Li Xiuyuan, with the help of the little fat Chu Feng, cleaned up the study room, and then the two of them left the Weapon Refining Pavilion and walked to the master's bamboo house.

Stepping through the thick snow, the two arrived at the Master's small courtyard.

The master looked at Li Xiuyuan who looked excited and said with a smile: "Wei Qing has been training hard these days. I soaked him in the medicine twice and he no longer complains of pain."

Li Xiuyuan pulled the little fat man to sit down in front of the master, looked at him and said with a smile: "Teacher, I think I can help Wei Qing forge a knife!"

The master ate a lot, looked at him and asked, "Have you tried it?"

The little fat man poured a basin of cold water on Li Xiuyuan and said, "He just came out of my uncle's study, and he hasn't turned on the stove yet."

When the Master heard this, he couldn't help coughing slightly, looked at the two of them and said, "Whose words should I believe?"

Li Xiuyuan was a little angry at the little fat guy. He looked at the master and said, "Teacher, believe me. The casting material will not be damaged. At most, I will go to the elders if I fail."

The Master looked at Li Xiuyuan gently and said, "That's right. This matter is not urgent. You have been in there for seven days. Let's rest for two days and see how your junior brother is doing tomorrow."

After hearing the meaning of the words, the little fat man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed. Then he looked at Li Xiu Yuanyuan and said with a smile: "I will come to you tomorrow and watch the little guy chop wood together."

There was a stove in the house, and there was snow and wind outside. The kettle on the table was filled with white steam. The master reached out and poured a cup of hot tea for Li Xiuyuan.

She looked at him and said with a smile: "The weapons crafted by the elder of the Academy's Weapon Refining Pavilion are unparalleled in the world. The weapons used by the dean are made by him himself. Are you confident that you can do better than him?"

These days, Li Xiuyuan has been thinking about swinging a hammer while reading a book.

Even when sleeping in his clothes, he was thinking about the blazing flames in the furnace and the rhythm and power of swinging the hammer. In his dream, he felt that he was a natural blacksmith.

After hearing what the master said, his eyes lit up and he replied: "What I want is the feeling of hammering, not whether the forged weapons are invincible in the world."

"If you have worked hard for half a year, or even a year, and find that the weapons you forged are not as good as an apprentice, will you regret it? Why don't you spend all this time on the journey of cultivation and just learn to blacksmith."

The Master looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked seriously.

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, picked up the tea cup in front of him, drank all the tea leaves in it, and then looked at the bottom of the cup quietly.

After a long time, he softly replied: "Teacher, when I first started learning piano from you, I just wanted to learn the piano, but I never thought about becoming a master of piano in the world one day..."

"What you want is the process?" the master asked in surprise.

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and laughed stupidly, and said softly: "When the master picked me up, he said that all my muscles and veins were broken, and he used countless elixirs on me..."

"Until I was nine years old, I couldn't gather energy, and my master said that I might not be able to practice for the rest of my life... At that time, I told myself that if one day I could practice, I would have to learn many, many skills.

....."

Li Xiuyuan spoke very softly and slowly, and it took him almost an hour to tell the master about his past. By the end, his eyes were like the starry sky in the dark night, with several shooting stars streaking across.

Shining with a charming light, the Master was deeply moved by him.

He couldn't imagine how Li Xiuyuan looked like a four-year-old child with his muscles broken, living with the old Taoist priest on Luoxia Mountain. They spent several years together with his father and son, until the old Taoist priest ascended and left this world...

"You should be proud of yourself. You have reasons to be proud. As your teacher, I am proud of you! I don't understand Buddhism, but I understand what it means to not forget your original intention!"

"Teacher, I'm not as good as you said. I even killed bandits at the foot of the mountain." Li Xiuyuan looked at the Master and shook his head.

The Master looked at him and explained to him softly: "It doesn't matter. As long as you are confused in the future and think that you can't practice, think about why you want to practice in the first place. That's enough."

Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, looked at the master and smiled: "At first I just thought that after I could practice, I could dig more herbs and sell them at the foot of the mountain to buy a new Taoist robe for the master. He has been wearing an old robe for several years.

I can’t bear to throw it away.”

"I think when I can practice cultivation and have more strength, I can go to the back mountains to hunt bigger beasts, so that my master and I won't go hungry in the winter."

Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan seemed to have returned to Luoxia Mountain back then, back to the old Taoist priest's side. The shooting stars flashing across his eyes turned into tears of stars.

The Master looked at him, sighed softly, and said nothing more.

The snowflakes outside the house continue to fly all over the sky, tirelessly.

The stove in the room was filled with steam. The Master was holding a cup of hot tea and looked at the apprentice he had inadvertently accepted, with a proud look on his face.

Because Li Xiuyuan is not a person who likes to express his feelings, when he was disabled in his left leg, he never complained to his wife about his suffering.

They just silently followed the master to learn the art of piano. The master and the disciple usually drank a pot of hot tea, and the tea was tasteless without realizing it, but the tea drinkers were unaware of it.

The tea was tasteless, a state that even the elders of the academy could not achieve, but the master felt it in Li Xiuyuan, who was less than ten years old, which really made him happy.

"The road is at your feet. Whether I am by your side or not, don't care what others say." The Master looked at him and said seriously: "We should be who we think we are, not who we are in the eyes of others."

"We should be who we think we are, not who others see us."

Li Xiuyuan raised his head, looked at the Master and repeated it, and then repeated it silently several times. He somewhat understood what the Master meant.

The master did not teach him martial arts or swordsmanship, but he taught him many principles of life.

"Teacher, please let me play a song for you today!"

Li Xiuyuan, who had put away his thoughts, was in a good mood, looked at the Master and said with a smile.

When the master heard this, he couldn't help but talk about it like a teenager. He looked at him and said with a smile: "Okay, since your song shocked the world, I haven't heard you play the piano for a long time!"

After saying that, the master got up and lit a stick of incense and put it in the small incense burner on the bookshelf. For a moment, a faint fragrance spread in the bamboo house.

Li Xiuyuan also moved the master's piano out and placed it in the living room.

What kind of music should I play? Li Xiuyuan murmured in his heart.

I looked up at the flying snow in the sky outside the hall, but what I was thinking about was that windless and rainless night that year. My heart seemed to have flown nine days away.

He lowered his head, thought for a while, and murmured in a low voice: "My heart is in the sky, but I am in the abyss."

The master was shocked after hearing this and looked at Li Xiuyuan in stunned silence, speechless.

After sitting quietly for a moment, I stroked the strings with my ten fingers, and the lively sound of the piano flowed out from my fingers...

I saw a silky stream flowing through my heart, soft and tranquil. The sound of the piano gently circled the bamboo forest, like spring water flowing gently, and like a butterfly about to fly, fluttering its agile wings, as if it was about to fly back to itself from the distant sky in the back mountain.

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As the sound of the piano is passed on, the fragrance attached to the bamboo house flows in the air, soaking the heart and mind.

Li Xiuyuan got excited about playing and started singing:

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky...

...People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.

Touching this scene and feeling, thinking of the old Taoist priest who had ascended and left, thinking of the small Taoist temple on Luoxia Mountain, wondering when he would meet his master again, Li Xiuyuan didn't know how to get rid of the sadness in his heart.

There was a trace of melancholy growing at such a young age, and I couldn't find a place to vent for a while.

Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the beautiful door, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will it last forever when we say goodbye...

The melodious sound of the piano and the resentful singing, combined with Li Xiuyuan's childish voice, broke through the clouds and snow and fog, went straight into the sky, and spread quietly in the academy.

The fat elder in the kitchen, who was sitting quietly in the living room, was startled by the sudden singing. He opened the door and looked in the direction of the master's bamboo house.

The dean, who was holding the scroll, also heard the sound of the piano and singing. Like a fat elder, he looked at the wind and snow outside the hall, thinking that what he had picked up was not a little handyman, but a legend of the academy in the near future.

Li Xiuyuan played the piano three times, his little face glowing red, looking up at the wind and snow outside the hall, but there was a trace of warmth in his heart.

"This song can only be heard in heaven, and it is rare to hear it only a few times in the world!" the fat elder praised silently.

"God-like teacher, God-like disciple!" The dean sighed several times.

Only the master had his eyes closed, with a faint smile on his face. He did not praise Li Xiuyuan, because in such a beautiful artistic conception of lyrics and music, all language seemed so pale.

At this moment, the master suddenly found that he could not comment on his disciple, and could only slowly reflect on it in the boundless artistic conception.

Your piano skills are already a legend in the academy!

When you were nine years old, your arrows shocked the world with one arrow, allowing the Silver Moon Kingdom to retreat without a fight!

If you forge another amazing sword, how can you make me proud of you?

I am afraid that not only has the entire academy been amazed, but also the entire Shura Realm. For thousands of years, there has never been such a legendary figure?

Who are you Li Xiuyuan?

Where are you from?

Where are you going again?

The master stirred up a huge wave of excitement in his heart, wanting to have a secret that was not known to the world. But after drinking the wine brewed by this guy, the old Taoist priest on Luoxia Mountain ascended to the sky in the daytime, becoming the first person to ascend in tens of millions of years.

!

Even his state of being immovable for thousands of years gradually became looser after drinking Li Xiuyuan's medicinal wine.

At this time, the Master suddenly felt a sense of expectation and a little bit of anxiety!

I’m looking forward to next spring. Will the wine I’ve brewed allow me to take a step further?

What was uneasy was that he was afraid that he would leave too quickly and not see Li Xiuyuan grow into a big tree in the sky.

Thinking of this, the master secretly made a decision. If the medicinal wine brewed by Li Xiuyuan is useful in the coming spring, he will wait for a while and then drink it in a few years.

He decided to stay with Li Xiuyuan for a few more years, and at least send him to the Shura battlefield.

The legendary Shura battlefield would be a nightmare for other practitioners, but Master believed that it would be the birthplace of the legend of Li Xiuyuan.

He couldn't wait to see it one day. Although he might not be able to see it anymore, he firmly believed that his disciples would be able to do it.

Because he is Li Xiuyuan, a young Taoist priest from Luoxia Mountain and a handyman of Fengyun Academy.

A legend that does not belong to any one force!

Thinking of this, the master couldn't help laughing. He looked at Li Xiuyuan who had already calmed down in front of the stage and said with a smile: "As you said, this casting technique is just a process, so you must fully appreciate this process."

Li Xiuyuan, who had recovered his mood, looked at his master's excited expression and couldn't help but asked softly: "Teacher, what if the disciple really forges a legendary sword?"

Hearing this, the master put his hand on Li Xiuyuan's shoulder, with a determined and dignified look on his face.
Chapter completed!