Chapter 277: Should be an old friend

In that attic, the two people who have been watching the tea house have different expressions.
The withered old man frowned, "Why didn't the sword come out?"
In his opinion, if a swordsman meets a demon cultivator, he will kill him with a sword no matter what, but after so long, there is no ray of sword qi from the tea house, which is abnormal.
The white-robed man stood with his hand in his hand, remembering the scene where he met him for the first time that year, and calmly said: "He is different from other swordsmen."
The withered old man looked at the man in the white robe. Hearing this, he asked in confusion: "Have you seen him? How is he different."
The white-robed man smiled: "You should know his difference."
The withered old man was confused. He and the white-robed man had only known each other for a few months, and he felt that he was really not a mortal. He had practiced swords for more than a hundred years. The withered old man’s kendo training and understanding of kendo have been extremely deep, but in front of this person, on the contrary, It seems a bit ridiculous.
The withered old man was a little confused before, but then he thought that after some monks died, they would be able to restore their previous memories by chance in the next life. Although the realm was no longer, they had all the knowledge and experience, so they would be so powerful.
After traveling together for several months, he vaguely felt that his kendo had improved a bit.
It's just that the sword is really useful to him, otherwise he won't fight with him.
"Xu Ji once used a sword for him, and that sword killed the Chaomu Realm like you, and another sword severely injured Lin Hongzhu. He is naturally different from an ordinary swordsman."
Although the withered old man did not enter the sword mountain and did not have a famous master in sword training, he still knew the name of the Jianshan ancestor Xu Ji. He knew that the old ancestor was a swordsman of the same era as Chao Qingqiu. A sword missed the ocean, but it didn't say that if you missed the ocean, it was not powerful. In those years, he had always been considered the number one swordsman besides Chaoqingqiu.
It's just that Xu Ji, who climbed to the top of the building realm, has been sitting in Jianshan for these years, and has never heard the news of walking in the world.
After the sword was released the previous time, it naturally attracted attention.
Not many people know the reason for the sword.
The withered old man retreats to Wujian all the year round, naturally he doesn't know.
But the man in the white robe knew that he had traveled many places and naturally knew things that many people didn't know.
More importantly, he is a swordsman.
Although there is no sword.
He wanted to have a sword, but he was dissatisfied after seeing many of them, but he fancyed the nineteen.
The withered old man reminded: "What you said is different, it shouldn't be what Xu Ji did to him."
The white-robed man said annoyed: "I have only seen him once, how do I know, I want to know, see for myself, but there is one thing, if you take your face down and shoot at him, I can kill you one day."
If other people, especially a monk whose realm is not as good as his, said to him, he might kill him on the spot, but the one in front of him,
Let the withered old man dare not move easily.
Obviously, the realm surely beats him.
Such strange thoughts have been in his mind these days.
The white-robed man smiled, "Okay, it's almost done, let's take a look."
The withered old man thought about it for a while, that sword really cannot be missed. He didn't take it personally before, but he didn't want to show his face in front of those little guys anymore. Now he can't care much about that sword.
The two went down the mountain one after the other, and they were all going to the tea house.
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In the tea house, the woman in the red dress wanted to leave, but Li Fuyao reached out and stopped.
Li Fuyao looked at the sword and asked, "For this sword?"
This question was not addressed to anyone, but the woman in the red skirt knew that she actually asked her.
Neither Liu Ning nor Ye Zhou knew what this young man was capable of, but she knew that she opened her mouth and wanted to say a few words. She was shocked when she was about to say something. If she lied, what would be the consequences? ?
After gritting her teeth, the woman in the red skirt said: "This sword is named Nineteen. It is the treasure of the Beihai Sword Tomb. A fairy asked the little demon to bring it out. The little demon was also helpless. Observe clearly."
This sentence actually included three messages. It was a monk on the mountain who asked her to fetch the sword. She was not a human being, and the young man opposite was also a monk on the mountain.
Liu Ning is not stupid, and Ye Zhou is not stupid.
The two looked at Li Fuyao at the same time.
The senior Ye Zhou had met was a solid mountain swordsman. When he saw this young man who was also a swordsman, Ye Zhou was a little happy, thinking if he could not take this sword away, could he follow it? young people.
Liu Ning had a complicated expression. If the young man was a monk on the mountain, then if he also liked the sword, he might not take it away.
Soon he figured out that if Li Fuyao wanted it, just give it to him. Life should always come first.
Just thinking about it this way, Liu Ning leaned against Li Fuyao without a trace. It turned out that the junior sister was a demon.
Li Fuyao looked at the nineteen, thought for a while, and finally said, "Since it is someone else's treasure of the town, please return it."
Li Fuyao didn't have any thoughts about the nineteen, no matter whether it was a good sword or not, it was not attractive to him. He was not without a sword. He came in for a while, just to see if the woman in the red dress was going to commit a crime.
She didn't kill anyone, and Li Fuyao would never kill her with a sword regardless of what other monks did.
The thing is returned to the original owner.
Li Fuyao suddenly asked, "Where is the Beihai Sword Tomb?"
The woman in the red dress replied cautiously: "Three hundred miles north, on the Ganhe mountain."
"I'm just fine. Who will take a sword with me to take a look?"
When the woman in the red dress heard this, she gave up the last trace of her luck. She looked at Liu Ning and said hurriedly: "He is a disciple of Beihai Sword Tomb. Nineteen let him take it back, Master Xian."
Li Fuyao looked at Liu Ning and was about to speak.
The door was pushed open again.
Two people walked in this time.
One was an old man with a withered face, and the other was a dull-looking white-robed man. Both he and Liu Ning were wearing white robes, but standing still, they took away all the glory of Liu Ning.
Seeing this withered old man, the woman in the red skirt was lucky and lost.
Because it was him who asked her to bring the sword back, but now he has done it himself, and I don't know if he can give her the good things.
When Li Fuyao saw the man in the white robe, he looked incredulous.
The white robe man smiled and said, "Long time no see."
Li Fuyao stuttered, "It's...long time no see."
Ye Zhou stood not far away and called to senior.
He wanted to bring this sword for the white robe man.
The withered old man didn't look at Li Fuyao. He just waved his hand and took the sword into his hand. He looked at Liu Ning indifferently, "Go back and tell them that I have taken the sword."
Liu Ning just wanted to say something, but when he took a closer look at the face of the withered old man, he was suddenly startled, and then he knelt down, "Disciple Liu Ning, pay homage to Patriarch!"
It has been a hundred years since the establishment of the Beihai Sword Tomb, and it is firmly seated as the number one sword sect in the North Sea. In Sword Nineteenth, countless Jianzhong disciples thought that their ancestor had passed away, and the portrait of the ancestor had been hung in the door for more than a hundred years.
Liu Ning never thought that one day he could see the Patriarch again.
It turns out that the statement circulating in the door is not false.
The Patriarch did not die, but from the rivers and lakes to the mountains.
The withered old man ignored him, just looked at the nineteen in his hand, but when he held the nineteen, he could not pull out the sheath.
Meng Jin, who was lying behind the counter, looked at the three swordsmen in this tea house, and felt more and more baffled.
There are so many swordsmen appearing these days.
One thing he thought of was about the withered old man.
Many years ago, after accepting this tea house, he was traveling far away at night when he had nothing to do. He saw an idiot holding a sword scripture at Wujian. He meant that he couldn't stand it on time, so he said something.
Tsk tsk, it's really stupid, it's been a long time, and it's only in the evening state.
He looked at the white-robed man again, and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't tell how familiar he was.
The matter is not over yet, because this sword cannot be pulled out by the withered old man.
The white-robed man had long known that this sword was psychic and was not a mortal, so he refused to recognize it, but even if you were its former master, now it feels that you and it are not on the same road, even if you have become If the sword fairy, you won't let it be held in your hand willingly.
The man in the white robe stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "I said it earlier, it's more willing to be in my hand."
The withered old man passed this sword expressionlessly, since he was unwilling to pick it up, he no longer clings to it.
The white-robed man took this sword and tried hard, but it failed.
The white-robed man looked a little embarrassed, he looked at Ye Zhou, "Have you pulled out the sheath?"
Ye Zhou shook his head, "No."
Then the man in the white robe looked at Liu Ning.
Liu Ning now has no idea of ​​going to Jianshan anymore, he just wants to let the ancestor take him to practice the sword together.
This sword was placed in the Beihai Sword Tomb. In these years, no one had pulled out its sheath, and Liu Ning tried it, but it failed.
The white-robed man looked around for a week and handed the sword to Li Fuyao, "Try it."
Li Fuyao was questioning, watching the sword handed to him, after thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand to hold the sword.
Cang!
The sword is unsheathed.
The sound of swords is endless.
The white-robed man smiled at the withered old man: "I said earlier, this guy is different."
The withered old man looked a little strange, and then he walked out of the tea house blankly.
The white-robed man found a place to sit down and looked at the three remaining people with a plain expression.
The woman in the red dress left first.
Liu Ning went to chase the withered old man.
The remaining Ye Zhou stood there, looking at the man in the white robe.
Meng Jin's untimely voice sounded, "One in five literary styles."
Ye Zhou hurried to pay the money.
Li Fuyao sat opposite the white-robed man, and soon remembered the words he said after the first meeting, after he named him. He said to Li Fuyao on the mountain road of Menchen Mountain at that time, " Hello, my name is Chao Fengchen."