"May you have no waves in this life, and I will not be sad and happy for the rest of my life. The secret servant Futu, holding two glasses of fine wine, handed a glass to the door master Yuwen Leopard and said.

The two close friends talked happily and complained to each other.

"Master, I don't know what apprentices should start with, what little things to start with?" asked Fu Huanjing on the side.

"Stinky boy, you should first sort out a book of illusory objects! Your master and I have enough pen and paper, and I will definitely not dislike your ugly handwriting. Anyway, we are two masters and apprentices, and we have a lot of time. Over time, I believe that your handwriting will be neat and beautiful. The Dark Servant Futu drank heartily.

After hearing this, Fu Huanjing made a farewell to the two of them and went to various places in the illusory world to collect information and use it to write the Illusory World Chronicles.

The two people on the wine table, the glasses are staggered, and they don't get drunk and don't return.

"Master of the Meditation Workshop, I heard that your swordsmanship is comparable to our Illusion Realm's strongest Great Elder Murong Bo. I don't know if I have a chance to see it?" Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time, hurriedly entered the door, sat next to the two of them, and asked the secret servant Futu drinking.

"This is a heavenly opportunity, no comment!" the thin old man pretended to be drunk, and replied in a non-compliant manner.

"Sixth Elder, you frog at the bottom of the well, you only know how to sit in the well and watch the sky. Even if you see it, what if Brother Futu's outstanding swordsmanship can still be stolen by you?"

"Master Yuwen, I'm afraid that the two of us will be coaxed and played with by his pair of masters and apprentices who like to deceive. In fact, he secretly served Futu, and he was simply a useless waste. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse slapped the wine table with his right hand, and shook the thin old man several feet away and said.

"Sixth Elder, what do you want to do? This meditation wine shop, it's not your turn to go wild!"

"Sure enough, there is a waste person, farewell!" said the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse, who gently waved the bamboo fan in his hand with his right hand, and disappeared in front of the eyes of the two.

"Brother Futu, is it okay?" the door master, Yuwen Leopard, helped the seriously injured thin old man, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked him.

"It's okay! Thank you, Brother Yuwen, for coming to the rescue just now. The thin old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

Seeing that both of them were a little drunk, in case something bad happened, the two parted ways to each other and left.

"Back then, I secretly served Futu, in that human world. At the age of forty, he opened the gate of heaven with a sword and re-entered the land immortals. Do you want to show off in front of the two of you!" muttered to himself, the secret servant Futu, who was lying on the bed.

The next day, Yuwen Leopard, the owner of the door, carried some elixirs for treating internal injuries with him, and came to the gate of the meditation wine shop alone.

"Brother Futu, these healing pills are a little bit of heart, and I hope you must accept them! I found out that you are much more reasonable than Chen Ping'an, who is a pearl cave sky. It's really admirable, and I feel ashamed of myself!" Yuwen Leopard, the master of the door, entered the winery, handed the healing pill on his waist to the thin old man and said.

"No! Brother Yuwen, it's too famous! This healing elixir, it's not good for my brother to pretend to excuse it, so I'll accept it for the time being! It's just that Brother Yuwen just mentioned the Lizhu Cave Tian Chen Ping'an, but let's talk about reasoning, the recognized ancestor master in this line of work, is at most an anonymous little disciple of him. The Dark Servant Futu stretched out a little thumb of his thin right hand, and when he noticed that something seemed wrong, he put the nail of his thin right thumb against the nail of the little finger and smiled modestly.

"Brother Futu, are you following and raising the bar?" Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder who had taken off his mask, grabbed the right hand of the thin old man's skeleton with his right hand, and asked viciously.

"Sixth Elder, how can it be! It's just that I'm telling the truth! Those shitty deeds of misleading people's children won't be as unscrupulous as some people do. The dark servant Fu Tuyun said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the thin old man frowned, and the sword spirit came out of his body, and the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse, who didn't know the height of the sky, was shocked a hundred meters away, and fell to the ground.

After more than a month, Fu Huanjing's handwriting was really neat, and it was able to enter the eyes of the thin old man.

As for the incomparable sword spirit woman in the body of the Secret Servant Futu, her origin is staggering.

Chang Wansi, a faction of love swords, only accepts women in the human world, and prevents men from entering.

However, when Yan Wansi's love sword was practiced to the ninth level, she urgently needed to forget her feelings and break through the realm, so that she could have a slight chance to enter the realm of swordsmanship.

Chang Wansi has never really picked up a love in the world, so how can she let go of her forgetfulness?

So, Chang Wansi declared to the public that she needed to retreat and practice the tenth level of the love sword, so she disguised herself and went down the mountain to break the love robbery.

One day, the autumn wind rose, and the old man was still waiting for the day when the two would see each other again.

"Li Feng, where did I feel sorry for you, why did you treat me so cruelly?" asked Yan Wansi.

"Wansi, I, Li Fengguan, worship Tinghou, I can't afford you for a long time. Why are you pestering me again and again?" Sword Saint Li Feng asked Jian Hu Xindao.

"The two, in the lower sword god Tiefutu, are reuniting with old friends. I don't know if the two of you can enjoy a thin noodle and move somewhere else?" the sword god Tiefutu persuaded with good words.

"Look for death!" the Sword Saint Li Feng roared angrily.

On the shore of Ziyun Lake, Fu Yurou, the first beauty in the rivers and lakes, is being entangled by her old friend.

"Wait a minute, Sword Saint Hero, before the two of you fight, can you untie the rope for the little girl first?" Fu Yurou asked softly.

In an instant, in the air on the shore of Ziyun Lake, ten thousand swords fell to the earth like rain, entangled around Tiefutu and Li Feng's bodies.

On the shore of Ziyun Lake on the side, Fu Yurou in the center of the lake was gentle and thoughtful, and the two beautiful women were drinking fairy brew and chatting about their respective love journeys.

Due to the sword aura of the Sword Saint and the Sword God, they are too domineering and domineering, and it is possible to accidentally injure the couple's best friend.

Both of them used their internal forces in their left hands to generate a sword qi barrier to protect the Lake Center Pavilion from damage.

Seeing that the lovers of the two were talking and laughing with each other, and talking happily with each other, the two stopped entangled and fought.

Originally, Fu Yurou's joke about Chang Wansi was just a clever plan for her. She has long coveted the love sword life of Chang Wansi, but she is suffering from the fact that she does not have the luck to meet her.

Now that the love sword fate is placed in front of her Fu Yurou's eyes, the heart of seizure is instantly born.

After injuring Chang Wansi with a palm, Fu Yurou took away the love sword and flew away from the Huxin Pavilion.

The sword god couldn't bear to lose his life in the Lake Heart Pavilion, so he included it in the Amazing Divine Sword and turned it into a sword spirit protector.

The sword saint Li Feng was helpless, and decided to hide his name in the deep mountains and old forests, but he was left alive.

In this regard, the beauty is just a good skin, and the sword spirit can protect the body of the sword.