Chapter 131: A pot of pear stuffed

Yang Qinglong first went to the guest room and walked around. He didn't know Li Fuyao's room, so after walking around, Yang Qinglong went straight to find the steward on this big ship, an old steward who was more than sixty years old.
The old steward can’t afford to offend the swordsman who asked the swordsman, especially Yang Qinglong’s reputation on Dayu Jianghu is considered to be the loudest on the ship. He is a swordsman who has fought with Wang Bai. The two intersect, even if it’s a steward. Relying on Dayu's court, there are all fears.
Therefore, after asking the Sword Sect Keqing to explain his intentions, the old steward turned over the file without hesitation and informed Li Fuyao of all the rooms. Yang Qinglong didn't say much, but before leaving, he took a deep look at the white hair. The gray old manager looked at him.
The old steward understood immediately, and vowed to say: "Mr. Yang, the old man dare not say much about what happened today. This is true for Mr. Yang and the rest."
Yang Qinglong nodded and went straight to Li Fuyao's room to inquire, but soon discovered that the young man carrying the sword box was not in the room, and slightly disappointed Yang Qinglong walked to the bow deck.
There are many people at the bow and many tourists.
But it was Yang Qinglong who saw Li Fuyao at the first glance among the crowd. The youth in the blue shirt with the sword box on his back was particularly prominent among the crowd.
Yang Qinglong was stunned for a moment, and slowly walked over to the young man, even deliberately making a lot of movement during the period. If the young man's martial arts realm is not bad, he should know, but from the beginning to the end, the boy never turned his head. , Just leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.
Yang Qinglong is more careful.
When he came to Li Fuyao's side, he found that the boy was leaning on the railing, looking far away, but he was actually drinking. The most expensive pear noodles on the boat was not strong in nature, but what you wanted There is a lot of money, and many hawks do not like this kind of drink, but many scholars like it very much. After all, they can drink more if they are not strong.
Li Fuyao, who gently shook his hip flask, didn’t know that Yang Qinglong was coming from behind him. It’s just that this kind of martial arts martial artist could be said to be a master in the world, but in front of the monks, in fact, it was like ordinary people. There is no difference.
Li Fuyao is never worried about his violence and injury.
Li Fuyao, who hadn't taken out the jade flask too arrogantly, didn't look at Yang Qinglong, but was a little confused about the arrival of the sword-backed swordsman, but that was all.
Yang Qinglong did not rush to speak. He just stood beside Li Fuyao for a long time before sighing softly: "The scenery on the Xianrendu crossing is actually top-notch compared to many other ferry crossings. This long journey, no matter what. It is said that if the money is spent in vain if you hide in the room all day, the scenery on both sides of the river is not much different along the way. You can see as much as you can earn. Many rich people would rather give up a safer land route. This waterway is mostly reluctant to bear the scenery on the two shores, but now the season is not right. If you board this boat in the early spring to go to Yanling from Dayu, not to mention much, you can see all kinds of colors along the way. The flowers and plants are beautiful."
Yang Qinglong talked freely, but Li Fuyao just drank wine and kept silent.
Yang Qinglong started to be a little confused, but after he sniffed, he chuckled and said: "The young man's pot of wine is pear stuffed on the boat. I have never drank it before. I wonder if the young man can make his wish?"
Li Fuyao silently threw the flask over, with the same expression as before, his eyes still far away.
After Yang Qinglong took a sip without hesitation, he wiped his mouth and tossed the jug back to Li Fuyao, "Wine is good wine, not strong, suitable for the son of a scholar who has poetry and books. drink."
Li Fuyao was finally not ready to ignore Yang Qinglong’s temptation. He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man beside him. He chuckled softly:
I heard many people chatting in the bow of the ship and talked about a swordsman in this big river. Big enough to dare to find Wang Bai than sword, he has survived thirty strokes, so he became famous, and he was said to be the man who is expected to become the swordsman of the Dayu Jianghu after Wang Bai. That person is called Yang Qinglong. Has your husband ever met?"
Yang Qinglong smiled freely, "It's under."
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Mr. Yang is a famous swordsman in the rivers and lakes of Dayu, so he should speak in a simple way. Countless younger generations of swordsman children who meet Mr. Yang will definitely ask Mr. Yang for some tips and tips. That's right, but why did Mr. Yang say so to himself by my side? Could it be that I felt that I was extraordinary and made Mr. Yang think of accepting disciples?"
Yang Qinglong looked at Li Fuyao carefully, pretending to be surprised, and said, "That son is really that kind of swordsman?"
Li Fuyao smiled without saying a word.
Between the two people, it is impossible to say that they knew each other, so naturally they couldn't talk too much about jokes.
Yang Qinglong pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked softly: "Does the son ever know the hidden sword gate?"
Li Fu shook his head and suddenly smiled: "I am not a member of Dayu. I really don't know the sects of the rivers and lakes on Dayu's side. I knew that Mr. Yang's name came from this bow. Ask Jian Zongbei is the only Dayu Jianghu sect I know now."
Yang Qinglong's expression was different, and he obviously didn't immediately believe Li Fuyao's rhetoric.
He calmly said: "The Tibetan Sword Gate is now based in Dayu, and it is one of the ten major sects in Dayu. Not to mention that the swordsman in the gate has a high level of martial arts. The whole Dayu is like a thunder. The son said that he didn't know it, and it was really hard to convince people."
Li Fuyao said bluntly: "Mr. Yang might as well explain everything he wants to say, it's not really interesting to make a roundabout."
Yang Qinglong said to himself: "The disciples of the Tibetan Swordsmen like to carry the sword case when they travel. There are several swords in the sword case. However, in any case, there will be a saber of the unified standard of the Tibetan sword. Please open the sword case, please?"
Li Fuyao frowned, "Mr. Yang's move is not at all reasonable. It seems that I shouldn't be asked by Mr. Yang if I am a disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect. Even if Mr. Yang has any grievances between the Sword Sect and the Sword Sect, I need to act like this. , What does it matter to me?"
Yang Qinglong's expression was still gentle. He looked at Li Fuyao and apologized: "This is abrupt, but it is also compelling. I hope the son will forgive me."
Li Fuyao was silent, but he didn't even have the slightest idea to take out the sword box.
Yang Qinglong said solemnly: "If the son insists on doing this, don't blame it."
Li Fushook turned his head, took a sip of the wine, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Yang is ready to force it? Why not try it then."
Yang Qinglong looked solemn, and he was about to reach out for Li Fuyao's square sword box.
It just stopped abruptly after a moment.
Just because Li Fuyao threw the pot of wine into the river, the whole momentum was completely different, making Li Fuyao feel the sword in front of him, making him really unable to open his eyes.
Yang Qinglong's expression was shocked, when there was such a kendo master in this world, his momentum alone made him feel that even Wang Bai had no room for comparison.
The most important thing is that this person is only a young man. Even if he started practicing swords in his mother's womb, he would have such an achievement. Isn't this talent in kendo many times stronger than Baizhi?
Yang Qinglong is indeed a bit miserable. He turned his head and looked at his side with difficulty, and found that the people next to him did not seem to be aware of it. That means that the boy is now targeting Yang Qinglong alone. , Yang Qinglong sighed to be inferior to this control of Zhen Qi.
Li Fuyao stood on the bow of the boat, staring at the martial arts martial artist, and calmly said: "Before I practiced swordsmanship, I was considered half a scholar. Even if there is no such thing as a master or master, there will always be some truths. Understand, for example, I remember the sentence don’t do to others what you don’t want to do. I just remember the truth, but no one likes to tell me at that time. I think it’s understandable that a child is talking to him. Now that I am not that kid anymore, why is Mr. Yang still reluctant to reason with me? Is it possible to distinguish right from wrong by fist size?"
Yang Qinglong flushed, and said with difficulty, "Is the son a monk on the mountain?"
Li Fuyao turned his head and said disgustedly: "Is it because the monk on the mountain has something to do with our reasoning? Is it possible that I am a monk on the mountain? You, Mr. Yang, must agree with all the truths I said. I am an ordinary person, Mr. Yang. Leave me alone?"
Yang Qinglong smiled bitterly, he really didn't know what to say to make the boy in front of him change his mind.
Li Fuyao withdrew from the air machine, waved his sleeves, and watched Yang Qinglong panting heavily. He didn't have the gentle gaze he had before. When he looked at Yang Qinglong, he had no good intentions.
"Your Sword Embryo who asked Jianzong is naturally your baby bump, but to me, it doesn't make any sense. I am not a disciple of the so-called Hidden Sword Sect, and I have no interest in that sword embryo. My husband will send someone to try again. I don't mind throwing all four of you into the river. Although the weather is not cool now, I think Mr. Yang is not willing to be thrown into the water."
Yang Qinglong clasped his fists in embarrassment, "Being abrupt, Prince Wanwang forgive me."
He has completely stopped thinking about the relationship between this young man and the Hidden Sword Sect. The momentum he showed before is already much stronger than that of Wang Bai, who is above the sky in the sword. No matter what you say now, it has nothing to do with Hidden Sword Gate. If that sword mountain does not know how many years have not walked down a swordsman, Yang Qinglong will definitely not hesitate to think that Li Fuyao is a sword. Mountain disciple, only the swordsman who came down from that sword mountain would be young enough to make Wang Bai far behind.
If you really want to compare the swordsman on the mountain with the Takeo Yamashita, it would be like one being a relative of the emperor and the other is a citizen of the market. It is absolutely not that they can afford it.
With complicated thoughts, Yang Qinglong was about to turn around and leave. Li Fuyao suddenly shouted: "Pay me for a pot of pear stuffed stuff."
Yang Qinglong turned his head suddenly.
The boy in a green shirt was looking into the distance.