Chapter 283: Snowfall in the world

Thinking of this, Li Fuyao felt a little funny himself. He was such a young man who could be worthy of his early twenties, so he became the guest of the sect, the second in command, and had to preside over the ceremony of accepting disciples.
Although this Xiaoyi Tower is now only a sect of Jianghu, no matter who it is, it is hard to say what will happen in the future. Now that Jianshan has been closed, it seems that this place can teach people to practice swords.
This sword practice is naturally mountain swords.
When Li Fuyao was in Beihai a few days ago, I heard that many monks went south to Dayu to the Jianshan Mountain. I would be disappointed if I thought about it. Except for the few monks who had the opportunity to meet swordsmen who were still traveling in the mountains and rivers, By coincidence, there are also a few people who can really embark on this path.
It’s just that there won’t be too many people.
Yu Fu stood aside, and said obediently: "After all, the son holds the nineteen handle, and he should still have some prestige on the mountain. Otherwise, after they have all embarked on the path of cultivation, the son is afraid that he will be treated. ."
Li Fuyao was originally looking at the sword book he had just brought over, and when he heard Yufu's words, he smiled a little, "I can't stay on the mountain for long. What are you worried about?"
Li Fuyao thought so, but the Qingni who was picking up the clutter on the side refuted: "Since the son is a guest of Xiaoyi Tower, he is naturally majestic. Even if he leaves on a certain day, he is also a guest. How can he not care."
Li Fuyao closed the book and was about to speak when someone came outside the bamboo building, Liu Ning.
Liu Ning's intentions are almost the same as what Yu Fu said before, that is, the reception ceremony of Xiaoyi Tower needs Li Fuyao to preside, but this is not what they meant, but what Zhao Fengchen personally said.
If someone else spoke, Li Fuyao would probably refuse it, but since he spoke to Fengchen, Li Fuyao had no reason to refuse, so he quickly agreed.
Liu Ning said: "The head said, this selection of disciples is up to you. If you don't want to accept any of them, they will all be sent down the mountain. If they are all eye-catching, they can all be brought under."
Li Fuyao pulled at the corner of his mouth. He didn't think about accepting disciples. Before, he could see if people could set foot on the practice of kendo. He just taught people how to practice swords, so he didn't have the slightest interest.
He looked at Liu Ning, thought about it, and said, "When you and Ye Zhou preside over the general affairs, I will come forward."
Liu Ning nodded, and after Chao Fengchen had seen all the martial arts on Ganhe Mountain, he selected more than 20 people to pass down the sword scriptures. Among these more than 20 people, except for the old people who were higher in their original generations. , This generation of disciples, Liu Ning made the fastest progress, if Ye Zhou were to be included.
It is the two of them.
Naturally very prestigious.
Let them preside over this apprenticeship ceremony, I think there will be no problem.
Having said this, Li Fuyao was reluctant to say more, and after letting Liu Ning leave, he picked up the sword book again.
Yufu fiddled with the stove carefully and occasionally added charcoal. She looked at Li Fuyao these days and found that the son had never practiced swords for the rest of the time except for a few hours a day, and did not even meditate.
It surprised her very much. She kept thinking, if she has cultivated to the point of a young master, what should she do?
For some reasons, she didn't ask any questions.
Qingni was different. After Liu Ning left, he kept thinking about what to wear, how to appear on stage, and what kind of words to say.
Li Fuyao was a little helpless.
He looked up outside and found that the snow had stopped. Yufu said that there is a restaurant at the foot of the mountain. Every winter, there is a famous dish that is extremely delicious.
It is called boiled tofu.
Li Fuyao has eaten many local dishes made by Yufu these days, and he has become more fond of chili.
Hearing that this dish is called boiled tofu, I think of it is tasteless. Li Fuyao is a little strange that Yufu also likes this dish. "What's so delicious about tofu?"
Yufu shook his head and said softly: "Of course tofu is average, but that restaurant has homemade chili peppers, which naturally tastes different."
Li Fuyao put down the book, did not think too much, only said a word.
Then Li Fuyao was about to carry the sword box on his back, Yu Fu frowned, and Qing Ni directly grabbed it, "What is the identity of the son, how can he carry it in person? This kind of thing, the slave girl should hold it for the son. Up."
Li Fuyao was startled, thinking for a while, it seemed that it was not appropriate to carry the sword case, so he only took the blue silk and hung it around his waist, not allowing them to hold it.
When he walked out of the bamboo building, Li Fuyao wondered if he wanted to inform Feng Lu, and then he thought, this guy has been running to that hot spring all the time these days, and he has disappeared long ago, so there is nothing to say.
Just give up.
Li Fuyao is a guest of Xiaoyi Tower. He is naturally very distinguished. He does not need to report to go down the mountain. He does not worry about the safety of Chaofengchen. After all, he can send Liu Ning to spread the word, which means that his retreat is not a major event. It's not a big deal, and no one on the mountain can hurt him.
For a swordsman in the Qingjing realm, there is no difficulty in keeping the Xiaoyilou chickens and dogs.
The ceremony to collect disciples is still some time, even if they didn't rush back, that is, let them wait. Xiaoyi Tower is the first sword sect in Beihai Jianghu, and naturally has this confidence.
Li Fuyao went down the mountain with Yufu and Qingni, two maids, one of whom had already embarked on the path of practice. Although he did not even enter the first stage, he was still not an ordinary person. The other was practicing swords and practicing. For several months, Li Fuyao has been teaching for so long, it is no ordinary martial artist.
There is snow on the mountain road, but for the three of them, it is not difficult.
When he went down the mountain, Li Fuyao had only thought about wearing a blue shirt, but when he saw the two maids beside him wrapped up like a zongzi, he thought about it, and put a thick robe on the outside in order not to be garish. .
Li Fuyao has grown a little bit longer in the past year, so even if he wears such a thick dress, he is not bloated, making people know at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.
On the way down the mountain, Li Fuyao and his party had already encountered a few climbers, most of whom were teenagers, some accompanied by elders.
Li Fuyao thought that this should be the people who went to the mountain to apprentice.
They looked at Li Fuyao who was going down the mountain with Xuanjian, and most of them thought that this must be the rich young man who had gone to the mountain earlier, but he went to the mountain to apprentice with a maid. He must have been scolded by the seniors on the mountain and sent down. Therefore, most of them are sneered.
Li Fuyao ignored it at all.
Walking slowly down the mountain, I saw a young man in rags.
Seeing Li Fuyao coming, the boy didn't bow, but just let go abruptly.
Li Fuyao stood for a moment when he passed by, and asked, "Why do you go up the mountain to practice swords?"
The boy was silent for a moment, but after all he did not evade the question, "Practicing swords for revenge."
Li Fuyao said, and then continued to descend slowly.
The boy who still had a lot to say was at a loss.
As recorded in those stories, even if Li Fuyao is not a master on the mountain, he will be a rich man. Either he should go up the mountain to practice swordsmanship, and then carefully teach him, one day he will become a generation of peerless swordsman, or he should listen quietly. Finish the story he told, and then leave the gold and silver.
But whether it is the former or the latter, it is a story in the book.
Li Fuyao is not. Li Fuyao used to tell stories, but now he only practices swords.
Besides, he is now anxious to go down the mountain to eat boiled tofu.
Qing Ni asked cautiously behind him: "My son, seeing that he is so pitiful, won't you help him?"
Li Fuyao laughed and said: "If he can practice swords, he will be a disciple of Xiaoyi Tower in the future. Mr. Youchao looked at him and the enemy dare to do anything with him. When he is successful in swordsmanship, it is easy to kill the enemy. If he fails, it will be me. Want to avenge him?"
"My own grudges are avenged by myself, there is no greater reason than this."
Li Fuyao's remarks were straightforward, but they were not wrong.
Although Qing Ni felt that these words were a bit awkward, he did not feel resentful towards Li Fuyao.
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Going down the mountain was just to eat a plate of steaming boiled tofu in the cold winter, but when Li Fuyao knew that the restaurant was full, he had no choice but to laugh.
Li Fuyao doesn't matter, he just waits if he doesn't have a place.
It's just that the restaurant is full, they can only wait in the roasted sweet potato stall beside the street.
Fortunately, there is no wind and snow, and the stove for roasting sweet potatoes is very warm
Yu Fu went to talk to the slightly blessed restaurant shopkeeper and didn't know what to say, but when he came back, his face was pretty good.
Li Fuyao was sitting next to the stove, peeling the sweet potato with Yufu and green mud.
The sweet potato seller was an old man. He was mild-tempered, had no business, and was not annoyed. Seeing Li Fuyao with a sword on his waist, he didn’t feel scared, so he sat next to Li Fuyao, took out a pot of wine, and put it on the stove. Drinking soon.
But it seemed that there was no plan to give Li Fuyao a drink.
Li Fuyao watched for a long time, and finally couldn't help but let Yu Fu go to the opposite restaurant to buy a pot of wine.
Yufu then knew that the son was going to drink.
When the wine was brought back, Li Fuyao put the wine on the stove to warm it.
When Li Fuyao's sweet potatoes were almost eaten, he could drink the wine.
Li Fuyao thought for a while. It seemed that the last time he drank, he was drinking with Ning Yingxue in Xianyan Academy.
With a sip of wine in his throat, Li Fuyao's face was full of satisfaction.
The old man sneered: "I love wine very much, so I have to hold it back, so why bother?"
Li Fuyao turned his head to look at the old man and asked with a smile: "Then why do you always have to sell sweet potatoes? Anyway, you can survive."
The old man glanced at him, "Self-reliant and self-reliant. That's the truth, is it possible that you still don't talk about it?"
Li Fuyao smiled and nodded, "As it should be."
The old man suddenly became interested, "I think you are a person who likes to be reasonable, or should we be reasonable?"
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly: "But now I just want to have a bite of boiled tofu."
This sentence made the old man furious, "Rotten wood cannot be carved!"
Yu Fu only felt that the old man was so unreasonable, so he was a little angry, while Qing Ni noticed that when the old man said this, Li Fuyao had already held the hilt of the sword.
The wind and snow are coming to the world again.