It was raining heavily outside the tavern. The middle-aged man in armor asked his cavalry to move Liang Shu's body to the horse and took him back to the Northern Army Mansion. The real-powered lieutenant in the Northern Army Mansion did not even dare to ask the origin of the old Confucian scholar. In comparison, it would be better to explain to the Northern Army Mansion than to be killed by the old Confucian scholar.

Dozens of cavalrymen left silently in the heavy rain, without taking anything away, and only lost one Mr. Liang's life and countless crossbow arrows.

In the wine shop, Li Fuyao and the old Confucian scholar sat and drank with each other and talked about some family matters. The old Confucian scholar was a scholar. At the beginning, he occasionally mentioned those simple reading materials that scholars knew, and he was afraid that Li Fuyao, a monk who was not from Confucianism, would know nothing. However, after he found out that this young man knew a lot, he completely let go and talked with him. He even commented on an article written by a certain saint. Li Fuyao had been a storyteller for many years. Although he had never heard of the saint's article, he had some understanding of the basic context of the article, so he was not considered as a heavenly book.

Finally, talking about the achievements in poetry, the scholar who had been traveling through mountains and rivers for many years drank a sip of wine and then smiled: "The achievements in poetry, these scholars like to admire the past and derogate the present the most, and believe that the poems written by the predecessors were enough to be passed down through the ages, so that future generations need to look up to them. However, according to my opinion, it is not that in the mountains and rivers, all of them have their own poems. The Confucian saint, who is in the ritual hall in the academy, wrote countless articles before becoming a saint. At least half of the articles that have been passed down from the world today were written by this saint when he had not yet set foot on the road of cultivation. However, in the poems alone, these saints are not as good as two."

Li Fuyao listened with relish. When he heard this, he found that the old Confucian scholar was trying to keep him in a silence, he smiled and said, "You are not allowed to stop talking halfway through the words."

The old Confucian scholar picked up the wine bowl and smiled and said, "These two people in the mountains and rivers are from Yanling Academy, but they are not in Yanling Academy. One of them wrote an article "Along Li Yong" before, because it contains the allusion from the Taoist classic "Xiaoyaoyou" and wrote such poems in the first school under the Confucianism. Naturally, the young man was disdained to join him and left the school angrily and traveled through the mountains and rivers. Now he doesn't know where to go."

"As for the second person, the fate would be much more miserable. The scholar named Li Changgu was from Luoyang City. When he entered the school, he made the entire school look at him. He studied in the school for many years, his talent was not low, his realm rose very quickly, and he wrote many poems. However, he didn't know why, and suddenly turned to practice swordsmanship. He even broke through the gate of the school with one sword and left with a leisurely sword. However, he was soon taken down by the seniors of the school. Now he should be in Luoyang City."

When it comes to practicing swords, the old Confucian scholar looked at Li Fuyao. With his eyesight, he naturally knew that this young man with swordsman was actually a swordsman.

Among this mountain and river, the old Confucian scholars have seen a lot of things. Not to mention Confucian monks, but even Taoism and mountain spirits and wild monsters, they have actually seen them. What is it like to see a swordsman again now?

Therefore, he did not speak out and did not care much.

As for the only thing that surprised him was that he could not see the details of the little girl who was sleeping very well on the wooden table now, and her cultivation level and school.

According to the old Confucian scholar, this little girl in green must have some magical tools of high quality to cut off others' aura and explore. However, having such magical tools made the old Confucian scholar feel that the origin of this little girl is mysterious.

The old Confucian scholar's brief loss of consciousness was soon interrupted by Li Fuyao, "Old sir, but you haven't finished speaking yet."

The old Confucian scholar laughed and said, "The former Emperor Yanling mobilized 800,000 civilians to build a Zhaixing Tower. It is said to be for the purpose of offering sacrifices to heaven. In fact, it is not true. This is clearly a prison building built by the Yanling Academy for the Yanling Dynasty. In order to trap Li Changgu, Li Changgu is naturally still in this Zhaixing Tower. After careful calculation, it has been almost seventy years since now."

Speaking of the Star Piercing Tower, Li Fuyao couldn't help but remember the scene he saw outside the Luoyang City. He thought silently that no wonder he was in Luoyang City, the court did not allow idle people to approach. It turned out that it was because of this.

The old Confucian scholar said many things that were not related. He was really interested and talked about why he wanted to stay here and no longer travel through the mountains and rivers. The reason was probably because the old Confucian scholar who had seen too many scenery was unwilling to see the monks of the Three Sects, so he went deep into the mountains and forests to see the demon cultivators who were not many in the mountains and rivers. He happened to meet a middle-aged woman who had just transformed into a shape and a snake-catching eagle that had been transformed for many years in the mountains and rivers. The snake-catching eagle was originally the natural enemy of snakes.

In addition, the middle-aged woman transformed into shape was too late, so she was really no match for her. She had no choice but to retreat while leaving the forest. The snake-catching eagle thought it was just to get a nest of snake eggs that the middle-aged woman had first transformed into shape, so she did not kill them all. In fact, even demon cultivators rarely use demon pills to improve their skills, unless some extremely vicious people, so after the middle-aged woman withdraws from the forest, she no longer thinks about chasing her.

The middle-aged woman with a wounded foundation came here to open a wine shop. She had no intention of attracting guests, so the wine flag and the wine shop were both intentional. She didn't know that she had met an old scholar who had been here. The old scholar had seen her fighting with the snake-catching eagle before. After meeting her here, she did not think about killing a demon. She just wanted to see if this woman was a villain. Therefore, he drank dozens of jars of wine and did not pay the bill, just to see how this person reacted.

But it was unexpected that he finally lived here.

The old Confucian scholar always adhered to the teachings that the Confucian saints had and were not distinguished in their hearts, and did not see whether they were humans or demons, or Confucian monks or Taoist monks, but only looked at good and evil.

If it weren't for this, Liangshu wouldn't have died so simply.

After drinking a sip of wine, the old scholar smacked his lips, "Since the boy named Liang knows that there is a chance to go to the border, it seems that you, the shopkeeper, will not be peaceful in the future."

The middle-aged woman said annoyedly: "It's not that you still have you, don't forget that you still have me so much money for drinking!"

The old Confucian scholar acted like a scoundrel and said, "When did you see me like this kind of vulgar thing?"

The middle-aged woman smiled and said with anger: "Then are you a scholar like you thinking of stolen money?"

The old Confucian scholar said seriously: "When have you ever seen a scholar so shameless?"

The middle-aged woman pointed at the old Confucian scholar and saw it clearly at a glance.

The old Confucian scholar was defeated and said helplessly: "Well, I can't tell you any more about the quarrels. I don't know what happened to you like a woman. I open my mouth and make me so smart."

After a moment of silence, the old Confucian scholar took out a seemingly ordinary brush from his arms. In fact, it seemed that he was half bald. He smiled and asked, "I will only write a beautiful article. How much does it cost to exchange for wine? If you sell it out, it will definitely be worth the price."

The middle-aged woman said firmly without thinking: "No!"

She is not a fool. Since this place is no longer secret, there will naturally be more people coming to the door. She is a wounded person. It is difficult to deal with a Liangshu who has not yet entered the black hair realm. If it comes even more powerful in the future, what should she do? Naturally, she will keep this old Confucian scholar. Not to mention anything else, she will always have to block a few disasters, right?

The old Confucian scholar smiled but said nothing. Since he was rejected, he put away his pen and turned to look at Li Fuyao. At this moment, he finally had to ask if he had accumulated for a long time.

"Want to go to that sword mountain?"

Li Fuyao was suddenly shocked.

"You are the first level of swordsman, and you don't have any treasures to cut off my qi. There is nothing you can't see. In fact, after you enter the third level, all the qi in the spiritual palace of the meridians is transformed into sword energy. At that time, the sword energy is leaking out, and you can see your background with the eyes. After all, the swordsman's lineage among the mountains and rivers is the least disdain to cover up, and even the magic is so direct. However, you, the swordsman, seemingly, is not very good at doing it. The one who taught you to practice swords didn't even give you a sword. Oh, by the way, most of your swordsmen are going to climb to the sword mountain to get the sword. It seems that you are going to Jianshan to get the sword."

The old Confucian scholar talked happily, as if he was very familiar with this swordsman lineage.

Before Li Fuyao could speak, the old Confucian scholar sighed again: "You went a little late. The sword fairy was still in Jianshan a few days ago. If you performed amazingly enough on the way to climb the mountain, maybe the sword fairy would pass on you several methods, but now he has left Jianshan and goes to the northern demon land. He doesn't know what to do. Could it be that the sword fairy still wants to kill a big monster? This guy's nature is really hard to figure out."

Li Fuyao couldn't help but asked, "Why do the old man know so much?"
Chapter completed!