Yang Qinglong came to the small ship with his sword in hand. He looked at the old master in purple at the bow with a quizzical look.
It turned out that this old master was an ordinary disciple of the Sword Sect before he made a name for himself. Later, his swordsmanship progressed rapidly but nobody knew why, and he left the Sword Sect to cultivate by himself. There had been no news from him for ages, and he kept a low profile after he joined the Hidden Sword Sect.
When Yang Qinglong joined the Sword Sect, he happened to see this old master leave the sect in high spirits, and it impacted him profoundly for a long period of time.
The old master in purple stood on the bow and looked at Yang Qinglong, who was just an ordinary outer disciple of the Sword Sect back then. He then said smilingly, “Yang Qinglong, have you ever hit a bottleneck in your practicing over the years? Just tell me. Maybe I can clear up your confusion.”
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Li Fuyao’s unexpected words made the girl and Sword Fairy a little confused. The saying of swordsman seed was an absolute concept in Dayu and no one suspected it. Although Bai Zhi’s stage was not high, it was not unrealistic to call her a swordsman seed according to her talent, and it stood to reason.Lan Ze was taken aback by the sudden thought. In her eyes, Li Fuyao was of the same age as Bai Zhi, but his cultivation stage was better than Bai Zhi’s, even hers. Maybe it was the reason that he threw out innuendoes against Bai Zhi.Thinking of that, Lan Ze couldn’t help but sort of look down upon the teenager in black.Because two great masters were completing over the water, the ship would not keep on moving before the battle was over. Before they got started, a couple of wealthy men, who knew nothing about martial arts, urged the ship to go, but was persuaded by some warriors of moderate cultivation base reasonably. Finally they kept si
Li Fuyao sat drinking with Yang Qinglong on the bow deck. Except for Bai Zhi and Sword Fairy, the other warriors feared this teenager who could cut the river at one blow, so they didn’t dare to stay nearby and watch. After all, he was a swordsman with a higher stage of swordsmanship than Wang Bai. Who knew what kind of person he was? If he wanted to take someone’s life at every turn, which one in this ferry could stop him?It was the first time to see a teenager who was even invincible for Wang Bai.Li Fuyao did not kill Wang Bai at one blow. And Wang Bai, the peerless swordsman, did not look much dejected after he picked himself out from the water. Then he even gave a salute from afar, which surprised Li Fuyao a little, but he also returned a salute in earnest.When Wang Bai left with his sword, Li Fuyao returned to the bow and drank with Yang Qinglong.Scarred Yang Qinglong straightened his shoulders with difficulty, after
Gu Yuan, who followed Zhou Xuance out of Yanling Confucian Temple, felt extremely bored these days anyway. As a Confucian cultivator at a profound stage, Master Zhou Xuance walked all the way without using any of his magic power. He only walked on his two legs. This master did not even have any magic storage tool. Instead, he carried a book box on his back with all his belongings inside it. With such a box and a little girl in a flowered dress, whoever saw them would think this was just an ordinary old master who was on his study tour with his student.People could even know all about his knowledge and status from such an outfit.Although she also traveled on foot with her master Yu Yan before, she never got bored at all in those days. They walked casually and as Master Yu had read a lot of books and knew a lot about this world, he seldom tried to reason with her. Instead, he told her a lot of stories.So deep down, she thought that thou
It was the hottest afternoon. The kid was standing in the scorching sun. After a while, his forehead was beaded with sweat. A little later, the beads of sweat rolled into the shirt from the neckline. Indeed, it was a bit hot.After he stood there for a moment, the kid soon remembered the story Mr. Su had told before. In the story, a scholar, who was too knowledgeable, became a student of an old master as he still wanted to learn more. One day the scholar could not figure out one problem, so he went to look for his master for help. Then it was an afternoon of a cold winter. And it was snowing heavily outside when the scholar came to the door of his master’s room. He found that his master was taking a nap, so he was just outside the door for a long time. He waited until his master woke up when the snow was all over his head. Then he asked the master about the problem and got the answer. When Mr. Su told the story, other students wondered why that scholar still want
At the boundary of the Song Kingdom, after eating the mutton slices cooked in hot pot, Zhou Xuance and Gu Yuan, the gifted scholar, didn’t stay there any longer and went to their next destination in haste. Because his stomach was overstuffed, Gu Yuan had tried to persuade Zhou Xuance to take a rest, but Zhou Xuance told her with a smile that there were so many foods in the “World Food Log”. If they didn’t hurry up, they might have the chance to eat some but not too many.Hearing his words, Gu Yuan changed her mind immediately and urged her uncle to hurry up.Zhou Xuance couldn’t tell whether he liked the lovely idea of Gu Yuan or not. In this trip, he got so many things to tell this young gifted scholar. In the Confucian Temple, the girl was instructed by her smattering master, Yan Yu. It was not Zhou Xuance didn’t agree, but Yan Yu had only made moderate attainments. Everyone was clear the prospect of the disciples under his construction. It was fin
It was unexpected for both Li Fuyao to Gu Yuan, the gifted scholar in such a place, and so did Gu Yuan.Before Li Fuyao stood up, the girl had skipped to him.According to her own master, the storyteller of Baiyu Town had gone to learn swordsmanship with the swordsman who had showed up in Baiyu Town. She had never seen the swordsman and the green snake demon, but she had seen Li Fuyao.The little girl had always been interested in swordsman, so she was excited when she saw Li Fuyao who was possibly one. For a moment, she had forgotten Zhou Xuance behind her. After she squatted beside Li Fuyao, she raised her head and asked seriously, “My master told me that you’ve gone to learn swordsmanship. Have you ever gone up to the Sword Mountain? Did you make it? Do you have a sword now?”Gu Yuan looked him up and down but didn’t find a sword hanging at his waist. She said disappointedly, “You don’t have a sword. Then you didn’t go up
Li Fuyao rose to his feet. He cast a glance at Gu Yuan before patting the dust off his cloth and lifting the corner of his mouth.The Confucian seemed just flicking his sleeve, but he was a Dawning Stage cultivator. At this moment, his vital energy was disordered. The energy, which was supposed to be transformed into sword Qi gradually, had been active, but now it was out of spirit like a locust in late autumn.This movement really cost him a lot.Li Fuyao cracked a bitter smile. He lent a hand just because they had met once before and he had no ill feeling about this gifted scholar of the Confucian Temple. If he did this because of her identity or to win favor of the Temple, he would pull his sword out the moment the Confucian showed up.Gu Yuan trotted to Li Fuyao. She reached inside her pockets, took out all the bottles at once and thrust them into Li Fuyao’s arms. She babbled, “Li Fuyao, these are all best-quality elixir
Song Pei had no idea how much a coffin would cost. When he took Su Ye’s money bag to the coffin shop, he found out that he could buy the best nanmu coffin here with less than half the money in the bag. On a second thought, Song Pei believed his dead mother would blame him in his dream if he dared to buy such an expensive coffin. Thus he picked up a coffin made of willow. Since there was a ready-made one, the boss arranged his fellows to send it to Song Pei’s home. But Song Pei shook his head. He paid them extra money to carry it to the mountain. Before leaving Yuanyou City, he went to buy a handful of paper money. Different from the coffin, he bought plenty of paper money and it was too many that he could barely hold in his arms.Walking behind the two fellows, Song Pei stared at the willow coffin and remembered that the neighbors used to call his mother Mrs. Willow so he thought it was the most suitable one.When the two fellows carried the coffin t