It was snowing outside in midnight.

Li Fuyao and Meng Danqing were not a life-and-death hatred, so after Li Fuyao told Meng Danqing that the demon cultivator had been killed by him and handed over the demon pill to Meng Danqing, Meng Danqing had no too many thoughts about Lu Wei's death.

The people on the mountain are originally the most important things. If their relatives and friends are killed by Li Fuyao, it is reasonable for him to get angry and take revenge. But just like this, Lu Wei met by chance. Even if they are all Taoist families, Meng Danqing would not be guilty of being guilty of Li Fuyao in Taiqing.

Besides, if you really fight, you may not be able to win.

Even the defeat may be bigger.

Li Fuyao suddenly took out the ghost-catching banner, placed it in front of Meng Danqing, and asked softly: "What do you think of Taoist priest?"

Meng Danqing looked closely. As early as when Lu Wei sacrificed this banner, Meng Danqing felt that it was not an ordinary magic weapon. Even if he liked it, would he have to rob it blatantly?

Li Fuyao laughed and said, "We have no use for these things. I suddenly want to use this thing to exchange for that demon pill."

I gave Meng Danqing the demon pill before, but in fact, I was considering that if Meng Danqing killed the demon cultivator, he should have the token. However, compared with that, Li Fuyao was much more interested in that demon pill than this ghost-catching banner.

Meng Danqing took out the demon pill without thinking.

It will be done immediately.

As for how Meng Danqing explained to his master later, Li Fuyao didn't care.

After taking back the demon pill, Meng Danqing said goodbye on the pretext of giving up.

It disappeared soon.

There are only these men left in the room.

From the time Li Fuyao left the room and then back to his return, it didn't actually take much time.

But things have been resolved.

Li Fuyao glanced at the already cold soup pot and said nothing.

The thin man asked, "What else does the immortal master want us to do?"

He actually always knew what to call the god on the mountain.

Li Fuyao blinked and said softly: "Of course, I'm going to take the helm, and the boat still has to drive."

The boat will always open, and the road will always go.

Li Fuyao has now entered the Taiqing Realm, so he naturally wants to go to the Demon Earth. Li Fuyao can't say why he is for the Demon Earth. Maybe it's just to see Miss Qinghuai and tell her that she is a little more powerful again?

But no matter how you think about it, you shouldn't be that way.

After leaving the house and returning to the wing room, the boy had already been taken away, so naturally there was no one else to stare at him, Li Fuyao. When he returned to the house, Feng Lu still lay on the ground and dozed.

Li Fuyao said, "We are going to go to the demon soil."

Feng Lu said oh, and said nothing.

Li Fuyao thought about it, then took off his boots, slept on the bed, and even covered him with a quilt.

When a monk who has reached Li Fuyao's realm has long been invincible with the cold and heat. Even if he hadn't had the idea occasionally, he wouldn't have to eat at all, and he wouldn't have to sleep at night.

Before, Li Fuyao used many times to raise a sword, and there were only a few days to sleep.

Feng Lu had never seen it before, so he became a little strange.

Li Fuyao said worriedly, "I seem to be targeted by someone."

This sentence is a guess, but not just a guess.

Feng Lu tilted his head, opened his eyes with difficulty, and said disapprovingly: "A swordsman who has reached this level in just a few years of practice, and is not stared at by others. I think there is something wrong with their brains."

Nowadays, this mountain and river are the world of Confucianism and Taoism, and it is not the scene six thousand years ago. During this long period, I wonder how many talented swordsmen died inexplicably.

It is only in the years since we climbed to the sea in Qingqiu that many things have happened.

Of course, in addition to the factor of Chao Qingqiu, there is another very important reason that there are indeed fewer and fewer swordsmen today.

Before Li Fuyao climbed Jianshan, the remaining living people in Jianshan were the senior brother Wu Shanhe and his ancestor Xu Ji.

The three uncles in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan have long been dead. In fact, the same principle is the same as the two sword immortals in Jianshan.

However, Xi Chunan could still leave Jianshan according to the secret method, but the two sword immortals could not leave for a moment.

In addition, there are not many swordsmen traveling through mountains and rivers.

Li Fuyao laughed and said, "Why do you have to be entangled with each other when you look for the way?"

Feng Lu rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to answer this question.

The personal path is naturally irrelevant to others. As long as you walk far enough, you can walk. But in fact, when you walk not far enough, you will naturally have other ideas.

In fact, there is no essential difference between up and down the mountain.

Li Fuyao wanted to say something, but he heard a slight snoring sound, and Feng Lu fell asleep again.

Then there was no more words.

Li Fuyao looked out the window and listened to the sound of the snow falling.

One night passed.

The sunlight on the second day always shines in from the window.

Li Fuyao opened his eyes and squinted.

After getting up, Li Fuyao recalled the sword-controlling technique he had obtained at the Jiangdi in his mind.

That is the sword-controlling technique of the sword immortal. Just having such a name is enough to make most swordsmen in the world fascinate.

I don’t know why, since Li Fuyao came down from Jianshan, there has been more than one sword beside him. Other swordsmen can be said to be that although the world is big, I only have one sword.

But judging from Li Fuyao's experience, from the beginning, Qingsi and Xiaoxue were two.

After Xiaoxue gave it to Li Xiaoxue, she walked away with her black hair for a while and then met Jian Shijiu.

The sword nineteenth, Li Fuyao had not yet found his master, so another one came.

The sword box made by Liu Yibai can still put down many swords, but Li Fuyao had always felt a little awkward before. There was a line of small words engraved on the sword box, saying that although the world is big, I only have one sword.

However, the subsequent several wars completely changed Li Fuyao's mind. His swordsmanship was not necessary to refer to anyone, nor did he deliberately avoid anyone. As long as he wanted, he would do anything.

The swordsmanship that suits you the most is the one who knows it, and most people don’t see it in detail.

Sitting quietly in front of the window, Li Fuyao recalled the method and found that the opening sentence was to belittle all the methods in the world that use essence and blood to raise swords.

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.

Have you insisted on using hardships to raise a sword for so many years, or is it a good way to do it?

After a brief sigh of loss, Li Fuyao began to continue thinking about the things that were remembered in his mind. When he was recording it, he did not spend much effort. This was the first time he studied it seriously.

After reading the latter, a sentence in his mind shocked Li Fuyao, "The number of natal swords depends on the number of Lingfu."

Li Fuyao was shocked suddenly. It turned out that there were dozens of natal swords in Wanzi, because there were enough spiritual palaces.

Li Fuyao frowned. Speaking of the natal sword, the blue-wire sword is not yet considered a genital sword. Even if it is warmed to the point where it can become a natal sword in the future, it is just a spiritual palace.
Chapter completed!