Chapter 461: Buried Mitsui

The rooster crowed, and at dawn, the overcrowded inn last night had been completely deserted.
All that was left was the broken doors and windows, the messy manger, the footprints of the house, and a warrior-dressed man with a sword box on his back. He sat at the Eight Immortals table, dipping his fingers in wine, writing and drawing on the table from time to time, and the inn was exceptionally quiet.
At this time, the shopkeeper dared to run out. He looked at the lobby for a long time, and found no one else, so he said gently, "Guest."
"Ah." Li Yan wiped off the water before looking at the shopkeeper.
"This……"
The shopkeeper looked sadly at the mess.
"Don't worry about the shopkeeper. Last night I made a robber and told me to run away."
This shopkeeper is usually greedy for money, but he is not a fool. Last night's quarrels, fights, and even the roar of beasts who couldn't hear it. Today, the uncle and nephew, the horrible horse bandit, and the woman who visited in the middle of the night, all the tenants disappeared.
This is enough to make people think. By no means as simple as the man said.
"Then, you guest, what do you want?"
"No, I'll go now."
"That's good, that's good. Ah no, you're resting, you call us if you have a problem."
When the shopkeeper said about half, he saw that Li Yan raised an eyebrow and hurriedly changed his mouth.
Li Yan smiled. He stood up, stretched himself, and asked casually, "Is the shop money settled?"
"Ah, both, it all ended."
Li Yan nodded and helped Fu's crooked sword box. Stepped out of the shop and headed northeast.
Until Li Yan also left, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, so that he could sit on the ground without hanging his hips.
Jiangxi is mostly endlessly high mountains and forests. At this moment in the late summer, the lush mountain forests are separated by a river.
Li Yan stepped on the dirt road with high and low potholes, and saw the sheep's intestine trail close to the turquoise water before resting his feet by the water.
Before long, the sound of a horseshoe came across.
An old man in a gray robe walked across from Li Yan, holding a dark, tall headed Malaysia. After careful examination, the old man's cuffs and trousers were covered with unsettled mud. You should accidentally fall into a ditch on the road.
Fei Lei met Li Yan and hissed for a long time before the old man looked up. He loosened the reins, and Fei Lei moved four hoofs to Li Yan. He bit his head and took a bite of the leech on the ground, chewing wildly.
"Your horse?"
"Yes."
Li Yan nodded.
"I came to the road, and it followed him, a good horse who knew the Lord."
Yang Mitsui said.
"younger generation……"
"Polite words are unnecessary."
Yang Mitsui stared at Li Yan for a while, and glanced at the golden mother's sword around his waist, and said, "What about your sword skills?"
Li Yan was interrupted by him, and his expression was a little distressed.
He just listened to the investigation knife and said that he encountered a powerful old man, and found his disciples to find the body of the fire. Cha Xiaodao, consciously not an old man's opponent, turned to recommend himself. But Cha Xiaodao was called Li Yanbei Tuodao, and he himself did not know the details of the old man.
At this moment when I heard the gray robe asking about swordsmanship, Li Yan simply lifted the sword in his waist flat and laughed: "Mr. asked about swordsmanship? Maybe it's not mixed with other things."
Yang Mijing nodded and said, "Natural."
Li Yan held the Golden Mother's Great Sword, and she was not polite at all in her words: "I have learned swords since I was young.
On Yang Zhu's face, he did not show any disapproval, but nodded: "The sword art spread in the world is really not worth mentioning. When I was fifteen, I couldn't find a master. For more than 80 years, I learned Together, lonely for a long time. "
The river gurgled, but the tone of the two was stronger than one.
"Do you only learn swords?"
Yang Mitsui asked again.
"No." Li Yan truthfully confided: "Older, learn gunfire in the same family."
"How is your martial arts?"
Li Yan thought of the big cloud monster that shakes the Jiang Trident, shaking his head slowly: "Xiaocheng is dissatisfied."
Yang Mijing tilted his head and looked at him: "In your view, sword art is easy to obtain, and gun art is hard to find?"
Li Yan was acutely aware of a trace of murderous power. He narrowed his eyes, but did not think, and truthfully stated: "The sword is the easiest, the gun is the hardest, and the sword is among the two."
Yang Mitsui listened to the corner of his mouth, but still patiently asked: "What is the solution for Xiaocheng? What is the solution for Dacheng?"
Li Yan did not hesitate to think: "Xiaocheng takes steps, Dacheng takes shoulders."
After hearing this, Yang Mijing shook his head immediately: "Wrong, Xiaocheng uses his eyes and Dacheng uses his spines."
Speaking of which, neither of them spoke.
Yang Mitsui immediately erected a wooden stick in his hand. In Li Yan's eyes, the old man suddenly burst into a black wave, making people unable to raise the slightest desire to resist.
It was just that the black wave was released, and the old man in gray robe was in front of him.
"You admire guns so much, I'll come and see your guns."
Li Yan didn't say a word. He took out the golden tiger's head and stabbed it straight. The old man didn't dodge. The tiger's head fell into the air, and the sudden burst out of amazing speed again.
boom!
The old man crouched like a rabbit. The tiger's head fell into the air with a big gun. The old man rolled his arms outwards. The wooden rod hit the gun with a crack and fell in half.
Li Yan did not attack, but took two steps back, his heart was in doubt.
There is no doubt that ordinary wooden sticks can't resist the golden-headed gun. However, the barrel where the old man in the gray robe hit was the hardest place to stress himself. How fast Li Yan's gun is now, the old man in the gray robe can see through the weakness of the force change in Li Yan's method.
Single-handed, not to mention Yang Mitsui's magical skills, only Kendo, Li Yan concluded that he has 100 swordsmanship specialization.
"This is Xiaocheng using his eyes to distinguish between soldiers and soldiers."
The old man in the gray robe said, and the respectful look on Li Yan's face became serious: "Why is Dacheng using a thorn?"
After listening to the sound of laughter, Yang Mijing broke down a branch, cut off the side branch and acted as a walking stick, but turned and left. Just coldly throw the next sentence:
"The frog at the bottom of the well wants to spy on my sword sword?"
Li Yan was dulled by Yang Mitsui's head and face. He opened his mouth, and the long-awaited shame felt a flash.
"..."
Li Yan groaned for a little while, looking down at the golden mother sword in his hand, and finally grinning bitterly: "Mr. makes sense, but it is better than making a mystery and not growing at all."
Yang Mitsui had gone far and did not seem to hear what Li Yan said. Since he couldn't find a disciple of the spleen, he would rather bury the sword deep in the ground.
"Mr."
Li Yan only took two steps and stopped again in front of Yang Mitsui.
Yang Mijing was expressionless, but his tone was very light, just as he faced the torn dragon Aoang: "What's the matter with you?"
"Xiaocheng uses his eyes and Dacheng uses his thorns. After hearing what the husband said, I seem to have realized it, so I want to ask him for advice."
As soon as Li Yan's words fell, the billowing black wave almost pressed in front of Li Yan.
The newly folded branches slowly fell in the darkness, and everything in the sky and earth seemed to lose its color.
Forest birds startled.
The sticky blood spewed out from the corners of Li Yan's eyes, wrists, and chest, and a large wave of blood surged into the soil.
He became a man, and the projection of the aunt's aunt whispered behind him, and a purple lotus platform withered.
However, the dagger with a golden tiger head in Li Yan's hand slanted forward, less than an inch from Yang Mijing's face door.
Li Yan showed bloodshot teeth, how that smile looked terrible.
"Mr. Xiaocheng said that he took an eye and discriminated between the soldiers and the soldiers. Sometimes he took the initiative to pounce on the enemy's gunpoint and hit the enemy with a short attack. In the second method of splitting, if it is based on the theory of guns, then it is necessary to protect the middle door and use the magical method to wait for the opportunity. From this, it is inferred that the so-called stabbing of Dacheng refers to the use of stabbing to take the chest of the enemy. That's Dacheng's swordplay. "
"..."
Yang Mitsui's brow twisted high, and suddenly stretched out, like breaking ice in early spring.
He sighed: "Therefore, the two swords and swords are not inferior. The short and the long must have the courage to fight to death, and the long to kill the short. There must be a determined spirit. Whoever releases the empty door will lose. . You said that you can't find a master at the age of 22. This is not your problem. It is those people around you that are really bad! They are not qualified to teach you, I have it! "
The expression on Yang Mitsui's face seemed like joy and sadness, like ecstasy and madness: "I was looking for a man who has a temper to teach, and didn't want me to spend my whole life. But if there is a wizard in the world who can get my 12% sword skill, manage He is very temperamental, and I have passed on this mantle. "
"Can you still move?"
Yang Mitsui said excitedly.
Li Yan lowered his gun and punched his fist. He lost a ghost car lotus platform, as if he had lost a life, but the injury was unharmed at this moment.
"no problem."
"Well, you just have to attack it with a gun. It doesn't matter what you do."
Li Yan's gun stood up, and the river rolled up in anger, submerging the two at the fork.
Among the tumultuous waves, Yang Mitsui's laughter came from time to time.
"I stepped back into my body and turned left and right like a lion."
"A tiger cannot jump into a dragon, a dragon cannot jump into a tiger."
"Dragons and tigers are all snakes, and you can use them straight!"
"When his decisive battle was over, the sword and spear were all gone!"
"There are false and real advances and retreats from side to side.
Li Yan heard a violent sigh, Yan shot through the curtain, the tiger's head shot into a cold air, and pierced directly into Yang Sanzhu's chest.
Li Yan was surprised!
Yang Mitsui's face remained unchanged. Touch the tip of the gun with your hand and whispered softly: "Sword art is only sword art, human flesh is soft, so use the hard sword to kill opponents. The technique is close to the word, it is also a technique! It is not the skill of the sword. I am a sword, I do not move mountains, I do not fall into the sea, I do not pick stars, I do not urge the city. "
Every wrinkle on the old man's face stretched out: "Only kill."
The countless rivers trembled, and did not listen to Li Yan's call to burst into silvery white water drops, and rushed to the sky in reverse.
The old man murmured from the drops of water:
The people of Qilian Mountain have strange bones and can transport Zhu Tuxi in the fifteenth. Twenty revenge Xu died, killing countless Wuyanger. There is no room in the village, and the government does not see it. Entrusted with fierce anger, returning to Beijing with the sword. Jing Shi kills the officer Qiuguan, fake Seoul minions tiger and leopard pass. Today's corpse is inverse, and tomorrow will be a traitor. Chaoshi bizarre bile, twilight killer liver ...
As many water drops rush towards the sky, they will eventually fall back to the earth.
The force of the nine phoenixes scattered by Li Yanyi frozen into hail water droplets, and slammed into the mud. The river and the river were bleak.
The hail fell, and a gray robe swung to the knees. Among the two deep black eyes under the robe, a little star light disappeared. Under the gray robe, there was no flesh at all, only the skinny and dry bones.
Li Yan's hands couldn't stop shaking. He raised his hand and asked a river to hold the gray robe. Among the fish and shrimp arch guards, the bones sank into the bottom of the river and disappeared.
Li Yan put down his big head and shot Jiang Shui respectfully three times. Then he pulled up the big gun again, took Feima, and left without looking back.
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