The old man's cooking skills are indeed exquisite, and with a light stroke on the fish with a kitchen knife, the first half of the fish is taken away, which is the essence of the fish, and the remaining half is thrown aside without looking at it.

Li Wenshuo was observed by the privilege of grace, although he was not interested in cooking, but looking at the fat and tender fish, his index finger moved, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"This cooking, like practicing swords, you can't be in a hurry, you have to take your time, when the fire comes, everything will fall into place. The old man said meaningfully, and Li Wenshuo also nodded again and again in agreement, but a pair of eyes stared at the fish in the pot without blinking.

The bright red wild pepper is neatly spread on top of the fish head, and then poured with hot oil, only to hear the stinging sound, accompanied by the fragrance of the room, a plate of chopped pepper fish head is about to come out of the pot.

Li Wenshuo, who had been waiting for half an hour, was about to step forward when he saw this, but he was blocked by the old man's tall body, looked at Li Wenshuo coldly, and said: "This fish head is so big, how can it be enough for so many people to eat, call the little girl over in a while, and the two of us can eat." ”

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo was stunned, only to feel that a thunderbolt flashed in the sunny sky, and looked at his master, and said in despair: "Master, I am your own disciple." ”

Li Wenshuo's plea was directly ignored by the old man, and he walked out happily with a huge bowl the size of a basin in one hand.

Li Wenshuo sighed, turned to look at the back half of the fish body that was thrown aside by the old man, snorted coldly and brushed the pot to boil water, stewed the fish soup, listening to the movement here, Lao Huang also walked in, his body is not very easy to be injured, but once injured, it is particularly time-consuming to recuperate, but although the injury is not good, it does not affect him to move around, still holding the butter paper umbrella in his hand, looking at Li Wenshuo who is busy with interest, and asked: " Didn't the old man say that he would cook by himself this morning?"

Seeing Lao Huang, Li Wenshuo shook his head, sighed, and said in a weird manner: "That old man who is not ashamed, who only thinks about other people's little girls, makes a delicious meal, but he doesn't plan to give us two brothers at all." ”

"No, Uncle just called me over. Lao Huang defended, who knew that after hearing this, Li Wenshuo was stunned, and hurriedly took two steps back, saying: "Forget it, you can get busy first, I'll go to dinner first." ”

Suddenly, Li Wenshuo felt that he was being excluded, he froze in place, holding a soup spoon in his hand, looking up at the air, only to see a black eagle soaring in the air with its wings outstretched, and let out a sigh of relief, he turned his head and walked into the kitchen.

After a while, Li Wenshuo sat in front of the waterhole, holding a bowl of milky white fish soup in his hand, although the most essential part of the fish was missing, but it did not affect the deliciousness of the fish soup.

Without turning around, Li Wenshuo knew that it was Chen Yiyi, and said with a smile: "Yiyi, why are you here." ”

Chen Yiyi sat down next to Li Wenshuo with her knees in her arms, holding a tray in her hand, this period of time was like a dream for her, not only saw Li Wenshuo who had been thinking about it for a long time, but also worshiped the tenth master in the martial arts list as a teacher, and finally found that Li Gongzi's master turned out to be the martial arts master known as the sword saint and the first martial arts master in the world, but I don't know why, she was very calm in her heart.

Just like now she looked at Li Wenshuo calmly, feeling the purity in Li Wenshuo's eyes, her face was slightly red, she snorted, and said softly: "Okay, I saw that you didn't go to eat in the morning, and I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I specially left some for you, who knew that Gongzi you were eating alone here." ”

After speaking, he deliberately showed a touch of anger on his face, Li Wenshuo was stunned, he only felt warm in his heart, and he didn't speak, he turned his head to look at the pool in front of him, and after a night, there was a layer of thin ice two fingers thick on the pool.

He is really a person who is very easy to satisfy, as long as others are a little better to themselves, they will follow him and treat him as a friend. Isn't this not good, Li Wenshuo held the fish soup, thought like this, and suddenly said: " When I was a child, on the top of Nanshan, the master always beat me, of course not this master, it was the master who raised me since I was a child, he didn't let me do this, didn't let me do that, I knew he was for my good, but I was still very angry, because I didn't like the life imposed on me by others, so I chose to go out and walk the rivers and lakes, but as I walked, I found that my favorite was still that Taoist temple, I haven't seen it for a long time, and I still really miss the old Taoist priest. ”

Chen Yiyi looked at Li Wenshuo's side face, the sun shone on it, it looked extremely clean, and when she heard this, she said in a daze: "Then go back and take a look, although Jiangnan Road is far away from here, it won't take long with the strength of the child's feet." ”

"No, the old man told me before going out, if you don't mix up with yourself this time, you don't have to come back. ”

Chen Yiyi laughed, thinking that Li Gongzi was also a poor person who had no father and mother since he was a child, looking at Li Wenshuo's eyes unconsciously feeling a little distressed, and said softly: "Old man, it's just a hard mouth, but I still look forward to you going back." ”

"I know that, too. ”

Thinking of this, Li Wenshuo stood up, drank the fish soup in the bowl in one gulp, only to feel warm all over, looking at the huge waterfall in front of him, and the water dripping down drop by drop on the ice ridge dozens of feet high.

"But don't I lose face?"

Li Wenshuo smiled and shouted loudly, I don't know when the broken sword came to his hand, and said coldly: "You stand back." ”

Chen Yiyi hurriedly did as he was told, looking at Li Wenshuo who was holding a broken sword, not knowing what he was going to do.

Shangguan Yu in the room was suddenly stunned, looked out the window, sighed, and said with a smile: "How old is he this year." ”

Lao Huang obviously noticed the strangeness outside the house, but after noticing that it was Li Wenshuo who made the movement, he no longer cared, and concentrated on beating the old man's legs, and said softly: "Nineteen years old." ”

Shangguan Yu squinted slightly, a smile flashed on his face, and he said proudly: "When I was nineteen years old, the old man had no opponent in the Xuanche realm, it seems that I am still a master who is powerful." ”

Li Wenshuo held the broken sword in his hand and stood quietly in the center of the pool, his true qi surging, and there were snowflakes trembling around him and slowly floating, and then turned into two, three, and turned into finer powder.

With a slight touch of his toes, the thin ice that had just formed overnight under his feet was shattered again, and under the sun, Li Wenshuo was still standing quietly on the surface of the water, and the slightly churning water wet his shoes, but he did not sink.

Chen Yiyi looked at this scene, covered her mouth with her hands, her pupils shrank, and said in her heart, what kind of light work is this, it can stand on the water without sinking?

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Li Wenshuo's mouth, it was not that there was nothing under his feet, he was still stepping on a thin layer of crushed ice, but it was not much different from nothing.

The churning water splashed in the air, as if it was raining, the clothes on the body were windless and automatic, and a broken sword left the air, instantly piercing the layers of rain curtains, facing the rising sun, and came to the huge ice edge of the waterfall.

The waterfall is 300 zhang high, although it is frozen in ice, it is still magnificent, like a giant standing on the sky, looking down on the world condescendingly.

In comparison, Li Wenshuo's broken sword was like an inconspicuous little piece of iron.

However, Li Wenshuo's iron sword contained the most explosive sword intent, the sharpest sword qi, and how could a cloud of ignorant and insensible ice be able to resist it.

A flash of light flashed, and a huge ice pick above the waterfall snapped in unison, leaving a mirror-like cross-section.

The ice pick fell from an extremely high altitude to the ground, exploded in an instant, and turned into countless fragments, startling the birds in the forest, and also startling Chen Yiyi's heart, she involuntarily took a step forward, showing excitement on her face, what did she see?

That's the art of flying swords, the realm that countless swordsmen have pursued all their lives, does it really exist in reality?

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth suddenly fell silent, and countless straight lines seemed to suddenly appear on the waterfall, like spider webs.

Those lines were all cut out by Li Wenshuo's broken sword, and the next moment, the broken sword left a ray of light in the air and returned to Li Wenshuo's hand steadily.

Immediately afterward, the frozen waterfall cracked, and the ice began to peel off, and then it collapsed faster and faster.

A thunderous crash sounded constantly below the waterfall, and the flying snow left a white mist in front of Li Wenshuo.

Li Wenshuo gasped, looking at the messy waterfall with a pale face, although only for a moment, all the internal strength in his body was exhausted, but he still couldn't hide the joy on his face. The old man emphasized to him countless times that the technique of flying swords is just a small skill of carving insects, and it is the left way of the side, and there is no sword in his hand in the fancy swordsmanship, which Li Wenshuo agrees with, but this does not affect his yearning for the art of flying swords.

Since he saw the flying sword in the hands of Wudang Zhang Baoding at the bottom of the drunken immortal pavilion, his heart has not stopped yearning for the flying sword for a moment, and he only feels that he will not know the art of flying swords, where can he talk about chic, after realizing the sword this time, the understanding of the sword in his heart is more profound, and he has caught some skills in the dark.

After a while, the sound of water came from afar, and a wisp of clear water with a trace of white gas fell vertically from the height of the hundred feet, smashed on the huge pebbles, and burst into countless splashes, like a silver bottle bursting.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny streams of water fell from the sky, and in a few breaths, they converged into a white cloth belt that fell from the sky, and the sound of rumbling water was like thunder.