Sword Qi of the heavens

Chapter 114 The Red Armored Knight
Fan Xian knew that what Li Changlan had made up his mind was hard to change.

He sat cross-legged on the ground obediently, holding the wood in one hand and the carving knife in the other, and carved it according to Li Changlan's appearance one by one.

I don't know how long it took.

It's strange how Fan Xian looks at the one in his hand.

Rather than being a human being, it was more like a small wooden sculpture of an ugly monster in a folktale, after it was handed to Li Changlan.

Li Changlan frowned, and asked, "Are you sure you carved me?"

Fan Xian nodded, held up the wood carving, pointed to the facial features of the wood carving, and swore, "That's right, it's not two eyes, two ears, one nose, one mouth, it must be..."

Halfway through Fan Xian's speech, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He cautiously turned his head to look at Li Changlan, and found that Li Changlan's expression was obviously cold, and snatched the wood carving away.

"I'm sorry, sir, I made a mistake just now." Fan Xian said sincerely, clutching the statue tightly.

"Are you sure?" Li Changlan asked again.

"Sure, I really made a mistake." Fan Xian nodded desperately.

"You can even hear the questions wrong, which is enough to prove that you didn't pay enough attention when studying with me. If so, I will punish you for not eating tonight." Li Changlan sneered, then waved the folding fan in his hand and pointed at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was slandering in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on the surface.

If he really admits that the ugly woodcarving in his hand is Li Changlan, he is also a little afraid that tomorrow Li Changlan will not let him learn woodcarving, but stone carving.

It's better to have a sore finger than a completely useless hand.

"What sir said is that I will re-carve one for you."

Fan Xian smiled and picked up a piece of wood again, sat down on the ground with a grin, and started to carve again, taking Li Changlan's appearance seriously.

as time flows.

Fan Xian has gradually adapted to this kind of apprenticeship life.

Or to put it more bluntly, it's useless even if he doesn't want to accept it...

Although Li Changlan collected a little more money and jewelry, but what should be taught is never perfunctory.

Anyway, Fan Xian couldn't remember how many things he had learned. From cooking, carpentry, and carving to planting, tea making, and sewing, almost any skill that could improve Li Changlan's quality of life in a certain sense, he basically Learned all over.

He practiced domineering zhenqi with him, and practiced martial arts with Wuzhu.

And compared to following Fei Jie to understand the structure of the human body and mastering the superb skill of using poison, the content taught by Li Changlan can be said to be extremely extensive, all of which are slightly involved.

It is true that Li Changlan is a tall man, and it is extremely rare to be able to make it to the top.

However, what Fan Xian thought or felt, the things Li Changlan taught him were really useless.

For him, the young master of Fan Mansion.

Things that can be solved with money, are they still called things?
……

years later.

Fan Xian sat outside the gate of Fan Mansion, looking at the end of the street with his chin resting on one hand.

I don't know if it should be the obsession with the capital, the curiosity of life experience, or the desire to get rid of the days of being ordered around by Li Changlan all day long.

In my spare time every day, I look forward to the appearance of the red armored knight.

Now it has become the most relaxing time for him every day, and it is also the only part that can be called free activities.

Fortunately, Fan Xian still felt at ease.

Whenever he was sitting outside the gate of Fan's Mansion, in front of the railing on the second floor of the inn diagonally opposite, dressed in black, blindfolded, holding an iron rod in his arms, the taciturn Wu Zhu would always appear there .

Fan Xian looked up at the somewhat dim sky, always feeling that something was wrong.

"It was another cloudy and rainy day, which seemed to be exactly the same as the day I first met Mr. Li."

Followed by Fan Xian's voice.

There was a light rain in the sky.

The street where there were still many pedestrians soon became deserted. Except for Fan Xian who was still sitting in front of the gate, there were no other pedestrians passing by.

This rain is also strange to say.

Come fast, go fast.

Before the dry ground was completely soaked by the falling rain, all the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a few rays of sunlight shone on Fan Xian's face.

The only one that can prove the traces of rain.

There are only a few small puddles scattered on the ground.

Just when Fan Xian thought that today was the same day as usual and passed it in a daze, there was a loud and deafening sound of horseshoes in the distance.

The gate of Fan Mansion is directly opposite.

Below the archway with the three characters "Wanghai Street" written on it.

street corner.

A group of red-armored knights, all wrapped in cloaks and riding iron-clad horses, held red banners and rushed towards Fan Xian's place quickly.

Until the red-armored knights stopped in front of the gate of Fan Mansion and formed a neat queue.

Only then did Fan Xian regain his senses, he couldn't help standing up, staring blankly at him, and muttered, "Red Armored Knight, you are finally here..."

Inside Fan Mansion.

As Li Changlan's hand-picked chef, Fan Xian was still in charge of Li Changlan's three meals a day, but because of the arrival of the red armored knights, he naturally had to prepare some extra meals for them.

at this time.

All his thoughts were on the red-armored knight and the capital, so it was impossible for him to take care of everything and take care of all the meals himself.

So, after Fan Xian prepared two or three dishes for Li Changlan, he sent the remaining maids in the mansion to the kitchen to continue to be in charge of the meals belonging to the red-armored knights.

After the meal is ready.

Fan Xian came to the room where he used to eat.

"Sir, grandma."

Fan Xian first saluted Li Changlan respectfully, and then greeted the old lady. After Li Changlan nodded slightly, he dared to sit down at the dinner table.

Steward Zhou stood aside and said in a low voice: "Old madam, those officers and soldiers are not even willing to use the food in the mansion. Treating them so slowly, I'm afraid it will cool people's hearts. Old madam, we..."

The old lady said lightly: "Eat."

After a sentence.

Steward Zhou tightly closed his mouth, not daring to say any more.

Li Changlan glanced at the few dishes on the table, and his expression was flat. The old lady has been with Li Changlan for so many years, and she is also used to Li Changlan's picky eating habits.

She will no longer be as polite as the host invites guests.

The old lady picked up the chopsticks and stretched them towards the most bland bamboo shoots on the table.

See here.

Fan Xian frowned, and immediately brought the plate of bamboo shoots with his deep hands, placed it in front of him, and then pushed a plate of fried meat over.

In the slightly puzzled eyes of the old lady.

Fan Xian lowered his body slightly to cover the plate of bamboo shoots.

"I like this."

As he spoke, he picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

Entrance of food.

Fan Xian immediately noticed something was wrong.

He raised his head, and was about to look at Butler Zhou, who was standing by and ready to serve at any time, so as to find out who brought the food today.

His gaze happened to pass over Li Changlan who was staring at him beside him.

Li Changlan pointed at the bamboo shoot in Fan Xian's hand from a distance with his chopsticks, and said, "Fan Xian, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

(End of this chapter)