Chapter 21: Between the two

Some things are too long to be verified, but Li Fuyao is willing to believe it when they say it in Qinghuai's mouth, but no matter how deeply, Qinghuai doesn't know what happened, so under Li Fuyao's questioning , The angry girl just closed the window heavily.
This made Li Fuyao a little embarrassed for a while.
When the sky gradually cleared, Li Fuyao stood under the eaves and waited for the green locust tree. After a day and a night after the spring rain, it has stopped until now. If you are on your way, the weather may not be too good, but it is definitely not bad.
Qinghuai walked out of the inn, stood under the eaves for a while, and asked, "Li Fuyao, do you have an answer to the question you thought about before?"
Li Fuyao was silent for a while, and soon learned that Qinghuai was asking the question he had asked Yang Wei before. After thinking for a while, Li Fuyao decided to say it all, only after he had finished speaking. Qing Huai just dropped a word and let him continue to think about it.
After stepping out of the small courtyard, Li Fuyao and Qinghuai decided to leave Yanshi City and continue northward. This time the end point was Shaoliang City, the capital of Zhou Dynasty. After passing through Shaoliang City, they should have walked out of the territory of Great Zhou and came to Yanshi. At the boundary of the cemetery, when he reached the junction of the northernmost point and Dayu, Li Fuyao had to go to the Jianshan Mountain, while Qinghuai was going to Liangxi to attend the Taoist meeting. Then this genius girl in the demon land It's hard to say whether he can defeat that Dao kind at the Dao Hui, but no matter how you look at it, this person will have a much bigger name than before.
Walking on the street, Qinghuai seemed to be in good spirits. It is rare to have a few more gossips with this guy, "I really don’t know what Li Fuyao will look like one day when you see a monk who can move mountains and fill the sea. Will be frightened, and will not even be able to hold the sword securely?!"
Li Fuyao didn't get angry, he just smiled and said, "Then just keep the sword hanging around his waist. Anyway, I can't be scared."
Qing Huai sneered: "You only have this ability."
Li Fuyao smiled. For this girl, after so many days of getting along with her, she had already figured out her temperament, so when she was ridiculed by her "spare no effort", Li Fuyao probably wouldn't be as angry as she was at the beginning.
The inn was quite a long way away from the city gate, and Li Fuyao asked after walking a few steps: "What is the origin of this Hengyang Academy."
Qinghuai said angrily: "Aren't you from Yanling Luoyang City, why don't you know this?"
Qing Huai didn't notice. There was something ineffable in Li Fuyao's eyes when he said the three words Luoyang City.
It’s just that this girl who doesn’t like to think about Li Fuyao’s feelings quickly said to herself: "Three religions monks, Yanling is the only one of Confucianism. Is it weird to have such academies? I tell you that, Confucianism. For the three religions of Buddhism, Yanling Academy is the first orthodox school of Confucianism, so naturally it can be called the Academy. Then the rest of the academies are not under Confucianism? It's just that they don’t have enough background and can only be called academies, etc. One day there were many talented monks in the academy, and they had the strength to wrestle with Yanling Academy, and they happened to win. After that, Hengyang Academy should be Hengyang Academy. As for Liangxi, it is probably the same. So, if there is something different, but it is better on the Buddhist land, the utilitarianism of those monks is not high at all."
When Li Fuyao got the answer, he felt better. He lowered his head and walked for a few steps, thinking about going to his waist to find out the map of the Dazhou territory he bought, but after a few steps, he saw that he had a pair of boots under him. .
Li Fuyao looked up and saw that there was a middle-aged man with a pot of wine on his waist, standing in front of him like this. Li Fuyao just glanced at it and felt a little clear, so he did not speak, but just looked at it. Young man.
The middle-aged man is a little strange, but he is not a talkative temperament. He just looked at the young man and opened his hand. Li Fuyao didn't know much about this big Zhou river and lake, and he didn't know exactly what was in this river and lake. A few fish and dragons, so after he saw the face of this middle-aged man, he just estimated that this guy must have something to do with Xie Ying, but he never knew what the middle-aged man had, and waited until the middle-aged man had one. When his hand stretched out to grab Li Fuyao's collar, Li Fuyao shook his head.
How can a martial artist in the world contend with a cultivator? Even if Li Fuyao is a small cultivator of the first level of swordsman, it is definitely not easy to provoke. Besides, this middle-aged man is not the sword that can kill cultivators when he was a martial artist. The ancestor of Shikaipai.
Li Fu shook his head and pointed again at the middle-aged man's waist. After a while, the man's face flushed and he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood, but he was still swallowed by him without vomiting.
"Want to try how many catties I have?"
The middle-aged man said calmly, "You must be cautious when making friends with the children of the Xie family. Even the monks who set foot on the road of cultivation, if they are unpredictable, they will not be friends of my Xie family."
Li Fuyao said solemnly: "If I really mean to be unpredictable, do you have to die?"
"It's worth trading a life for a result." The middle-aged man took a sip of the wine from his waist and talked calmly.
Li Fuyao twitched his mouth, "Is Xie Ying your nephew or son?"
"son."
When he said this, Xie Wuyi looked proud.
Li Fuyao grabbed the hip flask on Xie Wuyi's waist and muttered to himself: "It's hard to make a friend. It's hard to imagine that this family is crazy."
Li Fuyao said as he walked, no longer paying attention to Xie Wuyi, but the martial arts master who was among the best in the Great Zhou Jianghu felt a little bit dumbfounded.
There was a carriage parked in a certain alley, and an old man sat in the carriage with his eyes closed and rested. The alley was remote and there were no pedestrians, but soon there was a sound of footsteps, and then there was a sound.
"The second master is still alive."
The short five words made the old man open his eyes. He chuckled, without expressing any other emotions, but opened his mouth and said two words, "Go back to the house."
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Before leaving the city, Qinghuai looked at Li Fuyao and asked, "How do you feel for the first time you shook out your majesty?"
Li Fuyao stopped and asked, "What do you think?"
Qing Huai sneered and said, "You should naturally be very happy."
Li Fuyao, carrying a hatchet, said seriously: "In fact, I am a little happy, but I don't even believe that there is such a thing as a martial artist who can kill a saint."
When Li Fuyao said this, he didn't believe Qinghuai, and Qinghuai said angrily: "If you don't believe it, when you get to Jianshan, you will naturally know that those stinky swordsmen would like to write down all these glorious deeds. I don't want to know. It's much harder than wondering!"