As the middle-aged man was smashed with all his vitality by a sword, the tall Dharma image that was several feet tall was immediately destroyed and disappeared.

The white demon pill rolled to the ground and slowly rolled to Li Fuyao's feet.

Li Fuyao looked at the woman holding a sword in the distance in shock.

The woman had two holes on her body, one on the left and one on the right, and she looked at the bleak scene.

But what's strange is that although there are two holes, there is no blood flowing on the woman's body.

Although Li Fuyao was not injured, the sword was swung out of his hand, and the afterglow of the sword made his internal organs shaking. There were even cracks in the spiritual palace that evolved. It would take a lot of time to repair it again.

In comparison, Li Fuyao is more willing to care about the former for a life and this pain.

The pale-faced Li Fuyao looked at the woman in the distance, moved her lips, and shouted: "Senior..."

The woman could not tell her age, but with such a state, she would definitely have to be much older than herself if she could kill a demon cultivator in the Tower Realm so quickly.

It should be good to call me senior?

But who knew that while Li Fuyao was shouting this sentence, the woman turned her head and looked at Li Fuyao, frowned and sneered: "Believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart!"

Li Fuyao was speechless for a moment, and felt a little confused. He called out, "Senior, what's wrong?" I did nothing wrong. If this woman had not saved his life just now, she would have turned around and left according to Li Fuyao's temper.

But now not only can’t leave, but it can’t leave either.

The woman should be seriously injured. Li Fuyao must at least see if he can take care of her later. He is not a good person, but he naturally has to repay his kindness.

The woman said coldly: "Turn your head."

Li Fuyao realized it and turned his head away in panic.

After a while, the woman landed on the ground and took out her clothes to change. This time it was a moon-white long gown with a small sword embroidered at the collar and a gold thread embroidered on the sleeves, shining brightly in the sun.

The woman has a slender figure, but the scenery on her chest is not magnificent, but that's why she adds a lot of heroism.

After walking a few steps, the woman turned to look at the swords.

His eyes remained on a certain sword, and his eyes were complicated.

She looked at Li Fuyao and said, "How about my sword, compared to the sword intent that was directed towards Qingqiu?"

Li Fuyao turned his head and glanced at the woman's outfit. He was temporarily lost. After returning to his senses, he only smiled bitterly and speechless when he heard the woman ask this question.

How can you answer this? You can kill someone climbing the tower with just one sword at will. You are so miserable that you can kill someone climbing the tower. What is more important, right?

The woman suddenly sneered, "Do you think I'm old?"

Li Fuyao widened his eyes, ignored everything, and said in disbelief: "Senior, do you know what I am thinking?"

The woman was speechless.

Li Fuyao smiled awkwardly, "Senior is climbing the tower. Although he is an extremely powerful swordsman, he has entered the sea towards the sword immortal..."

The woman smiled coldly, not knowing what she thought of.

Li Fuyao didn't know what to say, so he was silent, but he began to look back on the previous battle in his mind, and no other thoughts arose.

Of course, if this is born, it will naturally be seen.

Seeing that the woman was not seriously injured, Li Fuyao stopped worrying. After sitting down, he began to meditate and restored the sword energy of the Lingfu.

The woman glanced at somewhere beside Li Fuyao and frowned and said, "You are not a disciple of Jianshan. That guy Xu Ji is really willing to give you all the sword jade."

Since Li Fuyao started hanging his sword, almost all the cultivators who had seen him draw swords think that he was a disciple of Jianshan. After all, today when the swordsman lineage was withered, if there were swordsmen walking in the world, it would be difficult not to be associated with Jianshan. However, although Li Fuyao is Chen Sheng's apprentice, he would call his ancestor Xu Ji and call him Master Wu Shanhe's senior brother.

The relationship with Jianshan is really close.

But in fact, he is really not a disciple of Jianshan.

Unintentionally, the uncle Xie Lu made him not climb to the top of Jianshan Mountain before dark, so he could not become a disciple of Jianshan. Later, he carried the lantern given by his ancestors and practiced swords at the foot of Jianshan Mountain. In fact, his treatment was better than that of most Jianshan disciples. However, Xu Ji and Xie Lucun had selfish intentions and did not allow him to become a disciple of Jianshan Mountain. Xu Ji had just wanted Li Fuyao to take a good look at the world and practice swords without being burdened by external objects.

The idea of ​​giving Jian Yu in the end was probably not to ask Li Fuyao to help him when he was in trouble in Jianshan in the future. It is more likely that he wanted Li Fuyao to practice swords faster.

In the end, Xu Ji, who was about to die, had really lost all the utilitarianism.

The woman said casually, causing Li Fuyao to open her eyes and feel a little lost.

Jian Yu has always been put on by him, hanging around his waist and never taken out, so it is naturally impossible to be seen by anyone. The woman could know that he had Jian Yu, so she was naturally a person who was extremely familiar with Jianshan.

Could it be the statement of Master Chen Sheng’s senior sister?

But if he was his master's senior sister, Chen Sheng would never say anything.

Li Fu shook his head in a mess and stopped talking.

The woman took two steps, reached out and pulled Li Fuyao to the side, and took out a pot of wine he had placed in the storage magic tool out of thin air and held it in her hand.

This made Li Fuyao stunned again.

What kind of monster is this?!

The woman ignored Li Fuyao's thoughts, just sat on a piece of tree stump, drinking the bland wine that Li Fuyao bought from the old monk at the city gate.

His expression was dull and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or not.

Li Fuyao silently took out a pot of wine and drank it in small sips.

This trip south, he drank a lot more alcohol than before.

While drinking, Li Fuyao spoke carefully, initially expressing gratitude, and finally speaking these gossips.

The woman was drinking on her own without any intention of talking.

Li Fuyao finally talked about those swords, the bright moon in ten miles, and the grass in the tall buildings gradually became green.

In fact, among these swords, only Li Fuyao knew something, Shili and Mingyue. Li Fuyao didn't know anything about the two swords, Gaolou and Cao Jianqing.

The woman suddenly spoke, "I know that sword."

Li Fuyao subconsciously looked at the sword beside the woman.

Which one?

The woman looked nostalgic and said softly: "Wei Chunzhi is gone, who knows that the grass is getting greener?"

The voice was soft, like a woman waiting for her husband to return home talking to others about her husband.

The pride in words and the longing in words are undoubtedly revealed in this sentence.

Li Fuyao looked at the grass gradually green, remembering the serious injuries the woman suffered before.

He picked up the draft Jianqing, handed it to the woman, and whispered: "Senior, do you want to take it away?"

The woman smiled and said, "Wei Chunzhi is gone, what's the point of taking it with me?"

Li Fuyao was speechless, but he roughly guessed that the identity of this woman should be very close to the sword master who was Cao Jianqing. Perhaps even Wei Chunzhi's wife could not be sure.

Li Fuyao took a sip of wine and said softly: "Senior, tell me about Senior Wei?"

The woman raised her head and drank wine, and said calmly: "Do you really want to hear it?"

Li Fuyao nodded.

Most of the stories in the world are old-fashioned and have no new meaning.

But the love in the story is not necessarily the same.

Love, hate, love, love and hatred are too common because everyone has it, it is just that it is special, and it is that everyone has different things.

Just like when Li Fuyao was telling stories in Baiyu Town, the people in the story actually put aside their names and the stories were roughly the same. He was actually unwilling to tell stories like this, but those drinkers like to listen to them and cannot listen to anything else. What can he do?

It’s not that I can only follow my heart.

After all, he needs to live a life of storytelling.

Those stories he made up by himself and found interesting can only be used as a few words to add to the end of a day's storytelling, but not many like them.

That was the first time Li Fuyao felt that the world was not good.

...

...

The woman lowered her head and took the grass gradually green, slowly reached out to hold it, but she just held it. The sword began to tremble slightly, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

It was just the sword energy inside that stunned Li Fuyao.

Obviously, these two sword energy intersected each other.

One of them is very similar to this woman.

The other one is much more fierce.

In addition to the woman's sword energy, another sword energy Li Fuyao always felt familiar.

But for a moment I couldn't remember where I saw it.

That feeling is strange.

Feel this sword energy.

The woman smiled for the first time.

There is nostalgia in the smile.
To be continued...