Chapter 81

Li Fuyao, who was still not clear about the situation, saw that the fufu sword was stabbing at him. After a short absence of consciousness, he quickly pulled out the wooden sword on his waist, put the sword across his chest, lifted it upward, and then stabbed it on the body of the sword again, making it wobble like a drunk.

Li Fuyao stepped back a few steps and looked at the strange no return sword. Before he left the white fish town, he saw Chen Sheng picking up the white fish sword in the White Fish River. At that time, the sword even turned into a big white fish, which was much more frightening than the rusty no more sword now.

However, there was no sign of retreating from the unfulfilled sword. After the rally, Li Fuyao dodged again. The wooden sword slapped on the body of the sword and made a slight noise. Then Li Fuyao wanted to reach out and hold the handle of the no return sword. Who knows, the sword soon galloped away, After stopping in the distance, he doesn't take out the sword easily. He just points at Li Fuyao with the tip of his sword.

Li Fuyao looked at the sword in a daze and said, "brother sword, this is a good conversation. Why are you so impatient?"

Li Fuyao didn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, the sword seemed to be eager to try. After a bitter smile, Li Fuyao really shut up. The bottom of the cliff is strange. It seems that I can only meet the elder in the bamboo house.

Li Fuyao raised his eyes and looked at the bamboo house in the distance opposite, and finally walked into the river again.

As soon as I stepped down, I felt the sword spirit in the stream. I could not count it clearly.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps, and some blood came out of the stream. After several steps, the sword spirit entered the blood of the meridians along the slit. At this time, Li Fuyao frowned, sweat appeared on his forehead, and he stepped on the bank a few more steps.

But as soon as the scenery changed, I went back to the shore.

Li Fuyao was speechless. If it was not for the wound under his feet that reminded him that this was not a dream, he would really attribute what happened in front of him to another kind of illusion.

However, since he has to return to the other side of the river, Li Fuyao would not believe it if he said that there was nothing arranged in this place.

He turned to look at the sword, and asked tentatively, "what should I do?"

It seems that she is still angry, but she turns around and ignores Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao touched his head and said with a smile, "give me directions?"

Bu Fu Jian points to the stream reluctantly. It seems that Li Fuyao wants to go again.

Li Fuyao pulled his mouth. "Didn't you lie to me?"

This time, there is no movement in the sword.

Li Fuyang looked down at his bleeding feet and laughed at himself. Then he stepped into the stream for the third time, but this time, when he reached the other bank, he returned to the bank.

Li Fuyao looked helpless. This time, he turned back to see the sword. The latter ignored him.

Li Fuyao found a big stone at random and sat down to dry the blood for himself. Then he said helplessly, "it must be some kind of fantasy or an array, but how to break it? Brother sword, you have been here for so long, and you don't want to tell me the way out. Forget it. If you give me some advice, it will probably amuse me."

Fufujian is in the distance, ignoring Li Fuyao, who has been talking to himself.

Li Fuyao continued to sit still. After looking at the sky for a long time, he suddenly murmured a curse.

After sitting for about two or three hours, there was no sign of the sun moving westward at all.

This is clearly a fantasy.

So Li Fuyao, who seems to have figured out something, walked into the stream for the fourth time, and unfortunately returned to his original place when he was about to step on the opposite bank.

Li Fuyao was a little upset. He looked at the sword again, took a breath and stepped into the stream again. Finally, he returned to the original place without accident.

Li Fuyao was a little desperate.

What exactly does this mean?

Sitting on the bank, Li Fuyang looked down at his feet and then turned to look at the handle.

There is still no answer.

"What does that mean?"

Li Fuyao looked up at the sky, but he couldn't think clearly.

After sitting dead for another half an hour, Li Fuyao went to see the broken sword and the stone on which the sword was no longer lying. But after reading it, he felt that there was no benefit. Finally, he returned to the stream.

If not, the martial uncles warned him not to use the sword at will before he came down the cliff bottom. Otherwise, he would have wanted to strike a sword at the stream. But if he could not walk across the river, it would be impossible to see the sword?

So in the unknown how many failed to return, Li Fuyao once again stepped into the stream.

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the bamboo cottage not far from the stream is located on the bluestone. It is not easy to build a bamboo hut where there is no green bamboo at the bottom of the cliff. Nowadays, there are two people sitting opposite each other in the bamboo cottage. They are not the white haired hermit as Li Fuyao thought, but just two young people.One male and one female, one gray and one white.

The young man in the gray robe said with a smile: "I thought that the sword should be taken away by the disciples of Jianshan soon after it fell down. However, after waiting for a long time, he gradually thought that Jianshan had forgotten this stubble, but he was a little angry. Liu Xiang was the most natural and comfortable sword immortal in the world at that time. After the death of Jianshan, there was none Is it not disrespectful for a man to gather up his relics. But no one came to take it for years, and I had some expectations. But now that Jianshan is allowed to take it by such a younger generation, it will wither more and more after the war on that day. "

The woman in white chuckled and said, "even so, it's too much for you to let that boy walk through the river a hundred times before he can get through it. You put him in front of the stream to indicate that he is infatuated, but is he so crazy?"

The man in grey robe said calmly: "nothing else. In short, even if you want to see me, you have to test him at least. As for the later things, I have been here for a long time. Otherwise, how can I pay attention to the swordsmen in this realm? How can I see the characters who blow their breath and make this young man die He's worth it? "

The woman in white shook her head and sighed: "if his Kendo has a promising future and is expected to become the second willow lane, how can we not?"

The man in grey robe said calmly, "there is only one willow Lane in the world. How can we say that there is a second willow lane?"

The woman in white remembers something old. For a moment, she has a lot of feelings. After half a silence, she doesn't make any sound. She just looks out of the window. Although she can't see the scenery clearly, she can almost tell through the sword that the young man has stepped into the stream again.

She sighed in a low voice: "in any case, there are so many swords under the cliff, you must give him one."

The man in grey robe is almost rigid and inhuman. "If he is not a fellow, the sword under the cliff will not be taken away. No wonder I don't blame you, just himself."

The woman in white was speechless.

The man in grey robed stood up and said with a smile: "before World War I, Liuxiang had a sword for thousands of miles. It was called the most powerful sword spirit by swordsmen in the world. It was the only one in ancient times. For a moment, I didn't know how many swordsmen gave up their original sword skills and turned to concentrate on the sword spirit. But what was the result? Liuxiang, the most powerful swordsman, fought against the enemy in Jianshan Even Xie Lu, the woman who had never been beheaded, even the woman Xie Lu, had two statues cut off. The willow lane was said to be incomparable in the world. It was so unbearable that he was not beating himself in the face? At that time, the four words of "high spirited and high spirited" were used in everyone's body, but I only thought that Liuxiang was worthy of being called. In this case, how could he die on Jianshan? "

"What do you think?" the woman in white frowned

The man in the grey robe laughed but did not speak. He just walked out of the bamboo hut to see the boy who had spent more than 100 times walking down the stream.

It's hard to say whether he is a fellow, but at least he feels that he is qualified to talk to himself.

Only when he came out of the bamboo house.

At the bottom of the cliff, the sound of swords would never stop ringing.

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