For many times after becoming a swordsman in the past, Li Fuyao always thought about a question, that is, what should the swordsman in this mountain and river look like, could it be that all of them are like Chen Sheng? So even if Li Fuyao has begun to practice swords, he still doesn't know what this swordsman should look like, but later, he is no longer distressed, because he wants to go to Sword Mountain, to go to the holy land of swordsmen, there will be many swordsmen, and naturally he can find the answer.

Li Fuyao knew that there were many monks in this mountain and river, and the red-clothed female ghost he met before was not counted, but Yang Weiyi after that was indeed one, but for the scholar of Hengyang Academy, Qinghuai once said nonchalantly that such a monk could be weighed under Li Fuyao's sword.

This is the first time that Li Fuyao has fought with a monk in the real sense, this scholar named Zuo Sifan once studied in Yanling Academy, and even has a magic weapon, no matter how you look at it, it is not comparable to the previous ones.

After the cyan brush returned to Zuo Sifan's hand, the reader was not in a hurry to make a move, but returned to the table and flipped through the book on the table that had been opened before.

Li Fuyao looked at this picture seriously, the oil lamp on the table was the only thing that could illuminate this big tent, and the scholar was also the only monk who could take his own life, and he was silent for a long time, and Li Fuyao moved before Zuo Sifan's hand was withdrawn.

Zuo Sifan didn't know if he made such a move on purpose, but in Li Fuyao's opinion, since he made such a move that seemed to reveal flaws, it was enough. Tightening the firewood knife in his hand, Li Fuyao rushed forward with all his strength, the firewood knife was like a line, from Li Fuyao's hand to the top of Zuo Sifan's head is the end.

Zuo Sifan turned his head and saw such a scene, he was a little distracted, especially when he looked at Li Fuyao's eyes, he was a little inexplicably sighed, in the eyes of the young man opposite, there was a look he had back then, perseverance and self-confidence, not bad at all, after so many years, Zuo Sifan walked into the Yanling School Palace from a genius scholar with countless praises, and then saw with his own eyes how those real geniuses crushed him in the school palace, he studied in the school palace for twenty years, but he has not even crossed the self-examination, and the waste of time is not the most unacceptable for Zuo Sifan, The most unacceptable thing for him is not to watch the talented senior of the school palace be squeezed out by the school palace back then, and finally leave resolutely and travel through the mountains and rivers, the most unacceptable thing is that he didn't say a word for the senior back then, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Zuo Sifan's realm has stagnated over the years, who knows if it was not affected by that incident?

sighed slightly, but Zuo Sifan still held the cyan brush.

Before Li Fuyao's knife came, he wrote a salute in front of him.

The Confucian saint cultivates to the sky, and can even shake off the evil of the mountains and rivers when he writes a splendid article, and the ink treasure is even more demonic and evil, and he Zuo Sifan said that although the cultivation is low, but there is no Confucian saint's spirit, but when he entered the palace to study, he heard that the third saint of Confucianism was an ordinary scholar back then, but the article was written very well, and even the Yanling Emperor of the year called the sage's article "Shake the five mountains with a hearty pen, and Wencheng laughs at the mountains and rivers" After that saint embarked on the road of cultivation, he did not encounter the slightest setback, step by step, although he did not go fast, but after hundreds of years, he still became the third saint of Confucianism, and now the wooden statue of this saint is still ranked third in the ceremonial hall of the school palace, and even in other places in Yanling, many academies and schools have erected the wooden statue of this saint.

The four saints of Confucianism, the order of the wooden statues has never been arranged by the level of cultivation, but by the length of the sanctification time, as for those Confucian sages who have been sanctified, after the death of the Tao, the wooden statue will also withdraw from the ceremonial hall of the Yanling School Palace, and the current ceremonial hall is just the wooden statue of the four saints.

Zuo Sifan admired this saint very much, so when he saw that the saint was holding a pen when choosing a magic weapon, he also chose a cyan brush.

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After the word was written, it soon turned into a green rainbow and shot at Li Fuyao, Li Fuyao slashed at this green rainbow horizontally, and the two intersected, and the sound of gold and stone colliding broke out.

Li Fuyao felt a sharp pain in his wrist, but his body did not take half a step back, Li Fuyao twisted his waist, and suddenly slashed at the Qinghong that was walking beside him.

The qi in the spirit mansion all gushed out, and the white mangs on the firewood knife rose sharply, and there was even a bit of a sharp meaning.

This time, the green rainbow was fiercely split by him and quickly dissipated.

Zuo Sifan just sighed slightly, "No wonder the mountains and rivers don't treat you swordsmen very well." ”

Before the words fell, this time Zuo Sifan wrote two words on his side, which were the word gentleman.

This time, these two words did not immediately turn into a green rainbow, but did not disperse for a long time, Zuo Sifan lost his mind slightly, and he was a little depressed.

After a while, he laughed at himself: "If you lose your heart, how can you talk about a gentleman." ”

Immediately, the scholar waved his hand, waved the two words away, and then wrote them again.

This time, those two words are Hongyi.

These two words are also from a sentence in the article of the Confucian sage, "A scholar cannot fail to Hongyi, and there is a long way to go." ”

It's just that before these two words turned into Qinghong, Li Fuyao took a step forward and came to the abbot in front of Zuo Sifan, Li Fuyao didn't care about the changes that would occur after these two words, and stabbed them out with a knife.

No monk would have thought of being so close to a swordsman, so in the next moment, Zuo Sifan thought about stepping back, but the wood knife had already reached his chest, and it was really a little unavoidable.

Looking at the stab with the sword as a sword, Zuo Sifan's expression was solemn, and the word gentleman made him feel a little turbulent, and now looking at this sword, he felt a little bored.

Zuo Sifan is a monk, and he can study for more time, even if he occasionally learns with friends in the school palace, he is always on the spot, and he has never had a life-and-death fight with anyone, let alone this is still a swordsman.

The mountains and rivers have been around for 6,000 years, and although the swordsman line has been shaky, it has always stood tall, which is very revealing.

The next moment, the firewood knife was about to pierce someone's chest, and even Zuo Sifan could feel the biting chill.

But on the contrary, Li Fuyao put away his sword.

Not for anything else, just because those two words have completely turned into Qinghong.

is coming towards Li Fuyao's back, exchanging life for life is worth it on some occasions, but it is obvious that in this situation, it is not worth it at all.

That's why the sword was collected.

After collecting the sword, Li Fuyao did not turn around, but pushed the firewood knife in his hand back, just blocking the track of the green rainbow passing by, Li Fuyao staggered back, and the firewood knife in his hand was already full of gaps.

Who would have thought that the monk that Qinghuai chose for him would not be far from the consummation of the self-reflection realm, and it would not even be difficult to set foot in Qingsi in time.

But there are people who know.

At this moment, the girl in green clothes sitting on the high platform outside the big tent looked at the full moon in the sky and suddenly smiled. She is a monk in the Qingsi Realm, so she naturally knows what kind of cultivation these monks whose realm is inferior to her, and even how much qi is in Zuo Sifan's chest, she knows it, but she still chose such a monk for Li Fuyao, in order to force Li Fuyao to a dead end.

There are few swordsmen in the mountains and rivers, and even fewer swordsmen with great achievements, Qinghuai hopes that Li Fuyao will become one of them.

That's why she deliberately didn't show up in Zhuyu Town before, and deliberately chose such a monk for him in Luosang River.

She wanted Li Fuyao to walk in front of that sword mountain and set foot in the third realm of the swordsman's sword qi realm.

It's just that she is too resolute, and she has cut off the connection with the outside world by the big tent, and even she doesn't know what is in the big tent now.

Anyway, only one person can come out in the end.

If Li Fuyao was the best, if it weren't for him, she would have killed that person for him to avenge it.

Sitting on the high platform, Qinghuai rarely muttered to himself, "Li Fuyao, if you live up to my kindness, you deserve to die, don't blame me, let alone sue your master." ”

"By the way, if you die, you won't have that chance. ”