Chapter 320: Imperial sword method

In the middle of the night, there was heavy snow outside.
Li Fuyao and Meng Danqing were not enemies of life and death in the first place, so after Li Fuyao calmly told Meng Danqing that the demon cultivator had been beheaded by him and gave the demon pill to Meng Danqing, Meng Danqing did not have much to do with Lu Wei’s death. Thoughts.
The people on the mountain are always the main way. If his relatives and friends are killed by Li Fuyao, he will get angry and revenge. But there is just such a Lu Wei, but they meet together, even if they are both Taoist children, Meng Danqing Not committing a crime is Li Fuyao in Taiqingjing.
Moreover, if you really fight, you may not win.
Even the defeat may be greater.
Li Fuyao suddenly took out the ghost-catching banner, placed it in front of Meng Danqing, and asked softly: "How do you feel about it?"
Meng Danqing looked intently. As early as when Lu Wei sacrificed this flag, Meng Danqing felt that it was not an ordinary magic weapon, but even if he liked it, could it be possible to blatantly grab it?
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "We use these things to no avail. I suddenly wanted to use this thing for that demon pill."
Before giving Meng Danqing the demon pill, he actually considered that if Meng Danqing killed the demon cultivator, he should also hold the token, but in comparison, Li Fuyao was more interested in that demon pill than this ghost hunter. Much larger.
Without considering it, Meng Danqing immediately took out the demon pill.
Immediately.
As for how Meng Danqing went to explain to the teacher, Li Fuyao didn't care.
Taking the demon pill again, Meng Danqing said goodbye.
It disappeared soon.
This group of men remained in the house.
From the time Li Fuyao left this room to when he came back, it didn't actually take much time.
But the matter has been resolved.
Li Fuyao glanced at the cold soup pot and did not speak.
The thin man asked, "What does the fairy teacher want us to do?"
In fact, he has always known how to call the fairy on the mountain.
Li Fuyao blinked and whispered softly, "Naturally go to the helm, and the ship has to go all the time."
The ship still has to open, and the road still has to go.
Li Fuyao has already set foot in the Qingjing Realm. Naturally, he is going to the Demon Land. Li Fuyao can't say why he went to the Demon Land. Maybe it was just to meet the Qinghuai girl and tell her that he was better?
But no matter how you think, it shouldn't be just that.
Leaving the house and returning to the wing, the young man had already been taken away. Naturally, there was no one else staring at him Li Fuyao. When he returned to the house, Feng Lu still fell asleep on the ground.
Li Fuyao said, "We are going to Demon Land."
Feng Lu gave a cry and said nothing.
Li Fuyao thought for a while, took off his boots, slept on the bed, and even covered it with a quilt.
A monk who reached the realm of Li Fuyao had already survived the cold and heat. If it weren't for the occasional thought, he didn't even need to eat food. As for sleeping at night, he didn't even use it.
Li Fuyao spent a lot of time raising swords before, and the days when he really slept were counted.
Feng Lu had never seen it, so it was a little strange.
Li Fuyao said worriedly, "I seem to be stared at."
This sentence is a guess, but it is not just a guess.
Fu Lu tilted his head, opened his eyes with difficulty, and said disapprovingly: "A swordsman who has been practicing swords only a few years now is not being stared at. I think there is a problem with their brains."
Nowadays, the mountains and rivers are the world of Confucianism and Taoism. It is no longer what it was six thousand years ago. In this long period of time, I don't know how many talented swordsmen have died inexplicably.
Only in the years since Chaoqingqiu climbed into the sea, a lot of things happened less.
Of course, in addition to the Chao Qingqiu factor, there is another very important reason that there are indeed fewer and fewer swordsmen today.
Before Li Fuyao climbed Jianshan, the remaining living people in Jianshan were the two people, brother Wu Shanhe and ancestor Xu Ji.
The three uncle masters in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan had already died. In fact, the truth is the same as the two sword immortals of Jianshan.
It's just that Xichunan can still leave Jianshan according to the secret method, but the two sword immortals can't leave for a moment.
In addition, there are not too many swordsmen traveling in the mountains and rivers.
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Why do you have to struggle with each other's avenues?"
Feng Lu rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to answer this question.
The personal avenue naturally has nothing to do with others, as long as you walk far enough, but in fact, when you walk not far enough, you will naturally have other ideas.
In fact, there is no essential difference between the mountains and the mountains.
Li Fuyao wanted to say something, but he heard a slight snoring sound, and Feng Lu fell asleep again.
There was no more words.
Li Fuyao looked out the window and listened to the sound of falling snow.
One night passed.
The daylight on the second day often came in from outside the window.
Li Fuyao opened his eyes and squinted.
After getting up, Li Fuyao recalled the imperial sword technique that he had previously obtained at the bottom of the river in his mind.
That is the swordsmanship of the sword immortal ten thousand feet. Just having such a name is enough to make most swordsmen in the world fascinate.
I don't know why. Since Li Fuyao came down from Jianshan, he has always had more than one sword beside him. It can be said that although the world is big, I only have one sword.
But from Li Fuyao's experience, from the very beginning, Qingsi and Xiaoxue were two handles.
After Xiaoxue gave it to Li Xiaoxue, she took Qingsi away for a while, and met Jian Nineteen.
Sword Nineteen Li Fuyao could not find his master, so he came back with a long handle.
The sword box made by Liu Yibai can still hold a lot of swords, but Li Fuyao had always felt a little awkward before. The sword box was engraved with that line of small characters, saying that although the world is big, I only have one sword.
However, the subsequent battles made Li Fuyao completely change his mind. In his kendo, he didn't have to refer to anyone, and he didn't have to deliberately avoid anyone. As long as he wanted to, he could do anything.
Only you know the kendo that suits you best, and others will probably not know it.
Sitting quietly in front of the window, Li Fuyao recalled the method and found that the opening sentence was to belittle all the methods in the world for raising swords with blood.
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.
For so many years, I insisted on using painstaking methods to raise the sword, or is it a good way?
After a brief sigh of frustration, Li Fuyao continued to think about the things in his mind. When he wrote it down, he didn't spend much time, and this was the first time he studied seriously.
After reading it, a sentence in his mind shocked Li Fuyao, "The number of natal swords depends on the number of spiritual palaces."
Li Fuyao was suddenly startled, daring to have dozens of natal swords in Wanchi, because there were enough spiritual palaces.
Li Fuyao frowned. Speaking of the natal sword, the Qingsi sword is still not considered to be a natal sword, even if it is cultivated to the point where it can become a natal sword, it is just a handle in a spiritual palace.
Doesn't that mean that Jianxian Wanchi has dozens of spiritual palaces?