Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 33: This is someone’s kindness

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For many times since becoming a swordsman in the past, Li Fuyao has always been thinking about a question, that is, what should a swordsman in this mountain and river look like? Is it possible that all of them are like Chen Sheng? So even if Li Fuyao had already begun to practice swordsmanship, he still didn't know exactly what this swordsman should look like, but later, he didn't worry anymore, because he was going to the sword mountain, the holy land of the swordsman, There will be a lot of swordsmen there, so he can naturally find the answer.

Li Fuyao knows that there are many monks in this mountain and river. The female ghost in red that I met before is not counted, but Yang Weibian afterwards is indeed one, but for the scholar at Hengyang Academy, Qinghuai once He said nonchalantly that such a monk could hardly say how many swords he could weigh under Li Fu's shaking sword.

This is the first time that Li Fuyao fought a monk in the true sense. This scholar named Zuo Sifan once studied at Yanling Academy and even had a magic weapon. It is not comparable to the previous ones. of.

After the cyan brush returned to Zuo Sifan's hand, the scholar was not in a hurry to take it, but instead returned to the table and turned over the previously opened book on the table again.

Li Fuyao looked at this picture earnestly. The oil lamp on the table is the only thing that can illuminate the big tent. The scholar is also the only monk who can kill his own life. After a long silence, Li Fuyao is in Zuo Sifan's hand. It moved before taking it back.

Zuo Sifan didn't know if he made such an action deliberately, but Li Fuyao saw that since he made such a move that seemed to reveal a flaw, that was enough. Tightening the hatchet in his hand, Li Fuyao rushed forward with all his strength. The hatchet was like a line, from Li Fuyao's hand to the end of Zuo Sifan's head.

Zuo Sifan turned his head and saw such a scene. He was a little lost. Especially when he looked at Li Fuyao's eyes, he sighed inexplicably. In the eyes of the opposite boy, he was The look, firmness and self-confidence he had, is not bad at all. After so many years, Zuo Sifan walked into the Yanling Academy from a genius scholar who has been praised by countless people, and then saw the real geniuses in the Academy. How did he crush him like a frog at the bottom of the well? He has been studying in the academy for 20 years, but he has not even crossed introspection so far. Zuo Sifan's wasted years is not the most unacceptable for Zuo Sifan. He is also not the least unacceptable that he was watching back then. The amazingly talented senior academy was squeezed out by the academy, and finally left resolutely and traveled through the mountains and rivers. The most unacceptable thing was that he didn't even say a word for that senior, and he didn't dare to say a word.

The realm of Zuo Sifan has stagnated over the years, who knows that it was not affected by that incident?

Sigh slightly, but Zuo Sifan still held the cyan brush.

Before Li Fuyao's knife came, he wrote a word of courtesy in front of him.

The cultivation of Confucian sages can reach the sky, and writing a beautiful article can even repel the mountains and rivers. The calligraphy is even more so that the evil spirits are not close to him. Although Zuo Sifan has a low cultivation level, he does not have the grandeur of a Confucian sage. When I was studying at the entrance palace, I heard that the third sage of Confucianism was an ordinary scholar at the time, but the article was very well written. Even the Emperor Yanling of that year called that sage’s article "Xinghuo writes about the five mountains, Wen Cheng laughs." After "Aoling Mountains and Rivers", the saint did not encounter any setbacks when he embarked on the road of spiritual practice. Although he did not go fast step by step, he still became the third saint of Confucianism after hundreds of years. Now this saint The wooden statue of the saint is also ranked third in the Xuegong Ritual Hall, and even in other places in Yanling, many academies and academies have erected wooden statues of this saint one after another.

For the four Confucian saints, the order of the wooden statues is never based on the level of cultivation, but the length of time for sanctification. As for those Confucian sages who have been sanctified, after their bodies disappeared, the wooden statues The statue will also withdraw from the ritual hall of Yanling Academy, and the current ritual hall is only the wooden statues of the four saints.

Zuo Sifan admired the saint extremely, so when he was choosing a magic weapon, seeing that saint holding a pen, he also chose a cyan brush.

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After the ceremonial character was written, it quickly turned into a blue rainbow and shot at Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao slashed across the blue rainbow. When the two intersected, the sound of gold and stone colliding unexpectedly broke out.

Li Fuyao felt a sharp pain in his wrist, but he never took a step back. Li Fuyao twisted his waist and slashed again on the green rainbow that was walking beside him.

All the vitality in the spiritual palace gushed out, and the white glow on the hatchet rose sharply, even a bit sharp.

This time, the green rainbow was severely split by him and quickly dissipated.

Zuo Sifan just sighed slightly, "No wonder the mountains and rivers don't wait to see you swordsmen."

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Sifan wrote two words beside him this time, namely, gentleman.

This time, after these two words were formed, they didn't immediately turn into a green rainbow, but instead they stayed for a long time. Zuo Sifan was a little lost in his senses, a little lost in his soul.

After a while, he laughed at himself: "If you lose your heart, how can you talk about a gentleman."

Immediately, the scholar waved the two words apart, and then re-written the two words.

This time, these two words are Hongyi.

These two words are also a sentence from the article of the Confucian sage, "The scholars must not be resolute, and there is a long way to go."

It’s just that before these two characters turned into Qinghong, Li Fuyao took the first step and came to the front of Zuo Sifan’s body. Li Fuyao ignored the changes that would occur after these two characters, and stabbed him with a knife. Got out.

No cultivator would think of being so close to the swordsman, so in the next instant, Zuo Sifan wanted to retreat, but the hatchet had already reached his chest, and it was really inevitable.

Looking at this thorn with a sword as a sword, Zuo Sifan looked solemn, and the word gentleman made him feel a little upset. Now looking at this sword, he feels a little more bored.

Zuo Sifan is a monk, and he can spend more time studying. Even if he occasionally talks with friends in the academy, he will stop there. He has never had a life-and-death struggle with others, let alone this one. Still a swordsman.

For six thousand years of mountains and rivers, the line of swordsmen, despite the winds and rains, has always stood firm, which can explain the problem.

The next moment, that hatchet will pierce someone's chest, and even Zuo Sifan can feel the biting chill.

Unfortunately, Li Fuyao retracted his sword.

Nothing else, just because those two characters have completely turned into a green rainbow.

I am coming towards Li Fuyao's back. The exchange of life is worthwhile on some occasions, but it is obviously not worth it in this situation.

Therefore, the sword was collected.

After receiving the sword, Li Fuyao didn't turn around, but pushed the hatchet back in his hand, just blocking the trail of the green rainbow passing by. Li Fuyao staggered back, the hatchet in his hand was full of gaps.

Who would have thought that the monk chosen by Qinghuai for him was not far from the completion of the introspection, and it would not be difficult to even set foot on Qingsi in time.

But someone does know.

At this moment, the girl in Tsing Yi sitting on the high platform outside the big tent looked at the full moon in the sky, and suddenly smiled. She is a cultivator in the Qingsi realm, so she naturally knows the cultivation level of the cultivators whose realm is not as good as hers. She even knows how much energy is in Zuo Sifan's chest, but she still chooses such a cultivator for Li Fuyao. It was to force Li Fuyao to a dead end.

There are few swordsmen in the mountains and rivers, and even fewer swordsmen with great achievements. Qinghuai hopes that Li Fuyao will be one of them.

That’s why she deliberately didn't show up in Juyu Town before, and deliberately picked such a monk for him in Luosanghe.

She wanted Li Fuyao to walk up to the sword mountain to be able to set foot in the swordsman's third realm of sword energy.

It's just that she was too decisive. She cut off the connection with the outside world by the big tent, and even now she doesn't know what is going on in the big tent.

In the end, only one person can come out anyway.

If Li Fuyao was the best, if it wasn't for him, she would kill the man for him to get revenge.

Sitting on the high platform, Qinghuai rarely muttered to herself, "Li Fuyao, if you fail my kindness, you deserve to die if you die. Don't blame me, let alone complain to your master."

"By the way, if you die, there will be no chance."