Super Elation Under the Sun

After all, Li Fuyao didn’t stay in Jianshan much. After the last snowfall, he wanted to leave Jianshan, but before that, he made a hot pot in the bamboo building.

His technique is not considered proficient, after all, before this, things like hot pot were all directed at Fengchen and Yufu.

But now, these two have already left the world.

So this hot pot can only be made by someone who is not good at doing it.

For a hot pot meal, only five people gathered this time.

Except for the two sword immortals, Li Fuyao and Chen Sheng, the other three are Zhao Dabao and Xu Yue, plus Liu Shan who went up the mountain before.

As soon as Liu Shan practiced swordsmanship, he said that there were some twists and turns before, but after going up the mountain, there were no problems. He was hardworking. Among the disciples who went up the mountain at the same time, he was also the best. Of course, this is also inseparable from Zhao Dabao. Pointing.

After many years, I saw this Mr. Li again. Of course, Liu Shan would not call Mr. Li again, but honestly called Li Jianxian.

Li Fuyao just nodded, and didn’t say much. It is not appropriate to say words like persuading people to be diligent.

After seated, he just waited to eat, no one spoke, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little special.

It’s too quiet.

At this moment, Zhao Dabao didn’t know what to say, but in the end Chen Sheng spoke first, “If the Bodhi tree on the Lingshan Mountain can be saved, it is very difficult to deal with the rest.”

He is a sensible man, knowing how uncertain the so-called method of saving people is.

Li Fuyao was holding a piece of hairy belly. After listening to this, he was silent for a moment and said, “Then go to heaven.”

In order to save Qinghuai, he can do anything, even if it is dangerous outside.

Chen Sheng stopped talking. As his master, even if he wasn’t with him often, he knew the temperament of his apprentice. As long as he knew things, no one could persuade him.

Picking up the hairy belly, Li Fuyao chewed in the mouth, his expression extremely plain.

Zhao Dabao honestly scalded his own duck intestines. He had nothing to say about this kind of thing.

Xu Yue couldn’t speak in front of these two sword immortals, so she didn’t speak either, but Liu Shan, who had gotten Xichunan’s hidden fish sword before going up the mountain, wanted to say something, but after being pulled by Zhao Dabao’s sleeve, There is no opening.

There is a sense of spring outside, but parting in the bamboo house.

After Li Fuyao ate a piece of hairy belly, he ate a piece of lotus root, then a piece of yam, and finally a piece of duck blood.

Then he said, “The hot pot tastes not authentic, because it was not made by Mr. Chao, he is from Gyeongju Prefecture, neither of us.”

The hot pot in Gyeongju must be made by people from Gyeongju.

Chen Sheng did not speak.

“Jianshan will have fewer things without the master.” Li Fuyao looked at Chen Sheng, this was what he wanted to say.

Chen Sheng understands what this sentence means.

He thought about it for a while, and then said, “It’s not necessary for people from Gyeongju Prefecture to make hot pot to be authentic. Even outsiders who spend some time in Gyeongju will be good at making hot pot later.”

Chen Sheng is rarely so serious.

Li Fuyao put down his chopsticks and sighed: “There are many people who make hot pot in the world, but I don’t know anyone except Mr. Chao.”

When these two people speak, in the mist, Zhao Dabao and Liu Shan are not very clear, but Xu Yue, who is very thoughtful, knows.

some.

But I just knew it, and didn’t say anything.

Chen Sheng didn’t speak, but looked at Li Fuyao seriously.

“When the master can’t do it, don’t do it. I will try to bear the burden.”

After saying this, Li Fuyao stood up and walked outside.

Chen Sheng didn’t get up, as if he was a little lost, but in fact, he understood Li Fuyao’s perspective.

Almost all the people in this world who have something to do with him have left the world. Whether it is Li’s father and Li’s mother, Chao Fengchen and the three uncles, they have all gone away. Qinghuai is also in this miserable appearance. If you change to another monk, you may not care, but Chen Sheng knows that Li Fuyao is still a young man.

This kind of blow was too big for him.

Zhao Dabao whispered to Master and brought Chen Sheng’s thoughts back. Then he stood up and walked to the bamboo building to look at the scenery of Jianshan Mountain. Then he raised his head and looked at the sky, and then smiled: “This burden If the master doesn’t carry it, you have to be an apprentice to carry it. Are you blamed?”

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After leaving Jianshan, Li Fuyao went to Luoyang City.

If there are still people he cares about now, Luoyang City will definitely be one of them.

In the deep spring of March, Luoyang City is also a good time.

The successor Yanling emperor received some criticism besides gathering the army to start a war with Liangxi. At other times, he was always the sage lord of those civil and military ministers.

There were more monks in Luoyang City. Confucianism didn’t know why, and didn’t do anything to Yanling. Yanling’s national strength was flourishing, and there was a peaceful scene.

Especially the national capital Luoyang.

When Li Fuyao entered Luoyang City, he heard some rumors, probably about him, the sword immortal, and also about the Taoist species. Anyway, the two are basically inseparable in secular rumors.

Except for this one thing.

The fact that Li Fuyao went to the demon land to kill the three great monsters before had already made him taller among the common people.

Although there hasn’t been any conflict between the Monster Race and the Human Race in the past six thousand years, the matter between the two races is no longer clear in these six thousand years.

Except for the monks on the mountain, Li Fuyao also heard some other things, of course they were all irrelevant things.

But there are still some things that make Li Fuyao feel a little interesting.

For example, his niece Cheng Mu, now in Luoyang city has the title of female painting saint.

I don’t know how many princes and nobles, as long as she can draw a picture, she can spend a lot of money.

It’s just that although she is known as a painting saint, she is a portrait of outsiders, and it is rare. The previous time she entered the palace, she painted a picture of the noble concubine, which has already shocked the entire palace.

Except for this painting, there are only a few that have been circulated in Luoyang City.

The one most copied by others is naturally Li Fuyao painted by Cheng Mu.

Many people have heard of the name of Li Jianxian, but they have never seen it before. The portraits circulated before, dare not be regarded as the true face of Li Fuyao, but Cheng Mu is different. She is Li Jianxian’s niece, so her portrait, Everyone believed that it was Li Jianxian.

Before Li Fuyao went to Cheng’s Mansion, he also took a few glances and found that he was really himself. This could only change his face. He bought a bunch of candied haws on the corner of the street, and then he came to Cheng’s backyard.

backyard

Few people, it was already March, but I don’t know what happened, and I couldn’t feel the spring in it.

And there was a smell of medicine not far away.

Several doctors walked out of the yard and took a closer look. They were still the royal doctors in the palace.

Li Fuyao frowned, walked toward the courtyard, and bumped into an old woman on the way.

The old woman stepped back two steps, and when she looked up, she saw Li Fuyao’s face.

Then for a moment, she knelt down towards Li Fuyao and shouted a few words to Master Jianxian.

Li Fuyao gave a hum, and asked, “How is your lady?”

This old woman was in Cheng’s mansion back then, and she has been thinking about it for decades, so she has seen Li Fuyao.

“The young lady is dying, and the eunuchs are helpless, Master Sword Immortal…”

The old woman’s eyes were red, and she was already crying.

Li Fuyao was about to step into the house.

But the old woman stopped her and said, “The young lady said, if Master Jian Xian comes, please don’t see Master Jian Xian.”

Li Fuyao looked at the old woman, his expression unchanged.

He remembered a lot of things, probably all about Cheng Mu. His niece was the offspring of two monks, but she didn’t want to practice, so she would get old soon and leave the world.

But before she left the world, there was still some time. She could have lived better, but I don’t know why, she didn’t marry. In the past few years, what she liked most was painting.

So she has the title of female painter.

Li Fuyao sighed and stood in front of the door, holding the bunch of candied haws in his hand.

Why did Cheng Mu not see him? Probably Li Fuyao could also think of it, that was that his face was already old and he didn’t want to see Li Fuyao whose appearance was unchanged.

But after thinking about it, Li Fuyao walked in.

The room is full of medicine, and there is a bed in the innermost part, but there are portraits around the bed.

There are many.

Most of them are Li Fuyao.

The rest are Li Fuyao and Qinghuai, Li Fuyao and Ye Shengge.

The most vivid one is Li Fuyao and Ye Shengge under the umbrella.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps forward and came to the bed. On the bed was a wrinkled old woman.

She has gray hair, and she is no longer what she used to be.

He closed his eyes tightly, and he was obviously dead soon.

Li Fuyao reached out to smooth her brows, and then whispered, “Little girl.”

Cheng Mu did not open his eyes.

Li Fuyao reached out to put her hand on her wrist and found that her vitality was about to be cut off, let alone him, even others could not save her.

Li Fuyao looked at her and remembered that a long time ago, this girl was still a half-old child.

Together they went to see where the soul of the old man Cheng had fallen.

Many other things have been done.

For his junior, he has nothing but pity for her.

Li Fuyao did not speak.

He has seen too many people die in front of his eyes, too many, and he is unwilling to count them.

He just sat like this.

After a long time, he put the bunch of candied haws beside her and stood up.

Li Fuyao did not seem to be able to wait for that girl to call him uncle again.

Only after he got up, tears fell from the corner of Cheng Mu’s eyes.

There are too many unsatisfactory things in the world.