Chapter 1589: His sword was insulted

Lao Yuxiao took it and put it on his lips, "You should be careful all the way, and you should bring your things well. It will grow in a place that is extraordinary. Waiting for you to pass, there should be almost winter, if you want to go. In the snow-capped mountains, wait until the beginning of spring before passing."
"Brother don't worry, I know."
In fact, Luo Yuyi really wanted to say that even if the snow-capped mountains passed by in midsummer, they were full of wind and snow, so no matter what time they were, they were all the same, with unknown dangers.
However, he would follow his elder brother's suggestion and wait until the beginning of spring to go up the mountain, and if there are no accidents, he will arrive at Changlin in a few months, and wait for another month or two, which happens to be the beginning of spring.
Early the next morning, Lao Yuyi took the little white lion to leave the place. The little white lion looked back at Lao Yuyi, groaning in his mouth.
Lao Yuyi raised it since he was a child. From a little lion with his eyes open, to such a large size, only Lao Yuyi knows how difficult it is?
For this little lion, he was born and lived in a town for three months. How many milk goats he bought for it and how long the meat was cooked for him, and now he is sending it away.
However, the place they go here is really not suitable for it. It is best to let it grow in Beijing. Beijing has a mother to take care of him. He is very relieved. Moreover, the little white lion is very docile and likes to be close to people. He is not worried. , It will bite people.
In fact, he put his arm in front of the little white lion, and the little white lion would not bite it down. He also knew this well, so he was relieved to let the eldest brother take the little white lion back.
"We walked."
Luo Yuxiao patted the little white lion's head, but the little white lion bit the corner of his clothes, and he didn't leave.
Feng Yuxiao reached out his hand and picked it up, took it into the carriage.
The little fox squeaked, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the little white lion.
"nothing."
Luo Yuyi touched the little fox, "We will see it when we go home. It is too small to fit the weather there. It will freeze to death."
The little fox shook his tail and also grabbed Lao Yuyi's clothes with his paws, and was about to pull it on him.
"I know."
Lao Yuyi chuckles and laughs.
"I will make you a dress to wear."
In fact, without the little fox reminding him, Luo Yuyi didn't let him go up the mountain in such a white coat. The snow in the mountain is white. If he adds this white hair, it will be difficult for him to find it.
He doesn't have the smell of his mother, and he is afraid that it will be hard to find it.
They stayed here again for about five days. After the affairs in this place were over, they put on their own masks and left here. They walked with him, except for this little fox, Xiao An and Fu Yan. .
Fu Yan was wiping his sword with a soft cloth, and he gave the sword a sigh of heat, and wiped the sword again. Xiao An really didn't know, what's so good about this sword?
Fortunately, he didn't know that Fuyan this sword was one of the four famous swords in the world, and it was also invaluable. At this time, maybe this sword was in his hands, it was not wiped, but licked.
They were still traveling with two carriages, without the little white lion themselves, they could actually save a carriage, but later, they found that they were carrying more luggage, especially the clothes of Yuyi. These were all done by Luo Yuyi's mother and aunt for him, and they were brought here this time.
The other things are not mentioned first, but these things must be brought along. From spring to winter clothes, from singles to cotton clothes, there are more than a dozen sets, so in the end, there is only one more. The carriage, otherwise, these things alone would be full of carriages, which would be enough for Luo Yuyi to have a headache.
They walked all the way forward, and they were also heading in the direction of Changlin. The two carriages went on the official road, and they went straight all the way. In the past few years, there has been no war for a long time, so even Those sergeants also started to feel itchy hands and feet. For them, Shen Dingshan was afraid that it would be so ruined again. When the real battle came, all of them were raised and kissed by pigs. , How to fight.
Therefore, for more than ten years, Shen Dingshan would go to the border gate when he had time, and then took his grandson and grandson to find the bandit’s den if nothing happened. This destroyed one after another, even the size of a mouse hole was dug by him. It’s gone, so since along the road, there have been few gangsters happening now. Now where are people occupying the mountain as the king, believe it or not, today you occupy the mountain, for the king, tomorrow, the Duke Weiguo will take it when he sinks down the mountain. Ten thousand troops, who caught you, smashed your hill.
He is still not at all right now, you are the bandits, and the mountains are the king, so you have a reason to beat you.
So now walking among the official roads, even if you want to find a rogue, it is impossible.
"My son, what happened to him?"
Xiao An couldn't help but glanced back at Fu Yan behind him, "This face is stretched, I don't know, who thought he owed him money?"
Their son is generous. Their old lady earns money at the same rate as water. The son's silver is hundreds of thousands taels, hundreds of thousands taels, but he has never treated them badly. It's dark, and now you don't want to talk to people?
Fu Yan had been pulling his face for several days, and he didn't even want to say anything. After that, it was how long he hadn't moved his mouth.
This is not a dumb, but it is more like a dumb than a dumb.
"The journey is too peaceful."
Luo Yuyi leaned back and took out a book and turned it over. "He hates that there is no one to accompany him to practice the sword. He thinks his sword has been humiliated, and he is afraid that the sword will rust."
"Rust?"
Xiao'an doesn't feel like, "He wipes the sword every day, and he doesn't know what to wipe. There isn't even a little dust on it. How could it be rusty?" Besides, he paid it off on the way. After several rains, even if Fu Yan was soaked all over, he still didn't let his sword rain a bit.
And Xiao An really didn't know.
Is this as for?
But it’s just a sword. You can buy it everywhere, but it’s just a piece of iron. The kitchen knife used to cut meat in the kitchen is not made of iron, so I didn’t see anyone else, and the kitchen knife is more life than my own. Is it important?
"This rust is not the other rust."
Luo Yuyi just smiled, "You will know it in the future."
For those who love swords, what they want most is a good sword. The sword is the best friend, and the sword is also the best known.
Someone's life is accompanied by this sword and one line, and they also end up in this line with one sword.
Especially this person who is addicted to swords, what kind of emotion it is that the sword that he most wants, wants, and loves the most is in his hands.