Li Yanhui's bronze sword is very powerful, which makes Li Fuyao difficult to deal with.

I don’t know what the Taoist sect’s method of killing the three corpses has, but the most simple and direct effect is that Li Yanhui’s cultivation has soared compared to before, and I don’t know how powerful the energy in the Ling Mansion is than before.

In this state, Li Yanhui can no longer simply look at him in the Taiqing realm.

When a Confucian monk starts to kill people by using the method of a casual cultivator, this is an extremely absurd thing, but behind the absurdity, it often means many other things.

Killing intent spreads everywhere on the city wall.

This is spring, the wind blowing is a bit comfortable, but it will be a little cold at night.

But both of them are monks, so they probably can't feel these things.

But what if there is something else in the wind?

Whether it is sword energy or sword energy.

It can make the wind in this spring night have something else to do.

Sword energy is the most troublesome thing in this world. Of course, this sentence has to be added with the four words Chao Qingqiu, so there is no logical mistake.

Li Yanhui had a robe of unknown quality on his body, which failed to pierce Li Fuyao's sword. It was a good robe, but this did not mean that he could not feel the sword energy that was filled with heaven and earth.

That sharpness was revealed.

From time to time, the hair was cut by the sword energy and then fell down.

Li Yan returned to the bronze blade in his hand and made a huge ray of light. There were some strange runes on it, and he couldn't see what it was.

But it can be vaguely seen that they are runes on the Taoist talismans.

In that case, is this sword also a Taoist magic weapon?

But the Taoist method is reflected in a Confucian monk one after another. What is this situation?

It's a bit weird.

Li Fuyao slid his sword in his chest, took a breath, and then said, "You are not a Confucian monk."

Even though Li Yan had said something that makes sense like all things, Li Fuyao now thinks seriously that he will definitely not be a Confucian monk, because without Confucian monks, he will have so many magical powers.

He even looked at the robe he was wearing and felt it looked like a Taoist robe.

It is not necessary to guess this thing, and after you determine it yourself, it will be difficult for others to change their minds.

But Li Yanhui admitted it calmly.

Perhaps because I know that today is either he or Li Fuyao dies, one of the two of them will die here, so it is not a secret to tell these secrets.

So he stood there and started telling a story.

Although Li Fuyao didn't want to listen to the story in the middle of the night, it seemed that nothing big happened when he thought about it, so he listened patiently.

The story is not very tortuous. It just says that there is a child who was led into the Taoist sect and taught many Taoist rituals and even gave a lot of good things. One day, he was taken to Chenxie Mountain by his master and met the master who was on the mountain who was only climbing the sky tower and turning the road.

The main master of the temple is Liang Yi, the most famous monk under the clouds.

He is also the most authoritative person in the whole world.

Therefore, being able to see the master of the mind is the glory of most monks.

The master of the temple naturally would not say anything to a little Taoist priest. He just glanced at him and said it was good, and he was taken down Chenxie Mountain. Then two years later, Li Yan returned to the gate of a certain academy in Yanling. He became a scholar with good qualifications.

When you enter the academy naturally, what you do in the future is to practice and inquire about news.

Confucianism and Taoism have never been allies, they are competitors.

They all want to be the only masters in the mountains and rivers.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, nor three tigers.

So Buddhism was driven out back then.

It is said that Buddhism voluntarily went to the Buddha Land of the West, but in fact it was driven out.

Without the big fist of Taoism and Confucianism, they would naturally have to be driven out.

There are countless monks like Li Yanhui who were inserted into Confucianism by Taoism.

Of course, there will be no few monks who have been inserted into Taoism in Confucianism.

This is a game between the two Taoist dynasties.

Although it seems a little disgusting.

Li Yanhui was silent for a long time, and then said, "My name is Yanhui, and I want to go back to that place one day."

The geese come from the north to the south in autumn and winter, and return to the north every spring.

However, it has been more than 20 years since Li Yan returned to Yanling, but he has never had the chance to return to Liangxi.

It's like a wild goose that cannot be returned to the north.

So he was in pain.

I think it's not just him who is suffering so much.

There are many people in this world doing many things, and not everyone is doing what they like.

So not everyone lives happily in this world.

Li Fuyao said: "Since it's painful, why don't you choose to end it."

The definition of ending is really broad. Perhaps it is to end life in Yanling, or perhaps it is to end life.

Li Yan looked back at him with a smile, "We all have the responsibility to do something we don't want to do but have to do."

Li Fuyao did not agree with this statement very much, and he said: "What you do is not just."

Li Yan replied: "Will the swordsman lineage do this if he wants to recreate the glorious period of six thousand years? Maybe I would like to say something differently. If this can bring the swordsman back to the glorious period of six thousand years, will you choose to do this?"

We always hear someone say that they can give up what they say.

So what can the swordsmen give up in order to recreate their past glory?

Li Fuyao thought about it carefully.

I haven't spoken for a long time, and the spring breeze blew by his side, lifting up his hair.

Then he suddenly laughed, "No, because our swords are straight."

When I was on Sword Mountain, my ancestor Xu Ji and three uncles all talked about swords with him.

The swords in their hearts are different, but in the end, it is still a saying that our swords are straight.

Go straight, won't bend.

Even if he did something to Qingqiu, he couldn't say that his sword was not straight.

This is the swordsman.

Because the sword is straight, it is so strong.

Perhaps it is because of this strong that the sword must be straight?

No one can explain this clearly, but Li Fuyao is clearer and does what he does not do.

It’s like the story Chen Sheng told before. Will that part of the innocent people be sacrificed just because of saving more people?

Li Fuyao felt it was unreasonable.

Thinking of this, he laughed happily.

The monks have an epiphany.

When you have sudden enlightenment, you will always easily break the realm and your cultivation will be higher.

But it is a bit difficult for swordsmen. Even if there are geniuses like Wei Chunzhi who enter the morning and evening, and they will become spring and autumn in the evening.

But after all, in a few.

Li Fuyao definitely doesn't belong to such a person.

Even if he leaves faster than ordinary people, it is because of opportunities.

There are many people helping him.

Perhaps it was because there were many hands pushing him behind him.

Those hands are more powerful, so they let him walk faster.

But pushing a pool of mud is impossible to make mud go faster.

Sometimes enlightenment is not reflected in making the state more profound, but there are some other meanings. No matter what, it is very interesting.

Li Yanhui felt that Li Fuyao's mood was much calmer, and then felt that the sword energy became more sharp, so she frowned. After a moment, she said helplessly: "You are really not an ordinary person. You can calm down in just a few words. If you survive today, it will be of great benefit to the realm."

Li Fuyao said with a smile: "Thank you."

Although they are rivals and want to divide the two sides of life and death, it does not mean that they cannot speak well like this.

Li Fuyao rubbed his wrists, and the green light was made on the blue silk sword. He looked at Li Yan seriously and said, "Please."

Li Yanhui didn't rush to take action, but just said, "If I die, take the knife back to Liangxi. Anyway, you will go everywhere. Anyway, one day you pass by Liangxi, and you will throw it somewhere."
To be continued...