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Li Changtian commented casually, and the moonlight shone through the skylight. He was dressed in a plain white gown, bathed in the moonlight, and spoke philistine words, but he was more free and easy than an immortal.
"Ten swords."
After pondering for a while, Su Qinian said: "Before the first class, I can kill you ten times."
Li Changtian thought for a while and said: "The "Life-breaking Sword" cuts off external evils, straightens one's clothes, and understands one's own identity. It is indeed the best sword to break through the realm and calm the mind, but it is still a little short of it."
Su Qinian finally frowned. He suddenly felt that Yuexia Fengyu was a little greedy. He just helped him resist the possible capture of a group of Hunyuan realm old monsters, but he could bring at least eleven clansmen to the Li family. He has finally stepped into the first-class Hunyuan realm, but he is still a little short of it.
"Don't think I'm greedy." Li Changtian turned his back to Su Qinian, and his eyes looked through the skylight, as if he could reach the nine heavens, and said, "Necessity and need are not equal in nature, so people tend to give icing on the cake and help in the snow. It’s the latter that matters most.”
Su Qinian fell silent. In his death furnace, there were still hundreds of drops of vitality liquid, more than ten Open Sky Pills, three Dragon and Tiger Pills, and a Concentrating Pill. As for the Ruyi Jun Iron, the Divine Iron had The spirit, from the moment it agrees with his mind, is no longer exchangeable, and if it is shown to others, it may be more troublesome than him.
Just when Su Qinian was about to take out all his family assets except Ruyi Juntie, Li Changtian's voice sounded again.
"This is almost the same. In this way, I have an only son who has never liked martial arts. He will go to the Royal Academy of Chang'an City to study in the near future. You will go with him. Before you leave Chang'an City, just teach him something. "
Su Qinian looked surprised, and he couldn't figure it out. As rich as the Li family, as powerful as the wind and rain under the moon, Li Changtian, who is one of the world's best masters, what else could he not teach? He needs to be borrowed from an outsider.
Is it martial arts or something else?
However, Su Qinian did not hesitate. This was his rare chance to reach Chang'an City safely.
same. He also understood that no matter what the purpose of going to Chang'an was, Wudang, or even any other martial arts sect or family, would not be able to send a master to accompany him. If he were still the ordinary disciple of Qingyang Peak, the situation might be different. Sometimes, one cannot just look at the surface superficially. Su Qinian understood that, so he went down the mountain alone that night.
Only a large family like Beili, which is between the court and the martial arts world, can get rid of these worries. They do not belong to the court or the martial arts world, they are just businessmen.
And merchants do business. Just look at the price.
Su Qinian had made it this far, so no matter what, he had to make this deal happen. Fortunately, he succeeded.
In the middle of the night, Su Qinian was taken to the guest room of the Li Mansion to rest. It was said to be a guest room, but it was actually a rather elegant courtyard. Su Qinian was not sleepy, and he stood quietly in the courtyard. Look at the bright moon above the nine heavens slanting to the west. Until Chen hour, the sun has not risen yet, but it is raining in the sky.
June rain. The dripping water, a little cool and a little sticky, fell on the body and wet the black hair.
Su Qinian was thinking about what it would be like to go to Chang'an. He felt a little uneasy and timid about those unfamiliar and familiar people or things, but he was not afraid.
You will always go back, it's just sooner or later, he told himself, there is no difference.
As soon as the morning rain started, a servant of the Li family came to the yard holding an oil-paper umbrella and asked him to come and talk. It was an invitation from the young master of the Li family who was about to accompany him.
Li's Mansion was very large, and Su Qinian followed his servants around several corridors before arriving at a garden.
There are rare trees and exotic flowers everywhere, and more than 30% of them are even unknown to Su Qinian. They obviously do not exist in ordinary books. They are all rare treasures in the world. Su Qinian knows everything. No less than a few hundred taels of snow silver, and only the Li family could be so wealthy.
There was a lotus pond in the garden. It was raining in June. Seeing the lotus flowers blooming in June, Su Qinian noticed that there was a young man standing in front of the lotus pond.
As if he sensed someone coming, the young man turned around. He looked about fourteen or five years old. He was wearing a plain white gown, but he looked like his father.
His eyes were calm, he looked delicate and handsome, his eyebrows were thick, and he was holding a book in his hand. Apparently, he was reading in front of the lotus pond watching the rain in the morning.
In Su Qinian's view, this was a bookish young man. Although his muscles and bones were strong, there were no traces of martial arts training, and his skin was a little loose. This made him a little surprised. This only son who was exposed to the wind and rain looked like his muscles and bones had long been damaged. Growing up, it’s a bit strange that he has never practiced foundation building skills.
But soon, he caught a hint of disdain and contempt in the young man's eyes, which seemed to be directed at him and somewhat specious, but it was not shown.
The servants led him to the pavilion where he had been standing for a long time, and then left.
It was drizzling outside the pavilion, and neither of the two people inside the pavilion spoke for a while.
"Brother Su, in front of you, Li Chengdao, please be polite."
Finally, the young master of the Li family spoke, even more bookish.
"Brother Li, you're welcome."
Su Qinian responded, a little surprised. From the name of the young master of the Li family, he could understand a lot of meanings.
"I heard that Brother Su is the palm peak of Wudang Qingyang Peak and the achiever of the tenth level of Wudang's Turtle and Snake Kung Fu," Li Chengdao said again, his expression looking a bit rigid, "Father asked Brother Su to go with me. Said Brother Su would teach me a skill."
Su Qinian didn't understand the young man's thoughts, so he didn't respond.
"I know very well the significance that Brother Su has in the younger generation of the martial arts world. These achievements are not simple and are enough to be remembered in history. However, these are not what I want," Li Chengdao said in a deep voice, "So, I will not learn Brother Su's skills. Please put your mind aside. This journey to Chang'an City may be the last time we get along. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Brother Su also came from a scholarly family, so it should be I’ll understand.”
After saying that, the young master of the Li family, who had just turned fifteen this year, walked straight into the drizzle in June without holding an umbrella, and allowed the rain to wet his clothes.
Su Qinian suddenly understood why Li Changtian wanted to accompany his only son, who was about to study in Beijing.
Taking a deep breath, Su Qinian suddenly showed a wry smile. What he could teach might not make people happy, but in this world, many times, people would not be happy.
An inexplicable conversation, an equally inexplicable realization, and the June rain came and went quickly. Su Qinian looked back at the lotus pond behind him, and saw a few green lotus flowers blooming silently.
The journey to Beijing started sooner than expected.
As soon as it cleared up after the rain, Su Qinian was led to the backyard by the servants of the Li Mansion. It was a short team, with three carriages, one with people in it, and two with cargo. The coachmen were not The imaginary sweaty horses are just a few tall and powerful looking horses. They would be fine in ordinary homes, but in this Li Mansion, they would seem a bit shabby.
Su Qinian boarded the carriage, opened the curtain, and saw Li Chengdao sitting on a soft cushion reading a book. When Su Qinian came in, he nodded slightly and immersed himself in his own world.
After burning incense, the three carriages drove out of the Li Mansion one after another. Su Qinian never saw the Yuexia Fengyu again, and in the carriage, the only heir of contemporary Bei Li, was much calmer than Su Qinian imagined.
Reading clearly means that it may not strengthen the body, but it can nourish the mind and calm the mind. This is what Su Qinian agrees with.
The carriage was very dull. Li Chengdao was reading very seriously. Although the coach was just an ordinary horse, it was still different. At least Su Qinian had never ridden in such a stable carriage. He could not even feel the bumps and his energy was exhausted. When he opened it, he saw the many ingenuities contained in the carriage's axle. It was extremely complex and obviously beyond the ability of ordinary skilled craftsmen to create.
Su Qinian did not take the initiative to speak. In fact, he could feel that the young master of the Li family in front of him did not want to have too much contact with him, so naturally he had no interest in talking.
Su Qinian's eyes turned and fell on the groom driving the car outside the curtain. He was said to be a groom, but he was the chief steward of the Li family. He was dressed very ordinary and looked like a somewhat wealthy old man. He had a gentle face and always had a touch of There was a faint smile, but Su Qinian did not dare to look down upon him in the slightest. Apart from the grooms who drove the other two carriages, the only one accompanying him was the chief steward.
In other words, this person is the chief escort of this escort.
From the old man, Su Qinian could not feel the slightest fluctuation of power. He seemed to be an ordinary old man, but he did not peek with his spiritual body. He believed that no truly strong man would like such a look. Outside of enemies, it's not polite.
Of course, ever since he descended Wudang Mountain, Su Qinian firmly believed that his ability to cause trouble would continue to deepen as time went by.
Su Qinian did not see Monk Xukong, but he was not ten miles away from Ziyang City, so he concentrated his attention because there was a figure standing dozens of feet in front of the official road, an old figure, with white hair flying in the sun and eyes like an eagle. It's sharp, but even if it's bathed in the sun, it can't hide the feeling of twilight.
This figure was very familiar to Su Qinian, or in other words, the residual Jin Xing Qi on his shoulders was very familiar, and he was slightly agitated, as if he was aware of the Qi from the same source.
Instead of waiting for the old figure to speak, on the carriage shaft, the chief steward of the Li Mansion, the gentle and kind-looking old man spoke, his tone was very light, not cold, but it seemed to make the sun hanging down from the nine heavens drop. A bit bleaker.
"Retreat or die."
On the official road, the old figure standing quietly had a cold gaze. He stood with his hands behind his hands and looked forward like an eagle, as if what he saw was not people, but prey running on the earth one by one.
"Who are you? You dare to talk to me like this." (Please give me a monthly ticket. A Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps!) (To be continued.)
