In that attic, the two people who had been paying attention to the teahouse had different expressions.

The withered old man frowned, "Why didn't you come out with a sword?"

In his opinion, if a swordsman met a demon cultivator, no matter what, he would kill with a sword, but after such a long time, there was not a trace of sword qi coming out of the teahouse, it was abnormal.

The white-robed man stood with his hands in his hands, remembering the scene when he met him for the first time, and said calmly: "He is different from other swordsmen. ”

The withered old man looked at the white-robed man, and when he heard this, he wondered, "Have you seen him? ”

The white-robed man smiled, "You should know the difference between him." ”

The old man was confused, he had only known the man in the white robe for a few months, and he felt that he was really not a mortal, he had practiced swords for more than a hundred years, and the old man's kendo cultivation and understanding of the way of the sword had been extremely profound, but in front of this person, it seemed a little ridiculous.

Before, the old man was a little puzzled, but then he thought that after the death of some monks, in the next life, because of chance, he could recover his previous memory, although the realm is no longer there, but he has experience and knowledge, so he will be so powerful.

After a few months of traveling together, he vaguely felt that his kendo had improved a little.

It's just that the sword is really useful to him, otherwise he wouldn't have fought with him.

"Xu Lin once made a sword for him, and that sword killed a morning and twilight realm like you, and another sword seriously injured Lin Hongzhu, he is naturally different from ordinary swordsmen. ”

Although the old man did not enter the Sword Mountain, and there was no famous teacher for sword practice, he still knew the name of the old ancestor of the Sword Mountain, Xu Lone, he knew that the old ancestor was a swordsman of the same era as Chao Qingqiu, and he did not say that he was not powerful because of a sword, but he did not say that he was not powerful without a chance to Canghai, and in those years, he was always considered to be the first swordsman of mountains and rivers in addition to Chao Qingqiu.

It's just that Xu Lone, who has climbed to the peak of the tower realm, has been sitting in Jianshan all these years, and he has never heard of the news of walking in the world.

The previous sword came out, and after it was circulated, it naturally attracted attention.

Not many people know the reason for the sword.

The old man has been in retreat all year round to learn the sword, so naturally he doesn't know.

But the man in the white robe knows that he has traveled a lot of places, and naturally knows things that many people don't know.

More importantly, he was a swordsman.

Although there is no sword.

He wanted to have a sword, but he was not satisfied with many of them, but he only liked the nineteen.

The old man reminded: "The difference you said shouldn't be what Xu Lin did to him. ”

The white-robed man said angrily: "I've only seen him once, how do I know, I want to know, look at it myself, but there is one thing, if you pull down your face and attack me, I will be able to kill you one day." ”

If someone else, especially a monk whose realm is not as good as him, said this to him, he might have killed him on the spot, but this one in front of him,

Let the withered old man never dare to act easily.

Obviously, the realm is better than him.

This strange thought has been in his head these days.

The white-robed man smiled, "Okay, it's almost, let's go take a look." ”

The old man thought about it, that sword was indeed not to be missed, he didn't take action in person before, but he didn't want to show his face in front of those little guys again, and now he can't care much about that sword.

The two of them went down the mountain one after the other, and they were going to the teahouse.

......

......

In the tea house, the woman in the red dress wanted to leave, but was stretched out by Li Fuyao

The hand stopped.

Li Fuyao looked at the sword and asked, "For this sword?"

This question was not asked to anyone, but the woman in the red dress knew that she was actually asking her.

Liu Ning and Ye Zhou didn't know much about this young man's ability, but she knew that she opened her mouth and wanted to say two words, but she was stunned again just as she was about to say it, if she told a lie, what would be the consequences?

Gritting her teeth, the woman in the red dress said: "This sword is called Nineteen, it is the treasure of the town faction of the Beihai Sword Shrine, there is an immortal master who wants the little demon to bring it out, and the little demon is also helpless, and I hope that the immortal master will be clear." ”

This sentence actually contains three messages, the person who asked her to take the sword is a mountain monk, she is not a person, and the young man opposite is also a mountain monk.

Liu Ning is not stupid, and Ye Zhou is not stupid.

The two of them looked at Li Fuyao at the same time.

The senior Ye Zhou had seen was a swordsman on the mountain, and when he saw this young man who was also a swordsman, Ye Zhou was a little happy, thinking that if he couldn't take this sword, he could follow this young man.

Liu Ning has a complicated expression, if this young man is a monk on the mountain, then if he also takes a fancy to this sword, he is afraid that he will not take it away.

Soon he figured out that if Li Fuyao wanted it, he would give it to him, and his life would always come first.

It's just that when he was thinking like this, Liu Ning leaned towards Li Fuyao without a trace, it turned out that the senior sister was a demon.

Li Fuyao looked at the nineteen, thought for a while, and finally said, "Since it is someone else's treasure of the town faction, let's return it." ”

Li Fuyao didn't have any idea about that nineteen, whether it was a good sword or not, it was not attractive to him, and he didn't have a sword, he came in to stay for so long, just to see if the woman in the red dress was going to commit murder.

She didn't kill anyone, and Li Fuyao wouldn't have beheaded her with a sword like other monks did.

It's good to return it to its rightful owner.

Li Fuyao suddenly asked, "Where is the Beihai Sword Shrine?"

The woman in the red dress replied cautiously: "Three hundred miles north, on the Ganhe Mountain." ”

"I'm fine, who's going with me with the sword?"

When the woman in the red dress heard this, she had already given up on the last trace of luck, she looked at Liu Ning, and hurriedly said: "He is a disciple of the Beihai Sword Shrine, let him take it back, Immortal Master." ”

Li Fuyao looked at Liu Ning and was about to speak.

The door was pushed open again.

The people who walked in this time were two people.

One was an old man with a withered face, and the other was a white-robed man with a flat expression, he and Liu Ning were both wearing white robes, but standing in place, they took away all the brilliance of Liu Ning.

Seeing this withered old man, the woman in the red dress was both happy and disappointed.

Because he was the one who asked her to bring the sword back, but now that he has done it himself, I don't know if I can still give her the good things I said.

When Li Fuyao saw the white-robed man, his face was incredulous.

The white-robed man smiled and said, "Long time no see." ”

Li Fuyao stammered a little, "Okay...... Long time no see. ”

Ye Zhou stood not far away and shouted senior.

He just wanted to bring this sword for the white-robed man.

The old man didn't look at Li Fuyao, just waved his hand, and then moved the sword into his hand, he looked at Liu Ning indifferently, "Go back and tell them that I took the sword away." ”

Liu Ning just wanted to say something, but after taking a closer look at the withered old man's face, he was suddenly stunned, and then knelt down, "Disciple Liu."

Ning, meet the patriarch!"

It has been a hundred years since the establishment of the Beihai Sword Shrine, and it sits firmly in the position of the first major sword sect in the rivers and lakes of Beihai, everyone knows that the founding patriarch of the Beihai Sword Shrine has disappeared many years ago, leaving only the sword nineteen, and countless sword shrine disciples think that their ancestor has passed away, and the portrait of the ancestor has been hanging in the door for more than 100 years.

Liu Ning never thought that he would see his ancestor again one day.

It turns out that the statement circulating in the door is not false.

The patriarch did not pass away, but went from the rivers and lakes to the mountains.

The withered old man ignored him, and just looked at the nineteen in his hand, but when he held the nineteen, he could not pull out the sheath.

Meng Jin, who was lying behind the counter, looked at the three swordsmen in this teahouse, and felt more and more inexplicable.

There are a lot of swordsmen these days.

He remembered one thing, and it was about the withered old man.

Many years ago, after he accepted this tea house, when he had nothing to do, he traveled far away at night, and saw a fool holding a sword scripture in the sword, he said that he couldn't stand it on time, so he reminded him a few words.

Tsk, it's really stupid, it's been so long, and it's only in the twilight.

He looked at the white-robed man again, feeling a little familiar, but he couldn't tell how familiar it was.

The matter is not over yet, because of this sword, the withered old man cannot pull out the sheath.

The white-robed man already knew that this sword was psychic and not mortal, so he refused to recognize it, but even if you were its former owner, now it feels that you and it are not on the same path, even if you have become a sword immortal, you will not let it be willingly held by you.

The white-robed man stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "I said it earlier, it prefers to be in my hands." ”

The old man handed over the sword with a blank face, and since he didn't want to pick it up, he no longer clinged to it.

The white-robed man took the sword and tried it hard, but it didn't work.

The white-robed man looked a little embarrassed, he looked at Ye Zhou, "Have you pulled out the sheath?"

Ye Zhou shook his head, "Not really." ”

Then the white-robed man looked at Liu Ning.

Liu Ning didn't have the idea of going to Sword Mountain now, he just thought about how to get the ancestor to take him to practice swords.

This sword was placed in the Beihai Sword Shrine, and no one had pulled out the sheath over the years, and Liu Ning had also tried, but he couldn't do it.

The white-robed man looked around and handed the sword to Li Fuyao, "You try." ”

Li Fuyao was questioning, watched the sword handed in front of him, thought about it, and reached out to hold the sword.

Boom!

The sword is unsheathed.

The sound of swords was endless.

The white-robed man smiled at the withered old man, "I said it earlier, this guy is different. ”

The old man looked a little strange, and then he walked out of the teahouse with a blank face.

The white-robed man found a place to sit down, looking at the remaining three people with a flat expression.

The woman in the red dress was the first to leave.

Liu Ning went to chase the withered old man.

The rest of Ye Zhou stood in place, looking at the white-robed man.

Meng Jin's untimely voice sounded, "Wuwen one." ”

Ye Zhou hurriedly went to pay the money.

Li Fuyao and the white-robed man sat opposite each other, and soon remembered what he said after the first meeting, after he took his name, at that time on the mountain road of Menchen Mountain, he said to Li Fuyao, "Hello, my name is Chaofengchen." ”

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