Chapter 229

When he rode northward, especially when he rode alone, Li Fuyao felt that he had the demeanor of those great swordsmen in his mouth. Unfortunately, the horse under his hip was not very interesting. After walking for dozens of miles, he was tired and frothing.

Li Fuyao didn't feel any abnormalities at first. After waiting for the trees to fade away slowly in the line of sight, he looked down at the horse's condition. It didn't matter what he saw. It looked at the foam around his big mouth. It frightened Li Fuyao. He waited for him all day and night. If he died in the wilderness, it would be too bad. 。

He turned over and dismounted from the horse. After a careful look, he found that the horse was just exhausted. Li Fuyao, who was relieved, did not go on his way. He tied the horse to a place where he could eat enough. Then he sat down on the big Bluestone beside him, untied the sword box behind his back, took the green silk sword out of the sword box and put it on his knee. In a twinkling of an eye, he looked at the empty sword case again.

Li Fuyao looks melancholy. His martial uncle Xie Lu gave Xiaoxue a gift. Although he didn't take the Xiaoxue sword out to the enemy before, when he raised the sword, he could always remember the strange female martial uncle. Now after leaving the Xiaoxue sword to Li Xiaoxue, he can't see it any more. He feels that his heart is empty.

However, even if there was only one piece of green silk left in the sword box, Li Fuyao never wanted to put it away. The reason why he hung the green silk around his waist was that it was given by another martial uncle Liu Yibai. On the other hand, he always felt that it was not convenient to carry a sword around his waist. Besides, he wanted to hide people's eyes.

Maybe he was Li Fuyao. He felt vaguely that his sword spirit would have dissipated if it was not for the fact that this poem manuscript had been in existence for a long time. He thought that if he met with the sword spirit of Li Fuyao, he would either die on the spot or be seriously injured.

It is very likely that one of the swordsmen who crossed the spring and Autumn period came to the realm of climbing the stairs. The remaining sword spirit in the poems he wrote at random could help Li Fuyao go from Jianqi to Qingsi. If that master still exists in the world, what kind of elegant demeanor would it be?

I'm afraid that even if we can't defeat the sage in the clouds, few people in the mountains and rivers can fight against it, right?

Xu Ji, the old ancestor of Jianshan, was once recognized as a top-ranking swordsman in the mountains and rivers before the sword came out. It was even generally believed that the future was better than that of chaoqingqiu. When chaoqingqiu became a sword immortal, no one would fail to step over that barrier because of Xu Ji. But later, Xu Ji insisted on making the sword for Jianshan, which ended his sword immortal hope Hope, in fact, we all know why.

Even Xu Ji knows.

If there is no plan of the monks of the three religions, no one will believe it.

But even so, at that time, we could see that Xu Ji was still determined to make the sword, so that all the mountains and rivers knew that Jianshan could not be deceived!

Even if he failed to become a sword immortal, he was destined to be remembered for a long time.

I talked to the old ancestor Xianyan about swordsman before, and he said a few words. In fact, Li Fuyao knew what he meant. Even the three religions didn't want to see the sword immortal become a sword immortal. If another swordsman hopes to become the second sword immortal in the past six thousand years, he will be killed if he shows some signs before that day.

Li Fuyao is still a green silk realm now. He doesn't feel much about it. As the realm goes up a little bit, I'm afraid he won't feel that way.

Why do swordsmen often haunt the demon land for six thousand years? This is enough to make people think deeply.

After thinking too much, Li Fuyao shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He put away his green silk sword and stood up. Seeing that the horse was much better than before, he went to lead the horse and did not dare to ride any more. He just led the horse forward.

This time, although Li Fuyao did not walk on the official road, but to be honest, the path is still spacious.

One man, one horse, not crowded.

Li Fuyao patted his waist. If he had put it in the past, he would have drunk a pot of wine hanging around his waist.

After several steps, Li Fuyao was stunned at the scene. He bent his head and held his fingers to calculate. Half a quarter of an hour later, he remembered that today was his birthday. After today, he could not say anything about youth.

Remembering the words Li Wenjing took for him, Li Fuyao laughed.

It's been four years since I came out of white fish town to Jianshan and from Jianshan to Luoyang City.

Li Fuyao reached out to his chest and then touched his head. He vaguely remembered that he was so tall when he was in white fish town. Now he has such a high height.

Li Fuyao laughed.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, on both sides of the mountain, there was a group of mountain bandits staring at Li Fuyao. One of the burly men carried a big knife and watched Li Fuyao rowing alone. He couldn't help but look at the big leader who was dressed differently from the mountain bandits. He asked suspiciously, "brother, do you think this guy is really not a fool Son? "

There was a big mole between his brows and eyes. The man scolded, "have you ever seen a fool and know how to meditate?"The strong man was speechless for a moment.

The man said in a low voice, "tell the brothers that the boy's horse will not be able to run after eating the grass we've given medicine to. Try to behave as much as possible when going down the mountain."

As soon as this sentence was said, it was not only the strong man, but also the mountain bandits around him.

Manners?

When mountain bandits pay attention to this thing?

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