Chapter 147: Do not do

Xu Ji went to pick up the lantern and looked at the city. The overwhelming sword spirit swept across the sky, making the entire border town feel terrified.
Ordinary people may not understand the meaning of this sword aura, but they can also feel a sense of oppression in their instinct.
Lin Hongzhu glanced at Zhou Xuance, didn't say much, just turned around quickly.
The demon leader was injured by Xu Ji’s sword, and now it’s not a realistic thing to find trouble with Zhou Xuance, who is also in the ascendant realm. Regarding that Jianshan ancestor’s sudden move, how can Lin Hongzhu Never thought of it, but in fact it is not too strange, Lin Hongzhu has already guessed a lot of things.
Someone released a message asking him to kill Zhou Xuance. The purpose was naturally not because someone wanted Zhou Xuance to die. On the contrary, the attention should be on Gu Yuan. He was just a pawn.
But this chess piece is really not so easy to hold in his hand. A monk who climbed the stairs is still the leader of the demon cult. Apart from the saint, anyone who dares to say will definitely be able to kill the leader of the demon cult. In the palm of your hand?
So this matter is full of many variables.
But whether it is the Luan Xiang who hides in the city, Zhou Xuance himself, or the Qingshan Confucian who is already dead and can no longer die, no one can think of it. There is no need for Li Fuyao in this situation. Turned out to be the biggest variable.
Because of the thoughts and actions of the Qingshan Confucian scholar, the ancestor who did not know how many years had not walked in the world went down the mountain.
A swordsman who climbed the stairs.
It's too terrible.
Zhou Xuance didn't make a move to stop Lin Hongzhu, who was already seriously injured. It was not unwilling, but he was quite jealous of the Jianshan ancestor who was still in the city.
Zhou Xuance, holding up an oiled paper umbrella, walked a few steps. He really couldn't understand why the death of a young swordsman who was only a swordsman in the second stage could alarm the Jianshan ancestor down the mountain?
This kind of thing, not to mention him, I am afraid that even the most knowledgeable schoolmaster in the world can't think about it.
If this swordsman is withered, Jianshan has already valued so much for a disciple of the second stage, which is not realistic.
The only thing to say is that this young swordsman has already made that sword mountain take it seriously.
Zhou Xuance was silent, what was going on in this world now, when he finally went out, he met such a freak, which made him feel speechless.
Go to find the little girl Gu Yuan under the eaves. Gu Yuan held a pile of cold food, raised his head and asked, "Uncle Master, is Li Fuyao dead?"
Zhou Xuance was startled, he really hadn't thought about it.
Yes, if it is said that the young man was killed, it would be logical to make this Jianshan ancestor Thunder furious.
But Zhou Xuance, who had figured this out, was suddenly a little embarrassed, because facing Gu Yuan, he didn't know how to speak.
Gu Yuan soon reddened his eyes and choked up, "Master, Li Fuyao is really dead?"
Zhou Xuance comforted him softly, "Not necessarily, if he really died, I'm afraid Lin Hongzhu won't be able to leave."
Gu Yuan lowered his head and ignored Zhou Xuance, but kept crying.
Zhou Xuance touched the little girl's head, and whispered softly: "It's no use guessing, let's go and see?"
Gu Yuan raised his head and ran to the inn.
Zhou Xuance held her, "Not there."
Gu Yuan looked up, his face full of doubts.
Over there in the city.
The old ancestor stuffed the lantern into Li Fuyao's arms and sat down on the ground, regardless of whether his clothes were wet with rain or not, Xu Ji, with a tired face, raised his hand, looked at Li Fuyao beside him, and asked with a smile: " Little guy, have you encountered anything interesting these days after going down the mountain?"
Li Fuyao nodded, and then sat next to his ancestor, and told Xu Ji what he had seen these days.
Speaking of the little girl Wen Yao, the river demon and his wife, the Wang Shi Dao, and finally the girl's sword embryo and how to see the teacher Liu Yibai about Dayu Jianghu.
The old ancestor laughed and said: "Before you, Master Liu was driven off Jianshan by me, he liked to tell his fellow brothers on the mountain what he was in the rivers and lakes. I used to think this was talking nonsense. It seems that it is not fake at all, as true as his sword aura."
Li Fuyao said helplessly: "Uncle Liu is actually very serious."
The ancestor shook his head, "You little guy and the kid I know?"
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.
The ancestor looked at the sword box next to Li Fuyao, and asked, "Qingsi and Xiaoxue, which of the two swords is more suitable?"
Li Fu shook his head and said bluntly: "Qingsi."
The ancestor rubbed his brows, "I thought about sending you the old things, but you have Qingsi and Xiaoxue. It doesn't make much sense to give you a sword. This time may be the last goodbye. I will ask again. Don't this old thing?"
Li Fuyao still shook his head this time, "No more."
The old ancestor twitched his mouth, "Swordsmen in the world, if I ask if I want my Xu Ji's saber, only you dare to say that."
Li Fuyao smiled, but did not smile.
The ancestor was already a little bit unable to open his eyes, so he stopped saying anything, just stood up and looked at Li Fuyao, "The last time I met, little guy, do you want to see the master make a sword?"
Li Fuyao nodded.
Xu Ji laughed loudly, "I can't help it if I want to see it. Master's last strength has to be kept back to Jianshan, but I haven't seen your little guy hand out an exquisite sword move, which is a bit boring."
Li Fuyao lowered his head.
Xu Ji rubbed Li Fuyao's head for the third time, and finally exhorted: "Little guy, there is a sword at his waist, and it makes sense in his heart. You don't have to think too much about what you do. Master doesn't care about shameless statements."
After Li Fushang nodded, he was about to reply, but Xu Ji was nowhere to be seen when he raised his head.
The ancestor of Jianshan came and went in a hurry.
Li Fuyao stood there, dumbfounded.
Before the ancestor stood up and put his hands behind his back, but Li Fuyao clearly saw that the ancestor's hands were shaking slightly, the previous sword was not easy.
Moreover, the old attitude of the ancestors is not a fake, on the contrary, it is real.
This old ancestor is really very likely to appear in the world for the last time, after this trip out of the sword, he ran out of the last things, and returned to Jianshan almost to be twilight.
That's why Li Fuyao was really sad, how could this old ancestor die of old age so easily.

Lin Hongzhu met Luan Ping who had gone and returned outside the school.
Luan Ping, the master of Chen Guoxiangguo with blood still dripping in his abdomen, was not surprised at all. Seeing the white-haired and red-robed demon leader, the old man simply sat on the threshold and waved his hands indiscriminately: "If you want to kill, kill, old man. It is not wrong to die by the old madman and then be beaten by you, the demon leader."
Lin Hongzhu frowned and said, "You, a monk who climbs the stairs, don't go to the mountains to stay, but you are rolling in the secular dynasty. Why?"
Luan Ping sniffed, "Why, what do you think it is? If you can't see the end of the road ahead, find something to do, who can do all these things if you are full?"
Lin Hongzhu sneered: "So you have to count me?"
Luan Ping said nonchalantly: "It's just a sale. I help those sneaky guys plan. They give the old man what they want, and the old man gives them what they want. Why not do it?"
Lin Hongzhu snorted coldly, did not answer, just walked over and sat beside Luan Ping.
Luan Ping gloated and asked, "How is it, how does Xu Ji's sword taste?"
Thinking of that sword, the demon leader looked weird, "Xu Ji is clearly at the end of the crossbow, but the power of the sword is still fearless. The swordsman's killing power is the highest in the mountains and rivers. It is not nonsense. I have some I want to see what those swordsmen looked like when they were full of spirits six thousand years ago. Is it possible that they all walked with their heads facing the sky?"
Luan Ping spit out blood, "It's almost done. Back then, those swordsmen were sitting in the mountains and rivers, and there were many capable swordsmen, you provoke a swordsman, but no one helped, but you can think of ten and twenty Years later, this swordsman will leave you far behind? There is no monk who holds more grudges than a swordsman, and no one really dares to say that a certain swordsman will stabilize his life. Those guys are like killing people and killing demons. , Very neat."
Lin Hongzhu frowned, what is Lisuo?
Luan Ping glanced at Lin Hongzhu, and smiled to himself: "If you, the demon cult leader, were practicing swordsmanship, I'm afraid no one would provoke you. What is Zhou Xuance?"
Lin Hongzhu remained silent.
Luan Ping covered her lower abdomen and said softly: "Lin Hongzhu, the old man calculated you before, but now he wants to do a big thing with you again, can you do it?"
"What's the matter?" Lin Hongzhu carelessly.
Luan Ping asked sternly: "Do you want to tell your own truth to the world?"
Lin Hongzhu looked sideways.
Luan Ping laughed and said: "In one day, the Yanling Dynasty will not have this chance. Therefore, establishing a new dynasty is the only way!"
Lin Hongzhu pointed to the cloud.
Not much to say, but it is already clear.
Luan Ping said boldly: "Could it be that you, Lin Hongzhu, don't believe that one day he will become one of the saints in the cloud?"
Lin Hongzhu sneered.
Luan Ping said sincerely: "Lin Hongzhu, Confucian orthodoxy says you are a heresy and a demon, but Luan Ping doesn't think so. All theories in the world should be kept in the world and allowed to develop. As for right and wrong, the world will see , Not just the words of one or two people!"
Lin Hongzhu's face was expressionless, "These words of you are pretty good to deceive Lin Hongzhu 50 years ago."
Luan Pingyan was embarrassed.
Lin Hongzhu turned and left.
"The dynasty is destroyed. If the saint on the cloud does not ask questions, I, Lin Hongzhu, will never believe it. At least until I become holy, it will never be possible to hear the doctrines in the world. If you have the ability, try it. If one day I will Red candle stands in the cloud, you are still alive, I, Lin Hongzhu, will definitely stop the saints in the cloud for you!"