In that attic, the two people who had been paying attention to the teahouse looked different.

The haggard old man frowned, "Why didn't he draw his sword?"

In his opinion, if a swordsman meets a demon cultivator, no matter what, he will have to use his sword to kill him. However, after so long, there will be no trace of sword energy in the teahouse, which will be abnormal.

The man in white robe stood with his hands behind his back, remembering the scene when he first met him, and said calmly: "He is different from other swordsmen."

The haggard old man looked at the man in white robe, listened to this and said in confusion: "Have you seen him? What's the difference?"

The man in white robe smiled and said, "You should know how different he is."

The old man withered was confused. He had known the man with a white robe for only a few months and felt that he was not a mortal. He had practiced swords for more than a hundred years. The old man withered had a very deep understanding of swordsmanship, but in front of this man, it seemed a bit ridiculous.

The old man withered was a little confused before, but later he thought that after some monks died, they could recover their previous memories by chance in the next life. Although the realm was no longer there, they had all the experiences and knowledge, so they would be so powerful.

After traveling together for several months, he vaguely felt that his sword skills had improved a little.

But that sword was really useful to him, otherwise he would not have fought with him.

"Xu Ji once used a sword for him. That sword killed you like the morning and dusk realm. Another sword hurt Lin Hongzhu seriously. He is naturally different from an ordinary swordsman."

Although the withered old man did not enter Jianshan and did not have a famous master to practice swords, he still knew the name of Xu Ji, the ancestor of Jianshan. He knew that the ancestor was a swordsman of the same age as Chao Qingqiu. He had no chance to be Canghai because of a sword, but he did not say that he would not be powerful if he did not be Canghai. In those years, he was always considered the number one swordsman in the mountains and rivers except Chao Qingqiu.

However, Xu Ji, who has reached the peak of the Tower Realm, has been in Jianshan for many years and has never heard of any news of walking in the world.

The previous sword was circulated and naturally attracted attention.

Not many people know the reason for the sword.

The withered old man went into seclusion and realized the sword all year round, so naturally he didn't know.

But the man in white robe knew that he had walked many places and naturally knew things that many people didn't know.

More importantly, he is a swordsman.

Although there is no sword.

He wanted to have a sword, but he was not satisfied with it after seeing it, but he only took a fancy to the nineteenth.

The haggard old man reminded: "What you said is different, it shouldn't be Xu Ji's treatment of him."

The man in white robe said annoyed: "I have only seen him once. How do I know? I want to know, look at it myself, but one thing is, if you put your face down and attack him, I will be able to kill you one day."

If other people, especially a monk who is not as good as him, told him this, he might attack and kill him on the spot, but the one in front of him,

The withered old man never dares to move easily.

It is clear that his state is stable and he is better than him.

This strange thought has been in his mind these days.

The man in white robe smiled, "Okay, it's almost done, go and have a look."

The haggard old man thought about it and found that the sword was indeed unforeseen. He didn't take action himself before, but he just didn't want to show up in front of those little guys anymore. Now he doesn't care much about the sword.

The two of them went down the mountain one after another, and they were all going to that teahouse.

...

...

In the teahouse, the woman in a red dress wanted to leave, but Li Fuyao reached out to stop her.

Li Fuyao looked at the sword and asked, "For this sword?"

This question was not asked by anyone, but the woman in the red dress knew it, so she was actually asking her.

Liu Ning and Ye Zhou were not very clear about the ability of this young man, but she knew that she opened her mouth and wanted to say a few words. She was stunned again as soon as she was about to say it. What would be the consequences if she told a lie?

After gritting his teeth, the woman in red dress said, "This sword is called 19th, and it is the treasure of the Beihai Sword Tomb. An immortal master asked the little demon to bring it out. The little demon was helpless. I hope the immortal master will observe it."

This sentence actually includes three messages. The one who asked her to pick up the sword was a monk on the mountain. She was not a human, and the young man on the opposite side was also a monk on the mountain.

Liu Ning is not stupid, and Ye Zhou is not stupid either.

The two of them looked at Li Fuyao at the same time.

The senior Ye Zhou had met was a sure-fire swordsman on the mountain. When he saw this young man who was also a swordsman, Ye Zhou was a little happy, thinking that if he could not take the sword away, could he follow the young man?

Liu Ning had a complicated expression. If this young man was a monk on the mountain, then if he also took a fancy to this sword, he would be afraid that he would not be able to take it away.

Soon he figured it out that if Li Fuyao wanted it, he would give it to him, and his life would always be the first.

But when he was thinking about it, Liu Ning leaned against Li Fuyao without any trace. It turned out that the junior sister was a demon.

Li Fuyao looked at the nineteenth corpse, thought for a while, and finally said, "Since it is someone else's treasure of the sect, let's go back."

Li Fuyao had no idea about the nineteenth sword. No matter whether it was a good sword or not, he was not attractive to him. He didn't have a sword. He came in and stayed there for so many times just to see if the woman in the red dress was going to commit a crime.

She didn't kill anyone, and Li Fuyao wouldn't have killed her with one sword like other monks.

It's time to return the original owner.

Li Fuyao suddenly asked, "Where is the Beihai Sword Tomb?"

The woman in the red dress replied carefully: "Travel north for 300 miles, on the Ganhe Mountain."

"I happened to have nothing to do. Who will take the sword to see it with me?"

When the woman in the red dress heard this, she gave up her last bit of luck. She looked at Liu Ning and said hurriedly: "He is a disciple of Beihai Sword Tomb. Let him take it back nineteen, Immortal Master."

Li Fuyao looked at Liu Ning and was about to speak.

The door was pushed open again.

There were two people coming in this time.

One was an old man with a haggard face, and the other was a man with a plain expression. He and Liu Ning were both wearing white robes, but standing there, he took away all the glory of Liu Ning.

When seeing this haggard old man, the woman in red dress was both lucky and disappointed.

Because he was the one who asked her to bring the sword back, but now he has taken action himself, and I don’t know if the agreed things can be given to her.

When Li Fuyao saw the man in white robe, he looked disbelief.

The man in white robe smiled and said, "Long time no see."

Li Fuyao stuttered a little, "It's so... I haven't seen you for a long time."

Ye Zhou stood not far away and shouted "Senior".

He wanted to bring this sword for the man in white robe.

The haggard old man didn't look at Li Fuyao, but just waved his hand and waved his sword into his hand. He looked at Liu Ning indifferently, "Go back and tell them, I'll take the sword away."

Liu Ning was about to say something, but when he looked at the haggard old man's face carefully, he was suddenly stunned, and then knelt down, "Disciple Liu Ning, pay homage to the ancestor!"

It has been a hundred years since the founding of Beihai Sword Tomb. It is firmly in the position of the No. 1 Sword Sect in the Beihai River and Lake. Everyone knows that the founder of Beihai Sword Tomb has disappeared many years ago, leaving only the nineteenth sword. Countless disciples of the Sword Tomb thought that their ancestor had passed away, and the portrait of the ancestor had been hung in the sect for more than a hundred years.

Liu Ning never thought that one day he would see the ancestor again.

It turns out that the saying circulating in the sect is not fake.

The ancestor did not pass away, but went from the world to the mountain.

The haggard old man ignored him and just looked at the nineteenth hand in his hand. However, when he held the nineteenth hand, he failed to pull out the sheath.

However, Meng Jin, who was lying behind the counter, looked at the three swordsmen in the teahouse and felt even more inexplicable.

There are quite a few swordsmen that have appeared these days.

One thing he remembered was about the haggard old man.

Many years ago, after he accepted this teahouse, he was traveling far away at night when he had nothing to do. He saw a fool holding a sword scripture and pursuing the sword. He said that he couldn't watch it on time, so he mentioned him a few words.

Tsk, I am indeed stupid. It’s been so long that I have been in the morning and evening.

He looked at the man in white robe again and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't explain how he was familiar.

The matter is not over yet, because of this sword, the withered old man cannot pull it out.

The man in white robe had known that this sword had been spiritual and was not an ordinary person, so he refused to recognize him. It was just that even if you were its former master, now it felt that you were not on the same road as it, and even if you had become a sword immortal, it would not let it be held willingly by you in your hand.

The man in white robe stretched out his hand and smiled, "I said it a long time ago, it would rather be in my hands."

The haggard old man handed over the sword expressionlessly. Since it was unwilling to pick it up, he no longer held it.

The man in white robe took the sword and tried hard, but it didn't work.

The man in the white robe seemed a little embarrassed. He looked at Ye Zhou, "Have you pulled out the sheath?"

Ye Zhou shook his head, "No."

Then the man in white robe looked at Liu Ning.

Liu Ning no longer had the idea of ​​going to Jianshan. He just wanted to let the ancestor take him to practice swords.

This sword was placed in the Beihai Sword Tomb. No one has pulled out the sheath in recent years. Liu Ning has tried it, but it has not succeeded.

The man in white robe looked around and handed the sword to Li Fuyao, "You try."

Li Fuyao was just in a vague mood, and saw the sword handed to him, thinking about it, then reached out to hold the sword.

clang!
To be continued...