Difficult to live with a sword

During breakfast, Ouyang Du softly warned Fang Yigu that if he still devoured it like yesterday, he was not allowed to eat.

Fang Yigu nodded in a daze, followed Ouyangdu's example, and sat down to eat.

The breakfast is light, only millet porridge with barley and jujube paste.

When the jujube paste melted sweetly in his mouth, Fang Yigu salivated, just wanting to eat this delicate pastry in one bite.

But Ouyang Du was by his side, he wanted to behave well, at least not to make Ouyang Du hate him.Therefore, he only dared to eat in small bites, and he could only drink the porridge in small bites.

Ouyang Du finished his meal, but Fang Yigu still hadn't satisfied his hunger, he was very reluctant and looked at him eagerly, especially afraid that he would take away the food again.

Ouyang Du said helplessly: "Eat slowly. Find me in the study when you're done."

Fang Yigu suddenly smiled and bent his eyebrows, and kept nodding.

The fairy in his heart left, Fang Yigu sat back at the table, and looked around the table with his small face, making the maids think that today's breakfast was not to the young master's appetite.

But in just a moment, the food on the table was sent into the stomach by Fang's remains.He burped and slumped comfortably on the stool.

The four maidservants who were serving at the side were stunned. Feihua coughed, and then they retracted their staring eyes as if they had just woken up from a dream.

After resting for a while, Fang Yigu was full of stomach, and Feihua took him to the study.

In the study room, the wall is full of books, economic classics, everything is available.

The man in white is reading a book in front of the desk, his slender fingers clinging to the scroll, his ink hair is loose, his bergamot is fragrant, the atmosphere is peaceful and picturesque.

Seeing him coming, Ouyang Du put down the scroll and called him to his side.Fang Yigu stood in front of him and looked up at him.

Ouyang Du seemed to be looking at him, touched his face with slightly warm fingers, raised his lips, smiled slightly, with gentle eyebrows and eyes.

"The bones." He called him, "Now there are two ways for you to choose."

Fang's bones were confused.

Ouyang Du turned around, and took out a three-foot-long box and a yellowed book from the hidden compartment of the bookshelf.

He put the two things on the desk, pushed them in front of Fang's remains, and opened the box. Inside the box was a black long sword with a red gemstone inlaid on the hilt, like a drop of blood, and there was no decoration on the rest. , Simple and majestic, murderous Ling Ran.The books were old and yellowed, with badly worn corners.

Ouyang Du explained: "The name of this sword is Wendao. It is a relic of your father. This book is the sword manual. If you choose the way of the sword, you have to study it yourself. Whether you succeed in the future depends entirely on you."

Fang Yigu nodded, "What else?"

Ouyang Du pointed to himself, "Also, if you take me as your teacher, I'll teach you my skills. Although I can't stand alone in martial arts, it can still keep you safe and sound in this life."

"What's the matter?"

Ouyang Du smiled, and raised his hand to gently stroke the silver bracelet on his right wrist.Crafted from sterling silver, this bracelet is intricately engraved with foliage.

He took off the bracelet and showed it to Fang's bones: "His name is Sanqianye. There are silver needles inside, which are quenched with a special poison. Whether it hits the blood with a single needle or inspires with thousands of needles, it can kill people invisible." , he turned the three thousand leaves gently.

Fang Yigu watched carefully, but nothing happened. He turned to look at Ouyang Du's face. Ouyang Du tilted his head to look at Fang Yigu's neck, and pointed with his finger, "Touch it."

According to Fang Yigu's words, he felt a hair-thin silver needle in the artery, thinking of what Ouyang said, his face turned pale.

Ouyang Du pulled out the silver needle casually and put it back into the three thousand leaves, "This needle is not poisonous."

Fang Yigu wept mournfully and said in a trembling voice, "How do you know?" It was obvious that he was still in fear.

Ouyang Du smiled slightly and looked at him quietly.Fang Yigu suddenly wanted to slap himself, how could Ouyang Du harm him?

He sat back in front of the desk and asked seriously, "Which one should you choose?"

Fang Yigu picked up the Wendao Sword without hesitation, "I choose it." Even though Ouyang Du's kung fu is superb, but the little Fang Yigu still wants to inherit his father's mantle, even though it is thousands of times harder than the second way Ten thousand times, he has no regrets.

Ouyang Du was a little surprised, looked at the child's firm and clear eyes, nodded, and said with a smile: "Your father also learned the art of swordsmanship by relying on a sword manual back then." word?"

Fang Yigu shook his head.

Ouyang Du said: "Then you should learn to read first. After half a day, you can study books for half a day and learn swords for half a day. After you finish reading, you can devote yourself to practicing swords."

Fang Yigu nodded, then suddenly asked, "What kind of person is my father?"

Ouyang Du was stunned for a while, as if caught in a long memory.The aroma of bergamot in the house is pleasant, and the sun is rising outside the window.After a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said in admiration: "He is very powerful."

Fang Yigu pursed his lips, and asked dissatisfiedly: "What else?"

Ouyang Du said: "He is a great hero of the White Dao, who acts chivalrously and fights for righteousness. Everyone respects him and calls him the "Sword Master"."

Fang Yigu's nose was slightly sour, his eyes were slightly red, he lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "Then why didn't he come to pick me up?"

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. Bones, your father has too many enemies, and he can't protect you."

Thinking of his father's death, Fang Yigu sobbed with grief: "Was he killed by the enemy? Where is his body?"

Ouyang Du shook his head lightly, held Fang's remains in his arms, stroked his head lightly, and said tremblingly: "Good boy, I don't know, you don't want to know."

"I want to know..." Fang Yigu buried his head in Ouyang Du's arms, crying loudly.

There was remorse in Ouyang Du's eyes, he stared blankly at Wen Wenjian, his left hand pinched his right wrist forcefully, blood dripped out and fell slowly.

"Fang Yigu, when you have the ability to avenge your father, I will tell you everything about your father."

Fang Yigu nodded and stopped crying. He looked up at Ouyang Du with a stern and firm expression, "I will definitely practice martial arts well, and I will definitely kill those who are my father's enemies in the future."

If it weren't for these people, he should have enjoyed the joy of a family reunion.

If it weren't for these people, he wouldn't have lost his father.

If it weren't for these people, he wouldn't be bullied by the people in the fishing village.

Ouyang Du shuddered all over, looking at Fang's bones in disbelief, the clear eyes of a ten-year-old child were filled with clear tears and vague hatred.

He whispered: "Okay. I'll wait for that day." He put his hand on the back of Fang's bone and said, "Man, you don't cry easily. You have cried twice because of this matter. It's only three things. You are only allowed to cry for your father once more, the dead are gone, and the living will continue to move forward. Do you understand?"

Fang Yigu said in a daze, "Some understand, some don't."

"What do you know?"

"I can still cry for my father once."

"Well, that's fine."

Despite the extremely rude request, Fang Yigu still chose to obey Ouyang Du.