Chapter 1569 His Sword Was Insulted

Luo Yuxiao took it and put it on his lips, "You must be careful along the way, and bring your things with you. Changlin is a place that is different from ordinary people. When you go there, it should be winter soon. If you want to go there In the snow-capped mountains, wait until spring begins and then pass.”

"Don't worry, brother, I know."

In fact, Luo Yuyi really wanted to say something, that even if the snowy mountain passes in the middle of summer, it is full of snow and wind, so no matter what time it is, it is the same, and there are unknown dangers.

However, he would follow his elder brother's suggestion and wait until the beginning of spring to go up the mountain, and if there is no accident, he will arrive at Changlin in a few months, and then wait for a month or two, which happens to be the beginning of spring.

Early the next morning, Luo Yuyi took the little white lion to leave the place. The little white lion looked back at Luo Yuyi and whimpered.

Luo Yuyi raised it since he was a child. From a little lion with eyes closed to such a big size, only Luo Yuyi knows how difficult it is.

For this little lion, he lived in a town for about three months, how much milk sheep he bought for it, and how long he cooked the meat, and now he is very reluctant to give it away.

However, the place they went to is really not very suitable for it. It is better to let it grow in Beijing. There is a mother in Beijing. He is very relieved, and the little white lion is very docile and likes to be close to people. , it will bite people.

In fact, now he is putting his arm in front of the little white lion, and the little white lion won't bite down. He also knows this, so he can rest assured and let the big brother take the little white lion back.

"We walked."

Luo Yuxiao patted the little head of the little white lion, but the little white lion bit the corner of his clothes, so he didn't leave.

Feng Yuxiao reached out and picked it up, and took it into the carriage.

The little fox screamed, as if he was also very reluctant to part with the little white lion.

"nothing."

Luo Yuyi touched the little fox, "We'll see it when we get home. It's too small for the weather there, and it will freeze to death."

The little fox wagged his tail and grabbed Luo Yuyi's clothes with his claws, and was about to pull on him.

"I see."

Luo Yuyi also burst out laughing.

"I'll make you a dress to wear."

In fact, without the little fox's reminder, Lao Yuyi didn't let him go up the mountain with such a white coat. The snow in the mountains is all white. If he added this white coat, it would be very difficult for him to find it.

He doesn't have the sense of smell like his mother's, and I'm afraid it's really hard to find it.

They stayed here for about five days again. After the matter here, they put on their masks and left here. Besides this little fox, they were Xiao An and Fu Yan. .

Fu Yan wiped his sword with a soft cloth, and also gave the sword a breath of heat, and wiped the sword again and again, Xiao An really didn't know, what is the good thing about this sword?

Fortunately, he didn't know that Fu Yan's sword was one of the four famous swords in the world, and at a time when it was invaluable, maybe when the sword was in his hands, it was not rubbing, but licking.

They still traveled in two carriages. Without the little white lion, they could actually save a carriage, but later, they found that the more luggage they brought with them, especially Yuyi's clothes. These were all done for him by Lao Yuyi's own aunt and mother, and this time they brought them over.

The others are not mentioned first, but these things must be brought with you. From spring clothes to winter clothes, from single clothes to cotton-padded clothes, there are as many as a dozen sets, so in the end, we can only have one more. The carriage, otherwise, these things alone would be piled up in a carriage, enough to give Yuyi a headache.

No matter how they walked all the way forward, they also went in the direction of Changlin. The two carriages drove in the official road, and they went straight all the way. In the past few years, Dazhou has been without war for a long time, so even Those sergeants also began to feel itchy hands and feet. For them, Shen Dingshan was afraid that they would be so abandoned. When the real war came, they were all sluggish and raised with pigs. , and how to fight.

So for more than ten years, Shen Dingshan would go to the border when he had time, and then take his grandchildren and grandchildren, and go to the bandit den when he had nothing to do. This suppressed one after another, even if it was a mouse hole as big as it was. It's gone, so since the time of the road, there are few robbers. Now, there are still people occupying the mountains as kings. Believe it or not, today you occupy the mountains, for the sake of the king, tomorrow, when Duke Wei sinks down the mountain, he will take it with him. Wan Jun, those who caught you, smashed and leveled your mountain.

He is still in the worst of the world. You fall for the grass and become a bandit, and occupy the mountains as kings, so there is a reason to beat you.

So now walking in the official way, even if you want to find a rogue, it is impossible.

"Son, what's wrong with him?"

Xiao An couldn't help but look back at Fu Yan, who was behind him again, "The face has been stretched all the way. I don't know. Who do you think owes him money?"

Their son is very generous. Their old lady earns money as fast as running water. The son's money is hundreds of thousands of taels, hundreds of thousands of taels, but he has never treated them badly. What's the matter? It's dark, and now you don't want to talk to others?

And Fu Yan has been pulling his face for several days, and he doesn't even want to say a word. After all, he hasn't moved his mouth for a long time.

This is not dumb, but more like dumb than dumb.

"The journey was too peaceful."

Lao Yuyi leaned back, took out a book and turned it over, "He disliked that no one would accompany him to practice swordsmanship. He thought that his sword was humiliated, and he was also afraid that it would rust."

"rust?"

Xiao An didn't think so. "He is wiping that sword every day, and he doesn't know what to wipe. There is not even a little ash on it. How could it be rusted?" After several times of rain, Fu Yan did not let his sword get any rain even though his body was soaked.

And Xiao An really didn't know.

Is this about?

It's just a sword. You can buy it anywhere, but it's just a piece of iron. The kitchen knife used to cut meat in the kitchen is not also made of iron. Why don't you see anyone else, and see the kitchen knife more than your own life. is it important?

"This rust is not that rust."

Luo Yuyi just smiled and said, "You will know in the future."

For those who love swords, what they want most is a good sword. The sword is the best friend, and the sword is also the best friend.

Some people have been accompanied by this sword in their entire life, and they are also inherited in this line and end with a sword.

In particular, this is a person who is addicted to swords. What kind of emotion is the sword that he most wants, wants, and likes the most in his hands.