Li Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard it. Thinking about it carefully, it was really like this back then.

At that time, he was casting the Qingfeng Sword for Xiao Qing, and this Tingyu Sword was made unintentionally.

Later, Ximen Xiaoyu had to be himself and his apprentice, and watched helplessly as he forged a sword, and insisted on taking away the other sword.

In this blink of an eye, I didn't expect that even Huangfu Qingmei had become a mother, and I was back to my youth again.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but murmur to myself: "Master, can you do it differently next time?"

While he was talking, a bright sun shone in the sky, and a golden light fell, illuminating the eyes of a group of people.

A faint golden light flew out from the backyard of the wine shop.

The sun shines on the streets and alleys of Ding'an City, and it also shines on the first child and the second child.

Xiao Yu'er took the old man's hand and said with a smile: "Grandpa, if you took my brother's treasure, will he be angry?"

Xiao Hei, who was following the two of them, shook his head and said, "My brother picked up many treasures last night. Grandpa only took one. He won't care."

The old man said calmly: "When your brother Qiu makes money, we are responsible for spending it on his behalf."

Xiao Yu'er nodded and said with a smile: "Grandpa, let's go find some delicious food first and buy a dress for Xiao Yu'er later."

The old man looked at Xiao Hei and asked: "Xiao Hei, what do you want? Let's buy more today."

Xiao Hei thought for a while, scratched his head and replied: "Grandpa, buy some seeds. No matter how much I buy, it won't be enough."

The old man was happy when he heard this and replied seriously: "That's right. We have to buy some seeds back. Peanuts, melon seeds, and flowers are all indispensable."

Xiao Yu'er tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Brother was fine last night, how come bandits came to kill him?"

Xiao Hei thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Hei really wanted to go out and help his brother last night."

"That is your brother's fate. You are not needed right now. You just need to practice well. We don't want to interfere with his affairs."

The old man said quietly: "Even the master will not interfere with him, let alone you two little guys."

Xiao Yu'er pointed forward and laughed: "Grandpa, look, there is a big lake there. It seems that my brother has been here too."

The old man smiled and said: "I will take you to fill your stomach first, and then go shopping."

Xiao Hei chuckled and said: "Where my brother has eaten, Xiao Hei will eat more meat in a while."

…

In the backyard of the winery.

Ximen Mengdie was looking at Li Xiuyuan who was sweating profusely with a sad face.

After thinking for a while, he shouted: "Master, all Die'er hears is the sound of your hammering. How can you still calm down and play the piano?"

Ximen Xiaoyu was sitting nearby, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand and smiling silently.

Li Xiuyuan frowned, then pointed at the workers building the wall in the yard and said, "Take a good look and see if they are disturbed by my voice?!"

This time, it was Ximen Mengdie's turn to be in a daze. He tilted his head and looked at the craftsmen who were working hard. He lowered his head and thought for a long time.

Then he shook his head and replied: "But Die'er can't do it."

Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at her and said, "Back when your aunt was learning piano here, I was still making swords without stopping. Didn't she finish her studies quietly?"

After speaking, he looked at Ximen Xiaoyu and said: "Tell this guy the truth I told you back then. If you don't understand it, go back and think about it. If you understand it, come back and learn piano."

Ximen Xiaoyu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Ximen Mengdie and frowned.

He looked at her and said: "Die'er, let me tell you, there are three realms of playing the piano, and you have just learned one now!"

Ximen Die was dumbfounded when he heard it, and couldn't help but ask: "Auntie, let's hear it and see if Die'er can do it."

Ximen Xiaoyu said seriously: "The first one is what you practiced before. Listening to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, and the sound of your master forging swords and forging iron, you can't help but want to follow their rhythm..."

Ximen Mengdie nodded and said, "Die'er seems to be like this."

Ximen Xiaoyu shook his head and continued: "The second state is that when it rains outside the window, you have to think about the scorching sun in the sky and its rain. I play my piano without anyone's influence...

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"Is it possible that he is just like the current master?"

Ximen Mengdie looked at her and said in a daze, "But Die'er kept playing, and unknowingly it became the master's rhythm again."

Ximen Xiaoyu ignored her and continued: "The last artistic conception is that I can play whatever I want, no matter whether it's windy or snowing outside..."

Li Xiuyuan sighed secretly while swinging the hammer.

He thought that the disciple he had unintentionally accepted was really incredible. It seemed that everything in the world was inseparable from the three realms of Buddhism.

I liked it in my heart, but it didn't show on my face, and the rhythm in my hands didn't get faster or slower.

I just wanted to create a perfect spiritual sword for the two women so that they could use it to block any wind and rain in the future.

Listening to her aunt's explanation, Ximen Xiaoyu seemed to understand. He looked at her with a wry smile and said, "Aunt, it seems to be very troublesome."

"It's very troublesome." Ximen Xiaoyu sighed and said with a smile: "Then you should practice the piano according to the master's rhythm first, and then try not to listen to his voice after a few days."

In her opinion, perhaps only by turning a blind eye can she gradually forget about the sound of Li Xiuyuan's clanging iron.

Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Wonderful, really wonderful!"

Stop the forging in your hands and put the sword embryo into the fire.

Looking at Ximen Mengdie, he said: "In this case, you can practice according to my rhythm first, and then try the other way around in a few days."

Ximen Mengdie laughed when he heard this, clapped his little hands and said, "Die'er knew that the master was the best. I didn't expect that when my aunt said it, it turned out to be so simple."

"I'm scared of you, don't embarrass me."

Ximen Xiaoyu looked at her and smiled: "You can't embarrass your mother, you know?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Learning Qin Dao is not for your mother, nor for your aunt. Remember my words, all the skills you learn are only for yourself."

When Ximen Mengdie heard this, the tips of his eyebrows could not help but slowly wrinkle, a little surprised to hear such a statement.

He lowered his head and thought for a long time before asking seriously: "Die'er seems to understand a little bit. Grandma told me that practicing swordsmanship is just for Die'er herself."

Li Xiuyuan nodded and replied: "Now that you understand this truth, then continue and don't stop."

Then, there was a burst of tinkling music in the backyard of the wine shop.

After a while, the uneven sounds of hammers hitting rocks were added.

Then there was the sound of Li Xiuyuan taking his time and maintaining a rhythm, the sound of the hammer hitting the sword embryo.

The three different sounds do not affect each other and almost blend together.

A harmonious picture was formed, and the different sounds, high and low, sounded like the sound of nature to Li Xiuyuan's ears.

…

A hundred miles away from Ding'an City.

At the foot of the mountain less than ten miles away from Longshan, information came one after another from the direction near Longshan. Huangfu Qingmei's secret whistle sent out news at this moment.

In the camp, various situations in the nearby mountains are summarized every moment.

When it was close to Xu Shi, Xiao Hei had already flown to the mountain stronghold and made preparations for various attacks in advance.

Ximen Guxing looked at Huangfu Qingmei nervously and whispered: "Will Xiao Hei be okay if he goes up there? Nothing will happen to him, otherwise my brother will kill me."

"It's okay, don't scare yourself."

Huangfu Qingmei actually didn't have much confidence in her heart, but thinking that since Li Xiuyuan brought Xiao Hei here, he must have a plan, so she replied with a calm expression.

"Okay, when the time comes, we will launch an attack!"

Ximen Lone Star looked at the night sky slowly turning dark, turned around and asked, "Should we set off now and ambush at the foot of the mountain first?"

Huangfu Qingmei raised her head and glanced at the sky, and asked: "Instruct the army to set off. When the time comes, leave all the troops and horses at the bottom of the mountain. We will hike up the mountain."

Ximen Lone Star frowned and responded in a deep voice: "I'm going now. Just stay at the bottom of the mountain. I'll just take people up."

Huangfu Qingmei sighed and said, "I want to be with you, let's go."

So, the army, led by the couple, quietly headed towards the foot of Longshan Mountain. Everything was waiting for Xiao Hei to send a signal on the mountain at the eleventh hour.

Above Longshan, in the bandit's stronghold, dark clouds cover the moon at night.

As a crow, Xiao Hei avoided the night watch bandits in the village and flew between wooden houses and pavilions.

Stick the talismans in a dark place, just waiting for the time to come and send a signal to the foot of the mountain.

The mountain stronghold is located on Longshan Mountain, which is the largest bandit-infested place in the wilderness. The terrain is dangerous and easy to defend but difficult to attack.

There are more than a thousand bandits entrenched here, and there are many masters.

Even the dozens or hundreds of people who were killed in Ding'an City before were unable to damage the fundamentals of the bandits.

The Ding army in Ding'an City generally never leaves the city, let alone used to suppress bandits.

If it weren't for Li Xiuyuan and Zhuang Waner's decision, Ximen Lone Star's father probably wouldn't be able to make the decision to attack now.

After nightfall, the lively village gradually became quiet.

After being busy for an hour, at nearly midnight, Xiao Hei stood on a big tree and watched quietly. Bandits came out to change the guard, but no one took the night patrol seriously.
To be continued...