In the night sky, a lightning bolt "clicked" and broke the silence.

Long Yi's eyes blinked slightly, his right hand hanging in the air tightened suddenly, and a sparkling sword qi cut off ten thousand rain threads and flew out.

Although the demon warrior remained silent, he was staring at the blue-shirted swordsman in front of him all the time. Under his feet, the bluestone slab trembled slightly, and he knew that his opponent had already exerted his strength.

Although this sword was just a false move, however, the demon warrior still reacted, and he quickly twisted the giant axe in his hand to contain the rain...... Again, Long Yi's authentic sword qi was slapped on the bluestone slab by the waterfall that poured out violently from the giant axe, and on the giant axe, the residual rain broke out.

Long Yi ignored the murderous axe and the formidable droplets, he didn't hesitate for a moment, and the second sword qi had already condensed in his hand...... A white light wrapped in the sharpness of the sword blade flew out again!

Something out of nothing, something out of nothing.

Long Yi turned into seven ...... with one sword

It turned out that the sword had seven wings! I saw four blades accompanied by sparkling waves, bypassing the invisible protective body around the demon warrior, and then, calmly hovering around his head, "Boom-boom-", and stabbed at the four fatal parts of the demon body.

The other three blades are traced back to save Long Yi himself, one saves Shaoyi, and one saves Gugu......

Seeing the demon warrior fall at his feet, Long Yi breathed a sigh of relief almost imperceptibly.

He had just gambled and won! He had a chance to start being afraid.

......

Shaoyi recalled the scene on Suzaku Street last night, and every detail and sequence of steps went through his mind several times. Still, Shaoyi didn't find the answer he wanted to find, let alone figure it out, that is: Where did Long Yi's sword go?

Shaoyi remembered that at that time, the two forbidden soldiers who followed him were busy checking the corpses of the dead demon warriors, so several people tacitly disappeared and dispersed.

The green shirt was fluttering, the sand gulls in the sky and the earth, and Long Yi said without replying: "In the lower Long Yi, the dragon of the dragon king, the Yi of Hou Yi." Then he disappeared into Suzaku Street.

Approaching noon, Shao Yi sat on the threshold and looked at the clear blue sky in a daze, and for a whole morning, he did not say a word.

Goo is busy with housework, and it is commonplace to ignore the otaku problem of "complicated feelings" and stuffy heads from time to time.

Shaoyi remembered one thing again: Why didn't Cui Tianqi show up overnight?!

No, a bowl of tea woke him up.

"Goo, since you have thought about it properly and declined the second princess's 'invitation', you should have 'cleared' it in your heart. Why, you, who have always been decisive, are worried at this moment?" Shaoyi turned his head one by one, and saw that Gugu was frowning slightly at the withered hawthorn flower in the courtyard, and couldn't help but tell the truth.

Instead of answering his question, Goo asked, "Then what are you thinking about after being in a daze for a long time?"

"I'm wondering whether he's doing Tsing Yi Kung Fu or Sword Kung Fu......" Shao Yi replied truthfully, referring to Long Yi.

"It's not the first time you've met him, haven't you ever paid attention to his green shirt?" Gu Gu saw that Shaoyi was still in a daze, so he reminded him.

Shaoyi was still at a loss.

Gugu pointed to the small wooden box on his waist, the small wooden box has always contained all kinds of treasures of Gugu, what cherished grass seeds, spice wine koji, needles and threads, turtle back pictures...... It also includes hiding Steppenwolf's white shrunken bones in it.

Shaoyi suddenly realized that in addition to fighting, Long Yi's green shirt also had the same storage function as the small wooden box in Gugu.

Since the demon warrior who sneaked to Dazhou that night was wiped out by an unknown righteous man on Qinglong Street, the clouds at this time have become extremely peaceful, and the people in the teahouse look more relaxed than before.

Shaoyi and Gugu always felt that Long Yi would come to see them, and they might come to the courtyard unawares, but this conjecture always stayed in conjecture.

Shaoyi did not go to the Qiu Kee Noodle Shop again, however, his daily time at home did not increase because of this.

......

"Why are you here again, how many times have I said it, I'm just a sweeper, go and go! Apprentice, you go to the master of the guest hall first......" The old monk threw down the bamboo broom in his hand, put his hands behind his back, and entered his low squatter room alone, so that Shaoyi had a closed door again.

This is the fourth time that Shaoyi has come to Jianfu Temple to see the old monk who sweeps the floor.

Unlike the previous three times, this time, the old monk did not pick up the bamboo broom in his hand again and drove him away directly.

Seeing that the old monk didn't move after entering, Shaoyi went to pick up the bamboo broom by himself, and as a result, Shaoyi found that this seemingly ordinary bamboo broom was actually heavier than the weight of Chiyan and Shaokang combined.

He tightened his belt, rolled up his sleeves, and tied the chassis steadily, and then he barely picked up the bamboo broom.

After knowing the "weight" of the broom, Shaoyi gritted his teeth, held his breath, and swept towards the sand grains on the slate with all his strength.

The sand has not moved a bit......

Due to the excessive force, one less person was dragged by the heavy bamboo broom and fell heavily on the stone slab.

If it doesn't work once, come again.

In this way, after several round-trips, my wrists, elbows, and knees were already dripping with blood......

Leaning on the heavy bamboo broom, he gasped for breath and could only hear the sound of snoring coming from inside the house.

For the first time, Shaoyi saw a monk sleeping in the daytime, and he said in his heart, he was really not diligent, no wonder he was "just a sweeper".

The sun at noon in late spring in the clouds was already a little hot, and it became more and more difficult to control the slippery broom handle with the hand holding the broom, and one by one the dry mouths and sweaty ones fell to the ground, lazy in place.

The ground was warmed by the sun, and lying on it was so comfortable, that I fell asleep unconsciously.

"Whoa-" A few drops of cold water landed on Shaoyi's face unexpectedly, and Shaoyi sat up in a daze.

Above his head, the bamboo broom in the old monk's hand hung in the air, and a few crystal droplets of water hung on the sparse bamboo.

"When you don't stop, you don't practice. The old monk said to Shaoyi.

"I hope Master will lead you through the door. "Shaoyi seems to be talking nonsense in a dream, but what he says is so reliable, so fake.

"You also want to practice the old man's Thousand Sweeping Skills?!...... the old monk smiled, it seemed that Shaoyi's qualifications were all passed in his eyes, and when Shaoyi heard it, he lowered his head sadly.

"But...... Baby, you have a little wisdom roots, and you have a rare tenacity," the old monk's words inspired Shaoyi hope again, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the old monk earnestly.

"Look at your persistence, old man...... Just break the rules and give you some tips. The old monk looked at Shaoyi, whose eyes were shining, and put away the bamboo broom in mid-air.

Shaoyi was overjoyed, he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, and said, "Master, please accept the apprentices to worship one by one!"