Chen Changsheng had long been prepared for Su Li's sword intent hidden in the envelope. At the very beginning, he wanted to see how long he could resist after returning to the capital, but he didn't expect to get these things in the envelope. The sword intent was so sharp and terrifying, not to mention resisting, but not even daring to provoke it.
Of course, Su Li didn't have any malice towards him, let alone murderous intentions. The sword intent flying from the letter paper silently chopped up many things in the kitchen, and chopped off a section of his floating belt. , but no sword intent fell on him, it just danced around him.
Those sword intents fluttered around him, like fallen leaves, like snowflakes, like water droplets.
Chen Changsheng seemed to be under an autumn tree, under a snowy sky, or under a waterfall.
He vaguely understood something, gradually relaxed his mind, and released his divine sense into this world composed of sword intent.
These sword intents are the letter Su Li gave him, one of the gifts left for him, so is there anything written on the letter paper
While Chen Changsheng felt the sword intent left behind by Su Li's breakthrough, he quietly looked at the letter paper.
Su Li's handwriting is just like his man and sword, hearty, sharp and sharp, with extremely steep starting and sharp writing.
"It's really surprising news that you were able to win against Yourong."
Seeing the first sentence on the letter paper, Chen Changsheng realized that Su Li's letter to him was conditional, and the prerequisite was to defeat Xu Yourong. If he couldn't do this, Su Li would definitely be disappointed in himself, then These two letters may be left to Xu Yourong, or... Qiushan Jun.
"However, considering your sword should be taught by me, it is understandable that you can barely beat Yourong."
What Su Li said in the letter still perfectly showed his self-confidence or narcissism.
But after that, his words became much calmer and calmer.
"I have taught three people in my life, Qiushan, you, and Qijian. Qiushan is stronger than you, Qijian is weaker than you, and she is my daughter. After I leave, if there is something wrong with Lishan, please take care of me. As for why I left? Wait until you live for hundreds of years and find that someone has been waiting for you for hundreds of years, or you will understand."
"I'm Li Shan's Junior Martial Uncle. I don't need to explain anything to the disciples in the mountain. I'm Su Li. I don't need to explain anything to Old Man Yin and Tian Hai. But I still want to explain something, to explain something, So I wrote you this letter."
"If someone asks in the future, you can tell them what I said. I didn't admit defeat to this world, but what she said is right, I am Su Li, why do I need to be the second Zhou Dufu? Most importantly, you are right , I have killed countless people, I have no love for this world, but maybe there is still some kindness?"
Seeing these words, Chen Changsheng felt a lot of emotion in his heart.
In the eyes of many people, especially those southerners who resist the confluence of the north and the south, it is an extremely irresponsible escape for Su Li to drift away from the saint.
Who can understand that a person like Su Li can cut this way of leaving only if he sticks to the true sword of great wisdom and bravery.
However, when he saw the end of the letter, he suddenly felt that his praise and admiration for Senior Su Li seemed wrong.
Su Li wrote such a paragraph at the end of the letter.
"Let that wolf cub die. If he dares to pester my daughter again, even if I am on the other side of the Xinghai, I will return by Xingcha, kill him first with one sword, and then kill you with one sword." , and finally wipe out your Orthodox Academy and the tribe of the wolf clan in the north with one sword, don't say it was unpredictable!"
After Chen Changsheng finished reading this sentence, he thought helplessly, how could a person as handsome as Senior Su Li not think about this matter
Just as he was thinking, dense and terrifying sword sounds suddenly sounded in the surrounding air again, and countless sword intents returned from all directions and landed on the letter paper.
Those extremely sharp sword intents with mysterious and incomprehensible realms chopped up the handwriting on the letter paper and turned them into countless blobs of ink, which could no longer be seen clearly.
Those ink balls finally turned into four large characters.
"Burn after reading."
Looking at these four words, Chen Changsheng was startled, thinking that it would be a pity if it was just burned like this? One must know that the sword intent on this piece of letter paper is an incomparably precious gift to sword cultivators, and he originally thought that Tang Sanshiliu and Zhexiu would come to experience it tomorrow.
But since it was Su Li's order, he couldn't object. He obediently threw the letter paper into the embers of the stove, and watched the letter paper burn to ashes with his own eyes.
Looking at the ashes in the stove, and thinking about the sword intent on the paper, he suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago when the martial arts performances of the various courtyards and those strong men from the initial stage of gathering stars came to challenge the Orthodox Academy. , should have used a similar method, but it was quite different from Su Li.
He thought of the scribe he saw on the street at that time—Guan Bai from Tiandaoyuan.
At that time, when he glanced at this person through the car window, he felt a sharp attack coming into his eyes, which was so painful that he almost shed tears.
Now that I think about it, this person's kendo cultivation base is already strong enough to possess the sword spirit
At next year's Boiling Stone Conference, he will face such a powerful sword, can he win it
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Earlier, Guan Bai was reading in a bookstore in the south of the city.
Suddenly, he felt something, and after a moment of silence, he quietly closed the pages of the book and walked out of the study.
After the evening, the snow gradually stopped, but the weather was still very cold, and the snow on the street made it difficult to walk, so no pedestrians could be seen.
He is standing in the middle of the street.
An old Taoist nun walked by.
In fact, the Taoist nun's face was still young, at least she couldn't tell her specific age, but her brows and eyes were full of awe-inspiring indifference, which seemed old-fashioned.
Guan Bai looked at the old Taoist nun who was getting closer, without saying a word.
He didn't recognize the origin of the opponent, but he knew that the cultivation base of the opponent was far higher than his own, and might even surpass his mentor Zhuang Zhihuan.
Before the Stone Boiling Conference, he didn't want to be troublesome, and he shouldn't fight such a high-level powerhouse.
But he had heard clearly earlier that a stray dog had died in the alley far away.
Just when the old Taoist nun walked by.
This old Taoist nun is very powerful, so she must have an extraordinary background. Compared with her, the life of a wild dog blocking the way is really nothing.
Guan Bai also thinks so, a wild dog is dead when it dies, how can he avenge a wild dog
The problem is, that wild dog should die sooner.
The old Taoist just needs to look at it, and the wild dog will be decapitated.
But the wild dog screamed at least thirty times in the alley, becoming more and more miserable and weaker, until he heard it.
He couldn't understand why a big man like the old Taoist had to kill a wild dog with more than thirty swords.
He couldn't imagine if this old nun would do the same when she usually killed people.
So he walked from the study to the street, wanting to ask the old Taoist.
The old Taoist nun stopped and looked at him expressionlessly.
Guan Bai wanted to say something, but when he looked into the eyes of the old Taoist nun, he found that he could no longer speak.
He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, but he couldn't draw it out.
The old nun's eyes were blue, full of decadent and violent emotions, like a sea tide full of green algae, slapping towards her face.
Endless killing intent surged from the side of Xuejie, covering his body.
puff! A stream of blood spurted from his mouth and fell on the snow.
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He is the pride of Tiandao Academy, a strong swordsman in the middle of the Xiaoyao List, and his name is Guan Bai.
However, in front of this old Taoist nun, he couldn't say a word at all, and couldn't pull out the sword from its sheath, so he was seriously injured.
"Report your master's heritage." The old Taoist said expressionlessly.
Guan Bai's eyes were full of shock. It wasn't until this moment that he confirmed that the strength of this old Taoist nun was not only far superior to that of his teacher, but had even faintly surpassed the realm of the world and entered the realm of the sacred. Looking at the blue color in her eyes, she instantly guessed who the other party was.
The wind and rain in all directions are infinite!
This is already the most powerful person in the world, why did he suddenly appear in Kyoto tonight
"Guan Bai of the Heavenly Dao Academy, Zhuang Zhihuan, the teacher of his family."
Because of the status of the old Taoist nun, Guan Bai was extremely shocked, but he still didn't have any palpitations, staring at the other party and said.
"For Mao Qiuyu's sake, I will spare your life tonight."
The old Taoist nun walked slowly past him, and her figure gradually disappeared into the night.
I don't know how long it took before Guan Bai realized that he could move, his right hand holding the hilt trembled slightly, and the edge of the sword half came out with a clang.
Then, his right arm broke off shoulder to shoulder, and fell into the snow, leaving a large pool of bright red blood.
In Kyoto tonight, a wild dog in an alley was brutally chopped into pieces.
The pride and hope of Tiandaoyuan, Guan Bai, a young swordsman with unlimited prospects, lost his right arm holding the sword.
The old Taoist nun who did these two things didn't feel anything about it, her expression was still indifferent, and her eyes were still violent.
In her eyes, there is not much difference between a young man like Guan Bai and a wild dog in the alley. If this is not the capital of Dazhou, there is His Majesty the Pope whom she must respect and she would not dare to provoke him. The Holy Empress, or Guan Bai was dead at this time.
In her opinion, leaving Guan Bai alone has already given Mao Qiuyu enough face, more precisely, this face is for the state religion.
Some people in this world are very strong, so their views on the world will be a little deformed. They think that if they don’t snatch all the food in the beggar’s bowl, it’s giving the beggar face, and if they don’t kill all the people who don’t like it, it’s giving life face. Then you should also give yourself face for convenience.
The old nun came to the capital tonight because she thought that His Majesty the Pope didn't give her face enough, so she wanted to come to save face herself.
When she was very young, she tried all means to marry a man she thought was barely worthy of her—this sentence seemed a bit wrong, since she was barely worthy, why did she use all means to marry? That's because in her opinion, there are only a handful of men in the world who can barely match her.
From that moment on, she thought that her husband was her most important face.
Later, when she worked hard to give birth to a son, she thought that her son was the most important face for her.
The old nun stood behind the courtyard wall of the Orthodox Academy, looking expressionlessly at the several snow trees sticking out of the wall.
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