Oh Daozi, now a middle-aged man named Jong Hyun, smiled helplessly, "Persue?"

The boy laughed, "Of course I can only force it. As a talented young man who is so talented that I can never show up in the ages, what is it that you can draw a god? If you have the ability to draw a beautiful woman, I won't have to find a wife in the future."

Jonghyun was speechless.

The boy suddenly restrained his smile and asked, "Sir, if I guess correctly, the guy who was not one or two years older than me with the long halberd should be the new king of Yue's family, Yuedan, who was hereditary. If you want to fight him now, why do I feel an ominous feeling?"

This is Kaifeng. If we offended the King of the North, can our master and disciple have good results?

Jong Hyun laughed, "It's okay, as long as the gentleman is still alive, he will do nothing to you. Isn't it that unparalleled man? Although I don't have the confidence to break his unparalleled halberd, that young man should be able to do it."

"Then why did you take action?"

Jong Hyun coughed and said seriously: "How do I teach you on weekdays? Although I am a scholar, I only seek free and easy happiness for life, but there is a saying that there is a clear distinction between gratitude and grudge. If you receive a drop of water from others, you should repay you with a spring of gratitude."

The boy nodded, "That boy of the same size as me, has he saved his sir?"

Jong Hyun pondered for a while, "That's all."

Looking at the young man slashing his sword again, Jong-hyun was moved, and waved his brush in his hand, laughing in a long voice: "Your green lotus is not in Daliang, then I'll give you a green lotus."

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...

Li Ruyu's three swords were fruitless and he was not discouraged.

If Yue Dan can kill or injure these three swords, then he is not Yue Dan. After all, in Lin'an that day, the four swords of "Quick Xue Shiqing" could not hurt Zhao Li.

Raise the sword again.

No one was yelling loudly in his mind.

But Li Ruyu silently said: I want to be peaceful.

Li Ruyu didn't know where these three words came from, nor how profound the connotation was. He only knew one thing: these three words were not recited by killing the assassin in ten steps, nor by the general wearing armor.

Then the answer is about to come out.

It was the scholar standing on the top of the mountain who thought of it.

Want to be peaceful.

Three simple words, literally, want to be peaceful and kind.

This is a thought.

Just like Li Ruyu's current state of mind, he calmly left from the situation set by the empress.

Heart and emotion.

The young man raised his sword, filled with beautiful thoughts.

Swords and blood have always been inseparable music, but at this moment, the young man raised his sword, but he couldn't see blood and murderous aura, which made him feel for no reason, and seemed to have a very beautiful yearning.

This sword is hope.

It is Li Ruyu's thought alone, and it is also the thought of all people in the world.

A Mu's eyes became brighter and a slight curvature of praise was pulled out from the corner of his mouth, sixty feet?

Then he shook his head.

Without borrowing the profound history of a dynasty from the book, this sword is much worse than the sword in Lin'an in the past, but it opens up a new situation.

The young man's sword is more of a sword of the will of scholars.

Not the sword of a man.

If one day, this sword can borrow or even carry the wishes of hundreds of millions of people in the world, it will be enough to break through the sky.

However, today, he still lost to Yue Shan.

clang!

The crisp sound was inspiring, and the crisp sound continued.

Yue Dan was stern and a hint of mockery surged across his face.

A very strong sword, but unfortunately it still cannot reach its own level, not to mention that your sword is about to collapse, how can you withstand such a huge impact?

The sword in Li Ruyu's hand was shattered.

It was broken thoroughly.

The fragments fell like pink, leaving only a sword hilt in hand.

Yue Dan swept his halberd.

With a very casual blow, not placing hope on this halberd, Li Ruyu quickly retreated for about ten steps, standing seven or eight meters away, silently looking at the hilt in his hand.

The sword was broken.

Mao Qiuqing, who struggled to deal with the injury, sighed secretly.

The scholar in Qingshan, who woke up and sat on the ground without any fighting power, shook his head.

Amu quietly turned his wrists and the wooden sword appeared in his palm.

Although he didn't want to see Mr. Fan die in Kaifeng, after hesitating for a long time, the balance in Amu's heart finally tilted: he would never let the young Li Ruyu die in front of him. After getting along these days, Amu has a good sense of Li Ruyu and likes his warm and calm temperament.

But this kind of liking is not a liking between men and women.

But even so, A Mu would not really watch Li Ruyu die under Yue Dan's sword because of Fan Fuzi.

The Taoist under the elm tree was silent for a long time before saying to himself, "Scholars are not in a martial arts battle after all. I really think they can make soldiers by splashing ink, but I still find it difficult to sprinkle beans into soldiers, let alone mere scholars."

The boy not far away said, "It's over, the sword is broken. I have to wait for death. Before the king of the north has attacked us, sir, let's leave quickly."

Jonghyun smiled, "What's the hurry? Scholars are just these things."

Which scholar?

After Shu, there were thousands of mountains. Among the mountains of Yan, there was an official road that had been abandoned for many years. On the official road was a white-clothed man with a sword hanging by his hands holding a wine pot, and a gentle girl followed him.

Both of them were wearing white clothes.

A handsome couple with a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Walking through the official road of the deserted smoke and weeds, flat ground suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

On the flat ground, pavilions and towers stood. Although they have been baptized over the years, they have been somewhat dilapidated, but they still retain the prosperity of the past. The Master took Li Wanyue to the palace gate and smiled and said, "Do you know this place in Wanyue?"

Li Wanyue smiled, "I know, if it is true, it should be the palace of Mrs. Huarui, the princess of the Shu Houzhu, who had been abandoned for a long time?"

The Master laughed, "Madam Huarui is still here."

He immediately sighed, "What a pity. After the Taizu of Dayan settled the country and pacified Shuzhong, this talented woman was unwilling to enter the palace by the orders and would rather lead her hair to practice in the palace in the mountains. In fact, she thought too much. The Saint of War Baili Chunxiang was strong, and Taizu of Dayan was only in love with her. Xuan summoned Mrs. Huarui into the palace, but she only cherished her talent and did not intend to take her as a concubine."

Li Wanyue shook her head, "Maybe she didn't think much about it?"

The Master was stunned, "You mean her..."

Li Wan nodded, "After all, she is the woman of the Shu Houzhu. How could she be in peace with the Taizu of Dayan who killed her husband? She didn't go because she was afraid that she would have some bad thoughts at that time."

How can a woman avenge her vengeance when facing the Emperor Taizu of the Great Yan?

Only erotic ears.

But the woman in Hualien is unwilling to do this.

Therefore, I would rather die in the mountains and keep my rituals than enter the palace by the order.

The Master nodded, "Maybe that's the case." He looked up at the Taoist nun standing at the gate of the palace and smiled, "Is that true?"

The Taoist nun who suddenly appeared was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, and her facial features could not see the traces of time. She seemed to be very old, but she also looked like a green girl. Her face was almost as good as the empress and the princess.

Suddenly, he bowed deeply to Li Wanyue, "I never thought that hundreds of years later, there will be someone who remembers his ancestors, and we are lucky to be with us."

Li Wanyue returned the gift a little embarrassedly.

The Master suddenly turned around, looked north, frowned and said nothing.

Li Wanyue asked uneasily: "What's wrong?"

The Master was silent for a long time before he whispered: "The sword is broken."

Li Wanyue was confused.

The Master explained: "Li Ruyu's sword was broken."

Li Wan asked, "What should I do?"

The Master pondered for a long time and walked out of the palace gate to the square in front of the weeds. He drew his sword, regardless of the thunder in the sky, held the sword and waved it with a long laugh.
Chapter completed!