Childhood sweethearts show their affection and go home to drink chicken soup.

After Zhao Changyi suffered a blow, he felt a comparison mentality in his heart, looked at his master with a grin, and said with a somewhat shameless smile: "Let's also drink chicken soup?" ”

The master was calm, "I didn't feed chickens or ducks. ”

Zhao Changyi was annoyed and angry, and waved his unwilling sleeves: "Then drink fish soup, it must be soup anyway, it can't be worse than chicken soup!" ”

Don't think that if you two drink chicken soup, I will have to eat dog food, nothing!

The Master spreads out his hands as you please.

Zhao Changyi snorted, ran into the backyard of the private school, found the master's fish after a while, ran to the riverside, and came back in about half an hour, but it was also amazing, not only the fat crucian carp carp, but also a big yellow eel, and a turtle!

It's just that his face is blue from the cold, and his hands are sifting through the chaff.

The master couldn't help but look at him more.

Zhao Changyi is quite colorful, in order to survive, he was not good at going up the mountain and going down the water, if the village had such a good environment as the fan village, he would have lived an extremely nourishing life.

He threw the fish basket at the master's feet, "Then it's your business." ”

The master shrugged his shoulders and looked like he had eaten Zhao Changyi, "The gentleman is far away from cooking." ”

It's a flicker.

In fact, in the past ten years, the master has been cooking a lot.

Where did Zhao Changyi know, he thought that the master really never cooked, and in the past, the village women helped with the meals, after all, since Da Liang Taizu said the sentence of ruling the world with the literati, the tail of the Da Liang literati has become higher and higher, and the gentleman has long become an iron law for scholars.

Well, do it yourself.

I just can't let that guy Li Ruyu see his jokes!

Smoke falls.

When the sky is about to get dark, the stewed soup of crucian carp and yellow eel is on the table, not to mention, the aroma is overflowing, which makes people feel appetizing, and the master is very comfortable to smile and enjoy.

Before it started, Xiaoxiao came to the private school with a porcelain bowl, and shouted crisply: "I'm here to deliver chicken soup." ”

Zhao Changyi glanced at the master proudly, "Did you see it, gave it to me." ”

The Master smiled but did not say a word.

got up to greet Xiaoxiao, but unexpectedly, Xiaoxiao just glanced at him and sent the chicken soup to the master, "Master, drink it slowly." ”

Zhao Changyi blew his beard and glared at his eyes, very hurt.

The Master laughed.

Zhao Changyi's eyes rolled and he rolled his eyes, well, he must be a little thin-skinned, and he was embarrassed to send it to himself directly, so he gave it to the master with an excuse, isn't this trying to cover it up.

The more frustrated he became, he said: "Xiaoxiao, sit down and drink fish soup, and turtles." ”

Xiaoxiao is an innocent age after all, and he doesn't know much about people's sinister hearts, so he smiled and said: "No, my mother and Brother Yu are still waiting for me, and they want to go back." ”

Zhao Changyi sighed, happily found a big bowl, turned over the chicken soup, and filled the Wang Ba soup with a porcelain bowl, and said with a warm smile: "Xiaoxiao, this is the soup I boiled with my own hands, but it is fragrant." ”

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, "You can drink it with your mother when you bring it back, don't give it to that kid!" ”

A little oh.

Drinking the chicken soup snatched from the master, Zhao Changyi felt that this chicken soup was the most delicious, sweet as food, and the delicacies made by those famous chefs in the capital were like chaff compared to them.

The master's heart was like a mirror, and he sighed for injustice.

Eat without saying anything.

The master is not bound by the rules, and Zhao Changyi is not a person who abides by the rules, after drinking a big bowl of chicken soup in one go, a sentence suddenly popped up, "Master, you are a stranger, what is your name?" ”

The Master only laughed.

No denial, no recognition.

The master and gentleman have been disdainful of lying all their lives, but they can't admit that they are strangers to the people of Beizhen Fusi.

If you admit it quickly, the chicken soup will turn into blood soup at this moment.

Zhao Changyi understood the master's smile, and was silent for a long time, "I didn't wear a flying fish suit, and I didn't have an embroidered spring knife, so ah, I don't understand anything, drink soup and drink soup, think about so much, I just want to kidnap a wife and go home to cultivate!" ”

The master raised his eyebrows, slightly disdainful.

I was a little frightened by this young man named Zhao Changyi, who seemed to have no scheming, but in fact he was very scheming...... I'm afraid that this kind of person will smile with you before, and he can give you a knife in the back in the blink of an eye.

That Zhu Qi seems to have died under his embroidered spring knife?

Li Ruyu has a sense of crisis.

Xiao Xiao is ignorant, although he has himself in his heart, he can't stand Zhao Changyi's dead face, this guy is very knowledgeable, and often makes a little smile with funny things in the outside world and giggles.

Fortunately, Master and Aunt Zhou are on their side.

Zhao Changyi was guarding Xiao Xiao outside the private school when he had nothing to do, which made Li Ruyu extremely speechless.

This thing is very idle, and it is estimated that out of the mentality of knowing oneself and knowing that the other side will win all battles, or because he wants to know the truth about his immortality, he always comes to chat with him.

However, if he doesn't hit the smiling man, he always looks like he is smiling.

Li Ruyu couldn't unite his spirit and spirit when he split the stick, so when Zhao Changyi harassed him, he simply took out the sword book drawn by his master and figured it out.

Zhao Changyi looked at it for a moment, and said categorically: "This sword score is too clumsy, you practice this sword score well to participate in the martial arts, and if you don't get beaten all over the ground in the first level, I will lose." ”

Li Ruyu didn't object, and smiled, "This is originally an introductory sword technique. ”

It's not even a sword skill, it can only be counted as some common sense skills in kendo - it is estimated that there is no ranger who can't.

Zhao Changyi nodded in approval.

I was actually a little shocked in my heart.

The master's kendo teaching to Li Ruyu has the demeanor of a famous teacher.

Don't look at it as a simple splitting stick, but it contains the truth of swordsmanship, which is something that has been ignored by many rangers in Da Liang: any high-rise building is built brick by brick from the foundation.

Most of the rangers in the world like to be fancy and chic, so they start to practice high-end swordsmanship when they practice swords...... However, it ignores that the foundation determines the height.

Li Ruyu's splitting stick seems simple, but it is actually a basic practice method that returns to the basics.

For example, when I first saw Li Ruyu splitting a stick, the trajectory was different every time he swung it, and it was a little floating, but recently he has been chopping a stick a lot more steadily.

If in the future, Li Ruyu's trajectory can be as stable as Mount Tai with every stick split, and if he goes up the next floor, the trajectory of every stick can be exactly the same, then his kendo will enter the room.

Li Ruyu on that day was where the heart goes, where the sword goes, and those dazzling and dazzling high-level sword skills come at your fingertips.

And on the other side of the splitting stick, there is no trace of the avenue.

This master is really not ordinary.

However, after reading the sword spectrum, Zhao Changyi couldn't help but say something about this special sword spectrum?

Can the Nima outlined by this line be called a person?

Shit!

Li Ruyu couldn't help but laugh with a strange look on his face.

Zhao Changyi was at a loss, "What kind of attitude do you have, don't you agree?" Don't break your conscience, won't your conscience hurt if you lie? ”

Behind him, a light voice came from the clouds, "The shit in your mouth, I drew it." ”

The master didn't know what to stand behind Zhao Changyi.

looked strange, "Do you want to try this shit-like sword spectrum, can it beat you into a pile of shit?" ”

Zhao Changyi's face changed greatly, and he turned around and ran.

For many days, Zhao Changyi has seen the master clearly, and he is happy and free without losing the arrogance of a scholar, and when he occasionally says amazing words, the sky will be thunderous.

The Master is now accustomed to it, and even has some disdain for this muffled thunder.

Zhao Changyi had no doubt that the master was not only a talented Confucian, but also a master of swordsmanship, and even more so a stranger.

If he really gave up all his sword, he would really be a pile of shit.

Li Ruyu shouted from afar, "I forgot to tell you that the fish soup is delicious." ”

Zhao Changyi, who ran not far away, stumbled.

The voice of gnashing teeth drifted in the wind: "Dog's day! ”