Li Fuyao and Wang Shi, carrying sword boxes, entered the town. After feeling the gaze of the people in the town, they did not dare to show off. They settled in a restaurant facing the street. The two of them sat by the window and ordered a pot of wine and a few plates of side dishes.

The waiter looked bad when serving the dishes. If Wang Shi hadn't been generous enough and generous enough to give a ingot of silver that was quite heavy, he might have been spitting some saliva even after serving a few plates of side dishes. Li Fuyao poured a glass of wine, and after drinking it, he didn't have time to praise the wine, but he just felt depressed.

Wang Shi smiled and did not speak patiently. He only pointed to the street after Li Fuyao could not hold back. Li Fuyao followed what Wang Shi was looking for. He did see a few people in a hidden place on the street peeking at this town.

Li Fuyao felt even more annoyed.

Wang Shi then said softly: "When I entered the town before, Xiaodao heard a few words of chatting among the people in the town, and probably figured out some things. Do you want to listen to them?"

Li Fuyao spread his hands and said, "Fuyao listened attentively."

Wang Shi smiled faintly, "The river demon that Mr. Li killed before is actually a river god for these small towns. Every year, the people of this small town send a most beautiful woman in the town, and the river demon will ensure that the town is in good weather. As for the woman who is forced to do something with the river demon, whenever she gets tired of it, she will be thrown into the river and feed fish and shrimps. This means that the people of this small town exchange a woman for a year of good weather every year. From the path, it is naturally a stupid move, but according to these small towns

The people who came to the court said that the deal was very good, and the one who gave the quota of this woman would receive a sum of money from several gentry in the town. Therefore, this time we saved the woman, not only the people would not thank us for removing the river demon, and even the woman's family might not be too happy. Maybe even the woman himself would not accept our kindness. After all, this matter was agreed upon and there was a long time to go, and the woman had already accepted her fate. Even if we were to pull it, we would only be the name of a villain."

Li Fuyao was silent and did not rush to speak.

Wang Shi continued to speak, "So after Mr. Li took out his sword and killed the river demon, no one would protect this town. The next year will be a good harvest year? The people of the town cannot explain clearly, and we dare not guarantee it. Of course, if the town has good weather every year after that, it may be no one who resents us except the family where the women left. But in the end, there are still people who blame us and blame us for cutting off their financial path. But if the weather is gone, it will end up resentful to the people of the town. Mr. Li is a swordsman who is alone and has never cared about luck. But the path is a monk on the mountain and dare not involve too much. Therefore, Mr. Li did not help when he took action before, and I hope Mr. Li will not take it seriously."

Li Fuyao laughed and said, "I just had two swords behind me. I would kill the injustice when I encountered it. There was not much attention."

Wang Shi nodded with a smile, obviously looking good.

Li Fuyao took several sips of wine and said with some melancholy: "It turns out that I can't be a good person."

Wang Shi was stunned and asked, "Why do you say this?"

Li Fuyao picked up a chopstick and threw it into the wine glass, which quickly turned black.

Li Fuyao shook his head helplessly.

Li Fuyao wouldn't be too happy if he did good things and was harmed by others.

Wang Shi leaned over to see the waiter who served the food before, and sighed: "What a pity that silver ingot before the trail."

Li Fuyao laughed but said nothing, but his eyes gradually became cold.

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The river outside the town was entrenched in the river demon before. Just after being killed by a swordsman yesterday, the river demon, whose original shape was a huge gray fish, was taken away by Li Fuyao's demon pill. The remaining huge body Li Fuyao didn't care, but that night he was carried into the town by a group of young and strong men. After entering the town, he turned around and turned around. A group of young and strong men carried the huge gray fish into a house in a remote alley.

The lights were brightly lit at night, and the white-haired old man lying on a magistrate chair closed his eyes to rest. He opened his eyes slightly after the door was knocked, but he did not open it completely. After the young and strong men carried the dead gray fish into the room and placed it in front of him, they finally opened their eyes.

The white-haired old man waved his hand, and the young and strong men left the house.

A middle-aged man who had been standing next to the old man with white hair had a pair of triangular eyes, which looked extremely vulgar, but his expression was calm, which invisibly diluted the vulgarity a little.

He walked a few steps forward, looked through the wound of the gray fish carefully, and then sighed for a moment, and said softly: "Old ancestor, the rumors are true. They are a swordsman. This wound was obviously killed by a sword."

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "Fanchi, there has been no swordsman on this Dayu border for many years. Why have we met the two that appeared these days?"

The triangular-eyed man, known as Fanchi, said bitterly: "The swordsman in the morning and evening who appeared in Qingshan Temple before was of a profound realm, but he met another mountain god with a more terrifying realm. He was destroyed in the blink of an eye. The young man who appeared in this town now has a low realm, but he is a swordsman after all. Who knows whether he is going to Qingshan Temple to smash the ground? How to do it requires the ancestors to decide for themselves."

The old man with white hair had not changed his expression. He did not mention the swordsman coming to the town. He just asked, "Fanchi, what is the realm of the mountain monk on the green mountain that can make the swordsman in the morning and evening realm die?"

The triangular eye man tentatively said: "The realm should be in the Spring and Autumn realm. After all, in the same realm, monks of the three religions have no advantage when they meet swordsmen."

The old man with white hair sneered, "Chunqiu? Have you never seen swordsmen bento, these swordsmen are all for a good meal. When they face Qingqiu, a sword fairy, dare to fight with several great demons. In the average Spring and Autumn realm, if you meet this swordsman, you can win, but it is so easy. Besides, that old guy Shen Changyu was defeated by that man. You said that man was in the Spring and Autumn realm, and you were not afraid of laughing out loud? Follow me, at least climb to the first realm!"

The triangular-eyed man said incredibly: "Old ancestor, if he climbed the old god on the mountain in the first realm of the tower, he could be said to be a big man. Such a big man descended on Qingshan and attacked Qingshan to suppress the old man Shen Changyu. If we stabbed him again, we would not be able to get angry."

The white-haired old man looked complicated, "After that Qingshan took action, I heard that the temple master went up to the sword mountain."

The triangular-eyed man was stunned and said stupidly: "Which viewer?"

The white-haired old man smiled coldly.

The triangular-eyed man took a breath, "The master of the spectator Liang also went to Jianshan. Could it be that person who took action in Qingshan be the one who was the one who took action?"

The triangular-eyed man was not stupid at all, and he guessed the key in just a moment.

The old man with white hair hesitated: "That old guy Yang Haizhi traveled through mountains and rivers when he was young, so he went to Liangxi. Who knew if he had stepped on the shit and met the watcher, and then stepped on the shit and formed a big and small incense. Then no one dared to move his Qingshan Temple at this Dayu border."

The triangular eye man said sincerely: "Old ancestor, no matter what, you can't go to this muddy water. No one can get anything to do with the things that have something to do with the sage. After all, the sage is a monk on the mountain that is expected to step into the saint. If we are a monster like this, there will be no place in the world if we provoke the sage."

The white-haired old man sneered: "What are you afraid of? At worst, we can just run to the demon earth. It is naturally very difficult for demon cultivators to make a name for themselves in the mountains and rivers. Only when we reach the demon earth can we have such a place."

The triangular eye man reminded: "Oncestor, you are still three women who are missing from your magical skills."

The white-haired man had no expression on his face and said calmly: "When those two people left, I will find another demon cultivator to come forward. If the foolish people here want the river god, I will give it to him. If Chao Qingqiu had returned from the demon soil to the mountains and rivers, the young man who had made his sword would be destined to be unable to keep him."

The triangular-eyed man didn't speak. Although he didn't know the state of the ancestor, he could not be the opponent of the sword immortal, no matter what, he was not destined to look at the ancestor more.

After all, this sword fairy usually uses the giants who are worthy of being respected in the demon land. How could he care about this little demon who is hiding in the market and practicing the so-called magical skills?

The old man with white hair finally said meaningfully: "In fact, if there is the swordsman's flesh and blood, it is probably more effective than these three women."

The triangular-eyed man trembled all over, but he didn't speak.

The white-haired old man waved his hand.

The triangular-eyed man lowered his head and walked slowly after closing the door.

A sound of biting flesh and blood soon came from the house.

He turned a deaf ear and left here, walked through the corridor, and stopped in front of an old tree.

A crisp sound came into my ears, "Fanchi, will my ancestors ask you to get rid of the murderer and avenge my husband?"

The triangular-eyed man raised his head and stared at the middle-aged woman squatting on the tree.

The woman was dressed in moon-white clothes, and her face was not very beautiful, but it was still pleasing to the eye, especially the scenery on her chest, which was even more magnificent.

The triangular-eyed man just looked vulgar, but in fact, there was no other thought in his eyes. He looked at the woman and sneered: "Chunniang, the gray fish died at the hands of a young swordsman. The ancestors were unwilling to interfere, and they didn't want you to make any trouble."

Chunniang had an extremely ferocious face, "My husband died for his ancestors, and he was even more loyal to his ancestors before. If the ancestors said this, they would not care about it. Are you afraid of being disheartened?"

The triangular-eyed man said calmly: "The gray fish can't even have a body left. Can you still expect your ancestor to avenge you? Could it be that he really treats his ancestors as such a moral saint?"

Chunniang almost fell off the branch, and she said in disbelief: "Our ancestor bullies me like this?"

The triangular-eyed man had no expression on his face.

Chunniang gritted her teeth and said, "Fanchi, if my ancestors don't take action, do you want to help me?"

The triangular eye man said teasingly: "Help you? Why? Just rely on your body of a broken flower or a little bit of incense between you and me, you have only transformed into shape, and I have only formed a pill. When you meet the young swordsman who killed the black fish that had already formed a pill with one sword, do you think you have a chance of winning? It's just a death. Everything in the world is easy to mess with, but this swordsman is not easy to mess with. On the border of Dayu, it used to be luck to encounter it, but it is fate if you meet it in the future. For the sake of that little bit of incense, I advise you not to do stupid things, and do something that is doomed to fail, it's meaningless."

Chunniang looked complicated and didn't want to speak.

The triangular-eyed man smiled and said, "That's all, you think about it yourself."

After walking a few steps, the triangular-eyed man suddenly laughed again, "I forgot to say that Chunniang, there is a Taoist priest who guards the teachings next to that person. His realm is not low, and it is hard to say whether he is in the Qingshi Realm or the Taiqing Realm."

After saying this, the triangular-eyed man disappeared, leaving only Chunniang who was always squatting on the branches.

The woman with a magnificent chest stood up, suddenly smiled coldly, and disappeared.

But in the room where the white-haired old man was originally pushed open the window and wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief suddenly said coldly: "Chunniang, if you want to die, no one can stop him, but if you implicate me, you will really be worse than death."

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The night was deep. After the daylight, Li Fuyao had no idea of ​​leaving in this town anymore. But seeing that it was getting late, Wang Shi persuaded Li Fuyao to stay and see it. Li Fuyao did not rush to leave, but did not find an inn in the town, but instead searched for a remote yard. The owner of the yard had already left, saying that it was a haunted place, so he didn't even dare to take away the things from the house. After Li Fuyao and Wang Shi lived there, they found a room. Li Fuyao's room should be the original owner's room, and there was a desk with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, but it was useless for a long time and was a little dusty.

Li Fuyao couldn't sleep, so he lit an oil lamp and wrote an article on the white paper.

The pen strength has improved a bit compared to before.

After writing, Li Fuyao put his pen to pick up the jade pendant that originally belonged to Wen Yao and carefully looked at it. While on the way, he discovered something extremely strange, that was, put the jade pendant next to the sword jade, and the sword jade would absorb the original luck contained in the jade pendant, which shocked Li Fuyao, and then he did not dare to put the two jade pendants together.

After all, the owner of this jade pendant is still the little girl Wen Yao. If he had absorbed all the things in the jade pendant for no reason, he would not know how to face it when he saw her again.

Li Fuyao believes that he is not a good person, but he is definitely not a bad person.

Putting down the jade pendant, Li Fuyao came to the window and looked at the moonlight outside with a calm expression.

After he came down from Jianshan, the first thing he encountered was that the little girl Wen Yao was destroyed by the sparrow demon. The reason why he helped was probably because he saw the little girl and remembered that he had perfectly placed the little girl and took out the demon pill. But now he took the second move, he met a group of unreasonable people at the foot of the mountain. The river demon who killed the disaster was poisoned by the vegetables, which was very appropriate to say that it was kind-hearted but no good reward.

However, although Li Fuyao was a little confused and bored, he was probably not disappointed with this world. After all, he still had some expectations. The reason why he didn't dare to go to Luoyang City was actually very simple. He was afraid that he would forget his son when he saw his parents again. In this way, even if Li Fuyao became a sword immortal who would look up and watch from the world, he would not be too happy.

He was taken from Luoyang City to Baiyu Town in Dazhou. The reason why he could survive was that in addition to thinking about taking revenge, he actually wanted to go back and take a look.

He still doesn't believe that his parents will really not care about his life and death for the sake of the money.

Standing by the window and feeling the cool breeze at the summer night, Li Fuyao's thoughts were complicated.

In another room, the Taoist priest who was in a sage could not sleep. He first recited a Taoist scripture left by the saint, then put on his shoes, came to the window, and began to carefully recall the entire situation he had encountered before and until now.

What he was most confused about was that since the river demon was to make a good harvest for the people of this town every year, why did he have to ask for women every year? If this was a deal that both sides agreed on, the river demon wanted women to be chaste. But why is that? He could play a mountain monk and live in the town with a swagger. At that time, he would only get more women than he is now. Since he was still showing himself as a river demon, would he not be afraid that the mountain monks who had traveled here would get rid of it?

If this doesn't make sense, then it can only be said that the river demon drunkard's intention is not wine.

But it wasn't on that woman, what was this river demon greedy for? Wang really couldn't figure it out.

He always cut off the demons and never thought about anything else. However, when he encountered the people of this town, Wang Shi had the idea that he had to figure out the whole story, so he asked Li Fuyao to stay with him. If he really discovered something after this.

The two of them joined forces and thought it would be much safer than him alone.

Wang Shi never wanted to know the truth of the matter so much.

This may be related to his heart of Tao that is still somewhat erratic.

He held his chin and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly remembered the conversation between a scholar who had traveled to Dayu and a Taoist.

The scholar who didn't know how high his knowledge was and the Taoist, who had always been regarded as the most knowledgeable Taoist at the Dayu border, had met for several days on the issue of saving or not saving a woman who fell into the water. It was difficult for both sides to distinguish between the two sides. Just when everyone thought that the debate was about to end in a draw, it was a turn of things. The scholar actually won the debate with one sentence. After the sentence was circulated, both Taoist priests and scholars felt that the sentence said by this scholar was really unable to find any refutation.
Chapter completed!