i have a sword fairy

In the air outside the building on the third floor of the study building, a drop like a purple thread circled happily in the air for a few times, and then towards the direction of the old man with white eyebrows, he swung his sword like a provocative gesture.

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful at this moment, the two had clearly bumped into each other just now, but this strange flying sword passed through intact.

The study building also seemed to be fine, and there was no abnormality in the lines of Confucian scriptures on the stairs.

Is this because of the formation of the book building, or...is it Yisu's natal supernatural power?

Faced with the little guy's provocation, the white-browed old man didn't lift his eyelids.

The old man knows this first-class flying sword that suddenly appeared, not that he has seen it before. The supernatural powers of the handle armor sword, but it...

Domineering momentum, arrogant attitude, unruly wildness.

It is almost exactly the same as the rumored one, and the old man feels that it is even worse.

There are very few people who know people like the old man with white eyebrows on Wangquezhou Mountain, but as long as he has been to South Xiaoyaozhou a few times, then...you have to know him if you don't know him.

In South Xiaoyaozhou, this kind of "presumptuous and unruly" sword is often accompanied by a purple dress.

And now...the sword is coming.

The old man raised his eyebrows.

Chapter 283 The Proud Miss Li

The man and the sword who do their own way.

It is a unique scene in South Xiaoyaozhou.

Even when people from other continents who have been to South Xiaoyaozhou meet in other continents, as long as they 'accidentally' mention that name, they will have a knowing smile on their faces.

As for the continent in South Xiaoyaozhou... who dares to laugh?

Well, the owner of the restaurant and restaurant on the mountain should be smiling.

Because only one person mentions that Zi Yi's name during the banquet, everyone will have a drink to calm down the shock, right?

After pressing the essence, you have to grab a few mouthfuls of food with your chopsticks and take your time, don't you?

After slowing down the kidneys, the movements are also more light-footed, right?

After their movements became gentler and less rude, these swordsmen and heroes used to drink more than half a bowl of wine before they finished a sentence, and put down a wine bowl and pat it down hard, for fear that the remaining half bowl of wine would be drunk. It didn’t splash all over to reflect the pride of a strong man, and the result was a bang, if it wasn’t for the disaster of the bowl or the unlucky situation of the table, it would be less, isn’t it?

This has become the only way for the owner of the Xianjia Restaurant on Nanxiaoyao Mountain to increase the sales of drinks, stabilize the order in the store, and make a fortune. Occasionally, colleagues will exchange ideas.

This is much more useful than before, the soul-stirring love disputes between the fairy and the knight, or the old-fashioned story of the swordsman rushing to the crown and becoming a beauty...

There is a low white wall outside the study building, which surrounds the study building. There is a gap of several feet between the building and the top of the wall, which is a transitional small courtyard. People who come and go usually have to pass through the courtyard gate first, and then pass through the building gate. Go through the double door and enter the library.

At this moment, the location of the Confucian words and sentences floating on the building body and the flipped Confucian classics are not actually close to the study building, but just a few feet away from the courtyard wall.

Thousands of ink characters flow incessantly.

One step away from the threshold of the courtyard, the white-browed old man stood alone with his hands behind his back, and instead of looking at Yisu, he turned his head and glanced at the Confucian classics in front of him where the building had just hit.

His gaze under the white eyebrows swept around, paused slightly on Li Xueyou's face halfway, then moved away, and continued to look around.

The old man shook his head, but he didn't see the shadow of the man and the other swords.

That dazzling color, if you enter the academy, you can see it from a long distance, it cannot be hidden, and it is impossible to hide it.

Because it was a sword without a scabbard, with a sharp edge.

Only the fallen sword mound can hide its sharpness.

Yisu, which was originally showing off its might, suddenly burst into purple light, and the sword body swung across.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the white-browed old man who dared to ignore it and look around.

The audience was silent, and the atmosphere was tense.

The white-browed old man in an old black shirt took a look, raised his foot, and took half a step forward, with the toes of his cloth shoes sticking to the threshold of the courtyard gate.

He shook his sleeve, and an old book fell from his sleeve and fell into a withered hand.

Holding the book in one hand, raising the other hand, with a little saliva on the index finger, he turned the pages of the book.

The white-browed old man turned the pages of the book as if no one was there, pausing for a while.

During this period, he raised his hand from time to time, grasping with his thin five fingers, as if he had ingested something from a certain page of the book.

It's just that the movement was too fast, and all kinds of lights flashed, and they were caught in the palm. Before Zhao Rong and others who were watching quietly from the side could see clearly, he had already clenched his fist and stuffed it into his sleeve.

It's like tidying up the sundries, not in a hurry.

Only occasionally, the old man would take a look at the object in his palm, then raise his hand, loosen his five fingers, and throw it towards the side study courtyard.

It turned out that some long and short words were included in the ban of the sea of ​​characters in the library that was being mended.

Among them is an abrupt sentence in the scenery travel notes.

'There was a forbidden frog pond in front of it, and there has been no frog cry in Xiayue so far. '

There are also pieces of paper and words in the biographies of ancient people.

When I was a boy, I asked the teacher what was the first thing.Teacher's words: Read books and learn from Dendir.Otherwise, Boan said: This is not the first thing, but the sages! '

There are also a few words in the idle notes.

'Holding a pen and falling asleep, I suddenly write a poem in my dream. I feel that I can remember it, and when I flick it, the pen stops and falls. '

There are so many different things.

The ordinary words and sentences at first disappeared into the sea, and then, the sea of ​​words in the book building suddenly boiled, followed closely by the wooden building, and blurred visions emerged one after another.

There are quiet night scenes, the image of saints, and flowers falling in dreams...

The white-browed old man wants to make room for a certain little guy who is baring his teeth in the book.

I haven't left the library to bask in the sun for a long time, and I keep flipping through books in the building, and I have a lot of things in my storage.

The master of this sword.

Backing, really big.

The location is really high.

Gold is expensive, indeed expensive.

It is said that among the many monks of the human race, the sword cultivator is the most money-hungry type, and the most lethal.

A certain Taizong raised swords for the Xuanhuang people, and the owner of this sword can be said to be... extremely expensive.

The money for eating is not based on green clam money and colorful butterfly money, but starts with the priceless golden turtle money.

The white-browed old man frowned slightly. If the money was spent on No. 72 Academy, how many promising reading seeds would be cultivated.

Even if we are afraid that Confucianism will become bigger and the power of hundreds of schools will become bigger, if we spend this unpredictable amount of money on the mountain on the people's livelihood at the bottom of the mountain, it is unknown how many dynasties will allow the people to have food, clothing, well-being, and live in peace and contentment.

No matter how bad it is, it can still be spent on the four Taiqing houses in various continents, which is also very effective.

But the result...

The old man stopped turning the pages of the book because he turned to a certain page.

There, lies a forgotten bookmark quietly.

With dry hands, squeeze it lightly and take it out.

Among the Confucian scholars on the field, the sharp-eyed one suddenly caught his breath just as his eyes fell on the bookmark.

The bookmark is a thin piece, made of ancient jade, round, as big as the mouth of a teacup, but it is not a flawless jade wall, because there is a straight gap opening somewhere on the curved body!

This is... Jade Jue.

The old man with white eyebrows held the book in one hand, and the 'bookmark' as thin as a cicada's wing in the other, and put the hand holding the gentleman's jade ring horizontally in front of his abdomen.

He looked at that handle, the smallest sword cultivator's natal sword registered on the gold slips in the three-foot building of the Tai'a Jiange, a millet.

Like the master of the sword, the little guy has never been disciplined by Mr. Master?

It's okay, as long as it is reasonable, we Confucian scholars can take care of it.

who said it?The ancestor of your sword cultivators, Jiang Taiqing.

The old gentleman smiled.

Yisu saw that this dawdling, obstructive person seemed to have finished his preparations, and without hesitation, he swung his sword westward.

"Stop it and come back!"

Li Xueyou's voice sounded again.

It's just that the 'brush' that draws the straight purple line stops, and doesn't care at all.

"I call you back!!!"

A scold.

This woman who used to be soft and weak, who didn't dare to call her voice too loud, now her voice is surprisingly loud, and what is even more surprising is her tone.

And this anger seems to have worked.

Yisu came to a sudden stop, barely three feet outside the gate of the small courtyard of the study building.

The straight purple line turned abruptly, rushed upwards to the sky, and immediately drew a circle to ease the momentum.

Yisu didn't care to pay attention to the white-browed old man, but the sword trembled, but kept silent towards Li Xueyou.

I saw that Li Xueyou was a little different at this time.

With his hands behind his back, his willow eyebrows were erected, his chin raised high, his eyes fixed and his lips pursed, he stared at the nonsense flying sword.

The woman said with a cold face, "Huh?"

Yisu stopped drawing circles a long time ago, and there was a sound of scolding, it dangled in the air, was on the verge of falling, and almost fell. At this moment, seeing that person was angry, he hurried back to her side with a whoosh.

This priceless psychic armor waited for the flying sword to come to Li Xueyou's body wobbly, frightened, and slowly circled around her, as if looking at Li Xueyou's cold face, not daring to approach her.

Li Xueyou said softly, "Still turning?"

Yisu suddenly stopped, the blade of the sword stood upright, stood at attention, and became honest.

In the distance, Yu Huaijin looked calmly at this natal flying sword that was able to leave the sword master thousands of miles away.

Beside her, Zhao Rong folded his hands in his sleeves and watched the scene with interest. If it wasn't for the crowd, he would have grabbed a handful of melon seeds and squatted down to watch the excitement.

Zhao Rong took a closer look at the somewhat different Li Xueyou, and then looked at the strange flying sword that seemed to have a habit of circling again, but settled down.

This is... not even allowed to shake his legs?

Miss Li had a cold face and a haughty look, she was indeed very imposing, but when she pursed her lips, the slight dimples on her cheeks were a bit of a play, not so serious...

Zhao Rong, who was eating melons in class, thought happily.

Inside the courtyard gate, the white-browed old man lowered his eyebrows, reinserted the Jade Jue bookmark into the old book, patted his sleeve, and stuffed it back.

Sima Duyi, who had been watching silently, now, his eyes widened as if he hadn't woken up in the past, and he was staring intently at Li Xueyou's cold face, with that look of pride that he was very familiar with...

Li Xueyou, who was in the center of everyone's attention, still raised her chin and said nothing, but what no one knew was that this little girl who had never been fierce to anyone except her father was relieved.

At this time, Yisu, who was standing in front of her, trembled a few times in grievance, as if she was talking about something.

Li Xueyou listened for a while.

She straightened her chin, but her face was still sullen, and she spoke clearly:

"It blocked you and turned around, and you are going to kill others? What, the first time I was careless, I didn't expect that I would not be able to pass through, but I bumped into it? You bumped into it first, so it makes sense!"

Li Xueyou stretched out her index finger and tapped a drop that looked like a purple thread angrily, and the latter hurriedly touched her fingertip like a dog's leg.

"And you can't stop turning around? How stupid. If you are naughty, I will write a letter and..."

Cheng——

Before Li Xueyou could finish her words, Yisu let out a faint sword cry, and hurriedly leaned over to please her.

It is extremely fast, bouncing around like a restless little girl.

For a while, he tapped Li Xueyou's little hand, and for a while, he squeezed her face with Wufeng's sword.

He was in a hurry and looked clumsy.

Li Xueyou's cold face seemed to be unrestrained.

Her eyes seemed to be glancing at the people who were looking around, and she quickly turned her eyes, pouting, "Quickly apologize to the old man."