Long Street.

The road paved with bluestone slabs can accommodate two vehicles in parallel.

The sky is clear.

This place has been cleaned up well, and the relaxing sunlight shines on the stairs that have just brushed off the moss, and the air almost seems to be filled with a fragrance.

This long street was originally an exclusive area of ​​the Murong Qiushui Hou Mansion, but now it has been used for another purpose and has become a scholastic school.

Because Murong Qiushui no longer lives in this marquis' mansion.

He fell from the horse's back in the desert and had a problem with his body.

Murong Qiushui was already a little unscrupulous in sexual intercourse, and his physical condition was deficient. A series of changes made him even more unsupported. After being diagnosed by Zhuge Xian, he believed that he could no longer withstand the invasion of the cold, so it would be best to move to a warm place in the south and like spring all year round.

So his marquis' mansion and this long street were empty.

So General Ding applied to the court to allocate funds to build a large new school here.

General Ding's style is to be decisive and do whatever he wants, so this school can be initially built in just one month, and add some books and tables and chairs to allow children to study and school.

The school was completed and the school was just beginning to develop. Li Bufu and Ding Ning were invited to attend the ceremony.

An old man from a school stood in front of the door and read the lyrics of the book for a long time.

The old man talked about poetry and allusions from the history of the capital, then turned to his own works, and mentioned the construction of the school.

Finally he said: "In our entrance exam, there will be a subject that is the assessment of poetry. What about this poem..."

He turned to look at Li Bufu, laughed, his white beard kept shaking, and said, "I will miss this poem for you in advance. It is a poem called "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow."

He paused and said, "This poem has become famous in the capital recently. Why not ask Lord Li Bufu to recite it for us?"

When Li Bufu heard this, he widened his eyes and looked confused.

No one told him before he came, and he needed to memorize any poems and songs.

The old scholar looked at Li Bufu's expression and felt a little embarrassed by his thoughts of temporarily making up his mind. He quickly said, "Lord Li Bufu is the most familiar with this poem. I hope he will give me some advice, so that we can be lucky to hear it."

At this time, Yin Meng saw Li Bufu's embarrassment and whispered beside him: "It's the poem you have in your swordsmanship, don't you remember?"

The mountains are far away in the evening, and the sky is cold and the house is poor in the white house.

There is a barking dog at the wooden gate, and people return home on a windy and snowy night.

As soon as Li Bufu was reminded by a dream, he suddenly realized it and muttered in a low voice: "It turns out to be that poem! Who knows the name of this poem is actually called "Master of Furong Mountain". Who knows what is this..."

He cleared his throat and then read the poem slowly.

"The mountains are far away at dusk, and the sky is cold and the house is poor......"

He didn't read it very well, but after all, he was the one who really made this poem spread throughout the capital, so everyone listened to him and cheered hard.

The children who came to watch the ceremony also sang, and the bustle echoed over the long street.

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Little fairy building.

Three days later, Li Bufu, Ding Ning, and because of his dream, Liu's partner came to the door of the Xiaoxianlou again.

Since Xiaoxianlou was surrounded by a large group of guards and shot arrows into it, there has been significantly less business here.

Perhaps everyone has something shameful in their hearts, so deep down in everyone's heart, they are more or less afraid of officers and soldiers, and they don't want to have any connections with them, so they stay away from them.

So the boss’s wife Xiaoxian came up with another way to gather the popularity of Xiaoxianlou.

——Add to arrange flowers.

——This time she invited Li Bufu to come here to arrange flowers.

Tables, vases, and flowers have been set up at the entrance of the small fairy building.

The table is the largest table.

Flowers are not plum blossoms, but bouquets of many flowers blooming in spring.

The vase is an empty porcelain vase. It is said that this porcelain vase was held out from Murong Qiushui's Hou's Mansion. Such a bottle alone is worth at least a thousand taels of silver.

Li Bufu stood in front of the Xiaoxian Tower.

Zhuge Xian and Xiaoxian stood on the left, neither of them died.

This is due to the fact that the explosive buried underground in Xiaoxianlou did not explode due to dreams, and Li Bufu defeated Jiang Duanxian again.

When Li Buhu defeated Jiang Duanxian, he actually completely defeated Murong Qiushui.

After Murong Qiushui fell like that, he naturally had no mood to argue with Zhuge Xian and others again, so their lives were saved.

Of course, Zhuge Xian and Xiaoxian were very grateful to Li Bufu, so they asked Li Bufu to come and fucked a sky-high price of 10,000 taels of gold.

Li Bufu agreed.

But he doesn't know how to arrange flowers.

When he stood in front of the little fairy building, he thought to himself: No matter whether I understand the art of flower arrangement or not, as long as I put the flowers into the bottle as if nothing is done, then no one can say that I am not being free and freehand enough.

Li Bufu is now a big shot in the capital and an idol in the minds of martial artists. No one would talk too much about what was wrong with his flower arrangement.

Li Bufu really thought so.

But others didn't know what he was thinking.

Everyone naturally believed that Li Bufu must be very good at a flower arrangement; Ding Ning even expected that Li Bufu could reveal the essence of his swordsmanship in flower arrangement, just like Jiang Duanxian.

Only by laughing because of dreams, I don’t speak.

It seemed that she was the only one who saw Li Bufu’s thoughts.

In the dream said: "You can arrange flowers?"

Li Bufu glanced at her and did not answer.

Yin Meng walked over calmly and said, "Let me do it."

I walked to the table because of my dream, picked up the bouquet, used a pair of dexterous hands to disassemble the silk threads of the bouquet, and then took out the flowers.

She took a total of seven flowers, and left six more flowers on the table, and then put the seven flowers into the bottle one by one.

When she inserted the seventh flower into it, the sun shone on the petals and her hair.

A burst of noise and admiration arose among the onlookers.

"This is so beautiful."

"Are you talking about her people or her flowers?"

“……”

"It turns out that flower arrangement is really an art, and I will definitely study it well when I go back."

“……”

Although most people don’t know the skills of flower arrangement, they can feel whether it is beautiful or not.

Because of the dream, he withdrew his slender hand, looked at the seven flowers for a long time, and said lightly: "This bottle of flowers is called returning home on a windy and snowy night."

Her words were very clever, because she came to arrange flowers instead of Li Bufu himself, and she was inevitably a little unwilling to the public and disappointed everyone's expectations. But she chose the name as "Returning to the Snowy Night", but immediately connected it with the sword technique of "Li Bufu".

When it is reported in the future, everyone knows that this is the flower arrangement she completed for Li Bufu.

Zhuge Xian and Xiaoxian took the lead in applauding.

But Yin Meng walked to Li Bufu's side and suddenly said, "I want to see a kind of flower, it seems that there is no such thing as here."

Li Bufu already understood what she meant.

What she wanted to see was the kind of cactus flower that grew lonely from the distant desert.

Although the flower is small and not fresh, it is not as meaningful as other flowers.

Everyone says that "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", but who knows how harsh, difficult and lonely the flowers of cactus bloom in?
Chapter completed!