Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 137: Unpleasant rivers and lakes

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Li Fuyao's unexpected words made the girl Baizhi and Sword Fairy feel a little strange. As soon as Sword Embryo said, no matter who it is in Dayu Jianghu, there is no doubt at all. Although Baizhi said that the martial arts realm is not high , But in terms of his talent, it is not so unrealistic to say that the last sword embryo is not so unrealistic, but it is only natural.

Lan Ze, who had just given birth to this idea, was suddenly startled. Li Fuyao in front of him was not only this age. Not to mention the martial arts cultivation is Bai Zhi, even she herself has never been able to match it. It should be because of this. So there is a sense of sarcasm in the words?

Thinking about this, Lan Ze couldn't help but underestimate the youth in the green shirt.

Because the two kendo masters competed on the river surface, this big ship shouldn’t move on until the victory or defeat is divided. Before these two started, there were a few wealthy men on the ship who were not good at martial arts. After yelling to leave, a few moments later, a few martial arts hawks who were not low in the martial arts realm went to abruptly to explain the truth, and then it calmed down, and the rest of the boat still had to think about it and did not dare to say anything. It is very intriguing to make the boat present a "quiet and peaceful".

Li Fuyao leaned against the railing, unwilling to talk to the girl Baizhi and the sword fairy. These two women, for Lan Ze, Li Fuyao did not like it or not, but about Baizhi, they could not talk about it at all. I like it, but it's a bit annoying.

Early wisdom and the city's deepness are originally two different things.

Bai Zhi and Lan Ze are not far away from Li Fuyao. Lan Ze has a bad impression of this boy, so he doesn't care much. On the contrary, Bai Zhi is still paying attention to the movement there, but still still Pay attention to Li Fuyao here.

The battle between the two on the river surface seemed far from magnificent to Li Fuyao, even in his heart, not to mention that he killed the monks on the banks of the Luosang River back then, even if he killed the king in the green lake afterwards This time is much more magnificent than the sword.

Thinking of the **** in the green lake, in fact reminded Li Fuyao of the Chaoqingqiu Jianqi on the Menchen Mountain Road, the man who was later called Chaofengchen, let Li Fuyao be true for the first time I think the swordsman romance is nothing more than that!

Should be no longer in the world, right?

Li Fuyao sighed and was about to turn his head back to the room, but there was an exclamation from the boat, and Li Fuyao knew that it was the two who had already divided the victory.

He had looked at the other side a few times before and knew that among the two of them, although the old sword idiot Li Gu was a late bloomer, he was more powerful than Wang Bai, and Wang Bai won the first prize with kendo cultivation, on the contrary. It was in the aspect of infuriating qi, not as good as Li Gu.

The two have their own merits.

So the outcome is unpredictable.

Fortunately, Li Fuyao didn't care about this. Whether Wang Bai won and wanted to wipe out Jianzong, or if Li Gu won, he wanted to frustrate the plan of Hidden Sword Sect, it was not something he cared about.

He just thought about this big ship coming to Yanling as soon as possible so that he could go to the next place.

Enter the room, close the door, and the outside affairs have nothing to do with him.

On the bow side, Yang Qinglong was covered in blood and returned with his sword. After the first battle, this swordsman won’t be easy, but compared to the conversation before the sword. In fact, Yang Qinglong was very much towards the old guest. There is no hostility anymore, it's just that no matter what, each is his own, and he also scores the next victory.

Yang Qinglong, with sore hands and feet, came to the bow and said solemnly towards Bai Zhi: "Miss, the old sword fan lost to Wang Bai, and he died here!"

Bai Zhi's face turned pale, and he shook his head in disbelief: "Isn't Grandpa Chijian saying that he has made great progress in kendo cultivation, he still loses to Wang Bai?"

Yang Qinglong looked heavy, turned his head to look at Lan Ze, and said calmly: "Sword Fairy, please take the young lady away first. You don't have to go back to ask Jianzong and continue to Yanling. After I broke for you, how long can I hold on? It’s hard to say, so the sword fairy must be fast."

Lan Ze frowned and said: "Why go to Yanling? In such a disaster, it is safe not to return to the sect?"

Yang Qinglong smiled bitterly, knowing that this sword fairy didn't know about the dangers of the world, so he briefly talked about what plans this Tibetan sword gate would make if it were to cut grass and roots, and whether it would set ambush on the way back. The questions were all clear, he didn't want Lan Ze to understand, but it was enough for Baizhi to understand.

At the end, Yang Qinglong smiled bitterly: "In fact, the old sect master has already seen through this layout, but it is too much to believe in the martial art realm of the old sword idiot. Naturally, the worst plan has appeared today. Others, but the lady is still the top priority. I have already sent back a message to ask Jianzong. The lady and the sword fairy can stay at the senior’s residence for a few days. But I really don’t go with the lady anymore. ."

Baizhi's lips trembled, "Uncle Yang."

Yang Qinglong's expression was flat, "When you don't do this now, Miss Hurry up."

Bai Zhi nodded his head, and soon followed Lan Ze away from the bow.

Yang Qinglong watched the two people leave, he sighed in relief, clenched the sword in his hand, and sighed softly: "It's a loss."

I thought that there was no one, but I never thought that a voice soon sounded behind me, "You guys who calculated in the past, actually found out that the big fist is the last word?"

Yang Qinglong turned his head suddenly, and Li Fuyao stood not far away, holding a jug of wine in his hand, which was the most expensive pear stuffed rice on the boat.

Yang Qinglong smiled freely and said: "From the perspective of an outsider, the son naturally does not know how much the two sides have planned for this. From the perspective of the son's cultivation level, it is even more disdain to say more to us warriors. But we are not people on the same road. It is meaningless to say too much, but as Yang Qinglong is about to lose face, can you answer me a few questions?"

Li Fuyao patted the hip flask, "You speak first."

Yang Qinglong said sternly: "The son is from Jianshan, he is a swordsman of Jianshan."

Li Fuyao did not refute.

Yang Qinglong smiled, "The son has ever met Mr. Liu Yibai Liu, is Mr. Liu well now?"

Li Fuyao shook the wine hand tightly, thinking about what Liu Yibai had said before, and then said in a soft voice: "It turns out that Uncle Liu's arena is this one. "

Li Fu shook his head, "I have seen it, but now he is no longer alive."

Yang Qinglong looked regretful, "Mr. Liu is the most talented and accomplished swordsman in my Dayu Jianghu for hundreds of years. It is really sad to pass away."

Li Fuyao said softly: "Actually, I want to use what I want to die for, but it's up to Uncle Liu to say whether I die for what he deserves, so I won't speak indiscriminately."

Yang Qinglong wanted to say something more, his expression suddenly solemn, "Sir, if you don't want to be implicated in, take more time, now please stay away, or be implicated in, Yang Qinglong feels uneasy."

Li Fuyao took a sip of wine, "It's okay."

Yang Qinglong smiled suddenly, "It's okay, let the son see the clumsy swordsmanship, it's a pity that he couldn't even draw the sword when facing the son that day."

Li Fuyao didn't say a word, just drank the wine in the pot in one gulp.

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Bai Zhi followed Lan Ze across the river and came to the shore, looking at the big ship in the distance with a complicated expression.

Lan Ze pulled Bai Zhi's sleeves and persuaded: "Miss, let's go, don't let Yang Qinglong's thoughts be disappointed."

Bai Zhi frowned extremely tightly. The sword embryo who asked the Sword Sect had complicated thoughts, and he didn't even take his legs for a while.

Lan Ze has already given birth to the desire to knock Bai Zhi away.

Suddenly Bai Zhi turned his head to look at Lan Ze, and called to his aunt.

Lan Ze was startled, seeing some tears in Bai Zhi's eyes.

Lan Ze softened his heart and whispered: "Miss, whether it is birth or death, they are all things that need to be experienced one by one. In this situation, it is actually no good to stay."

White Zhi unexpectedly calmly said: "Auntie, in fact, a long time ago, Master said that if you just want to be a swordsman in this life, then you don’t have to think too much. Sword practice is just that, but if you want to be the master of the sword sect, you have to look at people's hearts and their behavior. It's really difficult. But just this is not a big deal, and you can't show it when you see people. Showing his sincerity, the master said that there are many types of novices, but he never said that he needs to treat people with sincerity. This is true for Grandpa Chijian, this is true for Uncle Yang, and the same is true for Auntie, but Bai Zhi really doesn't want to be like this."

Lan Ze held her hand and said with comfort: "The lord of a sect, that should be the case. Auntie doesn't blame you."

White Zhi said with a cry, "But Bai Zhi is not willing to do this to you because of the position of a sovereign. In the past, he was going to learn, because of the master, but Grandpa Chijian died for me, and Uncle Yang is also going to die. I don’t want Uncle Yang to die."

Lan Ze felt unbearable, but still led Bai Zhi forward.

Bai Zhi walked a few steps, trying to break away from Lan Ze's hand, hoping to say: "Aunt, how about we go and ask that person to save Uncle Yang?"

Lan Ze frowned, "What's the identity of Miss, how can I beg others?"

Bai Zhi said cruelly: "I don't care, I can't let Uncle Yang die. Grandpa Chijian is dead, so I can't let Uncle Yang die too."

After saying this, Bai Zhi turned his head and ran to the bank of the river, ignoring Lan Ze at all.

Lan Ze shook his head lightly, not too disappointed, and asked Jianzong that he needed a wise suzerain. Although he was ignorant and unrighteous, in her opinion, it was also forced by the world, but she couldn't say how to agree.

On the contrary, Bai Zhi is now like this. Although he is not suitable for becoming the next suzerain, in Lan Ze's eyes, he is much more lovely than before, and he is more willing to give his life to protect him.

Lan Ze chuckled, caught up with Bai Zhi's footsteps, and took her back to the ship.

Nowadays, the sword fairy can no longer care about the strict orders given by the old master.

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On the bow side, Yang Qinglong met a group of Tibetan swordsmen masters and drew their swords to each other without saying a word. Although this kendo master was seriously injured, he is still a kendo master, no matter how thin and dead. The camel is bigger than the horse, and there is still plenty of power to deal with these masters of Tibetan swordsmanship.

The other martial artists in the bow of the ship dispersed long ago. Many people have returned to their rooms and do not want to participate in the incident between the Hidden Sword Gate and the Questioning Sword Sect. Only a very small number of people watched the fight from a distance. Everything that happened on the ferry today is worthy of a long aftertaste, whether it’s the sword embryo from before, the youth in the blue shirt standing on the surface of the water to watch the battle, or the final comparison between Wang Bai and Li Gu. Swords are not a trivial matter. As for now, Yang Qinglong, a swordsman who is second only to Wang Bai, is facing life and death at the Tibetan swordsman. It is even more a tangible life-and-death struggle, although compared to two swordsmen masters. The degree of viewing of the battle of life and death is quite different, but in fact, the corpses of the hidden swordsmen lying on the bow of the ship are enough to make people truly feel the cruelty of the rivers and lakes.

Li Fuyao is not far away, so he is particularly conspicuous, but no master of the Tibetan swordsman wants to provoke the young man in the green shirt. After all, the young man was just the one who stood on the surface of the river before. It is enough to make people jealous.

Li Fu shook his head and looked at the gray-clothed middle-aged man standing on the ferry boat in the distance, the Wang Bai with the swordsmanship as high as the sky, the bow battle here, no matter what, he still needs him in the end. In the end, there is no doubt about how Yang Qinglong at the end of the crossbow will be dead.

The only thing Li Fuyao was curious about was that the white branch of the sword embryo and Lan Ze had disappeared, and they had obviously ran away. Since the sword embryo was the target of the Hidden Sword Gate, why did he remain indifferent?

Could there be an ambush on the river bank?

Thinking of this, Li Fuyao couldn't help but start to worry about the future of the sword embryo.

What a disaster and how difficult it is!

Li Fuyao walked through the cabin and went to the steward to buy pear blossom stuffing.

The old white-haired steward handed over two jugs of wine tremblingly, and asked softly: "My son, do you know why these two fight each other?"

Li Fuyao glanced at the old steward, thought for a while, did not answer the question, "This is not a court ferry? Why doesn't the old steward come forward to stop the fighting between the two sides?"

The old steward said grimly: "Jianghu matters, where is it necessary for us."

Li Fuyao smiled knowingly, but didn't say it thoroughly. The Yu court was not incapable of controlling these two sects. It was just that those who could manage were unwilling to blend in. Those who wanted to manage did not have this ability, which led to the situation. This is the situation now.

After buying wine, Li Fuyao came to the railing again. This time, before looking at Yang Qinglong, he saw Lan Ze on the river with the girl Baizhi walking along the water.

Li Fuyao looked at the girl who had gone back and forth with great interest.

After the two men got on the ship, Lan Ze glanced at Li Fuyao in the distance, then plunged into the battlefield on Yang Qinglong's side, leaving Bai Zhi to walk over here alone.

Li Fuyao took a sip of wine and looked at the girl.

Bai Zhi opened the door straight to the point, untied the ancient Shen Jin sword behind him, and hoped to ask: "Is it okay to save Uncle Yang with this sword in exchange for you once?"

Li Fuyao patted the bottom of the sword case behind him, "I have no sword in it that is worse than yours."

There was a flash of disappointment in Bai Zhi's eyes, but soon he continued to ask: "How can you be willing to take action?"

Li Fuyao was a little confused and asked: "Two questions. The first question is why you have to ask me to take action. The second question, how do you know that I can save your Uncle Yang by taking action." /

White Zhi said seriously: "Other people dare not interfere with this matter. Only you are here to watch. This means that you are not afraid of being implicated. This is your ability to save Uncle Yang. Since it is only It’s not weird that you have this ability, I beg you."

Li Fuyao asked strangely: "From your previous temperament, you should be a very proud talent."

Shiraji bit his lip and said nothing.

Li Fuyao sighed.

He began to wonder why all the women he encountered along the way were the green locust tree before, the Ye Shengge later, and then the little girl Wen Yao, the sword embryo and white branch of the big Yujiang Lake. Remove the royal chieftain. Besides, the others are really women.

"You help me save Uncle Yang, you can do anything you want me to do!"

Bai Zhi said decisively.

Li Fuyao rubbed his cheeks, jokingly: "But what will you do?"

He doesn't really believe that this girl can do anything besides practicing swords.

Sure enough, as soon as Li Fuyao asked this sentence, the girl was speechless, unable to say anything.

Li Fuyao took a sip of his own drink, "You said that you are a river and lake, it’s really not pleasing at all. On your side, you are thinking of overthrowing the opposite side and becoming the number one kendo school, the opposite group. In order to prevent you from succeeding, people have to kill you here to prevent this from happening. In fact, if you ask Sword Sect if you can’t get out of your sword embryo, will you be safe? Live what you should live honestly, don’t think about the ones that are not?"

Bai Zhi shook his head, "Master said, whether there is me or not, anyway, Jianzong's gaze has always been on becoming the first school of kendo."

Li Fuyao was startled, and then laughed at himself: "But you are fighting, it's not really unreasonable. You guys who practice swords are compared with a bunch of swordsmen on our side. After all, It’s to be more angry than us. What else can you fight for status? We can’t fight for anything over there. After all, who is it to fight with? There’s nowhere to fight."

Shiraji didn't know why, so he didn't talk to him.

Li Fuyao looked at the girl and said softly: "I have an elder, who is from your rivers and lakes. He did a lot of vigorous things when he was in the rivers and lakes. I don't know if it was he in the beginning. The place where I was standing was high enough, so I have never seen these pickled things. The scenery I saw was all of the superb kind. Everyone in the world was watching, and no one dared to do something in front of him. Unreasonable things."

Bai Zhi's eyes widened, apparently a little unbelievable. Has there ever been such a person in the world within a hundred years? Even if there is one, he must be the first person to do this kind of thing?

But even the current Luo Wushuang, the Wufu who is known as the invincible arena and half-soldier can't do it.

Perhaps knowing what Bai Zhi was thinking, Li Fuyao smiled, "My elder is a swordsman."

There are more questions in Bai Zhi's mind this time.

Have you ever seen such a swordsman invincible in the world?

Li Fuyao simply put it more bluntly, "My elder is called Liu Yibai!"

Oh, Liu Yibai.

Bai Zhi was startled, Liu Yibai? !

She asked in a low voice: "Is that Mr. Liu who is invincible in the world?"

Li Fuyao smiled, "I don't know what you call him, but he really came out of this river and lake. When he was free, he always talked about this river and lake. For the sake of contentment, I have never expressed disappointment to this river and lake. But when I look at it this way, how come I feel unpleasant at all?"

White Zhi said in a low voice, "Perhaps you didn't look carefully."

Li Fuyao twitched the corner of his mouth.

Bai Zhi asked cautiously: "Can you save Uncle Yang in the end?"

Li Fuyao said sternly: "The reason why this river and lake is unpleasant, I have to do it, not for your Uncle Yang, nor for Master Liu, but I feel that this river and lake shouldn't be like this."

Bai Zhi lost consciousness for a long time.

It wasn’t until Li Fuyao’s next sentence that her thoughts were pulled back, “If you just leave like this and don’t come back, I won’t take any action for your Uncle Yang’s ending. The arena is a problem, but since you didn't abandon your Uncle Yang in order to escape, it should be the only pleasing place in the arena."

There is light in the white branch's eyes, and it looks radiant.

Li Fuyao removed the sword box on his back, stuffed the two pots of wine in Bai Zhi's hand, and exhorted: "Remember to tell Yang Qinglong, I will invite him to drink later."

Bai Zhi nodded his head.

Li Fuyao opened the sword case and said with emotion: "This sword case is still made by Mr. Liu, who knows that Liu Yibai, who is famous in the world, turned out to be a carpenter before practicing sword."

Bai Zhi was startled, did not answer his mouth, just looked at the two swords exposed in Li Fuyao's sword box.

The whole body of a sword is snow-white, and the hilt of the scabbard is snow-white. Obviously, the body of the sword should also be snow-white. The other sword is under a green bamboo scabbard, which is not very gorgeous.

Li Fuyao picked up the blue silk and hung it around his waist, then closed the sword case, pushed down beside Bai Zhi, and said calmly: "If I run away with my sword case, I will throw you away when I come back. Into the river."

Bai Zhi was speechless, thinking about rolling his eyes, but in the end he didn't dare to do this kind of action.

Li Fuyao seemed to see something through, "Don't hide and tuck, I'm not that kind of petty person."

Only then did Bai Zhi stick out his tongue.

Li Fuyao ignored him and jumped off the bow.

Take the river to the ferry boat over there.

The kendo master Wang Bai felt a little bit, standing on the bow of the boat, his eyes hot, even worse than before.

The young man in blue shirt in front of him is much stronger than the old sword idiot.

Wang Bai asked loudly: "Are you from the mountain?"

Li Fuyao nodded while pressing the hilt. "If Mr. Wang turns around and leaves at this moment, nothing will happen."

Wang Bai laughed, "In contrast, this little thing about Jianzong is not worthy of Wang Bai's heart. Now that I saw visitors from the mountain today, I wanted to give it a try."

Li Fuyao calmly said: "The result must be a bit hurtful."

Wang Bai smiled casually: "The words of the son are more hurt than the swords afterwards."

Li Fuyao smiled, "If that's the case, then I will show you a sword."

Wang Bai looked solemn and solemnly saluted, "Please!"

Li Fuyao stood on the surface of the river with a sword slowly unsheathed from his waist.

For several feet around, the sword aura vigorously.

Da Jiang began to roll.

Wang Bai tried his best to stand still on the bow, looking at this unsheathed sword, his face was full of hope.

Li Fuyao took a sword out of its sheath, and the river rolled, and the section of the river that had reached Wang Bai's ship before him began to slowly separate on both sides.

Such a sight shocked many people on board.

It’s not that Wangbai’s swordsmanship is the number one in this great Yujianghu. There is no other person in the world who can compete with this swordsman in kendo, but even so, no one has ever seen this sword. Let the big rivers be separated.

But now, what is the origin of the youth in the blue shirt? Just stand on the surface of the river and watch the battle. Everyone considers you to be a good performer, but now you have a sword hanging around your waist and threatening to draw a sword. The scene, if the sword is really out, is it possible to really kill Wang Bai, who has a swordsmanship that reaches the sky, with a single sword?

In fact, none of the martial artists who watched the battle had the real experience of Wang Bai. They were both practicing swordsmanship, and they were also the leaders among the big Yu rivers and lakes. Only then can he feel the strength of Li Fuyao before this sword. What kind of realm it is, just the accumulation of momentum, it is something they will not be able to practice in a lifetime of martial arts warriors. If the person in front of him is not a swordsman on the mountain, Wang Bai would dare to hang himself here in front of these many people.

But even the swordsman on the mountain, the gap is too big.

Wang Baiping felt timid.

The hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

Thinking that Wang Bai has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, when has there been such a time, he raised his sword to welcome him, and he was afraid before fighting.

Don't say that others can't believe it when it spreads out, even Wang Bai would not believe it.

But this is the case.

Li Fuyao's sword was finally completely unsheathed, and the sword aura was agitated and overwhelming. Although this second-level swordsman had a low realm, such a sword was really bluffing.

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly, "This is really bullying."

Wang Bai raised his sword to greet him.

After the sword was handed out, it directly tore Wang Bai's ferry into two halves. After Wang Bai was knocked into the air, he fell heavily on the surface of the river.

Li Fuyao didn't kill him, because it was not necessary.

Swordsmen on the mountain shouldn’t have mixed up with these arena matters, but today’s incident is just too coincidental. If neither side uses swords, there is no such thing as the first person in Dayu Jianghu Swordsmanship, Li Fuyao. Don't even go to join in the fun.

Li Fuyao fell back to the bow and put the Qingsi back into the sword box.

Then put the sword box behind him again, took a pot of wine and threw it to Yang Qinglong who had already left the battlefield in the distance.

I took another pot of wine and took a sip.

White Zhi looks depressed.

Li Fuyao looked at her and said something more hurtful, "On our side, the word "jian embryo" is really powerful. Anyway, it must be better than me."

At this moment, Bai Zhi's desire to die is gone.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps over, came to Yang Qinglong's side, smiled and said: "Before you asked me to drink a pot of wine, and now you are paying it back. The two owe nothing."

Yang Qinglong was covered in blood, smiled and nodded, "It's so good."

Li Fuyao leaned on the railing, "In fact, the sword was really not for you, nor is it for Uncle Liu, but he felt that the rivers and lakes in his mouth were different from what I saw, and he was not happy, so I hope you will Don’t be the kind of person I don’t like, or I will regret it."

Yang Qinglong smiled and shook his head, "Who is right."

Li Fuyao frowned and scolded: "It's really not pleasing at all."

Yang Qinglong laughed.

The white branch in the distance was looking at the boy in the blue shirt, showing a smile, very beautiful.