Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 317: Lamb-shabu in the winter night

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The old man has passed away.

Whether it is a ray of sword aura or a ray of remnant soul, it is already a thing of the past.

You don’t have to be too sad.

I didn't bring out the square sword box, so I could only hang the ten thousand zhang long on one side, with the blue silk hanging on the other side. It looked a bit nondescript, but it could only be so.

Cleaning up those remnant swords and robes, Li Fuyao walked out of here, closed the stone gate, and returned to the previous stone cave.

Still use bone lighting.

That one can be determined to be ten thousand feet of white bones. Two thigh bones were taken away by Li Fuyao. Fortunately, the method was not on the leg bones, otherwise Li Fuyao would definitely regret his intestines.

Li Fuyao squatted down and turned the bones carefully. At last he saw a dense line of small characters on his skull. It should be the sword technique.

Actually, looking at the writing on this, it would never have been engraved. This sword immortal six thousand years ago, he didn’t want his secret method to be lost, he had already left behind, if he was himself If you die here one day, the cave will naturally be able to see the sky again, and then this sword secret technique may sink to the bottom of the river, and it is impossible to be known or obtained by someone who is destined. It is always unclear.

Li Fuyao used the firelight to memorize the method of counting the crosses firmly, after thinking about it, then he took the bones back and put it together with the robe.

Back to the stone wall again, this time Li Fuyao pierced out with a sword, and the stone wall finally left some traces.

Li Fuyao stepped back two steps, and the sword energy in the Ling Mansion gushed out, like a river rushing forward with a sword.

The sword light flashed.

Sword Qi swept away, and the stone wall collapsed.

After a while, there was an influx of river water.

Li Fuyao collected the sword and scabbed it and swam forward.

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The night is like ink, and there is still heavy snow.

Father was lying in that wing, and someone came by during the day. The middle-aged Taoist priest in bright yellow Taoist robe took away the sword box in front of Feng. The latter was indifferent.

Fortunately, it was just taking away the sword box, and did not pay attention to the wind, otherwise this **** donkey might want to jump and scold his mother.

The young boy guarded by the window, looking at the **** donkey who had been lying on his stomach for a whole day, thinking about whether to throw him some fodder, but a moment later, he shook his head and ate the fodder. What to do if you **** on the boat? You don’t have to clean it up yourself. It’s better to do nothing. If the donkey is starving to death, you just don’t do it or eat it.

Burning donkey meat is pretty good.

Feng Lu raised his eyes and glanced at the young man, thinking that if I didn't want to digest the last medicine, let alone you, even the two bull-nosed Taoist priests in Taoist robes would fight together.

Li Fuyao, that stinky boy, even if his realm is not equal to the two Taoist priests, how did he lose his life? Your **** sword box has been taken away, not to come back!

Thinking about this, Feng Lu was a little upset. You said you, bastard, lost your life like this?

Before the big ship shook, Feng Lu naturally knew, but he didn’t choose to find out. He just lay down in the house. After the shaking stopped, the middle-aged Taoist priest in bright yellow robe came to take the sword box of Li Fu. At that time, Feng Lu knew that Li Fuyao must have something wrong, but he didn't know what happened.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, life is the most important, such a simple truth, don't you guys know?

The Feng Lu sighed, and went to sleep with his eyes closed.

……

……

This big ship is not small. Except for the guest rooms on the upper floor, the bottom floor is the house where the handyman lives.

After a tiring day, it’s freezing cold, so there is always something to do.

This is not the south. It won’t be the same as Li Fuyao. I was so lucky. I happened to know a maid from the south who could have a few hot pot meals, and the handymen were eating lamb.

The man who loves to eat mutton in the world is Qingtianjun, and no matter whether he eats mutton in a authentic way or not, he will definitely be the most famous eater.

So the mutton he eats is not ordinary mutton, but the meat of the Baize clan.

The kind of ethnic group that existed in ancient times, except for Qing Tianjun, no one else would ask Bai Ze to send so many disciples out of the ethnic group every year because of their appetite.

The mutton that the handymen ate is naturally not the kind that Qingtianjun eats, and the taste is naturally not as good, but in the eyes of the handymen, it is already very good.

The room was filled with hot mist. Several guys sat around the pot. They put the mutton into the pot, but they poured the mutton into the pot long ago. This behavior, if it were put on the gluttons In the eyes, it is purely insulting ingredients.

But these guys don't think so much.

Satisfying is what they should think about.

Several men were filling the pot with meat. Someone picked up a jug of wine from the stove next to him and poured a bowl for everyone around him. Looking at the steaming wine, someone suddenly said, "Today I saw a big fish in the water."

It’s weird to see fish, but as long as it is something that is said, it is naturally not an ordinary thing.

Soon someone agreed, "I saw it too."

Some people even said: "The fish head is very big, with many pointed teeth."

"The Taoist priest who had already boarded the boat was at the bow today. It seems to be the fish he caught. The owner does not seem to be ordinary people. Will they be... gods on the mountain?"

This sentence is full of fear and doubt, but there is no respect for it.

Someone whispered: "What if the boss finds out about it?"

As soon as this sentence was said, the room was silent, only the sound of the soup rolling.

Someone said annoyed: "How can I do it, since the owner is a **** on the mountain, he should have a little belly, maybe I still think..."

When it comes to the back, the man can't speak.

Some guilty conscience.

"The gods on the mountain do not regard the people under the mountain as human beings..."

There was a sudden voice.

Someone annoyed and said: "What can we do, we can't make the boss's idea. The gods on the mountain kill people, and it shouldn't be as easy as trampling on the ants?"

Another long silence.

At this time, a thin man who had not spoken before put down the big sea bowl in his hand, swallowed the lamb in his mouth, and said indifferently: "If the owner knows these things, he will definitely kill us."

This sentence is very positive, and no one refuted it.

After a while, someone whispered: "It's not easy for the owner to kill, right?"

This is a nonsense. The owner is all the gods on the mountain. If it's easy to kill, then it's worth it.

No one wants to talk.

Until the door was suddenly kicked open.

Some wind and snow poured in.

But it was gone soon.

Because the door was closed again.

A drenched young man walked in, without a word, went straight to grab the table and chopsticks, clamped a few chopsticks with lamb, and even took a sip of hot wine before asking, "How to kill?"