Ouyang Dongli scolded Li Hongxiu, and his old face turned red immediately. He turned to look at Tang Qiuyu and asked, "Mr. Tang, I was listening to you guys talking about sword intent outside the door. What sword intent? Whose sword intent?"
Seeing Ouyang Dongli suffer a loss, Tang Qiuyu couldn't help but smile, pointed at Li Ye opposite and said, "Just now, sir, you were talking about your precious disciple's sword intent."
Ouyang Dongli was stunned, looked at Li Ye and asked, "Apprentice, when did you develop sword intent? Why haven't I heard of it?"
Li Ye was startled, looking at the careless master and not daring to quarrel with him.
He had no choice but to reply: "Disciple doesn't know either. I have to ask the teacher about this."
Ouyang Dongli was stunned again and looked up at Mr.
The gentleman smiled, handed him a cup of hot tea, and said, "I never taught him how to practice swordsmanship. He had the sword intention first and then the sword moves. Everything is God's will."
"The sword intention comes first, and then the sword lift? What does this mean?" Ouyang Dongli was confused.
Li Hongxiu sighed and repeated to Ouyang Dongli what his husband had taught him before, making Tang Qiuyu laugh on the sidelines.
"So, as long as you forge more swords, the forging of iron will also produce sword intent?"
Ouyang Dongli patted the table, and then continued to ask: "Boy, I forgot to ask you about the sword you made for Mr. Tang last time on the mountain, but I went in and we came back."
Li Ye looked at Ouyang Dongli and then at Tang Qiuyu.
Turning around, with a flick of his hand, a handful of cold autumn water appeared in his hand.
The moment Qiu Shui Wuhen left his space ring, a chill suddenly arose in the living room, and there was a soft roar, like a wolf howling and a dragon roaring.
Li Ye turned the sword upside down and handed the hilt to Tang Qiuyu.
He said softly: "The sword is three feet long, three points wide, and weighs twenty-eight kilograms. If you take care of it, you may be able to derive a sword spirit."
The four of them stared blankly at the sword in Li Ye's hand. Even the husband couldn't help but asked softly: "Advanced again?"
Tang Qiuyu took Qiushui Wuhen with both hands and gently stroked the sword body with a psychedelic look on his face.
He exclaimed: "What a sword without traces of autumn water." Following Tang Qiuyu's gentle caress, the sword flashed with a faint light and let out a soft moan.
Ouyang Dongli glanced at Li Ye, silently took the Qiushui Sword from Tang Qiuyu, put his fingers on the sword body and felt it carefully.
He tilted a few strands of long hair on the back of his head, placed it on the edge of the sword, and blew lightly.
Only a few strands of broken hair fell gently...
"Blow the hair and break the hair, what a good sword!" Ouyang Dongli smiled and returned the sword to Tang Qiuyu.
Li Ye looked at Ouyang Dongli and Mr., grinned, and replied proudly: "The disciple took it to the underground fire to re-calcine it for a few days, and then took it to the cold pool to quench it. In the end, it is what it is now."
When he finished speaking, he gave Mr. a look that meant he understood.
The husband nodded. He naturally knew that Li Ye must have added dragon bones to it, but he couldn't explain it clearly.
He could only exclaim: "It's an ordinary sword, but with some added materials and tempering in the Earth Fire Cold Pond, it's about to be transformed into a legendary spiritual sword. It's really unbelievable."
"Disciple, you are amazing. You have been working for me for decades, but you have not achieved such an achievement as you. You are truly worthy of being my disciple, Ouyang Dongli!"
Ouyang Dongli was filled with emotions. This result was something he never expected.
Li Hongxiu looked at Li Ye with a look like a cat seeing a fish, and said with a smile: "Little guy, my master's wife still doesn't have a good sword at her disposal..."
That means you have to figure it out yourself, and the future will be long.
Li Ye was anxious, looked at her and said, "Master, please don't be anxious. You just want to make a sword, but you don't have the materials now?" After speaking, he looked at his husband.
While he was talking, Xia Wutong came in with a pot of porridge. He looked at everyone and said, "I cooked some porridge. Let's eat some first to warm our stomachs."
Tang Qiuyu took out a white robe, wrapped Qiu Shui Wuhen and put it away quietly.
Looking at Ouyang Dongli and Li Ye, he said: "I, Tang Qiuyu, will remember the relationship between you master and apprentice for making swords. I will repay it as soon as possible when I return to the Central Region."
Shuowan asked Xia Wutong to sit next to him.
Seeing the drama without her, Li Hong glared at her man fiercely.
He stood up to serve the porridge and said with a smile: "Sister, just remember to give it to me. He and I won't need it. Mr. Ouyang comes here all the time to eat meat and drink wine recently, so he just uses it as cooking money."
After speaking, he placed the porridge in his hand in front of Ouyang Dongli.
Ouyang Dongli's face turned red, he looked at his husband and shouted: "Your wife is robbing money, and you don't care about it?"
The husband smiled and said nothing, just looking into his bowl.
Ouyang Dongli turned his head and looked at Li Ye again: "Your wife is stealing money!"
Li Ye was startled, looked back at Li Hongxiu, looked at Tang Qiuyu and replied: "Mr. Tang, what do I have... maybe give some to Mu Mu, that girl is a little money-lover."
After saying that, he no longer looked at the faces of Ouyang Dongli and Li Hongxiu.
Knowing that this argument was fruitless, he didn't want to get involved.
"Who wants to give Mu Mu money? That's great. Today is the Chinese New Year!" As he was talking, Mu Mu walked in, rubbing his eyes.
Sitting down next to Li Ye, he waved his hand and a wooden comb appeared in front of him.
Li Ye was so happy that he held the wooden comb with one hand and stroked Mu Mu's long hair with the other.
He smiled and said, "I heard from Mr. Ouyang and Mistress that they and Mr. Tang both want to give Mumu lucky money."
Upon hearing this, Mu Mu screamed, turned to look at Xia Wutong, grinned and said, "Senior sister, they will give it to you too, right?"
Xia Wutong glanced at Li Ye with a blushing face, and thought to herself: "This is this, this is that, how can I answer."
It was Tang Qiuyu who helped her out. While reaching for the bowl, he said with a smile: "Mumu is right. After the New Year's Eve dinner later, we will give you three little guys lucky money."
When Ouyang Dongli heard this, he looked at Li Ye and said, "Master is a pauper. You pay this new year's money for me."
When Li Ye, who was combing Mu Mu's hair, heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Master, don't worry, I will honor you with the new year's money after dinner."
Li Hongxiu couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and her branches were shaking with laughter.
Pointing at Ouyang Dongli, he said: "As a master, you actually want a young apprentice who is practicing in the mountains to give you lucky money. I am laughing so hard."
Ouyang Dongli blushed, glanced at Li Hongxiu, and said, "It seems you don't want the reward of my apprentice for making swords." After saying that, he picked up the bowl and drank the porridge.
Li Hongxiu was suddenly stunned, thought for a while, endured it, looked at everyone and said: "Today is the Chinese New Year, let's say some happy words and think about something delicious to make for a while..."
...
On ordinary days in the mountains, eating is a happy thing.
What's more, it's New Year's Eve.
Li Ye took out a few winter bamboo shoots that he dug out when he went down the mountain yesterday.
Mu Mu also dug out the pheasant that she and Xia Wutong had caught a few days ago from the snow.
Tang Qiuyu took out the fine wine he had brought from Zhongyu and had been reluctant to drink more.
Li Hongxiu took out the meat, pastries, and melon seeds bought from Buddha Capital and filled the table.
The most powerful one was Ouyang Dongli, who walked outside the living room door and pulled out a roe deer from the snow.
Grinning, he said: "I spent a lot of effort to get this back yesterday. I'm not here to eat for free. How can I eat it for four or five days?"
Li Hongxiu took Mu Mu to the door, looked at the big roe deer, and asked: "This must weigh four or five hundred kilograms, right? I've convinced you!"
Mu Mu walked into the snow, touched the roe deer's fur, turned to look at Ouyang Dongli and said, "Mr. Ouyang, can I make this a roe deer for Mu Mu?"
Ouyang Dongli was startled, pointed at Mr. Li Yehe in the room and said, "I don't understand this matter. Ask them two."
The husband also came out at this time, looked at the roe deer in the snow, and smiled: "I didn't get anything out of here. I will tan the leather some other day and make a leather rug for each of you two little girls. It can be considered as a gift." ."
Li Hongxiu walked over, took her husband's hand and said coquettishly, "I want a scarf."
The husband was about to refuse when an almost inaudible voice came from behind him: "Well, I want one too..."
The old man's face turned red and he almost fell to the ground.
Ouyang Dongli waved his hand and shouted: "Women, boil some water!"
When Mu Mu heard this, she got into the house and pulled Xia Wutong happily towards the kitchen.
Li Hongxiu also pulled Tang Qiuyu to follow.
After a while, the laughter of several women came from the kitchen.
"Would you like to make braised roe deer later?" Tang Qiuyu asked softly.
"I like to eat hot pot made by my brother!" Mu Mu said.
"I like to eat the meat grilled by that little guy!" Li Hongxiu is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
"Well, can you cook a little of it?" Xia Wutong also had a strong appetite.
Mu Mu looked at her while adding firewood to the stove and said, "If you want to eat barbecue, tell me and I will let my brother roast it for you. It's enough."
"Oh, I also have dried pickled fish I bought from the mountains. I will stew it with the winter bamboo shoots that guy Li Ye dug up later. It would be a pleasure to eat bamboo shoots in this weather."
Li Hongxiu smiled while putting the ingredients down on the table.
"I didn't expect that in such thick snow, my junior brother could still dig winter bamboo shoots. It's really rare."
Xia Wutong was next to Mu Mu, her little face burned red by the fire.
Li Hongxiu looked at the two little guys squatting by the stove, then glanced at Tang Qiuyu, and said thoughtfully: "It seems that we will be a family before long."
Two red clouds suddenly appeared on Tang Qiuyu's face, and she turned to glare at Li Hongxiu.
Mu Mu, who was about to start talking, suddenly said: "Master's wife, aren't we just a family now?"
When Li Hongxiu heard this, she laughed loudly and said at the top of her voice, "Who says we are not a family? Anyone who dares to say so will be beaten by my wife."
...
When Li Hongxiu and Tang Qiuyu carried two large buckets of water to the yard, Ouyang Dongli, with the help of his husband, had already untied a large roe deer.
I saw an oversized animal skin lying in the snow at the edge of the yard, which was very eye-catching.
While cleaning the meat, the gentleman looked at Li Hongxiu and said, "Don't throw away the water for washing the meat. When it gets cold, pour it under the pear tree. Next year's autumn pears will be even sweeter."
Li Hongxiu raised her head, glanced at the pear tree in the middle of the yard, and asked inexplicably: "Can we still eat these autumn pears next year?"
Mu Mu, who was standing under the eaves, tilted her head and looked at her and asked, "Why can't I eat?"
The gentleman who was cutting the meat felt a thump in his heart and sighed secretly: Maybe he really won’t be able to eat it next year.
The troublesome issues in the Central Territory are still waiting for him to deal with when he returns.
This is Li Hongxiu's second and last New Year's Eve spent on Fangcun Mountain.
That year, she really didn't eat the autumn pear watered with roe deer meat.
By the time she ate it again, it would be several years later.
Things in the world are like chess, who can decide?
...
On New Year's Eve this year, both Mr. and Ouyang Dongli were drunk, Tang Qiuyu and Li Hongxiu were also drunk, and Bian Xia Wutong and Mu Mu also asked Li Ye to help them into the house and lie down.
At midnight, Li Ye was the only one in Ruoda's living room, sitting alone under the lamp, with steam rising from the small red clay stove on the table.
The snow outside the house didn't know when it stopped. The whole Fangcun Mountain was quiet.
After cleaning up the mess on the table, Li Ye took out the light yellow Huxuan cloth and ground an inkstone with boiling water in the pot.
At this moment, he was thinking about what his parents and sister were doing in Fengyun City. There is also the elder sister from the Royal Academy. She is not drunk, but she still has many thoughts, and her heart has already flown thousands of miles away.
With a wave of his hand, there were ink stains on the table that penetrated the paper.
Who can ask about the empty mountain? The cold lamp is only friendly.
The year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away.
Liaoluo thinks about the past, and laughs at this body.
With sorrow and kindness, spring will come again tomorrow.
After writing, he put away his pen and ink, took out the knife in his arms, and walked out of the door.
After a while, as the wood chips fell in front of the living room door, a couplet jumped up.
After sweeping away the sawdust on the floor and the dust around the living room, Li Ye returned to the table in the living room, picked up the kettle, poured himself a cup of hot tea, held it in his hand and blew gently.
