The maid told Li Xiuyuan what happened in the city, cooked a meal for Xiaohu, and hurriedly left while it was still early and headed down the mountain.
After Xiaohu put on the cotton-padded jacket, he felt uncomfortable all over. He looked at Li Xiuyuan and the fat monk and asked, "Why don't the great monk and the gentleman wear cotton-padded jackets?"
The fat monk laughed and said, "When you grow up, you will be just like your husband."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, thought for a while and said: "Next year I will take you to the imperial city of Da Qin. My brother Xiaohei is about the same age as you. He also has to wear a coat and practice swordsmanship in the snow..."
No matter how many reasons he didn't want to say, there was a little black guy in the imperial city who was used to spur the little tiger in front of him. In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, it was perfect.
After all, people of the same age will find similarities and resonate with each other.
Xiaohu was stunned. Firstly, he didn't expect that his husband would take him to the imperial city of Daqin. Secondly, he didn't expect that his husband had a younger brother who was about the same age as himself.
This time, he finally found a companion.
"Sir, is Xiao Hei a younger brother or older brother? Is he more powerful than Xiao Hu?"
Xiaohu clenched his fists and roared a few times, and suddenly he no longer felt there was anything wrong with wearing a cotton-padded jacket.
But Li Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing, patted his head and said with a smile: "Xiao Hei is naturally your brother. When you get to the Imperial City, you can follow him to the academy and stay for a few years."
Regardless of whether Xiaohu can grow up to become the largest king of the Xiongnu, at least when he and Xiaohei are in this world, they can protect him from the wind and rain.
And the Yan family, no matter whether she will return to the royal city to be his queen in the future.
The fat monk sitting aside thought for a while, looked at Xiaohu and said, "Xiaohu, I envy you. You can follow your senior brother to the imperial city, you have a powerful brother, and you can still be a student in the academy."
Xiaohu thought for a while, tilted his head and asked, "Sir, is the academy in the Imperial City good?"
Li Xiuyuan thought of the Master sitting under the snow-capped mountains, and of Xiao Hei and Shuzi practicing swordsmanship in the wind and snow, and replied calmly: "That is of course the best academy in the Qin Dynasty."
The fat monk thought about the legends about the academy, looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and murmured to himself: "Brother, is Master a saint?"
"He's not a saint yet."
Thinking about the Confucian classics written by Master, Li Xiuyuan then corrected: "But it does not prevent him from immediately becoming a saint after hearing the Tao."
At this moment, the fat monk remembered that he had ascended and left the master. He sighed and said, "I don't know if the master has become a saint."
When Xiaohu heard this, he took Li Xiuyuan's sleeve and asked, "Sir, are you also a saint?"
In his young heart, Xiaohu didn't understand what a saint was, but he could see the respect for the saint from the fat monk's eyes.
Then, the gentleman in his eyes must also be a saint.
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On the fifth day after the beginning of winter, Xiaohu unexpectedly achieved another level by practicing his sword in the snow.
The cultivation level broke through to the sixth level of Qi Gathering, which surprised Li Xiuyuan.
After coming to the grotto, he never gave Xiaohu any spiritual tea, let alone any spiritual wine or medicine.
However, from time to time, a few common people would come up from the mountains to burn incense, which made Xiaohu feel novel and gradually relaxed his fear of the royal city.
If you think about it carefully, it makes sense for you to bring Xiaohu to the grotto to practice.
Although life is a bit harsher, there are Buddhas and a kind fat monk here, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is a little more than that in the royal city.
Otherwise, the sages back then would not have thought of building a Buddhist cave here.
This place is comparable to the snow-capped mountains where the Master lives. If Xiao Hei came here with him, he would not leave behind his practice.
"Xiao Hei, how long have you been practicing sword practice today?" For the first time, the fat monk came to the cliff while Xiao Hei was practicing sword practice. He looked at Xiao Hei standing in the snow and smiled.
"Almost half an hour." Xiao Hei replied with a smile.
"What, you have to practice for half an hour in the snow? Is it too cold?" The fat monk didn't believe it, and Brother Xindao was too cruel.
"It's not cold. Sir, he said that he will practice for an hour tomorrow winter. Xiaohu will become as good as sir."
Xiaohu curled his lips, thinking about Mr.'s amazing sword attack, and wondered when and how he could do it.
The fat monk was speechless for a moment and could only stare at the falling snowflakes in the sky. He thought for a while and asked, "Xiaohu, did your husband carve on this stone wall again today?"
"Sir, he just went in for a while. He got up earlier than Xiaohu. He probably stayed in the snow for at least an hour."
The fat monk thought of Li Xiuyuan's persistence and was filled with emotion. He thought to himself: Why didn't he think of learning Taoist magic in the first place?
Xiaohu looked at his disappointed look and couldn't help but imitate his husband and comforted him: "I heard your husband mention that this rune method is not easy to learn. Without a hundred years of effort, I'm afraid a great monk wouldn't be able to learn it."
The fat monk was stunned and thought: How could he have the time to learn this rune? Unless the master had hidden his secrets and didn't want to teach him, he couldn't help laughing when he thought of this and turned around.
Xiaohu curled his lips and said, "As soon as you came, great monk, Xiaohu forgot how many swords he had struck."
What the fat monk and Xiaohu didn't know was that Li Xiuyuan was also practicing swordsmanship.
The fat monk got up early and went to do his morning homework. Although several of his fellow apprentices in the cave had not yet returned from their travels, he did not dare to be lazy in his daily homework.
Li Xiuyuan, who got up early, first practiced for half an hour holding a bamboo sword in the wind and snow. The skill of drawing the sword was indispensable for cutting snow with one sword.
Currently, he can only kill three or two snowflakes with one sword. Even with this result, Li Xiuyuan is very satisfied.
He estimated that it would take Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu five years of hard work before they could chop off a snowflake.
After all, changing the method of cultivation is tantamount to a qualitative change.
Since he learned the sword-drawing technique from the East China Sea, his speed has become faster and faster. The only day left is for the old Taoist priest to take out the Samsara Sword and practice the sword-drawing technique with the Samsara Sword.
He didn't know what Mr. Wu Hua's current level of cultivation was, but in terms of sword-drawing skills alone, he was probably unmatched by anyone.
He believed that no one had thought of practicing sword-drawing to an extreme level.
Who didn’t unsheath the sword first, and then make a desperate move while shouting curses?
However, lifting is also drawing a sword. If the speed of drawing the sword is twice, twice, or faster than others, wouldn't it save more worry and effort?
Just like he digs holes to bury people, if you can avoid doing it, it's better not to do it.
After winter, Li Xiuyuan would let Xiaohu take a nap every noon, saying that he wanted to ensure enough sleep.
At this time, the fat monk was sitting in the Buddhist hall making tea, while Li Xiuyuan held an iron arrow and made inscriptions.
The mountains are as lonely as snow, and iron arrows pile up like mountains. Li Xiuyuan, who is also idle, plans to carve some more talisman arrows.
Even if you leave a few sticks for the fat monk and a few sticks for the Yan family to defend yourself when you leave.
There are also the young master Su and his wife who will leave the Great Wall soon, as well as Meng Jiang and General Meng.
Talisman Arrows are not invincible, but they can save these guys' lives at critical moments.
Every day, Xiaohu would wake up less than an hour after his noon nap. He said he was awakened by the scratching sound of a knife and an iron arrow in his husband's hand.
He rubbed his eyes and woke up. He went to hold the cup and took a sip of water. He looked at the fat monk and said with a smile: "Sir, I didn't want to hear this voice carefully. I didn't want to hear it and it got into Xiaohu's ears again."
He rubbed his sore arms, because he was anxious to cut the snow after it started to snow, so he practiced harder.
The fat monk looked at him and smiled and said, "If you were like Senior Brother, then all the monks in the world would probably die of shame."
Xiaohu picked up a talisman arrow from the table and slowly brushed his fingers over the dark arrow body.
Feeling the uneven feeling between his fingers and the inexplicable power of fear, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Thinking that this arrow would either cause a landslide or burst into flames, Xiaohu couldn't help but ask: "Sir, is this a magic arrow?"
Xiaohu murmured to himself, but his bright eyes were full of joy. He knew that his husband would teach him this magical archery skill sooner or later.
Then naturally he will have his own magic arrow.
With the divine arrow, he no longer has nightmares about gangs and is no longer afraid of being bullied by certain people.
The sound of rattling metal friction kept ringing, and it seemed that it was not as harsh as before in Xiaohu's ears, because this would also be his magic arrow.
Li Xiuyuan stopped engraving and gently placed the iron arrow on the table.
Looking at Xiaohu, he replied calmly: "You practice your sword well this winter. When you get to the imperial city next year, I will ask Xiaohei to teach you how to shoot arrows."
He didn't know if Mrs. Yan had taught Xiao Hu how to learn archery. The bows and arrows around him were too heavy and not suitable for Xiao Hu at the moment.
Maybe next year, when Xiaohu gets stronger, he can learn how to shoot the arrow he wants with Xiaohei on the snowy mountain in the academy.
The fat monk thought for a while, then laughed and said: "The principle of cultivation is to bite off more than you can chew. Senior brother, your method of teaching children is quite reasonable."
Xiaohu nodded heavily: "Xiaohu will wait until we see Brother Xiaohei."
Just when Xiaohu was excited about engraving talisman arrows for his husband, Li Xiuyuan did something incredible to the two of them.
It was snowing heavily that day, but the fat monk who had finished his morning lessons felt a stream of hot air coming from outside the grotto.
So I couldn't help but leave Buddhism and walked around to a corner behind Yaping.
I saw Xiaohu standing aside, his face flushed and excited. There was a steaming incense burner in front of him, and the snowflakes from the sky fell, making a sizzling sound of melting.
The fat monk was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, where did you get so many iron tools?" In front of him was an incense burner that was melted with molten iron and recast.
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said, "Didn't the guys from Yuezhi City come twice and give away countless weapons? What's the use of them? Is it possible to return them to them?"
The fat monk was speechless for a long time.
I don't know how long it took before he murmured to himself: "It's incredible that this murderous weapon once turned into molten iron and finally became an object for offering incense in front of the Buddha."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the incense burner that was about to take shape in front of him, and replied calmly: "Back then, I used more swords to build a giant sword monument, in order to warn future generations not to act recklessly..."
Xiaohu looked at it for a long time, shook his head and asked, "Sir, this incense burner is too big, I'm afraid it won't be able to be moved into the main hall."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at the fat monk and said, "Isn't there a Bodhisattva carved on the stone wall outside the grotto? You can build a stone platform next spring and put the incense burner outside. You can still burn incense and worship Buddha."
The fat monk nodded and replied: "This is a good idea. From now on, this guy will be the treasure of the grotto."
While the two were talking, Xiaohu ran over with a bamboo sword in his hand, pulled Li Xiuyuan's sleeve and said, "Sir, someone is here on the mountain road. It seems to be an acquaintance of Xiaohu's."
Li Xiuyuan was shocked when he heard this, got up and walked towards the cliff of the grotto.
As he walked, he asked, "Are they those guys who came back last time?" Fat Hou Shang also followed behind him, frowning and said, "Who would come to worship Buddha on such a windy and snowy day?"
Xiaohu pointed at the figures walking in the snow on the mountain road and shook his head: "It's not my sister and the others."
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