Before killing, there should be some other emotions, maybe excitement, happiness, or expectation, but all of them are based on the relationship between the person you are going to kill and you can''t tell clearly. But now, the man Li Fuyao is going to kill doesn''t even know the name of the other person, and he doesn''t even know whether it''s a man or a woman. The only thing he knows is that the monk in the big tent is a man There are no Confucianist friars who have crossed the first three realms. They even know that this one may have come from the Yanling academy, while the others don''t know.
So now Li Fuyao is calm and not excited. The only thing he is thinking about is how to cut off the monk''s head later, and the cost to himself is the least.
In the big tent, there is a scholar who is reading at the desk, leaning against the dim oil lamp. This extremely thin scholar is holding a collection of works of sages, thinking deeply.
After reading two pages, some of them shook their heads with regret, and then some had no choice but to say something, but the voice was too low to be heard clearly.
After a moment, the lamp flickered, and the reader raised his head and looked away from the book to look at the dark shadow reflected by the oil lamp.
After turning his head, the scholar, dressed in snow-white clothes, saw the boy standing near the entrance of the big tent.
The boy was carrying a wooden knife and said nothing.
The scholar looked at the young man and soon saw the ceremony and said, "I don''t know why you are here."
Li Fuyao, who carried a wooden knife on his back, said calmly, "I''m from Zhou."
The meaning is short and the words are terrible.
Zuo sifan quickly nodded his head clearly, and then he immediately praised from the bottom of his heart: "I can''t believe that Zhou state is so remote that he can produce such a young genius. It''s not as good as the crown? Now there is a green silk realm? "
Li Fuyao was a little stunned, but soon realized that it was this seemingly peaceful scholar who regarded him as a monk in the green silk realm because he did not perceive his arrival.
Li Fuyao did not speak, but shook his head.
Zuo sifan sighed and sighed: "even if we didn''t cross that threshold, I think it''s almost the same. Now young people are springing up in this mountain and river, and the Taoist species on the other side of Liangxi has a unique trend. We should be one step behind Yanling."
Looking at Li Fuyao, he apologized slightly: "it was not the intention of this time to come to the big week due to the trend of Yanling. It''s just that after stepping on the road of cultivation, they can''t go far, and they are restricted by many restrictions. It''s said that after taking this Road, the secular world can no longer control itself, but in fact, only those who really go further can really be great Detached, we are just big ants. "
Li Fuyao calmly replied: "the big bully the small, the strong bully the weak. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it. It only depends on whose fist is bigger."
Zuo sifan chuckled and persuasively advised him: "the truth is not that, but now we can only do so. Since Daoyou have not set foot in the green silk realm, how can we deal with as many as a dozen Taoist friends?"
Li Fuyao thought about it and laughed, "although I didn''t set foot on the green silk, there was a female devil who had already stepped on the green silk."
Zuo sifan was surprised, "two monks have come out of the state of Zhou?"
Li Fuyao didn''t explain this time. He just took the wood knife off his back.
Zuo sifan, who was dressed in snow-white clothes, said with a calm smile: "Zuo doesn''t want to wait for death, so he offends."
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Qinghuai, who walked out of the last big tent, looked at the countless soldiers of state Chen outside. He did not stop for a moment. He just jumped and sat down on a high platform. He looked at the black soldiers below. He pointed to the East tent and whispered, "don''t go in that big tent, or you''ll all die."
Now that he has known that his commander-in-chief and many of his colleagues have been killed suddenly, Chen Guoshi''s soldiers listen to the girl''s words, and for a time look at each other, and see fear from paoze''s eyes.
In Beiyan County on that day, most of them watched with their own eyes that the immortal masters were walking through the army of the Zhou Dynasty, breaking the necks of the generals one by one. It seems that the young lady who has dared to leave now is even more scared than a dozen girls?
Therefore, at the command of the deputy commander of the army, so many tens of thousands of soldiers just looked at the girl sitting on the high platform quietly.
If it falls into the painter''s eyes, it will certainly be a beautiful painting.
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In the big tent, in the dim light, the boy with the wood knife has already produced many swords. Although most of them have been lost, occasionally a few swords still fall on the scholar.
A sword on the waist, a sword on the shoulder, and even a sword on the leg.
Obviously, the young man was carrying a knife, but Zuo sifan felt that all his injuries were sword wounds.
Looking up at the young man with a pale face, Zuo sifan suddenly realized: "I thought that even if you didn''t want to leave the green silk realm, I would have some opportunities to get out of this big tent, but who can think clearly that you are actually a swordsman!""In such a remote place in the state of Zhou, there was a swordsman!"
Zuo sifan is somewhat unbelievable.
Li Fuyao didn''t give him much time to think about it. He stepped out with a knife and chopped it down again.
This time, however, it was not a repetition of the previous scene. Zuo sifan did not retreat, and Li Fuyao''s wood knife did not go down any further. Instead, there was a clear sound.
Then the blade of the wood knife was broken open.
Li Fuyao takes back his knife and looks to the left. He thinks about the things in his hand.
It''s a green brush.
Looking at Li Fuyao, Zuo sifan sighed: "they all said that you swordsmen have nothing but a sword. Before that, I thought it might be a rumor, but now it seems true. No wonder that after six thousand years, the orthodoxy will soon disappear."
Li Fuyao lowered his head slightly. He didn''t even go to see the blue brush. He just swung it out.
Within the big tent came a vigorous wind.
The light of the oil lamp flickered, but the blue brush was not damaged at all.
Zuo sifan recalled: "when I was still studying in the school palace, it was really the most carefree time of Zuo in these years, but it has become the past, and there is only such a pen left."
Li Fuyao suddenly fell back. At the same time, the blue brush like a blue light was shining on Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao felt the chill of the blue brush passing by his hair bun. He sank his shoulder slightly and just avoided the last blow of the brush. Li Fuyao clubbed the ground with a wooden knife and stood upright, looking at the blue brush that returned to Zuo sifan''s hand.
The swordsmen in the mountains and rivers don''t care much about the level of the magic weapons. They only need one heart to heart relationship with the sword in their hands. They never ask for the rest. However, the monks of the three religions who can remove the same line of swordsmen have a lot of research on magic weapons, and the effects of each kind of magic weapons are not the same.
Zuo sifan took the blue brush and said calmly, "your sword immortal can break all kinds of magic weapons with one sword, but you, a swordsman who doesn''t even have a sword, just don''t have this ability."
Li Fuyao wanted to tell him that the Sword Fairy would not pay attention to him from the beginning to the end, but he still lived in his throat, so the blue brush flashed up and ran straight to Li Fuyao.
Zuo sifan said with emotion: "Zuo has not killed people for several years."
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