Chapter 717: Without the sword, with the sword

When Li Fuyao woke up, he found himself in a stream, and then he followed the stream down the stream. The stream was not rushed at first, but after reaching a hole, he entered the river channel.
The river is much larger than this creek, and the current is very urgent. Li Fuyao is going down the river. There is a bump, Li Fuyao is not afraid, but he feels that if he doesn’t do anything, he might be rolled. He fell out and was drowned, so he held the edge of the tub seriously.
Yes, the current Li Fuyao has become a child, and he has been cruelly abandoned by others. He is going down the stream, not knowing where he will end up.
Li Fu shook his head and looked at the sky, occasionally because some water drops splashed on his face. This situation made him very melancholy, but he had nothing to do. His realm had disappeared, only a child's body. Not to mention whether he can kill, he only asks for two things now. The first thing is not to be drowned in this river, and the second thing is not to starve to death by the river.
This is the last thing he wants to encounter.
Fortunately, after he had survived the fast-flowing river, he slowly came to a gentle river surface, and then after a short half an hour, he entered a channel that appeared to be dug.
The channel is not too wide, so it can only allow such a tub to move slowly.
After not knowing how long he was stopped in a narrow place, he finally stopped.
He opened his eyes and saw that there was a jujube tree above his head. At this moment, there were many green jujubes hanging on the tree, and there were cicadas singing in his ears. Based on these, Li Fuyao could infer that it should be summer.
It's just inference and inference. There is no way. I am just a child. I can only hope that someone will pick him up as soon as possible, and then don't dislike him and raise him for a period of time.
I don't know how long it took, but Li Fuyao felt that after a long time, a voice rang in his ears.
"Whose boy is this, why did he get to the old man's door?"
With the sound of this sound, two thin hands stretched out and hugged Li Fuyao.
Only then did Li Fuyao see the owner of the voice. It was an old man, at least an ancient age, with gray hair, still looking very energetic.
What excited Li Fuyao was that the old man had a sword aura on his body. Although it was very weak, it was a sword aura.
It turns out that this is really an era when swordsmen were everywhere six thousand years ago!
Immediately afterwards, Li Fuyao saw the three words Wan Jianzong behind the old man, and then he understood that this is a kendo sect.
This old man didn't know what position he was, but he was always a disciple in the sect.
Looking at the old man again, he hugged Li Fuyao, and after looking around, he smiled heartily, "Well, the old man has never received a disciple in his life. God gave you a gift, so he should feel that I am Wanjian. The sect should not break the inheritance, the old man will teach you well, and I hope you will one day shine the lintel of my Wanjian Sect!"
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In this era, although the number of swordsmen is one of the best in the entire history of cultivation, there are too many swordsmen, and there are also many kendo sects. This has led to these kendo sects, not necessarily every one is strong. Every swordsman is an invincible sword fairy.
Wan Jianzong is the most miserable type among these sects of kendo. About hundreds of years ago, Wan Jianzong was still a small sect, but afterwards, I don’t know why. The worse, Wan Jianzong is not as good as one day. Decades ago, the headmaster could still be a swordsman in the Taiqing realm. Now, this headmaster can only be a swordsman in the sword spirit realm. Because the realm is too low, this Wan Jianzong has not had a disciple for decades. The old headmaster has too low a realm, and he will go west soon after he wants to come. After he goes west, Wan Jianzong will be real. To become the dust in history.
No one wants to watch the sect's foundation in his own hands, so the old master has always wanted to find a successor, but these years have passed, but anyone who can practice swords will not join him under the ten thousand swords sect. , Who can't practice swords, what are you looking for?
It was not until Li Fuyao came to him that he saw hope again.
According to the old teacher later, if he hadn't met Li Fuyao that day, he might have committed suicide outside the door thankfully.
So that night, the old master teacher was so excited that he took a big drumstick and stuffed it into Li Fuyao's small mouth.
This is afraid of Li Fuyao
Just starved to death.
But he had practiced swords all his life, and he didn't know how to take care of the children. It was simply because Li Fuyao was not an ordinary person, otherwise, he would really be killed by the old master.
That was the first day Li Fuyao woke up, and that night, he started practicing swordsmanship.
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Time was like running water, and no one could grasp it. Soon Li Fuyao was one year old.
He lay all day, listening to the old head teacher reciting the sword scriptures to him every day. If Li Fuyao could speak at this moment, he really wanted to tell the old head teacher that these sword scriptures were really useless.
Li Fuyao practiced Jianshan’s mental method. The sword move was the family sword move of the sword immortal Xie Shen. He followed Liu Yibai along the way of the sword energy. Later, Zhao Qingqiu gave instructions. As for the sword intent, it was the master uncle. In the final analysis, the teachings in the early South were the most orthodox methods of Jianshan.
Although the sword mountain declined at that time, it was not because the skills were lost, but because the sword immortals left the world, and the remaining swordsmen were killed by the monster clan. The remaining swordsmen are not considered to be the most talented generation. , Can’t study those exquisite sword scriptures, and in the end, one generation is inferior to one generation.
Of course, among this, there is naturally the contribution of the three religions.
But everything on Jianshan is good.
What Li Fuyao learned was naturally many times stronger than this Wan Jianzong.
So he was not interested in the sword scripture taught by the old master.
The old head teacher seemed to understand something, and he appeared a little angry. He hugged Li Fuyao, "Master, I read you all the best sword scriptures. How can you be so indifferent?"
For a one-year-old child, it seems to be indifferent and totally meaningless.
If someone else saw this scene, someone would definitely think that the old head teacher had gone crazy because of the decline of Wan Jianzong.
The old master held Li Fuyao and walked around in this hall, and then he didn't know what happened, he walked into a side hall, and Li Fuyao's mind was seduced by something in that side hall.
There was a sword enshrined in that side hall, and Li Fuyao knew that sword.
is his.
The name of the sword is ten miles.
Jianming ten miles.