Chapter 317: Lamb in the winter night

The past is gone.
Whether it is a ray of sword aura or a ray of remnant soul, it is already a thing of the past.
You don't have to be too sad.
Without bringing out the square sword box, I can only hang the ten thousand zhang long on one side, with the blue silk hanging on the other side. It looks a bit nondescript, but it can only be so.
After finishing those remnant swords and robes, Li Fuyao walked out of here, closed the stone door, and returned to the previous stone cave.
Still use bone lighting.
That one can be determined to be ten thousand feet of white bones, and two thigh bones were taken away by Li Fuyao. Fortunately, the method was not on the leg bones, otherwise Li Fuyao would definitely regret his intestines.
Li Fuyao squatted down and turned the bones carefully. Finally, he saw a dense line of small characters on his skull. It should be the sword technique.
In fact, looking at the writing on this, it will definitely not be carved. This sword fairy six thousand years ago, he did not want his secret method to be lost. He had already left behind, if he really had one day. If you die here, the cave will be able to see the sky again, and then this sword secret technique may sink to the bottom of the river, and it is impossible for anyone to know it, or it may be obtained by someone who is destined, and it is always unclear.
Li Fuyao used the firelight to memorize the method of counting the crosses firmly, after thinking about it, then he took the bones back and put it in the same place with the robe.
Back to the cliff again, this time Li Fuyao pierced out with a sword, and the cliff finally left some traces.
Li Fuyao stepped back two steps, and the sword energy in the Ling Mansion surged out, like a river rushing forward with a sword.
Sword light flashed.
Sword Qi swept away, and the stone wall collapsed.
After a while, there was an influx of river water.
Li Fuyao collected the sword and returned it to its sheath, and then swam forward.

The night is like ink, and there is still heavy snow.
Feng Lu was lying in that wing, and someone came by during the day. The middle-aged Taoist priest in bright yellow Taoist robe took away the sword box in front of Feng Lu, and the latter was indifferent.
Fortunately, it was just taking away the sword box, and did not pay attention to the wind, otherwise this donkey might not know how to jump and scold his mother.
The young boy guarded by the window, looking at the donkey, who had been lying down for a whole day, wondering if he should throw some fodder for him, but after a while, he shook his head again and ate the fodder if he was on the boat. What to do with is not to clean it up by yourself, it is better to do nothing. If the donkey is starving to death, just do it and eat it.
Donkey meat on fire is pretty good.
Feng Lu raised his eyes and glanced at the young man, thinking that if I didn't want to digest the last medicine, let alone you, even the two Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes would beat them together.
Li Fuyao, that stinky boy, even if his realm is not equal to the two Taoist priests, how did he lose his life? Your sword box has been taken away, and you are not coming back!
Thinking of this, Feng Lu was a little upset. You said that you bastard, you lost your life like this?
Feng Lu naturally knew that the ship shook before, but he did not choose to find out. He just lay down in the house. After the shaking stopped, when the middle-aged Taoist priest in bright yellow robes came to take Li Fu's sword box, Feng Lu knew that Li Fuyao must have something wrong, but he didn't know what happened.
Walking on the rivers and lakes, life is the most important, such a simple truth, don't you guys know?
Feng Lu sighed and went to sleep with his eyes closed.
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This big ship is not small. Except for the guest rooms on the upper floor, the bottom floor is the house where the handyman lives.
After a tiring day and the sky is freezing, there is always something to do.
This is not the south, and it won't be the same as Li Fuyao. With such good luck, I happened to know a maid from the south who could have a few hot pot meals. The handymen were eating mutton.
The man who loves mutton soup most in the world is Jun Qing, and no matter whether he eats mutton soup so authentic or not, he will definitely be the most famous eater.
Therefore, the mutton he eats is not ordinary mutton, but the meat of the Baize clan.
The kind of ethnic group that existed in ancient times, except for Qing Tianjun, no one else would ask Bai Ze to send so many disciples out of the ethnic group every year because of his appetite.
The mutton that the handymen ate is naturally not the kind that Qingtianjun eats, and the taste is naturally not as good, but in the eyes of the handymen, it is already very good.
The room was filled with hot mist, and several men sat around the pot, and they put the lamb into the pot, but they poured the lamb into the pot long ago. If this behavior is in the eyes of the gluttons, It is purely insulting ingredients.
But these guys don't think so much.
Filling up their stomachs is what they should think about.
Several men were filling the pot with meat. Someone picked up a jug of wine from the stove next to him and poured a bowl for everyone around him. Looking at the steaming wine, someone suddenly said,
I’m in the water today. I saw a big fish in it."
It is strange to see fish, but as long as it is something that is said, it is naturally not an ordinary thing.
Soon someone agreed, "I saw it too."
Some people even said, "The fish head is very big, with many pointed teeth."
"The Taoist priest who had been on the boat a long time ago is at the bow today. It seems to be the fish he caught. The owner doesn't seem to be ordinary people. Will they be... gods on the mountain?"
This sentence is full of fear and doubt, but there is no respect for it.
Someone whispered: "What if the owner finds out about it?"
As soon as this sentence was said, the room was silent, only the sound of the soup rolling.
Someone said annoyedly: "How can I do it? Since the owner is a on the mountain, there should be a lot of belly fat. Is it possible that..."
When it comes to the back, the man can't speak.
Some guilty conscience.
"The gods on the mountain don't treat the people under the mountain as human beings..."
There was a sudden voice.
Someone was annoyed and said: "What can we do, we can't make the boss's idea, the gods on the mountain kill people, and it is not as easy as trampling on the ants?"
There was another long silence.
At this time, a thin man who had not spoken before put down the big sea bowl in his hand, swallowed the lamb in his mouth, and said indifferently: "If the owner knows these things, he will definitely kill us."
This sentence is very positive and no one refuted it.
After a while, someone whispered: "It's not easy to kill the boss, right?"
This is a word of nonsense, the owner is all gods on the mountain, if it is easy to kill, it will be fine.
No one wants to talk.
Until the door was suddenly kicked open.
Some wind and snow poured in.
But soon it was gone.
Because the door was closed again.
A drenched young man walked in, said nothing, went straight to grab the table and chopsticks, clamped a few chopsticks with lamb, and even took a sip of hot wine before asking, "How to kill?"