Riding a horse to the north, especially to the north alone, Li Fuyao felt that he had the demeanor of those great chivalrous warriors in his mouth back then, but unfortunately the horse under his crotch was really not very interesting, and he was so tired that he foamed at the mouth after walking dozens of miles.

Li Fuyao didn't feel anything abnormal at first, but after the trees on both sides disappeared more and more slowly from sight, he looked down at the condition of the horse, it didn't matter, he looked at the white foam next to its big mouth, which frightened Li Fuyao, this guy finally waited for him for a day and a night, if he died in this wilderness, it would be too worthless.

Turned over and dismounted, looked carefully, only to find that the horse was just exhausted, relieved Li Fuyao did not continue to hurry, tied the horse in a place enough for it to eat, and then he sat down on the big bluestone on the side, untied the sword box behind his back, took the green silk sword out of the sword box, put it on his lap, and looked at the empty sword box in a blink of an eye.

Li Fuyao looked melancholy, the Xiaoxue given by his uncle Xie Lu, although he didn't take out the Xiaoxue Sword to fight the enemy before, but when he looked at the sword, he could always think of the strange woman uncle, and now after leaving the Xiaoxue Sword to Li Xiaoxue, he won't be able to see it anymore if he wants to see it in the future, and he feels that his heart is empty.

However, even if there was only one green silk left in the sword box, Li Fuyao never thought of putting away the sword box, and hung the green silk on his waist, firstly, because the sword box was given by another uncle, Liu Yibai, and secondly, he always felt that it was not very convenient to carry a sword around his waist, and in addition, it was also to hide people's eyes.

Maybe he was the first swordsman in the world who didn't have a sword hanging from his waist.

Sitting on the bluestone, bored, Li Fuyao thought wildly, this time to the north, the destination is of course the demon land, but before going to the demon land, there is still a considerable way to go, and he has to use this road to transfer his realm from Qingsi to Taiqing, but as soon as he thinks of this, Li Fuyao is face is full of wry smiles, from Qingsi to Taiqing, this is simple, but how can it really be so simple, it took him so many days to become a swordsman in Qingsi Realm, and it must be more difficult to go from Qingsi to Taiqing.

He is not the predecessor who wrote the manuscript of the poem, he can enter the morning and twilight, and the spring and autumn will enter at dusk.

Just thinking of this, Li Fuyao couldn't understand more and more, since this senior had such a great ability, why he had never heard his uncles talk about his deeds, even a few words.

But in the end, this time from the sword qi realm to the green silk realm is also thanks to this senior, the sword qi in that poem manuscript looks disorganized, but in fact, when he stabbed him, he helped him sort out all the sword qi in the meridians, although he didn't enter the spirit mansion, but no matter how you look at it, it is extremely good.

Li Fuyao faintly felt that if it weren't for the fact that this manuscript of poetry had been in existence for too long, his sword qi would have almost dissipated, and he would have relied on his Li Fuyao's sword qi realm, and if he encountered these sword qi, he would either die on the spot or be seriously injured.

A realm is very likely to be a swordsman senior who crossed the Spring and Autumn Period and came to the realm of ascending the tower, the poems written at will back then, the residual sword qi in it can help Li Fuyao go from the sword qi realm to the green silk realm, if that predecessor is still alive in the world, what kind of style should it be?

I'm afraid that even if he is defeated by the Cloud Saint, there are not many people in this mountain and river who can fight against him, right?

Xu Lone, the ancestor of Sword Mountain, was recognized as a first-class swordsman in the mountains and rivers before that sword, and was even generally believed to have a better prospect than Chao Qingqiu.

Even Xu Lin knew.

If there is no plan of the monks of the three religions behind this, then no one will believe it.

But even so, Xu Lian, who could detect the inappropriateness at that time, still resolutely took out that sword, letting the mountains and rivers know that the sword mountain cannot be bullied!

With such courage, even if he fails to become a sword immortal, he is destined to be remembered for a long, long time.

Talking to Xianyan Ancestor about swordsmen before, that ancestor nodded a few words lightly, in fact, Li Fuyao also knew the meaning, even the sword immortal of the dynasty became a sword immortal is something that the three sects do not want to see, and then if there is another swordsman who has the hope of becoming the second sword immortal in the past six thousand years, I am afraid that before that day, just showing some signs will be stifled.

Li Fuyao is still in the green silk realm now, and he doesn't feel too much, and as the realm climbs little by little, I'm afraid he won't feel it that way.

Why in the past 6,000 years, swordsmen have often haunted the demon land, this alone is enough to make people think deeply.

Li Fuyao, who had thought about it a lot and had no clue, simply shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, put away the green silk sword, and after standing up, he saw that the horse was much better than before, so he took care of himself and led the horse, and he didn't dare to ride anymore, so he just led the horse forward.

Although Li Fuyao did not walk on the official road this time, to be honest, this path is quite spacious.

One person and one horse, not crowded.

Li Fuyao patted his waist, if it was in the past, he would definitely have a pot of wine hanging from his waist and drinking while walking.

After walking a few steps, Li Fuyao was suddenly stunned on the spot, he lowered his head and counted his fingers, and only after half a quarter of an hour did he remember that today was his birthday, and after today, he couldn't say anything about the teenager anymore.

Thinking of the words Li Wenjing picked for him, Li Fuyao smiled.

From Baiyu Town, to Jianshan, from Jianshan to Luoyang City, in a blink of an eye, it will be four years.

Li Fuyao stretched out his hand and compared it to his chest, and then touched his head, he vaguely remembered that he was so tall when he was in Whitefish Town, and now when he looks at it, he is so tall.

Li Fuyao laughed.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, on the mountains on both sides of the distance, there was a group of thieves staring at Li Fuyao like this, one of the burly men took a big knife, and watched Li Fuyao compare and draw in place alone, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the big boss next to him who was dressed differently from the bandits, and the fox asked: "Big brother, you say this guy is really not a fool?"

A big fleshy mole grew between his eyebrows, and the man reprimanded, "Have you ever seen a fool who still knows how to meditate?"

The strong man was speechless for a while.

The man lowered his voice and said, "Tell the brothers, that kid's horse will definitely not be able to run away after eating the herb we have medicinalized, and try to be as polite as possible when he goes down the mountain later." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, not only the strong man, but even the surrounding bandits were extremely helpless.

Deportment?

When a bandit still pays attention to this thing?