That old man with the sheepskin fur coat was the previous generation's God of Swords, Li Chungang? From Xu Fengnian's point of view, this was unexpected but reasonable. Thinking of Xu Xiao's evaluation in the Tide-listening Pavilion, plus the string of water swords and the umbrella sword were still vivid in his mind, it was all extremely shocking. Xu Fengnian believed that Jiang Ni's mouth was without filter, it was best if it was Li Chungang. No matter how thin Old Crane was, it was not comparable to chickens and ducks on the ground. So what if he lost to Wang Xianzhi and had his wooden horse broken? This one-armed old man was still able to break the red armor with a single finger. If he was given a sharp sword, what kind of sword will he have?
One of Hsu Fengnian's legs was smashed by Jiang Ni's priceless fire clay inkstone no less than a hundred times. He frowned and said, "If you continue smashing my legs, my legs will be fine, but your uncle Jiang Taiya's treasure will be destroyed. Even if you don't feel bad, I do."
Jiang Ni vented most of her anger and carefully hid the ancient inkstone. Actually, where could she hide it? Hsu Fengnian picked up a stack of cooked rice paper from the table. He was a little surprised. It was actually comparable to the Gangnam-do's tribute, Da Qian Xuan. He pulled out a thin piece of rice paper and shook it. It was as thin as an egg membrane, but surprisingly tough. Hsu Fengnian was in a good mood. He even had the thought of asking the owner of the house for a few dozen pieces of rice paper before he left. Thus, Hsu Fengnian didn't care if there was a fire clay inkstone or not. He personally grinded a natural toad-shaped yellow inkstone on the table. He took the Guandong Liao Wei and set Jiang Ni aside. Relying on his memory, he meticulously drew the mysterious pattern on the red armored man's armor.
He used four pieces of rice paper on the red armored man's chest, back, hands, and feet. Then, he gradually separated the Cloud Seal Heavenly Script that was covered with multiple layers and drew it on a single page. Clouds swirled around, the star map was obscure, and there were many Buddhist Sanskrit words. It was truly an endless physical labor.
Hsu Fengnian put his heart and soul into drawing these things. It was several times more strenuous than practicing with the knife. Unknowingly, the rain outside the window had long disappeared. Hsu Fengnian rubbed his eyes. His hands were covered in ink. Blue Bird gently walked into the room and handed over a hot towel. Hsu Fengnian wiped his face and hands. He looked tired. This work was too tiring. He was afraid that a single stroke would make a mistake. Blue Bird faintly said, "Your Highness, those people outside the courtyard have been chased away by this servant."
Hsu Fengnian let out a long breath. One of his hands subconsciously stroked the Embroidered Winter Saber that was close at hand. He gently nodded and said, "I'm busy right now. How can I have the mood to talk nonsense with them? If I think of something and don't have time to write it down, they might lose their official positions and jobs on the same day. Blue Bird, go and find out who the owner of this house is. Just by looking at it, the calligraphy, paintings, bronzes, steles, and name papers are not small. It's not something that can be displayed by an ordinary wealthy family. While you're at it, go and ask the table how many of these Embroidered Xuan Scrolls are in stock. I want fifty to sixty pieces of Embroidered Xuan Scrolls for use on the road. "
Blue Bird nodded and left. From the corner of his eyes, Hsu Fengnian noticed that Jiang Ni was tiptoeing and secretly peeking at the things he had drawn. He was too lazy to expose her. He would just treat it as repaying this lass for revealing his secret. Divine Swordsman and Wooden Horse Ox. When Hsu Fengnian remembered these two names, he could not help but associate them with those two swords.
Hsu Fengnian stretched his neck. He picked up the Embroidered Winter Saber and Spring Thunder Saber and went to the courtyard. Jiang Ni held the secret manual and stood in the corridor. She was unwilling to leave. One copper coin per word. Today, she had earned a few taels less than usual. Hsu Fengnian concentrated and took out the Spring Thunder Saber. He imitated the Old Divine Swordsman's posture of holding an umbrella and stabbed the saber into the ground. However, he only stabbed the Spring Thunder Saber into the stone slab. There was no sword intent to speak of. Hsu Fengnian stabbed it more than ten times in succession. He could not do anything. He squatted on the ground and did not make a sound.
The pattern on the Talisman General Hong Jia could be copied, but secretly learning the sword intent was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
It was a pity that Jiang Ni, who was full of a sense of justice, did not become a heroine. She angrily said, "So shameless. Secretly learning from others!"
Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes and slowed down his movements. He was extremely slow. He was so slow that he could feel the Qi in his body condensing in his right arm. He could even feel the slight trembling of his muscles. He then merged with the saber and finally concentrated at the tip of the saber.
On Mount Wudang, when the ox-riding man taught him the unknown Drawing Circle Fist Technique, the first step was to break down the movements as light as the clouds and flowing like water. Hsu Fengnian practiced the Swift Saber. Therefore, when he read the 《Green Water Pavilion Sword Practice Record》 on the mountain, it was all about swordsmanship. Although practicing the Saber required speed, he also knew that slow Saber was more difficult. Only in the end could he completely forget about fast and slow. There were no more moves in his heart, only a thought and a thought. Once the thought was moved, no matter if it was a saber or a sword, there would be no more worries.
However, these were almost untraceable thoughts of the pavilion in the sky. How many martial artists in the world had practiced hundreds of thousands of sabers and millions of swords in order to reach this realm?
When the tip of the saber was only an inch away from the ground, Hsu Fengnian suddenly exerted force.
One saber was still a simple saber.
Hsu Fengnian was somewhat regretful. He murmured, "Too hasty."
Standing up and putting away the Spring Thunder Saber, Hsu Fengnian stretched and said self-deprecatingly, "No hurry, no hurry. I'll listen to Old Huang. Rice has to be eaten one bite at a time."
Jiang Ni, who had thought that something would happen, found that it was all bark and no bite. She curled her lips. Hsu Fengnian saw her expression and laughed, "Are you laughing at me? You, a heroine who is about to learn swordsmanship from the God of Swords and is determined to become the new God of Swords, come and carry my saber. Let's not talk about Embroidered Winter. Just this one and a half kilograms of Spring Thunder, if you can hold it horizontally for an incense stick's time, I'll take it that you've read ten thousand words. "
Jiang Ni raised the sword manual in her hand and said heavily, "Are you listening or not? Even if you don't listen, I'll take it that I've read three thousand words!"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I'm not listening today. I still have to draw more while I can remember. Go, I'll give you an extra three thousand words."
Jiang Ni's face was filled with disbelief. She was afraid that it would be another trap. After so many years of being taken advantage of and plotted against, she was already very scared.
Ignoring Jiang Ni's thoughts, Hsu Fengnian walked into the house and continued to scold the Qi Practitioners of Dragon Tiger Mountain while painstakingly drawing.
This work was like practicing the slow saber. Every stroke required a lot of effort.
The old God of Swords, Li Chungang, had walked into the courtyard. Jiang Ni who was having a headache about how to deal with the ancient inkstone stopped and saw the old man walking to the place where Hsu Fengnian stabbed the saber. She stopped and looked down.
The old man who had nothing to do was lured in by the last saber strike.
Jiang Ni looked for a while and left the courtyard when she saw that the old man was just in a daze.
Li Chungang bent his back and squinted his eyes as he looked at the strange and thin cracks created by the last saber strike. He clicked his tongue and said, "What saber? Obviously, it's better to learn the sword."
The old man tugged at the sheepskin coat. Once he tugged at it, the fur would fall off. He turned around and left. Yu Youwei who was carrying Wu Meiniang stood further away. The old man glanced at the white cat and the white and plump beauty and mumbled, "There's something wrong with this brat's brain. It's fine if he doesn't eat the cat meat, but he doesn't even touch the little girl."
Yu Youwei was furious but she didn't dare to say anything.
Old Man Li seemed to have lice or something in his crotch. He reached out and scratched it. It felt so comfortable. Fortunately, Yu Youwei didn't see this scene. She walked straight into the courtyard and saw Hsu Fengnian concentrating on drawing something. She hesitated for a moment and prepared to go home quietly. She didn't have anything to do in the first place. It was just that she suddenly changed to a completely unfamiliar place and felt uncomfortable. Moreover, the small courtyard she was in was particularly serene and quiet. There were dozens of green bamboos planted in the courtyard. After reading so many novels and articles about immortals, foxes, and ghosts, she could always imagine that something would float out from the bamboo forest. Compared to the green bamboos, she still preferred the soft and beautiful banana trees. Weren't there many of them here?
Before Yu Youwei approached, Hsu Fengnian, who had switched his left hand from holding the brush to his right hand, asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"
Yu Youwei replied softly, "Looking at the banana trees."
Hsu Fengnian was stunned for a moment. He joked, "I can't change the courtyard. My things are all here. However, if you like to look at the banana trees, I can get someone to pull out the big bushes in the courtyard and pile them up in your courtyard. How about that?"
Yu Youwei said shyly and angrily, "Okay."
Hsu Fengnian snapped his fingers. The elusive Blue Bird stood beside Yu Youwei. Hsu Fengnian said with a smile, "Get someone to move the banana trees."
Yu Youwei said, "No need." Then she angrily turned around. Even Wu Meiniang lazily stretched out her claws. Looking from the side, the claws slid across the round curve of Yu Youwei's chest. Hsu Fengnian, who happened to catch this charming scene, was a little spellbound.
Hsu Fengnian waved his hand, and Blue Bird retreated. Then he called out to Yu Youwei and said with a smile, "Come, let's grind the ink."
Yu Youwei asked doubtfully, "Huh?"
Hsu Fengnian stretched out his hand and pointed at the famous yellow inkstone on the table, saying, "You grind this."
He then pointed at Yu Youwei's chest and made a gesture of grinding back and forth. Hsu Fengnian said with a mischievous smile, "I'll grind this."
Yu Youwei's face flushed red. She pouted playfully, "Lecher!"
Looking at Yu Youwei fleeing in panic, Hsu Fengnian leaned back in his chair. There wasn't a trace of lust in his eyes. He narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes and turned to look out the window at the moon and sparse stars after the rain. "Where is Xu Xiao now?"
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