Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 131: A pot of pear blossom stuffing

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Yang Qinglong 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 the steward on this big ship, an old man who was over sixty years old. Take care of things.

The old steward can’t afford to offend the swordsman who asked the swordsman, especially Yang Qinglong’s reputation on Dayu Jianghu is the best on the boat. He is a swordsman who has fought with Wang Bai, even if the two intersect. It is the steward who is backed by Dayu's court, and he is afraid of it.

So after the guest of Sword Sect explained his intentions, the old steward turned the file without hesitation, and informed Li Fuyao of all the rooms. Yang Qinglong didn't say much, just took a deep look before leaving. The gray-haired old steward gave a few glances.

The old steward understood the matter 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 same is true for the others."

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.

However, Yang Qinglong saw Li Fuyao at a glance among the crowd. The youth in the blue shirt with the sword box on his back was particularly conspicuous 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 it, but from beginning to end, the young man was 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, he found that the young man was leaning on the railing, looking far away, but he was actually drinking, the most expensive pear chow on the boat, not strong. , But a lot of money is required. 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 although this kind of martial artist could be called a master in the world, in front of the monk, in fact, It is no different from ordinary people.

Li Fuyao is never worried about him violently hurting people.

Li Fuyao, who hadn't taken out the jade jug too arrogantly, refused to look at Yang Qinglong. He was just a little confused about the arrival of this 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 of Xianrendu is actually more than that of the other ferry crossings. This is a long journey. In fact, anyway, if you hide in the room all day, you will spend the money in vain. The scenery on both sides of the river is not much different from the road. The amount of money you can see is the amount of money you can make. Many wealthy people would rather give up a safer land route. I have to take this waterway. I can't bear the scenery on both sides of the coast. It's just that the season is not right now. If you get on this boat from Dayu to Yanling in early spring, not to mention much, you can just go all the way. See all kinds of flowers and plants competing for beauty."

Yang Qinglong talked eloquently, but Li Fuyao just drank wine and kept silent.

Yang Qinglong began 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 tossed the flask over silently, his expression as usual, his eyes still far away.

Yang Qinglong took a sip without hesitation, wiped his mouth, and threw the jug back to Li Fuyao, "Wine is good wine, not strong, it is suitable for the son of a poem. The book readers drink."

Li Fuyao was finally not ready to ignore Yang Qinglong’s temptation. He turned his head to look at the middle-aged man beside him, and laughed softly: “I heard many people chatting in the bow of the ship and talked about one of them. The swordsman was so daring to find Wang Bai Bijian, and he had survived thirty strokes. Therefore, he became famous and 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, did you ever know each other?"

Yang Qinglong smiled freely, "It's under."

Li Fuyao smiled and said: "Mr. Yang is a famous swordsman on the rivers and lakes of Dayu. It should be simple to speak. Countless children of swordsmen who meet Mr. Yang will definitely ask Mr. Yang for some swordsmanship. A few thoughts are true, but why did Mr. Yang say so by my side? Is it possible that I feel that I am extraordinary and make Mr. Yang think about accepting disciples?"

Yang Qinglong looked at Li Fuyao carefully, pretending to be surprised, and said: "That son is really that kind of kendo wizard?"

Li Fuyao smiled without saying a word.

There is no acquaintance between the two of us, so we can't say too much about jokes.

Yang Qinglong pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked softly: "Does the son ever know about the hidden sword gate?"

Li Fu shook his head and suddenly smiled: "I am not a member of Dayu. I really don't understand the sects of the rivers and lakes in Dayu. I knew that Mr. Yang's name was heard from the bow of the ship. , Wen Jianzong is the only Dayu Jianghu school I know about now."

Yang Qinglong looked different, obviously he 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 martial arts in Dayu. Not to mention that the swordsman in the gate has a high level of martial arts, I don’t know where it is. It is just the name of Wang Bai alone. It’s time to make the whole Da Yu feel like a thunderbolt. The son said that he didn’t know, it’s really hard to convince people."

Li Fuyao said bluntly: "Mr. Yang might as well explain everything he wants to say, it's really meaningless to make a roundabout."

Yang Qinglong said to himself: "The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect like to carry the sword case when they travel. There are several swords in the sword case, but in any case, there will be a Sabre of the unified standard of the Tibetan Sword Sect. But still want to ask the son to open the sword case?"

Li Fuyao frowned, "Mr. Yang's move is not at all reasonable. It seems that Mr. Yang should not come to ask me if I am a disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect, even if Mr. Yang has any grievances between the Sect and the Sword Sect. I need to act like this, what does it matter to me?"

Yang Qinglong's expression is 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 calm and 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 Fushao turned his head, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Yang is ready to force a shot? Why not try it."

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 vigorous in front of him, and he really couldn't open his eyes.

Yang Qinglong's expression was astonished, when there was such a kendo master in this world, his momentum alone made him feel that even Wang Bai has no room for comparison.

The most important thing is that this person is only a teenager. Even if he started practicing swords in his mother's womb, he will have such an achievement. Isn't this talent in kendo many times stronger than that of Bai Zhi?

Yang Qinglong is really a bit miserable. He turned his head and looked at his side with difficulty, and found that the people around him didn’t seem to be aware of it. That means that this young man should be targeting him now. Qinglong is only one person, and Yang Qinglong sighs inferior to this control of infuriating energy.

Li Fuyao stood at the bow of the boat, staring at the martial artist, and calmly said, "Before I practiced swordsmanship, I was considered half a scholar. Even if there is no such thing as a teacher or a master, he has always told me something. There are some things that I 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 the time. It is probably because a child is talking to him. There is nothing wrong with it, but now that I am no longer that kid, why is Mr. Yang still reluctant to reason with me? Is it possible to distinguish right from wrong by the size of a fist?"

Yang Qinglong blushed, and said with difficulty, "The son is not 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 Yang. Mr. will ignore me at all?"

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 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 didn't have any kindness.

"Your Sword Embryo who asked the Sword Sect is naturally your baby bump, but to me, it doesn't make any sense. I am not a disciple of the so-called Tibetan Sword Sect, and I have no interest in that Sword Embryo. , If Mr. Yang sends someone to try again, I don’t mind throwing all four of you into the river. Although the weather is not cool now, Mr. Yang is not willing to be thrown into the water. Yes."

Yang Qinglong clasped his fists in embarrassment, "Being abrupt, Prince Wanwang forgive me."

Now he doesn’t even think about the relationship between this young man and the Hidden Sword Gate. The momentum he showed before is already much stronger than that of Wang Bai, whose swordsmanship is higher than the sky. Now, no matter what you say, it has nothing to do with the Hidden Sword Gate. If that sword mountain does not know how many years have not walked down the swordsman, Yang Qinglong will definitely not hesitate to think that Li Fuyao Even the disciple of Jianshan, and only the swordsman who walked down from that Jianshan would be young enough to make Wang Baidu far behind.

If you really want to compare the swordsmen on the mountain with the Takeo Yamashita, it would be like one being an emperor's relatives and the other being a citizen of the market. It's absolutely not that they can afford it.

Yang Qinglong, with complicated thoughts, 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.

A young man in a blue shirt is looking into the distance.