Chapter 272: Kneel or not

Li Fuyao has seen Canghai, and Li Fuyao has never seen Canghai.
If he has seen Canghai, it means that he has seen Monarch Qingtian, but if he hasn't seen Canghai, it's because Monarch Qingtian has never shown the aura that belongs to the monk Canghai in front of him.
But at this moment, when the man in the sky blue robe stood up, Li Fuyao felt a blank in his mind, as if something had suddenly exploded.
That kind of feeling is like a courtier meeting the emperor, giving people a sense of irresistible surrender.
Especially when the man opened his eyes and looked at Li Fuyao, the feeling became very strong.
Even if Li Fuyao stood far away, he couldn't control himself a little, so he would kneel down in front of him.
Luluo, who was standing next to the man, had already knelt down in front of him, calling his father in a low voice over and over again, tears streaming down her face, where there was still the slightest appearance of a spring and autumn monk.
Li Fuyao obviously felt that the man's realm was not high, at most it was too clear, but why did he have this feeling?
A great demon was naturally the most powerful existence in this world before his death, but would it be the same after death?
Li Fuyao's feeling of wanting to kneel became stronger and he was about to kneel almost immediately.
But at the same time, another Li Fuyao appeared in the Lingfu.
Li Fuyao, who was sitting in the spiritual house, was extremely indifferent, feeling that this body was about to kneel down, and sarcastically said: "Kneel, a great monster in the sea, let you kneel, maybe it can give you some benefits, why? Don't you kneel?"
Li Fuyao's mind was blank, but he could also clearly hear the voice in the spiritual palace. He frowned, his face pale, hesitating.
The Li Fuyao in the Lingfu sneered: "It's just a ridiculous idea to say that I want to become a sword fairy."
Li Fuyao gradually came to mind the words he said in the rain outside Chen Guo Huaiyang, thinking about those things before stepping into the sword aura.
He said with difficulty, "Why should I kneel?"
"Why don't you kneel?" A voice kept coming from the Ling Palace.
Li Fuyao asked word by word: "Why should I kneel?"
The voice in the Ling Palace was far away, but it was still ironic, "Really, why are your legs shaking? You can't hold on to kneel down, right?"
Li Fuyao looked down at his trembling legs, the expression on his face was strange, longing, but also doubtful, of course more painful.
Clang.
Li Fuyao drew out the Qingsijian from his waist and stood in front of him, holding the sword with both hands to prevent himself from kneeling down.
But his face is still ugly.
At these times, he can no longer use any dignity and persistence to explain Li Fuyao's reason for not kneeling. His mind is very confused, and he is unwilling to kneel. This is instinct.
The voice in the spirit palace still kept on, "Sadly, you have not found a reason not to kneel."
Li Fuyao turned his head away from the man's eyes, and whispered, "I won't kneel."
This time in the Lingfu, only a loud sound came.
At this time, the man finally started to speak, "Why don't you kneel when you see me?"
When he spoke, the feeling of making Li Fuyao kneel down became stronger.
This is as if the king is giving orders to his courtiers.
Li Fuyao was faltering.
Li Fuyao was confused in his mind.
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On the boat in the North Sea, the father and daughter Qinghuai and Qingtianjun were eating mutton. The mutton was naturally Baize. Although Qingtianjun was in Beihai, if he wanted to eat this kind of food, it was not difficult.
After all, he is a big monster.
In order to eat hot lamb this time, Qing Tianjun even asked people to find peppers in the mountains and rivers.
Qing Tianjun hadn't eaten it before, so when he ate the first piece, he was sweating profusely, but he seemed to enjoy this feeling, unlike most people could not accept it.
When he was eating mutton-shabu, Feng Lu always felt terrified. If he weren't still a donkey and had no life-saving ability, he even wanted to jump into the sea, anyway, he couldn't appear in the sight of the father and daughter.
Qing Tianjun swallowed a piece of mutton, looked at Qinghuai, and said, "There is nothing to say. If he really fails to come out, it's fate."
Qing Huai said unceremoniously: "You also arranged this fate."
Qing Tianjun said softly, "It was not easy at first. The swordsmanship he walked was not easy. It is even more difficult to become Canghai. The most important thing is that it is not easy to marry you, so it is not easy for his father to stumble him. Only the harder the road will make it stronger."
Qingtianjun picked up a piece of mutton and said with a smile: "Just like this mutton, if the father doesn’t eat it, the Baize clan can live a stable life, and no one wants to rewrite the glory of the ethnic group. If they like to eat lamb, they have a sense of crisis. Maybe if they eat it for their father, there will be a sea in the Baize clan."
Qing Huai laughed, and did not respond to Qing Tianjun.
Qing Tianjun put down his chopsticks and sighed: "That's not a powerful person, but it's just for refining the mind. As long as he can see through it, it will be fine."
Qing Huai snorted coldly: "What if you can't see through?"
Qingtianjun said calmly: "The sword's heart is covered in dust, and I can go forward in the future, and the chance of stepping into the sea is a little smaller."
After saying this, Qing Tianjun did not wait for Qinghuai to speak, and continued: "There are pros and cons, everything has risks, and there are consequences to bear. My father will not help him too much, this time, and the next time. That's enough."
It was not easy to ask a Canghai to help the younger cultivators. Once it was something that could not be expected, Qing Tianjun promised to help him twice. Whoever looked at it was a gift.
Qing Huai was in a low mood, "But you haven't asked him what he thinks."
Qingtianjun shook his head, "He has not yet reached the point where he can make a choice. He is a placed on the chessboard. There are not many monks in this world who can get out of the chessboard. My father hopes that he can go out. , Chose a path for him."
Qing Huai quickly retorted: "He has his own way to go."
Li Fuyao's path was indeed his own choice.
Xu Ji did not force him to become a disciple of Jianshan, Chao Qingqiu did not force him to learn that sword, and was not even willing to teach him that sword.
Qing Tianjun looked at the boiling soup in front of him, thought for a moment, put a piece of mutton in it, and then the soup stopped boiling instantly and became smooth as a mirror.
Soon, the scene of the corpse appeared inside.
The green locust probe looked and took it seriously.
The donkey wanted to come and have a look, but when he remembered Qingtianjun's temperament, he quickly gave up.
Chen Sheng sat in the cabin as always, drinking wine, and ignored these things.