Chapter 442

Fighting is not only interesting, but also dangerous.

And inevitably.

As long as we don't stand on the Bank of the same river, no matter how much we agree on things, we will inevitably have a dispute over something else. If the dispute turns into a later one, it is likely to become a fight.

When there is a fight, it will be useless to reason at this time. It is still necessary to see whose fist is stronger. In other words, it is the fist that determines right and wrong.

No one knows whether it's true right or wrong, but it's the harder fisted side that's more comfortable.

Whether it's spirit or something.

The scholar stood in the distance, the moonlight sprinkled on his body, some strange light. He looked at the green silk on Li Fuyao's waist. He was surprised, "never heard that you, a famous swordsman, would be a tribute to Luoyang City."

After Li Fuyao became famous in Qingtian City, he knew that there was a swordsman named Li Fuyao. But he never thought that Li Fuyao had already become a sacrifice of Luoyang City.

Here we have to say that Luoyang city's secrecy work is really good.

Li Fuyang raised his head and drank several drinks. He wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "you have to find something to say. I was called to solve the problem. Anyway, the fight is over."

The scholar frowned, as if he felt something interesting. He looked at the big tent not far away, and naturally felt that the General Xu Yan was dead and could not die any more. In fact, there were not many people in the Yanling imperial court, but there were many who were close to the Academy. Only one or two of them were even more interested in learning from the emperor The Palace.

It's just that inside the school palace, it's hard to say who is the louder voice.

if the adult is in charge of the school, he will be a tough student and set up his own team. Only now can he learn the lesson of the palace of learning, and has the final say. The truth is that the adults are valuable to the top three people under the cloud. Besides those who do not dare to speak, they will not win the battle.

With this kind of cultivation, what about those who refuse to accept it in the academy?

The Taoists in Liangxi always don't like to reason. When things happen, they have a big fist and they have reason. But the school is not like this. Even if the leader of the school is the most learned scholar in the world, the reason is not very good. Then it is not much smoother to reason after a fight?

In fact, he is not the only one in the school. There are still many scholars who do not belong to those veins in the school. Why do the masters of the school insist on letting the school become so chaotic?

The world is too changeable and complicated. Who can think through it.

Just like the tortoise shell mentioned yesterday, today has become the past.

The scholar's realm is not high, not only the realm of practice, but also the state of mind, so he can't figure out what to do.

Even he couldn't figure out why Li Fuyao only came here for half a day to see through Xu Yan's desire for the school, but he was always the school's dog.

It's just that he didn't ask.

Li Fuyao will say these things first.

Sure enough, after drinking, Li Fuyao said with a smile: "I'm just guessing. I can't judge whether it's true. He's flustered and scared. Only those who have a ghost in mind can make a knife. Since he's out, I'll do it. His sword is not as fast as mine, so he's dead."

"There will be a new general after wanjieguan, and that person is also my friend."

Li Fuyao looks at the scholar standing in the distance with a smile. There will be a new general after wanjieguan. The man is not someone else, but the old general of the state of Chu, Wen Bailou. Although the state of Chu is a small country, Wen Bailou is a great general.

Some generals in this world are called handsome talents, some are called generals.

Wenbailou has both.

He is a valiant general, and he is an unparalleled commander.

If the monks on the mountain are left behind, the three dynasties will start to attack each other, and the final winner will unify the mountains and rivers. Wenbailou must be a general that all the three dynasties want.

The general was in Luoyang.

Wen Bailou, who has stepped out of the shadow of Chu's extinction, is still willing to fight in the battlefield. This is something that is integrated into his blood, and he is not willing to leave it.

It's just that the Yanling border army, or whatever else, has become the master of the influential military posts.

Before Li Fuyao left Luoyang, he talked to Emperor Yanling and Wen Bailou.

The reason why he asked Xu Yan these questions before was actually selfish. What if it became true.

The scholar suddenly asked, "now that the sage in the cloud has issued a decree saying that it is not allowed to challenge the swordsman privately. If I kill you now, will it be regarded as violating the sage's law and then be executed?"

The sage's law says that it is not allowed to challenge the swordsman. It depends on who he is. If Li Fuyao is the first swordsman of the younger generation, even if Chao Qingqiu is angry, the sage will probably let him die. He can use his life to offset Li Fuyao's life. How can the three religions make money.After all, I don't know how many people believe that Li Fuyao will become a sword immortal one day.

Exchanging life for life seems to be equal, but in fact, the contents are very complicated.

Sometimes human life and human life are really different.

Li Fuyao said, "I came to challenge you on my own initiative, so you can kill me."

This is the truth. It's hard to say whether Chao Qingqiu and those swordsmen think so.

The scholar sighed and said with a smile, "in this case, I will kill you."

Li Fuyao thought it was funny. "Everyone is too Qing. Why do you think you can kill me?"

Li Fuyao must not be a very proud person, but he will not be a person without a little temper. Especially after entering Taiqing, when there are no more Taiqing who died under his sword in Baiyu Town, the scholar's realm is very deep. He should be the most advanced part in Taiqing, but in any case, it is only Taiqing Already.

Li Fuyao was also a swordsman. Could he be worse than him?

It's the same answer no matter who looks at it.

Li Fuyao stood up, threw the jug down from the end of the city and pressed the green silk on his waist.

"What's good?"

If you can make a monk of Taiqing state so confident, you can only say that he has some good things.

The scholar looked at Li Fuyao and didn't hide it. So he took out a knife from somewhere on his body.

The knife is bronze.

The shape is simple and simple, so it is placed in the palm of his hand, which is very small.

The scholar looked at Li Fuyao and said calmly, "I have a knife."

This is utter nonsense. You have a knife in your hand, which everyone can see clearly.

Li Fuyao felt a little interesting and replied, "I have a lot of swords."

This sentence is not nonsense. At least the scholars don't know that Li Fuyao has many swords.

The scholar said with a smile: "I heard that some Taoist Masters combined daomen's technique with Kendo and found a new way. I, Li Yan, went back to the Dao with a knife. I can say that all the ways lead to the same goal."

Li Fuyao gave a sound, and then the green silk hovered in front of him.

A light sword is born.

The meaning of sword soon became more and more intense.

The reason is very simple, because the scholar on the opposite side began to change the bronze knife slowly, and it soon became no different from the ordinary long Dao.

The scholar took hold of the bronze knife, and the sabre Qi soared.

Compared with Li Fuyao's sword sense, this sword idea is not more yielding.

Li Fuyao held the green silk, looked at the moonlight, and then handed out a sword.

Who can say clearly that it will be more smooth to cast swords in the moonlight?

The scholar took the bronze knife and strode forward. It was windy all the way, and there were many strange sounds. It was more like some kind of Crying.

Before Li Fuyao approached, the scholar said with a smile, "the demons on this sword are no less than those on your sword."

It is well known that the swordsman's body is the death place of other friars. But the scholar didn't want to think about it, so he stepped into the dead place. He didn't know how confident he was to do these things.

Li Fuyao looks dignified.

He looked at the light of the knife in the moonlight, and a trace of anxiety flashed across his face.

It's not because the light of this Dao is bright, but it's just that there is something wrong with it.

In the river and the lake, swords and swords are always enemies. In the mountains, they can't be said.

Because swordsmen with swordsmen, no matter what, are much better than those who use swords. In this case, how can they be regarded as mortal enemies?

This is a very realistic problem.

As a Confucian monk, this scholar should not be Li Fuyao's opponent.

In fact, it is the same.

At the same time when the first sword was handed out, Li Yanhui had already stepped back a lot. Although the bronze sword in his hand had solved most of Li Fuyao's sword power, he still suffered from the rest of the sword power.

Li Fuyao grasped the green silk and said calmly, "I don't think this knife will pose any threat to me."

Some of the battles between friars will be very long. That is because the two sides have the same strength, but some will be very short. That is because there is a huge difference between the two sides. For example, there is a big difference between them.

Li Yan replied with a smile: "it's true."

He rubbed his cheek and said, "in that case, do something else?"

Li Fuyao looks at him, and then looks into the distance. At the head of the city in the distance, there is an extra Li Yanhui.

Two people look at each other, see the smile in each other's eyes.

Then a moment later, another Li Yanhui appeared in the distance.

There are three.

Li Fuyao got the news that there were two Taiqing and three Qingsi.

Now it seems that it is the three Taiqing.Carefully speaking, is it a?

Li Fuyao looked at Li Yan and said, "you are a Confucian monk."

Li Yan shook his head and said, "ten thousand methods are like one."

Naturally, he knew what Li Fuyao wanted to say.

Li Fuyang rubbed his head. He never thought that he could see the way of cutting three corpses in a Confucian monk.

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