Li Bai laughed: "Everyone in the world knows that the sword on my Li Taibai's waist is just an ornament, and the wine gourd is the birth." Counting it, this Qinghong sword has not been unsheathed for almost ten years, how can there be anything to pass on to you? ”

This Qinghong is the sword of the Sword Saint back then.

Yu Lang was a little disappointed, and he didn't want to ask about raising my sword qi again.

Yu Chaoran said: "Lang'er, don't embarrass your third uncle, your father's (Tang called Grandpa) will tell you to be a happy person with no quarrel with the world, and don't get involved in grievances and grievances." ”

"My father, my father is my father again, he has never given me anything, why should he dictate my life?" Yu Lang complained in annoyance.

Li Baijian raised his eyebrows, these words seemed to have violated some taboo in his heart, and he was slightly angry: "Idiot, in order to let you survive, do you know what price your father paid?" ”

Yu Lang didn't give in: "I don't know, I don't care, I have the freedom to choose my own future." Although I don't even know his name, I guess it's an arbitrary tendon, doing things blindly on a rampage, and finally hitting his head and bleeding, and going to the other extreme, hoping that my son will do nothing in his life and avoid grievances. And how naïve is this argument? When you cut off your hands and feet, the enemy is so moved that he doesn't want to hurt you? ”

In fact, Dad's psychological aftermath can be somewhat understood, he has read Su Shi's "Washing Children's Play" - "Everyone raises a son and wants to be smart, but I have been mistaken by being smart all my life." I hope that the child will be foolish and reckless, and there will be no disaster and no difficulty to the minister. It's just that as a Tang man with a very avant-garde core, he can't accept this feeling of being arranged by someone.

Li Bai saw a little bit of the shadow of his old friend's youth from Yu Lang's body, and he felt pity in his heart: "You can't be completely wrong, he is indeed a stupid person with tendons, and he is also a genius who is not born in the world." Although he died young, he left you a big game of chess, and you will have to enter the game sooner or later, so why rush? I can't teach you for another reason. ”

The name Yu Jiaao stirred up a thousand waves in Yu Lang's heart, and he recalled what he had seen in the novel, the father and son who had the same name after more than a thousand years, and he got another book to wear back to the Tang Dynasty, which is not just a coincidence.

Perhaps, I crossed back to finish the unfinished chess game for him, but I don't know who will be the one on the other side of the chess game? Yu Lang thought to himself.

In the end, Yu Lang failed to convince Li Bai to pass on his art, but when Qingqing was leaving, he leaned into Xu Lang's ear and said softly, "I can accept you as an apprentice", Yu Lang smiled.

After Li Bai left, Yu Lang looked a little depressed. There is no one to guide the way, and it has become a fantasy to seek justice for the dead Yu Lang and the girl, and it is far away. The Li family has some power in Yangzhou City, and there are still people in the court with protective umbrellas - it is said that they have some connection with the traitorous Li Linfu, and it can be said that they are monolithic.

Yu Lang often dreamed that the girl in the big red dress floated in the night sky in a sad and sad way, covering the moon and all the light in the dream, and it never stopped spinning in a circle.

Seeing his grandson depressed every day, Yu Chaoran was really distressed. In order to lift Yu Lang's spirits, Yu Chaoran personally taught him martial arts, Yu Chaoran did not understand sword qi, cultivation and other mysterious things, he may have had experience in the army in his early years, most of the teaching is hand-to-hand combat in the army, fighting skills, weapons are mainly sticks, long lances. What impressed Yu Lang the most was Yu Chaoran's archery, an arrow shot through a fly a hundred steps away, but Yu Lang saw it with his own eyes.

According to Yu Chaoran, although these martial arts in the army are not in the stream, and they are not even recognized as martial arts by everyone in the world, if they are practiced to the extreme, they can become a few masters in the world.

Yu Lang was extremely focused on studying, getting up early every day, first running two laps around the river, and then reviewing and practicing the boring military long boxing. The afternoon time was mainly used for Wen Shu, not for the imperial examination, but he felt that he needed to stock up on some knowledge that was popular in the world. Yu Lang was pleasantly surprised by the original calligraphy talent of this body, as long as he put on the brush, he naturally knew how to move the pen, and the words written were gentle and free, quite the style of Wang Youjun. In such an era, a good word can undoubtedly take some advantage.

The time of January passed in a hurry, and Yu Lang entered the realm very quickly, and when learning martial arts, he drew inferences from one another and bypassed others, which made Yu Chaoran admire. It's a pity that he was born with thin bones and young age, and no matter how much he exercised, he could only barely pull out a bow of one stone (about 100 catties in the Tang Dynasty). Although the old man didn't say much, Yu Lang himself figured out the joints, and those who practiced martial arts in the army and reached the top level were all born with divine power, copper muscles and iron bones, and only in this way could they level the gap with the internal strength of the martial arts master with their physical fitness. In his own case, even if he practiced these fighting techniques to the extreme, he would not be able to stop a round of cavalry charging on the battlefield.

The current problem is very clear, Yu Lang needs an internal family technique similar to "Yangwu Sword Qi" to lay the foundation. In Datang, the internal family exercises have always been the monopoly of the children of the family, one is the high price of the exercises themselves, the other is the need for the guidance of famous teachers, and the third is that a large amount of medicinal supplements need to be consumed in the qi cultivation stage. Datang seems to have left a lot of promotion channels for lower-class people, but most of them are fantasy bubbles, whether it is studying or practicing martial arts, it takes a lot of resources, and it is difficult for ordinary people to support this consumption, even if they want to join the army, the value of an ordinary long lance is about 10 taels of silver, and the threshold is not low.

Yu Lang gritted his teeth, took out 5 taels of silver and went to buy a copy of the worst street "Xuanyuan Qi Cultivation Technique", combed the muscles and veins according to the guidance inside, introduced qi into the body, and practiced until his eyes turned black, and he suffered another illness. Instead of growing, his physical strength was much weaker than before.

Yu Chaoran was really angry this time, and accepted the "Xuanyuan Qi Cultivation Technique", not to mention, but also took away the last five taels of silver on Yu Lang's body. In fact, Yu Lang's illness cost a lot of money, and the grandparents and grandchildren were really stretched. Yu Chaoran is used to living a rich life, he has no means of making a living, and it is not good to be a street performer, after all, he was also a figure with a head and a face.

After recovering from his illness, Yu Lang took on the responsibility of supporting his family, bought some timber, asked someone to hire a cart, and went to set up a stall to make a small business to make a temporary living.

Yu Chaoran didn't care for his grandson, but he knew that his time was short, and Yu Lang could only face the long road of life in the future, so he consciously exercised Yu Lang's ability to make a living.

At three o'clock every day, Yu Chaoran lit an oil lamp and put on his coat to go to the kitchen to steam steamed buns, all of which were steamed buns with fillings, and the fillings also took a lot of thought, and he was reluctant to buy meat, so he carefully prepared them with vegetarian dishes and sauces. After the steamed buns are steamed, they are put into a special food box and covered with a layer of arrowroot cloth soaked in hot water to keep warm.

When the sky was bright, Yu Lang pushed the cart to the bridge to take a seat, and then secretly took out a copy of "Xuanyuan Qi Cultivation Technique" from the inner pocket of his chest clothes and continued to figure it out. The inner pockets on the clothes were sewn by themselves, and the books were also copied when I was practicing calligraphy, but I didn't expect them to come in handy.

Although Yu Lang's mind is not on business, firstly, the seat is well chosen, and secondly, Yu Chaoran's steamed buns are doing well, and the business is not bad, and he can earn seven or eight Kaiyuan Tongbao in a day.

On this day, Yu Lang set up a stall, bathed in the morning breeze, and felt quite ambitious, wanting to try to draw qi into the body again, but was slapped on the shoulder.

"You're practicing like this, are you thinking it's too long!" It was the girl named Qingqing, and there was a little anger in her watery eyes.