Chapter 276: A story about swords (3)

There are too many things that Meng Jin would not care about in his life. Now a black donkey entered the tea house to drink tea, and he had no idea. He went back behind the counter, this time without closing his eyes, just looking at this side. The emotion on an old face is very weak.
A large pot of hot tea was brought up by Meng Jin and placed on the wooden table. The Feng Lu stepped to drink the tea, making a loud noise, and white mist filled it.
At dusk in autumn, the weather is slightly cool.
This big pot of hot tea adds a lot of heat to the tea house.
But the tea house is still a little cold.
Especially the woman in the red dress.
The cultivation level of the person who asked her to fetch the sword seemed unfathomable to her, as if moving her finger could kill her, but the young man in front of her, although he did not have that kind of aura, had just entered. The ray of sword aura that accidentally revealed in the tea house made her feel terrified.
When away from home, especially the mountain and river demon cultivator like her who has not been able to reach the demon land, she is naturally afraid of the monks of the Three Sects. Want to be killed? But in addition to the Three Sect monks, the elders in the clan have even said with all their heart that the swordsman family cannot provoke them.
The monks in this line had better kill demons.
In that battle six thousand years ago, countless demon repairs died in the hands of swordsmen.
Looking at Chao Qingqiu now, didn't he kill a big demon some time ago?
If she were to let her go to the demon land, she would not dare. The elders in the clan had already let out the words. The situation over there is not much better than here. Without the protection of nobles, it would be duckweed without roots. Prestige.
After all, if you want to live comfortably, you have to be strong enough and your fists strong enough to avoid bullying.
I don't know why, when she thinks of these things, she will sigh in her heart, the world is like this, it is difficult to live.
Li Fuyao looked at the woman in the red dress with a plain expression. Originally, he still had the talisman given by Dean Ning of Xianyan Academy on his waist, which could conceal his sword aura, but when he entered the door before, he felt the demonic aura. I lost my mind, and suddenly I felt a little bit of it. It was a warning, otherwise even the woman would not be able to see his roots.
When he walked to the black donkey and sat down, Li Fuyao poured himself a cup of tea, and didn't ask questions, as if he didn't care about the three people around.
But the woman in the red dress knew that if she shot herself, she would suffer an additional sword wound in an instant.
The young man in front of him didn't look evil, but the ray of sword aura before him was genuine and could not be faked at all.
The woman in the red dress sighed, but she couldn't do it again. How could this nineteen be taken away by her to exchange what she was thinking of?
Ye Zhou originally wanted to leave the tea house, but after seeing Li Fuyao walk in, he withdrew his thoughts. After all, he also had ideas about the nineteenth. How did the woman in the red dress think about him? Liu Ning is Go to Jianshan in Dayu with nineteen and find a way to go up the mountain, but he doesn't have to be so troublesome.
He had already seen a swordsman on the mountain, but that predecessor was very powerful, but lacked a sword.
There were occasional chats before. The senior mentioned this sword and said it was good. The implication was that if someone took this nineteen, he would be able to meet his requirements.
Ye Zhou didn't have any other thoughts, just wanted to walk from the rivers and lakes to the mountains, so he took it seriously.
This was just a plan. He wanted to get close to the woman in the red skirt and got nineteen. As for whether there was something to be sorry for her later, it was not a question within his consideration.
The main road is first, and the matter of men and women is not very important.
But only now did he realize that the original sword had already been in his hand, and he felt that it was these days that he had to leave from the beginning, and then he could find the predecessor, and then he could embark on the final road, but now it is not the case.
His affection for her is not true, but so is the woman.
Such a situation makes him puzzled.
Liu Ning is a first-class swordsman in the rivers and lakes of the North Sea. Not only is his kendo cultivation level not low, he is actually very clever. When the young man in the blue shirt walked in, he had already noticed the expression of the junior sister, his eyes revealed The fear is only a little bit, more is fear.
Junior sister's martial arts is not low.
It is worthy of Liu Ning's heart to make her fear.
After thinking about it, Liu Ning turned his head to look at Li Fuyao, clasped a fist and smiled: "In the Lower Beihai Sword Tomb, Liu Ning is here to deal with sect affairs. I wonder why this young man came here?"
To say that it is interrogation is a warning.
Li Fuyao picked up the tea bowl, feeling a bit funny, "Drink tea."
When he came to the tea house, it was because the Feng Lu felt thirsty and wanted to drink water, but he couldn't drink sea water. He just watched the tea house here, so he came in to drink tea. There was no problem thinking about it.
Just after walking into the tea house, looking at the woman in the red dress is a demon repair, and you two are ordinary warriors. If I don't look at it, I might die here next moment.
Li Fuyao knew that the demon cultivator was murderous.
Li Fuyao remembered the Wang Bai who was known as the kendo so high in the sky that he had encountered before, and then looked at these two, and found that even among the martial artists of the quagmire, these two were far behind that Wang Bai.
Li Fuyao’s answer is not that it is unreasonable, but to Liu Ning, it is not worthy of belief. The 19th sword of the town faction is here. Isn’t that there are no martial artists who covet this sword? I’m afraid Li Fuyao is one of them. Bit.
Although Liu Ning never thought of bringing the sword back to the sect, how could he let others get involved.
After looking at Li Fuyao for a few times, Liu Ning asked, "If the son is fine, he can leave. Here, I can't help but feel that the son has two hearts."
This sentence was quite straightforward. Liu Ning had already talked about his own sect before. If Li Fuyao was a martial artist in Beihai, he would know the severity.
It's just that Li Fuyao is really not sure.
Li Fuyao sighed, stood up and was about to leave, but took a deep look at the woman in the red dress.
The warning in his eyes was strong.
Meng Jin felt a little funny. How could such a swordsman in the Blue Silk Realm be threatened by an ordinary martial artist?
The fan who had been drinking tea finished the tea, raised his huge head, and glanced at the woman in the red dress. It didn't make much sense, just wondering if there are such monks in Beihai now, you little demon cultivator would dare to appear. , Not afraid of being killed?
Now it is not in the mood to pay attention to anything. The sacred pill power in its body is about to be absorbed by it. It will take a long time to regain its human form. When I think of it, I feel a little happy, but now I have to follow Li Fuyao, or I will be met by some monk. I can't escape a dead word.
Ye Zhou felt that it was time to leave this place of right and wrong. Anyway, the sword was returned to the woman, so he got up and wanted to leave with Li Fuyao, but then stood up, the sword was thrown at him by the woman in the red dress, "Send you If it’s yours, what if you don’t like me."
After saying this, the woman in the red dress actually wanted to leave first.
Liu Ning frowned as she watched this scene.
Ye Zhou was at a loss.
Only then did Li Fuyao understand that this was because of the sword?