Chapter 208: Master and San Gong (Part 2)

Luoyang City is not peaceful.
Especially in today's uneasy situation, two of the three Koreans have been involved in the same thing. Dazai Li Shang and the Taibao Master are the first to bear the brunt. They play an extremely important role here. The Master Tai Fu never appeared from beginning to end.
The world has only heard that Master Tai Fu is one of the three males. He is a scholar with no low level of knowledge and cultivation. But in fact, no one has ever seen Master Tai Fu actually make a move, even There are not many people who have even seen this master Tai Fu. Those two knew what happened today, but the Tai Fu may not know it.
The gate of the Taifu Mansion in Shumo Lane is still closed.
In the freezing weather, the Taifu did not go out. This Taifu may be the most uncontested scholar in Luoyang City.
In the mansion, a hundred years have passed, but the face of the old man who still looks like he was standing under the eaves, watching the wind and snow in the distance, the scholar holding an old book in his hand, smiled and said, "Today is again A big battle?"
On the wall in the distance, there was a middle-aged man squatting there and looking outside the house. In the heavy snow, there was no snow falling on his body. When he saw the Tai Fu opening his mouth, he shook his head. It’s the usual method used by the Academy. I wanted to kill the Taoist species before, but now I want to kill the swordsman. It’s actually not difficult. It’s just that there are too many people in Luoyang City. Li Changgu above the star picking upstairs and the small courtyard over there. Wang Yanqing, as well as the Taoist Ye Shengge, and you, the forgotten Taifu, are so many variables that are hard to imagine."
Taifu smiled and pinned the book to his waist, and smiled calmly: "Rudong must have reached the downstairs of Star Reaching now. He got the seal of the Academy, and the burden on his shoulders is heavier than others. After all, Now in Luoyang City, in fact, only Mr. Changgu is the most dangerous. He not only used the sword, but also killed the old Master Wen with a single sword. Therefore, he must not be able to enter the game in this game. As for us, there is actually nothing to do. After all, Zhong Yuan is not alone. The entire Luoyang city and even the entire Yanling scholars want us to come and watch. If we rashly provoke the Academy, it will harm the whole Yan For the dunya scholars in Ling, the sin is serious, so in front of our mansion, there is no one waiting to watch. Anyway, Zhong Yuan would not take action. It makes no sense to watch."
The middle-aged man squatting on the wall joked, "Then Taifu Zhong, do you want to be Zhong Yuanchang once?"
Taifu said in amazement: "What? That young man is not a swordsman, but a scholar?"
The middle-aged man on the wall shook his head.
Tai Fu then smiled and said: "That's not enough. Since you are not a scholar, what is the matter with Guan Ben? What is Guan Zhong Yuanchang?"
The middle-aged man squatting on the wall waved his hand, jumped off the wall, then walked under the eaves a little boringly, rubbed his hands, did not know where to find a pot of wine, and drank a few sips before he smiled: "You This Taifu Dang has to do his best, but it is suffering for Zhong Yuanchang."
Taifu stands with his hands behind his hands, his thoughts are complicated.
When the middle-aged man saw the Taifu no longer talking, he stuffed the pot of wine into the Taifu's arms, rubbed his hands again, and smiled: "No matter what, I'm going to see the excitement and see if the young man broke the game with a sword, or Said to make people live and calculate to death."
Tai Fu nodded and smiled: "By the way, I can tell that young man, if he can live, I would accept him as my student."
The middle-aged man laughed loudly, "Hey, Mrs. Zhong, you don't even want to make a move, and you want to admit students, just for fear of being laughed out of your teeth."
The Taifu was noncommittal, but turned around and entered the house, only brief words came, which probably made him remember to bring an umbrella.
The middle-aged man walked out of Tai Fu's mansion with a smile, and soon disappeared.
The carriage that stayed in the distance outside the Tai Fu's residence also slowly moved towards the imperial city.
In the carriage, Emperor Yanling sat opposite Wang Yanqing, a blind scholar.
Wang Yanqing smiled and said: "You can probably know the situation in Luoyang City now. Su Zhangjiao stopped the Taoist Ye Shengge, probably not to cooperate with the academy's actions, even those in the academy would not Knowing that Master Su had arrived in Luoyang City, Master Taibao stopped Mr. Changgu, probably because Changgu was the trickiest person thought by the Academy, but since Mr. Changgu and Master Su had met before, the situation In fact, it is already clear that Mr. Changgu’s sword will probably not go downstairs. Regardless of whether Master Taibao will go downstairs or not, Master Taifu is unwilling to make a move. The only person who can save Li Fuyao in Luoyang City is actually I’m blind, and the battle in front of Dazai’s Mansion. It’s actually not easy for me as a blind man if he wants to blend in, because Su Zhangjiao is standing outside the door of Taoism, which has already explained a truth, that is, even heading the teaching. I want this war to continue. As for the purpose of the leadership, Your Majesty can think about it, but only think about it."
Emperor Yanling shook his head and waved his hand, "I don't want to guess the mind of the palm teacher. The gods on the mountain, the mind is more difficult to understand than those of us."
Wang Yanqing laughed and said, "Actually, it's the same, but they care about more things than your Majesty. There is nothing else."
Emperor Yanling smiled and said, "So until now, I really want Li Fuyao to hang my Luoyang City jade pendant on his waist."
Wang Yanqing smiled bitterly, "It depends on whether he can survive."
Emperor Yanling said solemnly: "Can I ask Mr. Yanqing for something?"
Wang Yanqing nodded slowly.
Emperor Yanling said earnestly: "No matter what, within today, Mr. Yan Qing will ensure that Li Fuyao's family is safe and sound!"
Wang Yanqing looked up and suddenly smiled knowingly.
"Sure to live up to your majesty's trust."
The words fell, Wang Yanqing was fleeting.
Emperor Yanling sat alone in the carriage and whispered: "Li Fuyao, I always remember that you are from Luoyang."

Sword spirit was soaring in the alley.
Li Fuyao, who was holding a handle of blue silk upside down, cut off one of the heads of the two corpses abruptly. When the headless corpse then patted him with another palm, Li Fuyao did his best to stroke the corpse with a sword. The talisman in the dead man's stomach was smashed abruptly, and the body crashed down and couldn't stand up again.
The magical technique that the concierge said before was actually nothing more than two talismans placed in the belly of the corpse, which was far from perfect.
As for the other corpse, after Li Fuyao destroyed the previous corpse, the other corpse was no different from the previous corpse for a short while.
So far, in the alley, only Li Fuyao and the monk from the Academy were left.
Li Fuyao looked indifferent and didn't talk nonsense. He was a masterpiece of blue silk and cyan light, and his sword aura was overflowing. After a while, a sword gang was born in the wind and snow. I don't want to pick up the power of that sword.
Li Fuyao smiled coldly, swooped up, stepped on the sword gang, and hurried forward. The original intention was to hand out another sword before the concierge did not respond.
Within ten feet of the swordsman's body, it is the biggest nightmare of the monks in the world.
As Li Fuyao moved forward, his sleeves moved slightly, and the wind and snow gradually stopped. Several snow swords appeared between the sky and the earth, hovering quietly behind him. Xie Lu was the best swordsman among the three at the foot of Jianshan. One person, so Li Fuyao competed with her every day. In fact, Xie Lu was using this method to give Li Fuyao all the sword skills she knew.
The current use of sword qi to condense the sword is one of them.
It's just that the sword in Li Fuyao's hand is not Xiaoxue. In fact, if it were Xiaoxue, the sword's power should be more exciting.
In other words, to let Xie Lu stand here and draw his sword, taking advantage of the wind and snow, it is far stronger than an ordinary swordsman in the Chaoyang Realm.
Li Fuyao, who was holding Qingsi, did not rush out his sword when he was still some distance away from the concierge. Instead, several snow swords shot away behind him.
The sword was fierce, and approached the concierge.
Li Fuyao handed out a sword with one hand.
The wind and snow roared in the alley, and Li Fuyao's sword light was even more dazzling.
There are not many monks and swordsmen in the world who have actually used their hands. Therefore, the swordsman's strength is probably only passed down by the predecessors. Adding the records in those books, it is like the king of Qi who had shaken his hands with Li Fu before. In accordance with the good words of the predecessors, he distanced himself from Li Fuyao, but in fact, he didn't know how terrifying the swordsman was.
After all, this was not six thousand years ago, or the age when the swordsman lineage was at its peak.
In that era, I'm afraid no one would dare to provoke swordsmen easily.
In that era, those sword celestial swords hanging around their waists, looking up at the clouds, could probably dismiss it.
Jianxian Liuxiang even left a famous sentence from the ages, "If I lift the sword, the clouds and the sea and I must also bend!"
Even though the movement caused by the mountains and rivers was not small, in fact, no one dared to say that the matter was not true, and no cloud saint came out to refute this statement.
Talent is like Willow Lane, he was the first sword immortal among the mountains and rivers. If it weren't for two people to pursue the method of becoming immortal, even that battle might not have let him fall.
It's just that it is six thousand years later, and it is estimated that too many people have forgotten how the swordsman holds the sword.
At least this porter didn't know.
Therefore, after he waved down several snow swords, he lost consciousness for a moment.
Only at this moment, Li Fuyao's sword slashed through his lower abdomen, leaving a deep bone wound. Although not fatal, it was enough to make the concierge shocked.
You must know that Li Fuyao in front of you can't reach the realm of Jian Qi.
This state is just equivalent to perfect introspection.
If it is said that a swordsman is invincible in the same realm, even Qingsi who is one realm above can't take a swordsman, Thaksin.
But he is too Qingjing!
Li Fuyao lowered his head and glanced at the blood stains on the Qingsi, as if he knew what he was thinking, he smiled coldly, "What about Taiqingjing?"