread like a spider's net.

It was soon separated by a wood knife.

The two severed green rainbow bumps into Li Fuyao's chest, which makes the latter's body shake. Then the young man holding the wood knife spits out two mouthfuls of blood.

The green rainbow dissipated.

Zuo sifan, who was sitting on the ground, was very pale. Black blood began to flow out of his ears, nose and eyes, which was very sad.

He thought about what Zhang KaiKou said, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he vomited a lot of black blood from his mouth, which made him speechless. Li Fu shook down the blood in his throat and whispered, "I think you could not write the last word, so after writing it, not only did it not achieve the expected effect, but also made him such a scene."

Zuo sifan looks up at Li Fuyao. His eyes are not as calm and calm as before, but full of fear.

Li Fuyao put the wood knife full of gaps on Zuo sifan's neck. He thought about what to say for a long time, but in the end, he did not say anything. He wiped the wood knife over Zuo sifan's neck.

The latter covered his neck in horror, but still could not stop the blood from flowing out of the neck, and soon fell down, no breath, completely cut off the vitality.

Li Fuyao glanced at the blue brush, put the wood knife back on his back, blew out the oil lamp and walked out of the tent.

In the open space outside the tent, there were a group of Chen Guoshi soldiers who had just experienced Zhou People's attack on the camp. But now they are just standing there looking up at the young girl sitting on the high platform, so that few people notice the arrival of Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao thinks that this scene is really absurd. Qinghuai is a monk, but a monk in the green silk realm can really kill hundreds of thousands of soldiers?

The answer is not known for the time being, because it did not happen.

Looking at the extremely miserable Li Fuyao came to the open space and called out to the girl sitting on the high platform, "he is dead."

Qinghuai glanced at him, jumped down from the high platform, and joked, "Li Fuyao, you really came out. I've made a good plan for you to die in it. Next time I meet your master, I'll run far away."

Li Fuyao ignored this sentence and asked, "what about these people?"

Green locust turns to smile way: "or kill?"

The words didn't mean to keep their voices down. As soon as the words were said, the faces of the soldiers around them turned pale. They couldn't bear any resistance to the girl who killed more than a dozen monks sent by the Yanling Dynasty.

Li Fuyao smiles and turns around.

At this time, green locust found that this guy had blood from the sleeve to the palm, and then dropped to the ground.

Green locust don't go too far, don't know why, suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

The feeling was really speechless, but she soon concluded that she was too urgent and led to Li Fuyao's guilt like this.

Feeling the wound on his chest, he also felt that the blood was flowing out of his body. Li Fuyao struggled forward, ignoring anything else.This young man with a wooden knife on his back is very much like a swordsman who has been enjoying a prosperous scenery in the mountains and rivers in those years.

He is really a swordsman.

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