Apprentices are always obedient, especially after experiencing the tempering of lifting a knife in the jungle, Guan Qingfeng has a natural awe for his master, who doesn't know his name and only knows his surname Li.

It's just that respect is greater than fear, or fear is greater than respect, this kind of thing is not clear to him.

The tofu brain is white and tender and smooth, and the fat and tender brain flowers are full of Dengden in that small bowl, this thing, northerners prefer salty taste, and some more extreme ones prefer spicy taste.

In the south, on the other hand, it is the sweetness that is preferred.

It is said that when there was a peaceful and prosperous era, the world was far from being so chaotic, the martial arts weapons were idle at home, and the literati and writers had nothing to do in the court, so it was for the sake of whether this tofu brain should be sweet or salty, and launched a protracted and fierce debate.

Of course, most of this kind of boring and talkative things are initiated by literati, and at this time, the generals are all watching the two sides quarrel with great interest and have a red face and thick neck.

One by one, they were gearing up to think about when the two sides could fight, but the final result was always disappointing, and in the end, the voices were hoarse, and no one made a move.

Lee Man-seok grew up in Gangnam Province, but he still likes salty tofu brains, and he has been since he was a child.

Because the tofu brain under the South Mountain is sweet.

Guan Qingfeng was also very happy, but it wasn't because of this bowl of tofu brain, he who had lived the life of a young master since he was a child, did not distinguish between grains and grains as written in the book.

On the contrary, he eats a lot of this stuff, and he doesn't think there's anything special.

What really made him happy was that he suddenly found that his master was not alone, he still had a senior sister and a little junior sister who had not yet been born.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, because his father had told him that people who had no worries were the most terrible.

Back in the room, the bed was made and there was a cup of hot tea on the table.

Li Wenshuo looked at Guan Qingfeng, who was sitting there quietly, and said with a smile: "Take a good rest, wait until tomorrow, we will set off again, and there will not be much time for us to rest at that time." ”

Guan Qingfeng's expression was a little melancholy, and the little thoughts of the child couldn't be hidden, and they were always written on his face.

Li Wenshuo laughed helplessly and said, "What's wrong?"

Guan Qingfeng raised his head, looked at Li Wenshuo, and said with a slight cry: "Master, do you think my sister will be fine, Song Huai, that villain will definitely not give up." ”

After saying this, Guan Qingfeng lowered his head and was silent, tears overflowing from his stagnant eyes like spring water.

No one would have thought that in the future, the sword god of the South China Sea who was cold and ruthless, would be a little ghost who cried his nose at every turn when he was young.

Even many years later, when the brothers and sisters got together, Li Tianyi always teased with a little mockery, saying that you, a crybaby, have been following the master for so long, but you have learned half of the master's skills.

Li Wenshuo also bowed his head and was silent, touched his head, and said softly: "Don't worry, your sister doesn't look like a short-lived person, and I've seen it, that old servant of your family is also very powerful, so it should be fine." ”

"Really?" Guan Qingfeng looked up at Li Wenshuo, there were still some tears left in his clear big eyes, which made people feel distressed.

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven. ”

Li Wenshuo can only give this answer.

"I hate Destiny. ”

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo couldn't help but think of the Jianghu ranger he had met on the road when he was in Fenghuazhou, claiming to be the reincarnation of a certain immortal, and thought of what he had encountered over the years, and sighed helplessly.

The heart is alive in the world, and nine times out of ten things are unsatisfactory, if you can, who doesn't hate the destiny of heaven.

"Then let's practice our swords. ”

"If you become a peerless master, won't you have these troubles anymore?"

"There will still be. ”

"Then why do I still practice swords. ”

"Because if the sword in your hand can be invincible in the world, then maybe when the destiny of heaven does not go your way, you can still have one more choice, otherwise, you can only hate the destiny of heaven. ”

Li Wenshuo said this sentence extremely indifferently, and sat cross-legged on the bed and began to run the Zhou Tian Gong Method to accumulate divine consciousness.

Guan Qingfeng didn't dare to disturb his master's practice, so he had to carefully find the firewood knife that had been opened, and carefully wiped it with a damp cloth dipped in water.

At this moment, he was more determined to practice swordsmanship, and he couldn't tell the specific reason, in short, he was a little sad.

But the sorrow of a child comes and goes quickly.

This is no exception, even for the future Sword God.

The next day, when the sun showed the first rays of morning light, he woke up, and at this time, Li Wenshuo handed over a sheathed short sword to his hand, and all the haze was swept away.

The short sword was about a foot and a half long, not sinking, and weighed just three catties, exactly the same as the firewood knife he held two days ago.

For no other reason, Li Wenshuo told the blacksmith at that time that he could only afford to pay three catties of iron, and he would not give any more.

Guan Qingfeng slowly pulled out the long sword, and a ray of sunlight also shone on the sword through the window, and the cold light made people's eyes hurt, and it seemed to be much more powerful than the sword of unknown origin encountered in the forest.

But Li Wenshuo knew that this sword was bought by him on the black market, and the iron sword, which was originally only worth seven or eight taels of silver, rose to twenty taels because of the implementation of the iron ban, which also made Li Wenshuo angry.

......

Tao Xingzhi is the swordsman who does the most black work in the Jiangnan Province, but still thinks he is a decent person.

Rudely took the silver from his employer's hand, and then threw the head of the bag over, and in the midst of his employer's fearful gaze, he cast the same disdainful look.

He didn't look down on these hired murderers, even though he was living on them for the rest of his life.

Speaking of why he practiced swords, the main reason was because his only relative since childhood, the blind old mother, died, and he had no money to buy a coffin for the old man.

The secondary reason was that the rich master took a fancy to his qualifications.

He also lived up to his expectations, and in just five years, he went from an unknown gangster to a feared master, defeating all the competitors in the city for his master.

And then he was gone, resolutely.

With a sword on his back, he wandered in this chaotic river and lake all day long.

He practiced swords for money, and now, he uses swords, also for money.

But perhaps it is precisely because of this that his sword intent is pure and powerful, a few days ago, the Qi family's gang, the most powerful in Qingzhou, sent countless masters to hunt him down, not only did not hurt a single hair of his hair, but he also killed many people.

Since then, the Qi Family Gang has not come to him again, and he doesn't care, because he feels that since he has killed so many people, he will die at the hands of someone after all.

This is a matter of course.

When the young man's hand was on his shoulder, his whole body subconsciously tightened, and he almost drew his sword, but he turned to look at the big and small who were also carrying the long sword, and the warm smile.

Tao Xingzhi felt a little weird, but he couldn't say what the weird was.

The tall and thin handsome young man in white put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile, "Brother Tai is the life-urging tiger?"

He is the Urging Tiger, this is the nickname he uses when he does black work, and few of the people who do this line of work use their real names except for a few guys who are extremely famous and extremely frustrated.

But he shook his head desperately and said that I was not a life-urging tiger.

This is not nonsense, in the past, when I traded with my employer, I was dressed in black and masked, with iron armor attached to my coat.

Now that it's good, I just took off my clothes, and I haven't had time to enjoy the money and money, and I haven't had time to talk to Xiao Cui'er about redeeming herself and having children in the future.

Maybe it's the next family or the enemy's guy who came up, which makes Tao Xingzhi, who is drunk today, not angry?

It's really annoying to me!