Super Elation Under the Sun

The young girl sitting on the high platform outside the tent was alone, and she looked a little unusual and cute, but the young man who was fighting in the big tent did not know about all this.

The hatchet in Li Fuyao's hand is now full of gaps, and the clothes on his body are even more torn, and the buns are even a little messy. It seems that the situation at the moment is not very good, and the scholar in a snow-white shirt is now holding The right hand of the cyan brush also showed a deep bone wound. The blood ran along the arm along the brush barrel, dripping on the ground at the tip of the pen, and making a slap. It is now the big tent that removes the breath of two people. The only voice other than the heartbeat seemed a bit strange. As for the wound, it was the one made by Li Fuyao before. Before the green rainbow of Hongyi dissipated, Li Fuyao's knife was accurately slashed on that right hand at that time, if not the last fear. The Might of Green Rainbow, that right hand should now be cut off.

In the short fight in the big tent before, the swordsman Li Fuyao, who did not use the sword but carried the sword, did not suffer much. He just wanted to defeat Zuo Sifan in a short time. Obviously, it was not a simple matter. , At least as it is now, Zuo Sifan is not at a disadvantage.

Looking at the panting young man in front of me, I also know that his current state is not as miserable as it appears, thinking that he can at least make three or five knives, and every cut may appear at his vital point. , Zuo Sifan was really bored.

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

As a scholar who came out of Yanling of the orthodox school of Confucianism, Zuo Sifan, although his realm is not high, can be regarded as a scholar who has seen the world anyway. Now he is targeted by a monk from a small remote country, and even has his life at any time. The possibility, how can he not be annoyed?

What's more, this young man is still a swordsman who doesn't want to see the three religions.

Zuo Sifan changed the cyan brush in his hand to his left hand. After thinking about what to write to deal with, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and the big tent was swaying from side to side. The young man with the hatchet did not know when he actually arrived. In front of him, he calmly looked at Zuo Sifan, who was basically unable to write anything with his right hand. After a moment of silence, Li Fuyao snapped it out.

This knife is indeed a shot.

The knife came very slowly. Zuo Sifan wouldn't wait to die if he wanted to. He believed that he would be able to escape soon. But at the moment he raised his breath, the boy on the opposite side mocked and said, "Mr. Zuo, do you know the meaning of the word gentleman? "

The word "junzi" gave Zuo Sifan's figure a halt, that is, a halt, and the aura that he had only mentioned in the Ling Mansion suddenly dissipated. Between the electric light and flint, his chest did not escape. That shot.

So the shot hit his chest firmly, so he flew out directly, and even spit out a big mouthful of blood in the air.

Li Fuyao did not take advantage of the victory, but just watched Zuo Sifan fell to the ground, slowly went to the table over there to pick up the book, and then smiled and asked: "Mr. Zuo, there is no explanation for the word gentleman in the sage book?"

Kill the heart!

After falling to the ground, Zuo Sifan didn’t get up and stood up immediately. His face turned pale and his lips trembled. After sitting upright, Zuo Sifan glanced at the cyan writing brush in his hand, enduring the intense pain in the spiritual palace, and remembering that he walked in. When studying the palace, the first lesson taught by the master of the palace was about the righteousness of a gentleman, and after all these years, I was determined to be a real gentleman, even his own magical instrument, the blue brush He was named after the word gentleman, but when you think about it carefully, what he has done over the years can be regarded as a real gentleman. When he accepted the offerings in Yanling, he claimed to be different from other monks and traveled alone on weekdays. , Disdain to interact with the rest of the people, but in fact, since leaving the school, when he came to Yanling, he was no longer a gentleman. It is even more presumptuous to say that he is still accompanying the army of Chen Guo to the Luosang River. To help Yanling destroy this kingdom of Zhou.

Relying on the bully and bullying the weak and acting like this, where is a gentleman supposed to have?

Looking up at Li Fuyao, Zuo Sifan said dejectedly: "Unexpectedly, you are so young and your eyes are already so harsh. Compared with you, Zuo's practice in these years is not worth mentioning."

Zuo Sifan didn't say everything, but Li Fuyao already knew it, and the meaning of it was simple, that is, he saw that there was a devil in his heart and used the word gentleman to disturb his mind.

Li Fuyao stood with his sword and calmly explained: "Mr. Zuo is a great talent in Yanling Academy, and he has set foot on that road more than ten years before me. Without some means, it is difficult to defeat Mr.".

Zuo Sifan laughed at himself: "It's normal to walk slowly. It's normal to be overtaken by you younger brothers, but you are so minded that you should not be a teenager in a small remote country. If you were born in Luoyang City, maybe you and I are now You can also call each other brothers."

"There are so many juveniles in Luoyang City that are brought into Yanling every year, but there is no way to pick a talented and brilliant generation. It is the good seedlings encountered by the masters of the academic palace when they occasionally travel the mountains and rivers. Zhicai, Liangxi came out of a natural Taoist species. The talent is really powerful. He has faintly become the first person among the younger generation in the mountains and rivers. It is Yanling. Although there are several talents with good talents, how can they compare? It’s a pity for you to practice swords at such an age. It’s better to switch to Yanling. You can go further on that road in the future."

Li Fuyao really did not expect that this scholar was not worried about his life until now, but he still wanted to persuade him to go to the Yanling Academy.

Li Fuyao did not speak, and shook his head, which was regarded as a refusal.

At this moment, the young man with the knife lifted up the hatchet and asked softly: "Mr. Finished the last word?"

As far as Li Fuyao's eyes were, it was Zuo Sifan's left hand hiding behind him. The cyan brush wrote the last word on the uneven ground. When he stopped writing, it was exactly when Li Fuyao spoke.

Li Fuyao didn't want to be big, he had to let Zuo Sifan finish writing that character, but he really needed some time to adjust the Qi machine in the Spirit Palace, so that the Qi machine could run into the meridian afterwards.

So there is the last word written by Zuo Sifan.

Rationale.

Zuo Sifan wrote a word of courtesy before, and now he has written another word of reason. Although the pronunciation of the two characters is the same, the content is quite different.

Etiquette is etiquette.

Reason is truth.

After the Li character was formed on the ground, it quickly turned into a green rainbow like the previous characters, and swept straight towards Li Fuyao. Although it was not the first time Li Fuyao saw the Confucian monk's methods, he still felt a little strange. In the past, Yan Yu was able to drive countless Qingsi, and the words written by this pen can even turn into Qinghong. Although it seems that Yan Yu is more powerful, the Li Fuyao in front of him is obviously not something Li Fuyao can easily deal with.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath. The air in the Ling Palace was like a surging river, all gushing out, and the whole person seemed to have infinite strength, slashing on the green rainbow with a knife, Zuo Sifan did not want to die, and Li Fuyao naturally did. Don't want to.

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

Qinghong intersected with the hatchet, and with a muffled grunt, the hatchet broke open again. Li Fuyao did not retreat but moved forward. He gushed out all the vitality of the spirit house, and the hatchet pushed forward forcibly. It was just this inch that let the cracks of the green rainbow spread out like a spider web.

He was soon separated by a hatchet.

The two broken green rainbows slammed into Li Fuyao's chest, causing the latter to sway, and then the young man with the hatchet spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

Qinghong disappeared immediately.

Sitting on the ground, Zuo Sifan's face was pale, and black blood began to flow from his ears, nose and eyes, looking very miserable.

He was thinking about opening his mouth to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a lot of black blood came out of his mouth, which made him speechless. Li Fuyao swallowed the blood in his throat and said softly: "Want to come to the last word? I can't write it, so after I wrote it, not only did it fail to achieve the desired effect, but instead made myself into such a situation."

Zuo Sifan raised his head to look at Li Fuyao, his eyes were no longer as indifferent and calm as before, but they were full of fear.

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

The latter was holding his neck in horror, but still couldn't stop the blood from flowing out of his neck, and soon fell down, lost his breath, and completely cut off his vitality.

Li Fuyao glanced at the cyan writing brush, put the hatchet back on his back, blew out the oil lamp by the way, and walked out of the big tent.

The bright moon in the sky hung high in the sky, the bright moonlight was shining on the world, and on the open space outside the big tent, there was a group of soldiers of Chen Guo who had only experienced the attack of the Zhou people, but now they are just standing in place and looking up. The girl sitting on the high platform hardly noticed Li Fuyao's arrival.

Li Fuyao felt that this scene was a bit absurd. The green locust tree was a monk, but a monk in the blue silk realm could really kill these tens of thousands of troops?

The answer is temporarily unknown, because it 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 is dead."

Qing Huai glanced at him, jumped down from the high platform, and joked: "Li Fuyao, you really came out, I have made your plans to die inside, and I also think that I will meet your master next time. Run far."

Li Fuyao ignored these words, just asked: "What about these people?"

Qing Huai turned around and smiled: "Would you like to kill?"

These words didn't deliberately lower their voices, and the faces of the soldiers around them were a little pale as soon as they were spoken. They really couldn't afford the least resistance to this girl who killed more than a dozen monks sent by the Yanling Dynasty.

Li Fuyao smiled, turned and walked.

By this time, Qinghuai discovered that this guy had blood flowing from the sleeve to his palm, and then dripped to the ground.

Qing Huai stayed away, not knowing why, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

That feeling is really impossible to express in words, but she quickly attributed it to her being too eager, which caused Li Fuyao to feel as guilty as she is now.

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

This young man with a hatchet at this moment looked like a swordsman who had flourished in the mountains and rivers in those years.

He is indeed a swordsman.