Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 277: It should be an old friend

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In that attic, the two people who have been watching the tea house have different expressions.

The withered old man frowned, "Why didn't he use his sword?"

In his opinion, if a swordsman meets a demon cultivator, he will kill with a sword no matter what, but after so long, there is no ray of sword energy from the tea house. unusual.

The white-robed man stood with his hand, remembering the scene where he met him for the first time, and said calmly: "He is different from other swordsmen."

The withered old man looked at the man in the white robe. Hearing this, he asked in confusion: "Have you seen him? How is he different."

The white-robed man smiled: "You should know his difference."

The old man withered was confused. He and the white-robed man had only known each other for a few months, and he felt that he was really not a mortal. He had practiced swords for more than a hundred years. The old man’s kendo cultivation skills and understanding of kendo have been extremely deep, but in this person In front of him, it seemed a bit ridiculous.

Before the withered old man was a little puzzled, but then I thought that after some monks died, they would be able to restore their previous memories in the next life because of chance and coincidence. Although the realm is no longer, but they have all the knowledge and experience, they will be so powerful.

Swimming together for several months, he vaguely feels that his kendo has improved a bit.

It's just that the sword is really useful for him, otherwise he won't fight with him.

"Xu Ji once used a sword for him, and that sword killed the Chaomu Realm like you, and another sword severely injured Lin Hongzhu. He is naturally different from ordinary swordsmen."

Although the withered old man does not enter the sword mountain and does not have a famous master for swordsmanship, he still knows the name of the ancestor Xu Ji of Jianshan. He knows that the ancestor is a swordsman of the same era as Chao Qingqiu. , Back then because of a sword missed the sea, but did not say that missed the sea is not powerful, in those years, has been regarded as the best swordsman besides Chaoqingqiu.

It's just Xu Ji, who climbed the top of the building realm. He has been sitting in Jianshan for these years, and has never heard of the news of walking in the world.

The sword was out the previous time, and after it spread out, it naturally attracted attention.

Not many people know the reason for the sword.

The withered old man retreats and enlightens the sword all the year round, so naturally he doesn't know.

But the white-robed man knows that he has traveled many places and naturally knows things that many people don't know.

More importantly, he is a swordsman.

Although there is no sword.

He wanted to have a sword, but he was dissatisfied after seeing many of them, but he fancyed the nineteen.

The withered old man reminded: "What you said is different, it shouldn't be what Xu Ji did to him."

The white-robed man said annoyed: "I only saw him once, how do I know, want to know, see for myself, but there is one thing, if you take your face down and shoot him, I can kill you one day. Up."

If other people, especially a monk whose realm is not as good as his, said to him, he might kill him on the spot, but the one in front of him,

Let the withered old man still dare not move easily.

Obviously, the realm surely beat him.

Such strange thoughts have been in his mind these days.

The man in the white robe smiled, "Okay, it's almost done, go and see."

The withered old man thought for a while, that sword really cannot be missed. I didn't take it personally before, but I didn't want to show up in front of those little guys anymore. Now I don't care much about that sword.

The two went down the mountain one after the other, and they were all going to the tea house.

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In the tea house, the woman in the red dress wanted to leave, but Li Fuyao reached out and stopped.

Li Fuyao looked at the sword and asked: "For this sword?"

This question was not directed at anyone, but the woman in the red dress knew that she actually asked her.

Neither Liu Ning nor Ye Zhou knew what the young man was capable of, but she knew that she opened her mouth and wanted to say a few words, and she was shocked when she was about to say something. If she told a lie , What are the consequences?

As soon as she gritted her teeth, the woman in the red skirt said: "This sword is named Nineteen. It is the treasure of the Beihai Sword Tomb. A fairy asked the little demon to bring it out. The little demon was also helpless. Master Wangxian observes carefully."

This sentence actually included three messages. It was a monk on the mountain who asked her to fetch the sword. She is not a human being. The young man opposite is also a monk on the mountain.

Liu Ning is not stupid, and Ye Zhou is not stupid.

The two looked at Li Fuyao at the same time.

The senior Ye Zhou had met was a solid mountain swordsman. Seeing this young man who was also a swordsman, Ye Zhou was a little happy, thinking that if he could not take this sword, he could Can't follow this young man.

Liu Ning has a complicated expression. If this young man is a monk on the mountain, then if he also likes this sword, I'm afraid he didn't take it away.

Soon he figured it out, if Li Fuyao wanted it, just give it to him. Life should always come first.

It's just that while thinking about it this way, Liu Ning leaned against Li Fuyao without a trace. It turned out that Junior Sister was a demon.

Li Fuyao looked at the nineteen, thought for a while, and finally said: "Since it is someone else's treasure of the town, please return it."

Li Fuyao has no idea about the nineteen. No matter whether it is a good sword or not, it is not attractive to him. He is not without a sword. He came in for a while, just to see if the woman in the red dress is right. To be murderous.

She didn't kill anyone, and Li Fuyao would never kill her with a sword regardless of what other monks did.

The property is returned to its original owner.

Li Fuyao suddenly asked: "Where is the Beihai Sword Tomb?"

The woman in the red dress replied cautiously: "Three hundred miles north, on the Ganhe Mountain."

"I'm just fine, who will take a sword with me to take a look?"

When the woman in the red dress heard this, the last trace of her luck had already given up. She looked at Liu Ning and said hurriedly: "He is a disciple of Beihai Sword Tomb. Nineteen let him take it back, Master." /

Li Fuyao looked at Liu Ning and was about to speak.

The door was pushed open again.

Two people walked in this time.

One was an old man with a withered face, and the other was a dull-looking white-robed man. Both he and Liu Ning were wearing white robes, but standing still, they took away all the glory of Liu Ning.

Seeing this withered old man, the woman in the red dress was lucky and lost.

Because he was the one who asked her to bring the sword back, but now he has done it himself, and I don't know if he can give her the good things.

Li Fuyao looked incredulous when he saw the white robe man.

The man in the white robe smiled and said, "Long time no see."

Li Fuyao stuttered a little, "It's so... long time no see."

Ye Zhou stood not far away and called to Senior.

He wanted to bring this sword for the man in the white robe.

The withered old man didn't look at Li Fuyao, he just waved his hand and took the sword into his hand. He looked at Liu Ning indifferently, "Go back and tell them that I took the sword."

Liu Ning just wanted to say something, but when he took a closer look at the face of the withered old man, he was suddenly startled, and then he knelt down, "Disciple Liu Ning, pay homage to Patriarch!"

A hundred years have passed since the establishment of the Beihai Sword Tomb, and it is firmly established as the No. 1 Sword Sect in the Beihai Rivers and Lakes. Everyone knows that the founder of the Beihai Sword Tomb has disappeared many years ago. Under the nineteenth sword, countless disciples of the sword grave thought that their ancestor had passed away, and the portrait of the ancestor had been hung in the door for more than a hundred years.

Liu Ning never thought that one day I could see the Patriarch again.

It turns out that the statement circulating in the door is not false.

The Patriarch did not die, but from the rivers and lakes to the mountains.

The withered old man ignored him, just looked at the nineteen in his hand, but when he held the nineteen, he could not pull out the sheath.

Meng Jin, who was lying behind the counter, looked at the three swordsmen in this tea house, and felt more and more baffled.

There are so many swordsmen who have appeared these days.

One thing he thought of was about the withered old man.

Many years ago, after accepting this tea house, he was traveling far away at night when he had nothing to do. He saw an idiot holding a sword scripture at Wujian. He meant that he couldn't stand it on time, so he nodded him. A few sentences.

Tsk tusk, it's really stupid, it's been a long time, and it's only in the dark state.

He looked at the white-robed man again, and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't tell how familiar he was.

The matter is not over yet, because this sword cannot be pulled out by the withered old man.

The man in the white robe knew that this sword was psychic, not a common grade, so he refused to recognize it, but even if you were its former master, now it feels that you and it are not on the same road, you Even if you have become a sword fairy, you won't let it be held in your hand willingly.

The man in the white robe stretched out his hand and smiled: "I said it earlier, it's more willing to be in my hand."

The withered old man passed the sword expressionlessly. Since he was unwilling to pick it up, he no longer clings to it.

The white-robed man took this sword and tried hard, but it didn't work.

The white-robed man looked a little embarrassed, he looked at Ye Zhou, "Have you pulled out the sheath?"

Ye Zhou shook his head, "No."

Then the man in the white robe looked at Liu Ning.

Liu Ning no longer has the idea of ​​going to Jianshan. He just wants to let the ancestor take him to practice the sword together.

This sword was placed in the Beihai Sword Tomb. In the past few years, no one has pulled out the sheath, and Liu Ning tried it, but it failed.

The white-robed man looked around for a week and handed the sword to Li Fuyao, "Try it."

Li Fuyao was questioning, watching the sword handed to him, after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to hold the sword.

Chang!

The sword is out of its sheath.

The sound of swords is endless.

The white-robed man smiled at the withered old man: "I said earlier, this guy is different."

The withered old man looked a little strange, and then he walked out of the tea house blankly.

The white-robed man found a place to sit down and looked at the three remaining people with a plain expression.

The woman in the red dress left first.

Liu Ning went to chase the withered old man.

The remaining Ye Zhou stood there, looking at the man in the white robe.

Meng Jin’s out-of-date voice sounded, "One in five writings."

Ye Zhou hurried to pay the money.

Li Fuyao sat opposite the white-robed man, and soon remembered the words he said after the first meeting, after he named him. He was facing Li Fuyao on the mountain road of Menchen Mountain. Say, "Hello, my name is Chao Fengchen."