Yang Qinglong went to the guest room first and walked around, he didn't know Li Fuyao's room, so after walking around, Yang Qinglong went straight to the steward of the big ship, an old steward who was over the age of six.

The old steward can't afford to offend this swordsman who asks the Sword Sect, especially Yang Qinglong's reputation on the Dayu River and Lake is the loudest on the whole boat, and he is a swordsman who has made moves with Wang Bai, and the two intersect, even if the steward is backed by the Dayu court, he is afraid.

Therefore, after the guest secretary of the Sword Sect explained his intentions, the old steward did not hesitate to turn over the file and tell Li Fuyao's room everything, Yang Qinglong didn't say much, but before leaving, he looked deeply at the white-haired old steward several times.

The old steward immediately understood, and said confidently: "Mr. Yang, today's matter, the old man dare not say much, this is true for Mr. Yang, and the same is true for the rest of the people. ”

Yang Qinglong nodded, and went straight to Li Fuyao's room to investigate, but soon found that the young man with the sword box on his back was not in the room, and Yang Qinglong, who was slightly disappointed, walked to the bow deck.

The bow of the ship is full of people and tourists.

But Yang Qinglong still saw Li Fuyao at a glance among the crowd, the young man in green shirt with a sword box on his back, who was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

Yang Qinglong was stunned for a moment, and slowly walked towards the young man, during which he even deliberately made a lot of movements, if the young man's martial arts realm was not bad, he should know, but from beginning to end, the young man never turned his head, just leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.

Yang Qinglong was more careful.

When he came to Li Fuyao's side, he found that the young man was leaning on the railing, looking into the distance, but he was actually drinking, a pot of the most expensive pear blossom brewed on the boat, the wine is not strong, but it costs a lot of money, many high-rollers don't like this kind of wine, but many scholars like it very much, after all, if it is not strong, you can drink more.

Li Fuyao, who was gently shaking the wine jug, didn't know that Yang Qinglong was coming from behind him, but although this kind of Jianghu martial artist can still be said to be a master in the rivers and lakes, in front of the monks, there is actually no difference from ordinary people.

Li Fuyao was never worried that he would break out and hurt people.

Li Fuyao, who didn't take out the jade wine jug too ostentatiously, didn't look at Yang Qinglong, but he had some doubts about the arrival of this swordsman with a sword on his back, but that's all.

Yang Qinglong didn't rush to speak, but stood beside Li Fuyao for a long time before he sighed softly: " The scenery of the immortal ferry is actually top-notch compared to the rest of the many ferries in Dayu, this trip to the distance, in fact, no matter what, if you hide in the room all day is to spend those silver in vain, the scenery on both sides of the river is not much worse along the way, how much you can see is how much you earn back, many rich people would rather give up the safer land route to take this waterway, most of them are reluctant to take the scenery on both sides of the river, but now the season is not right, if you take this boat from Dayu to Yanling in early spring, not to mention much, you can see all kinds of flowers and plants along the way。 ”

Yang Qinglong talked eloquently, but Li Fuyao was just drinking wine and was silent.

Yang Qinglong was a little puzzled at first, but after he sniffed, he smiled and said, "Childe's pot of wine is made from pear blossoms on the ship, and I have never drunk it before, I wonder if Childe can make his wish?"

Li Fuyao silently threw the wine jug over, with a look

As always, keep your eyes on the distance.

Yang Qinglong took it and took a sip without hesitation, then wiped his mouth and threw the wine jug back to Li Fuyao, "The wine is good wine, not strong, and it is suitable for people like Gongzi who have poetry and books in their stomachs." ”

Li Fuyao was finally not ready to ignore Yang Qinglong's temptation, turned his head to look at the middle-aged man beside him, and laughed softly: "I heard many people gossiping at the bow of the boat before that there was a swordsman in this Dayu Jianghu, who was so bold that he dared to go to Wang Bai to compete with the sword, and he also survived thirty moves, so he became famous, and was said to be the person who is expected to become the leader of the sword in Dayu Jianghu after Wang Bai, that person is called Yang Qinglong, have you ever known each other?"

Yang Qinglong smiled casually, "It's exactly below." ”

Li Fuyao smiled and said: "Mr. Yang is a famous swordsman in the Dayu rivers and lakes, it should be said in a simple way, countless junior swordsmen will definitely ask Mr. Yang for a few swordsmanship when they meet Mr. Yang, a few words of experience, but why did Mr. Yang say so much to himself beside me, could it be that he felt that my roots were extraordinary, so that Mr. Yang had the idea of accepting apprentices?"

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

Li Fu shook his smile and said nothing.

Between the two, they can't say they know each other, and they naturally can't say too much about jokes.

Yang Qinglong thought for a moment, and suddenly asked softly, "Did the prince ever know about the Hidden Sword Gate?"

Li Fuyao turned his head and suddenly smiled: "I am not a person from Dayu in the first place, and I really don't know much about the Jianghu sect on Dayu's side. ”

Yang Qinglong's expression was different, obviously not immediately believing Li Fuyao's statement.

He said calmly: "The Tibetan Sword Sect is now based in Dayu, and it is one of the top ten sects in Dayu, not to mention that the swordsmen in the sect do not know how many people in the martial arts realm are profound, and Wang Bai's name alone should make the entire Dayu thunderous." Childe said that he didn't know, which was really unconvincing. ”

Li Fuyao said bluntly: "Mr. Yang might as well explain everything he wants to say thoroughly, it's actually not interesting to beat around the bush." ”

Yang Qinglong said to himself: "The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect like to carry the sword box when they travel, and there are several swords hidden in the sword box, but in any case, there will be a unified sword of the Tibetan Sword Gate, and I am presumptuous, but I still want to ask the prince to open the sword box to take a look?"

Li Fuyao frowned, "Mr. Yang's move doesn't make any sense. Am I a disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect It seems that Mr. Yang should not come to ask, even if Mr. Yang has any grievances with the Hidden Sword Sect and needs to act like this, then what does it matter to me?"

Yang Qinglong's expression was still gentle, he looked at Li Fuyao, and apologized: "This move is abrupt, but it is also a last resort, I hope Gongzi will forgive me." ”

Li Fuyao was calm and silent, but he didn't have the slightest idea of taking out the sword box.

Yang Qinglong said in a deep voice: "If the son insists on this, don't blame it. ”

Li Fuyao turned his head, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Yang is ready to force his shot?" ”

Yang Qinglong's expression was solemn, and he was about to reach out to take Li Fuyao's sword box.

It just came to an abrupt end after a few moments.

Just because Li Fuyao put the pot

When the wine was thrown into the river, the momentum of the whole person was completely different, which made Li Fuyao feel that the sword aura in front of him was strong, and he really couldn't open his eyes.

Yang Qinglong's expression was shocked, when had there ever been such a kendo master in the rivers and lakes, and the momentum alone made him feel that even Wang Bai had 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 has such an achievement, isn't this kendo talent many times stronger than Bai Zhi?

Yang Qinglong really had some suffering, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at his side, and found that the people around him didn't seem to be aware, which means that this young man should be targeting him Yang Qinglong alone, this control of true qi, Yang Qinglong sighed to himself.

Li Fuyao stood at the bow of the boat, stared at this Jianghu martial artist, and said calmly: " Before I practiced swords, I was half a scholar, even if there was no teacher or master who had told me any truth, but there were always some who understood, such as the phrase I remember very clearly, but the truth is, but no one liked to tell me at that time, probably because I think that a child and him have some reason, which is understandable, but now I am not that child, why is Mr. Yang still unwilling to reason with me, is it true that the size of a fist to distinguish between right and wrong?"

Yang Qinglong's face turned red, and he said with difficulty: "Isn't Gongzi a monk on the mountain?"

Li Fuyao turned his head and said in disgust: "Is it that the mountain monk has anything to do with our reasoning, could it be that I am a mountain monk, and you, Mr. Yang, want to agree with all the truths I said, and I am an ordinary person, so Mr. Yang completely ignores me?"

Yang Qinglong smiled wryly, he really didn't know what to say to change his mind to the young man in front of him.

Li Fuyao withdrew his qi, waved his sleeves, and looked at Yang Qinglong panting, not having the gentle gaze as before, and when he looked at Yang Qinglong, there was no kindness.

"Your sword embryo who asked the Sword Sect is naturally your baby pimple, but for me, it doesn't mean anything, I am not a disciple of the so-called Hidden Sword Sect, and I don't have the slightest interest in that sword embryo, if Mr. Yang sends someone to test it again, I don't mind throwing all four of you into the river, although the weather is not cool now, but presumably Mr. Yang is not willing to be thrown into the water. ”

Yang Qinglong clenched his fists in embarrassment, "In the next abruptness, Wanwang Gongzi forgives his sins." ”

Now he doesn't think about what this young man has to do with the Tibetan Sword Gate, just the momentum he revealed before is already much stronger than that Wang Bai who is higher than the sword path above the sky, and now no matter what he says, what does it have to do with the Tibetan Sword Gate, if that Sword Mountain doesn't know how many years have not left the Sword Mountain, he Yang Qinglong will definitely not hesitate to think that Li Fuyao is a disciple of the Sword Mountain, and only the swordsman who has come down from the Sword Mountain will be young enough to make Wang Bai out of reach.

If you really want to compare the swordsman on the mountain with the martial artist under the mountain, it is like one is a relative of the emperor and the other is a small citizen of the market, it is not that they can afford to provoke such a martial artist in the rivers and lakes.

Yang Qinglong, who had complicated thoughts, was about to turn around and leave, when Li Fuyao suddenly shouted: "Give me a pot of pear blossom brew." ”

Yang Qinglong suddenly turned his head.

A young man in a green shirt was looking into the distance.

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