Before walking to the Wanbao Pavilion, no matter what, you have to walk past the iron chain first. Standing on this side of the cliff and looking at the other side of the cliff, Xie Ying suddenly asked: "Li Fuyao, can you control your sword and show your hands?"

Li Fu shook his head, did not answer the question, but just asked: "Do you want me to carry you over?"

Xie Ying laughed loudly, raised his head and thought about what to say, but when he looked up, he saw the sun that was about to set and murmured: "I don't know how the sunrise is, but this sunset is really good."

Li Fuyao looked up and said nothing.

Then, Xie Ying walked in front of him across the "bridge". The most outstanding child of the Xie family in Yanshi City walked on the shaking iron chain with the hilt of the sword Qike, not afraid at all, but walked very slowly and could not be said to be free at all.

I'm afraid that this part of the road today is the slowest, most stable, and least willing to make mistakes in Xie Ying's life. Xie Ying, who has never encountered any major setbacks since childhood, can always achieve extraordinary results in a short period of time, so Xie Chenjun valued him so much. Xie Wuyi thought of his son, and loved and hated him. Therefore, Xie Ying was not 100% concerned about anything, even if he led a cavalry alone and carried the rise and fall of the Great Zhou on his shoulders.

But today's road is not something Xie Ying takes seriously, because if he really slips under his feet, he will roll down the cliff from here, and he will die. At that time, everything in the past twenty or thirty years will be a mirror. It's not that Xie Ying is afraid of death. If he is really afraid of death, he wouldn't dare to enter Huaiyang City alone before. But even if there are thousands of ways to die in life, Xie Ying will not like this one today.

Li Fuyao, who was carrying a sword box, did not rashly step on the iron chain. He was not afraid of falling off the cliff, but just wanted to wait until Xie Ying finished walking.

Seeing Xie Ying walking on this shaking iron chain, Li Fuyao remembered that many years ago, he was playing in the alley with those city friends in Luoyang City. One of them was convenient for a stone staircase. Because the middle stair was destroyed by something, the neighbors had to put a piece of wood between the two stone staircases. Several children often liked to walk there. The children's balance is not outstanding, so there is probably no one who can stand on that piece of wood for a while. Li Fuyao?

The same won't work!

After smiling, Li Fuyao saw that Xie Ying was standing opposite and gasping for breath, and then walked on the chain. He was also unhappy, but every step was extremely steadily, not as shaking as Xie Ying. When he reached the opposite side, Xie Ying had already found a big stone in front of Wanbao Pavilion, sitting down. Looking at the Wanbao Pavilion, which is famous in Chen State, Xie Ying muttered: "There are really huge rocks weighing more than a thousand pounds. Be good, it is the method of you gods on the mountain."

Li Fuyao refused to comment, just stared at this Wanbao Pavilion, which was obviously built for a while but did not show its old age.

Xie Ying stood up, rubbed his shoulders, and suggested, "Or we'll go in and see if there is any sleeping place? Anyway, we'll get up tomorrow to see what sunrise?"

Li Fuyao nodded and took the lead in stepping into this Wanbao Pavilion. The corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't see you so active when he just passed the cliff. Now you have become like this, aren't you ashamed?

When you step into the Wanbao Pavilion, which the people of Chen are thinking about, it is not as jewel-like as you imagined. It is just an ancient pavilion. There are three floors of Wanbao Pavilion. The third floor is an excellent location to watch the sunrise. There is only one quiet room on the first floor. Apart from that, there is nothing else. I think the person who built this pavilion did not have the idea of ​​inviting guests here, otherwise why didn’t he even see a guest room?

There are a lot of books on the second floor, but they are not considered to be a piece of lonely and broken book. On the contrary, most of the common primary school books on the market account for half of the time, and the rest are also some idle books, which are worthless. Therefore, after so many years, people have not been emptied. As for whether they have taken a few steps secretly, no one knows.

The entire Wanbao Pavilion is spotless and does not look like a masterless thing at all.

Li Fuyao came from the first floor to the second floor, and came to the books. After a moment of silence, he took off an inconspicuous yellow book, and saw a bright yellow talisman posted here behind the book.

Xie Ying came over and asked, "What is this?"

Li Fuyao said calmly: "The dust-avoiding talisman is one of the Taoist talismans. As long as the qi on it is still there, it will be effective. Even after a thousand years, this Wanbao Pavilion will be spotless. The effectiveness of the talisman is closely related to the realm of the talisman painter. If the realm is high, I am afraid it will be maintained for more than a hundred years. However, this talisman does not seem to have been drawn by the person himself. It should be some ordinary things circulating in the Taoist sect. The qi is very passing. If the person who built this Wanbao Pavilion does not want to see the Wanbao Pavilion becoming dusty after watching it, he should have come back soon."

Xie Ying sat on the floor and smiled and said, "What if the immortal on the mountain dies outside, it's not clear."

Li Fuyao smiled, but when he saw the sky getting darker, he went to find an oil lamp to light it, and then he walked slowly next to the bookshelf with the oil lamp.

Flip books from time to time.

Xie Ying yawned and didn't go to see this place, just closed his eyes and rested.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps and stopped in front of a bookshelves. There was a line of small characters on the wall behind the bookshelf.

The handwriting is sloppy, but meaningful.

Li Fuyao carefully identified it and recognized it as a sentence, "How about not having a good life?"

It seems to have an unfinished meaning.

Li Fuyao stopped for a moment, walked a few steps forward, and saw another line of characters. This time, it was not cursive, but a line of regular script with neat handwriting. "Is it wrong for us scholars to be honest and sincere? Do we have to bring peace to the age of all ages?"

It came to an abrupt end again.

Li Fuyao walked a few more steps forward, and this time it was running script. "I have a lot of inappropriate knowledge and say it is not pleasing to anyone."

Walk further and it's gone.

Li Fuyao raised his head and said that these three lines of small characters were written by one person. The man seemed to be a top scholar in the world. Whether it was cursive or regular script, it was not bad. Moreover, it seemed that he would write casually, without any effort. If he really picked up the pen seriously, he would be really comparable to the top calligraphy masters of the world.

Li Fuyao suddenly withdrew from the pavilion and went to see if there were plaques hanging in front of the pavilion. But after a while, he was still confused when he returned to the second floor. There was obviously no plaques there, so why did he go and take a look?

Back on the second floor, Xie Ying was already asleep, and the moon was hanging in the sky. Li Fuyao put the oil lamp back and sat down cross-legged.

Now he has a lot of ideas about the owner of Wanbao Pavilion.

Untie the sword box, take out the black hair and Xiaoxue and put it on your lap.

Li Fuyao was about to start the usual sword-raising method again, but suddenly, the sword was whirling with Xiaoxue, and the sword body was trembling, almost breaking out of the sheath.

Li Fuyao looked up at the third floor.

Put Xiaoxue into the sword box, hold her black hair in her hand, and go to the third floor where she is viewing.

There is nothing else on the third floor.

He had come up to see it before, but nothing was seen. This time he went up to the third floor again, but there was ash falling off the opposite wall, and some poems were revealed. "He raised his head to the northwest, and he had a long sword against the sky. People said that this place was late at night, and the bull fighting was lit. I felt that the mountains were high, the pond was cold, and the moon was clear."

The signature is in the three words "Wang Fugui".

This is the owner of Wanbao Pavilion.

But this scholar who can write such a word is called Wang Fugui?!

After Li Fuyao took a few steps, he could only retreat after a moment. The abundant energy left in the line of poetry was really much better than him, but there was no such thing as a pretentious situation.

Li Fuyao was puzzled. He did not feel any sword intent in this Wanbao Pavilion, which means that the owner of the Wanbao Pavilion was not a senior of the swordsman lineage, but why did Qingsi make a loud sound of swords?

Li Fuyao looked down at the black hair in his hand. The latter was still trembling slightly now, not afraid, but just a little excited and excited.

Li Fuyao sat down on the spot, waiting for dawn, and watching the beautiful sunrise.

But after closing my eyes, there was a sudden loud bang in my mind.

A white-robed swordsman appeared not far away in front of him, but he still couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the sword he held in his hand was undoubtedly black.

Li Fuyao was stunned and soon remembered the scene when he first saw him holding his hair at the bottom of Jianshan Cliff. The white-robed swordsman fought against several demon cultivators on Jianshan alone, and finally died of exhaustion.

Later he learned that the former owner of this black hair, the man in white robe, was named Bai Zhihan, who was well-deserved sword embryo!

Now we meet for the second time, it doesn't seem friendly.

Bai Zhihan, who was holding the sword, looked at Li Fuyao and sneered: "Why are you worthy of my Bai Zhihan's sword?"

Li Fuyao was stunned, as if he didn't know how to answer.

Bai Zhihan said indifferently: "Answer me!"

Word by word, there are really countless sword intents filled it. Bai Zhihan's sword art is indeed only one step away from entering the sea. I think even the ancestor of Jianshan

Li Fuyao was silent for a while, looking at the sword that should have been in his hand, but now he has reached the black hair opposite him.

"Senior has passed away, why can't he bear this sword?"

Li Fuyao raised his head and looked calm.

He couldn't see Bai Zhihan's face clearly, but for some reason, he could always feel Bai Zhihan's expression.

The latter curled up his lips, "Whether he passed away or not has nothing to do with you, a young man with very poor qualifications. But since you want my sword, you should give you a reason to use this sword."

Li Fuyao said, "Senior is old and since he doesn't resist, why do you still want to do this?"

Bai Zhihan seemed to have a strange expression on his face. The boy opposite didn't say that he had any perseverance and ambitions, but he was just saying that he was dead, so naturally the belonging of the sword should not be his concern.

From Li Fuyao's perspective, no matter what you say about the sword, it is useless. After all, no matter how outstanding the sword is, it can compare with the sword embryo in front of you now. He is a person who can be compared with the sword fairy Liuxiang.

So that's all I can say.

Bai Zhihan was obviously a little disappointed.

He threw out his black hair at will, "You are not worthy of learning my Bai Zhihan's swordsmanship."

Li Fuyao took the black hair expressionlessly, "Li Fuyao doesn't want to learn the swordsmanship of his seniors."

Bai Zhihan dissipated with a sneer.

The blue-wire sword calmed down again.

Li Fuyao was sweating profusely.

When I opened my eyes, the sky turned white.

But it seems that today I can't imagine seeing any sunrise.

No wonder it was so deserted on the way up the mountain that no one could see.

It turns out that after winter, it is really hard to see the sunrise?

Li Fuyao walked down the third floor, but suddenly saw a group of people walking past the iron chain and coming to Wanbao Pavilion outside the building.

There were three people in a group, two middle-aged men with ordinary faces, one in a blue shirt and the other in a black robe.

Another woman, with a very ugly appearance, carried two short swords.

Li Fuyao came to the second floor, but Xie Ying had already gotten up. He had rested for a night and seemed to be in good spirits. However, after seeing these three people, Xie Jiabaoshu looked dim.

Li Fuyao asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Xie Ying smiled bitterly and said, "I remember when I was eating dumplings, I told me how many of us were, and I was the only one who entered Huaiyang City?"

Li Fuyao nodded.

Xie Ying's face was bitter, "Do you know why I didn't look for them when I left Huaiyang City, but instead wanted to hide from them?"

Li Fu shook his head.

Xie Ying sighed, "Because these three people were watching me die. Even if I came out of Huaiyang City by chance, they would definitely make up for another knife, which made me unable to reply to Dazhou."

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "There are some people in your Xie family who want you to die, don't you want you to be the head of the family?"
To be continued...