The girl sitting on the high platform outside the tent was alone and broke her thoughts, and her appearance was a little unusually cute, but all this, the young man who was fighting for life and death in the big tent did not know.

The firewood knife in Li Fuyao's hand is now full of gaps, the clothes on his body are even more torn, and the bun is even a little scattered, it seems that the situation is not very good at the moment, and the scholar in snow-white clothes, now the right hand holding the cyan brush also has a deep wound that can be seen to the bone, and the blood is dripped to the ground along the brush shaft along the arm, dripping on the tip of the pen, making a snapping sound, which is the only sound in this big tent except for the breathing and heartbeat of the two people, which looks a little weird. As for the wound, it was Li Fuyao's knife work before, before the Qinghong transformed by the word Hongyi dissipated, Li Fuyao's knife was accurately cut on the right hand at that time, if it wasn't for the last fear of the power of the Qinghong, that right hand should have been cut off now.

In the short fight in the big tent before, in fact, Li Fuyao, a swordsman who carried a knife without a sword, did not suffer much loss, but just wanted to defeat Zuo Sifan in a short period of time, which is obviously not a simple matter, at least now, Zuo Sifan is not at a disadvantage.

Looking at the panting young man in front of him, he also knew that his current state was not as miserable as he appeared, thinking that he could at least make three or five cuts, each of which could appear in his vital point, Zuo Sifan was really a little bored.

In fact, no matter who it is, as long as he is in the current situation, he will be very annoyed, and may even have some other emotions.

As a scholar who came out of Yanling, the orthodox school palace under Confucianism, although Zuo Sifan said that his realm was not high, no matter what, he could be regarded as a scholar who had seen the world, but now he was targeted by a monk in a small remote country, and he could even die at any time, how could he not be annoyed?

What's more, this young man is still a swordsman who is not waiting to be seen by the three sects of mountains and rivers.

Zuo Sifan changed the cyan brush in his hand to his left hand, and was thinking about what to write down to deal with it, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind rising, blowing the big tent swaying from side to side, the young man with the firewood knife didn't know when he actually came to him, calmly looked at Zuo Sifan, who basically couldn't write anything in his right hand, and was silent for a moment, Li Fuyao shot it out.

This knife is indeed a shot.

The knife came very slowly, and Zuo Sifan would not sit still if he thought about it, believing that he would be able to dodge it soon, but at the moment when he raised his breath, the young man opposite said mockingly: "Mr. Zuo, do you know what the word gentleman means?"

The word gentleman made Zuo Sifan's figure pause, that is, a meal, and the qi that he had just mentioned in the Lingfu suddenly dissipated, and between the lightning and flint, his chest did not escape that beat.

So the slap landed firmly on his chest, so he flew straight upside down, and spat out a mouthful of blood in the air.

Li Fuyao didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but after watching Zuo Sifan fall to the ground, he slowly went to the table over there and picked up the book, and then asked with a smile: "Mr. Zuo, there is no explanation of the word gentleman in the sage book?"

Murder and heartbreaking!

After falling to the ground, Zuo Sifan, who did not get up and stand up immediately, turned pale, his lips trembled, and after sitting up straight, Zuo Sifan glanced at the cyan brush in his hand, endured the severe pain in the Lingfu, and remembered that when he walked into the school palace before, the first lesson of the master of the school palace was to talk about the righteousness of a gentleman, and he was determined to be a real gentleman for so many years, and even his own magic weapon, the cyan brush was named after the word gentleman by him, but if you think about it carefully, where can you be regarded as a real gentleman after what you have done over the years, when you accept the worship in Yanling, you boast that you are different from other monks, and you are alone on weekdays, and you disdain to associate with the rest of the people, but in fact, since he left the school palace, he was no longer a gentleman when he came to Yanling, not to mention that he still came to the Luosang River with the army of the Chen State, and he actually wanted to help Yanling destroy the Zhou State.

Bullying the weak, acting like this, where should a gentleman be?

Looking up at Li Fuyao, Zuo Sifan said dejectedly: "I didn't expect that you are so young and your eyes are already so vicious, compared to you, Zuo's years of cultivation are not worth mentioning." ”

Zuo Sifan said everything, but Li Fuyao already knew that the meaning of this was simple, that is, he saw that he had a demonic obstacle in his heart, and used the word gentleman to disturb his mind.

Li Fuyao put away his knife and stood up, and explained calmly: "Mr. Zuo is a great talent in the Yanling Academy, and he has set foot on that road for more than ten years before me, if you don't use some means, it will be difficult to defeat Mr. Zuo." ”

Zuo Sifan laughed at himself: "Go slower, it's normal to be overtaken by you juniors, but you are so mentally minded, you should not be a teenager in a small remote country, if you were born in Luoyang City, maybe now you and I can call each other brothers." ”

"Luoyang City is a lot of children under Yanling every year, but how can I not pick out any talented people, but the good seedlings that the masters of the palace occasionally encounter when they travel through the mountains and rivers can be regarded as materials that can be made, Liangxi has a natural Taoist species, the talent is really strong, and has faintly become the first person of the young generation in the mountains and rivers, but Yanling, although there are a few talented people, but where can it be compared to that Taoist species, you are so old, it is a pity to practice swords, it is better to switch to Yanling, and you can go further on that road in the future。 ”

Li Fuyao really didn't expect that this scholar was not worried about his own life until now, but still wanted to persuade him to go to the Yanling School Palace.

Li Fuyao didn't speak, shook his head, and refused.

At this moment, the young man with the knife raised the firewood knife and asked softly, "Sir, the last word is finished?"

As far as Li Fuyao could see, it was Zuo Sifan's left hand hidden behind him, and the cyan brush wrote the last word on the uneven ground, and when he stopped writing, it was just when Li Fuyao opened his mouth.

Li Fuyao didn't want to let Zuo Sifan finish writing that word, but he did need some time to regulate the qi in the Lingfu, so that the qi could run into the meridians after that.

So there was the last word written by Zuo Sifan.

Reason.

Zuo Sifan had written a ritual character before, and now he has written another word of reason. Although the two words are pronounced in the same way, the content is very different.

Etiquette is etiquette.

Reason is the truth.

After the word was formed on the ground, it soon turned into a green rainbow like the previous words, and swept straight towards Li Fuyao, for the means of Confucian monks, although Li Fuyao said that it was not the first time to see it, but he still felt a little strange, before Yan Yu could drive countless green silk, and the words written by this pen could be turned into a green rainbow, although it seemed that Yan Yu's power was greater, but the word in front of him was obviously not something that Li Fuyao could easily deal with.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath, the qi in the spirit mansion was like a big river, gushing out, the whole person seemed to give birth to infinite strength, slashing at the green rainbow, Zuo Sifan didn't want to die, Li Fuyao naturally didn't want to.

Two people who don't want to die naturally want each other to die.

Qinghong and the firewood knife intersected, with a muffled snort, the firewood knife collapsed again, Li Fuyao did not retreat but advanced, pouring out all the qi of the Lingfu, and the firewood knife pushed forward more than an inch, that is, this more than an inch, so that the crack of the Qinghong stretched out like a spider web.

They were soon separated by a firewood knife.

The two severed green rainbows slammed into Li Fuyao's chest, causing the latter's body to shake, and then the young man with the firewood knife spat out two mouthfuls of blood.

The rainbow then dissipated.

Zuo Sifan, who was sitting on the ground, turned pale, and black blood began to flow out of his ears, nose and eyes, looking very miserable.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a lot of black blood spit out from his mouth, making him speechless, Li Fuyao swallowed the blood in his throat and said softly: "I think you couldn't write the last word, so after writing it, not only did it not achieve the expected effect, but it made yourself like this." ”

Zuo Sifan looked up at Li Fuyao, his eyes were no longer as indifferent and calm as before, but full of fear.

Li Fuyao put the firewood knife full of gaps on Zuo Sifan's neck, and thought carefully for a long time about what to say, but in the end he didn't say anything, and wiped the firewood knife over Zuo Sifan's neck.

The latter clutched his neck in horror, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out of his neck, and soon collapsed, out of breath, and completely cut off his life.

Li Fuyao glanced at the cyan brush, put the firewood knife behind him again, blew out the oil lamp by the way, and then walked out of the big tent.

The bright moon on the horizon hung high in the sky, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the world, and in the open space outside the big tent, there was a group of Chen Guo's soldiers who had just experienced the Zhou people's attack on the camp, but now they were all just standing in place and looking up at the girl sitting on the high platform, so that almost no one noticed the arrival of Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao felt that this scene was really a bit absurd, Qinghuai was a monk, but a monk from the Qingsi Realm could really kill these hundreds of thousands of troops?

The answer is not known for the time being, as this did not happen.

Li Fuyao, who looked extremely miserable, came to the open space and shouted to the girl sitting on the high platform, "He's dead." ”

Qinghuai glanced at him, jumped down from the high platform, and quipped: "Li Fuyao, you really came out, I am ready for you to die inside, and I still think that the next time I meet your master, I will run away." ”

Li Fuyao ignored this sentence and just asked, "What about these people?"

Qinghuai turned around and smiled: "Do you want to kill it?"

This sentence did not deliberately lower his voice, as soon as he said it, the faces of the surrounding soldiers turned a little pale, for this girl who killed more than a dozen monks sent by the Yanling Dynasty at every turn, they really couldn't afford to resist at all.

Li Fuyao smiled and turned to leave.

It was only at this time that Qinghuai discovered that this guy had blood flowing from his sleeve to his palm, and then dripping to the ground.

Qinghuai didn't turn his head, I don't know why, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

That feeling was really indescribable in words, but she quickly attributed it to the guilt that she was too anxious to cause Li Fuyao to feel like he is now.

Feeling the wound in his chest, and feeling the blood flowing out of his body, Li Fuyao walked forward with difficulty, ignoring anything else.

This young man with a firewood knife on his back is very much like a swordsman who was prosperous in the mountains and rivers in those years.

He was indeed a swordsman.