The little girl opened the imperial edict and raised it above her head. She opened her eyes wide to read the words. "Xiao Yu, where are we going next? I actually like this place, but Grandpa Sui went to the Southern Sea to compete with the Peach Blossom Sword God. "
"We're going to the far north. It's a bit cold there, so you have to recite the secret that Master taught you."
"How far north is that? Forget it, Sister Lin always says you have no sense of direction. Xiao Yu, you won't lead us the wrong way, right? "
"I don't think so."
"Eh? Xiao Yu, what do you say? "
"Imperial edict."
"What about this word?"
"Lower it, let me take a look."
…
On the city wall, Lin Ya walked to the side of the downtrodden young master with a tattered fan hanging from his waist. A rare gentle expression appeared on his face. "Zhao Gou spent a lot of effort to get you out of Beiliang. Your father, Yuan Benxi, even made an exception to send you to the Eastern Sea. Are you going to continue being so depressed?"
The young man remained silent.
Lin Ya sighed and patted his head. "Silly child, there's no obstacle that can't be overcome."
The young man muttered, "I can lose to anyone. Gu Jiantang, the Wu Family Sword Tomb Patriarch, but I can't lose to Hsu Fengnian …"
Lin Ya interrupted him. "Bullsh * t! Jiang Fuding, do you know how many times my master lost to Li Chungang? Six years, six times! That's how he climbed from the Vajra Realm to the Heavenly Image Realm! "
Jiang Fuding smiled bitterly. "Who do I think I am? How can I compare to Wang Xianzhi, who has been the world's number one for sixty years?"
Lin Ya was furious. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Fuding said, "Don't try to persuade him."
Jiang Fuding turned around and asked with a smile, "Do you have wine?"
Lin Ya snorted. "Just you wait, I'll drink you to death!"
Jiang Fuding suddenly pulled on Lin Ya's sleeve without saying anything.
The tall Lin Ya pressed his hand on the back of his head and pulled him towards his shoulder. "You men always want to be the world's number one. Especially you. Once you feel that there's no hope, you like to go to a dead end. Actually, why bother? Hsu Fengnian, that bastard, was truly treacherous. He was certain that you didn't dare to risk your life, so he purposely used his power to pressure you. Not only did he make you give up on being a pawn that had crossed the river, he also made you the prey of the Beiliang soldiers, slowly wearing down your spirit. He even purposely let you off, allowing Zhao Gou to save you. Indeed, my master met Li Chungang back then. Your luck is too bad. Your archenemy is a guy without any grace. "
Lin Ya pushed Jiang Fuding away, patted her shoulder, and stretched her body. "Forget it, forget it. I don't want to stay in the Martial Emperor City and drink with you all day long. Women can't withstand such torment. They grow old quickly! This won't do. While I'm still pretty, I'll take a stroll in Jianghu and see if I can charm a few young heroes. "
Jiang Fuding watched her receding figure. His lips trembled, but he didn't say those two words in the end.
This God's favored son who used to be brothers with Prince Zhao Kai sat dejectedly on top of the city wall. He looked at the East Sea Tide rolling in from the west to the east.
— —
Dragon Gate Crossing.
Further east was the old West Chu border. Li Yang had crossed the river here on Guangling's ice. He fought like a lion hunting a rabbit and forced the West Chu General Zhoujiang to surrender without a fight. However, as the world settled down, the Longmen Ferry was no longer as prosperous as it was in the Spring and Autumn Period. The people nearby lived in peace and contentment. Compared to the undercurrent in the west, this place was still considered peaceful. They still worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Previously, a monk and a Taoist lived here. When the imperial court destroyed Buddhism, countless monks lost their homes. Therefore, the temporary residence of these two people was not considered eye-catching. When the people in the village met with a small illness or disaster, they would ask the middle-aged Taoist for some folk medicine. The herbs in the medicine were easy to find. The Taoist priest named Wang also never took gold or silver. At most, he would take some grains and vegetables. He would not compete with others for small profits. Perhaps it was because this Taoist priest was too amiable that no one treated him as a Taoist deity. Some children liked to borrow his peach wood sword to play with. Although the Taoist priest was serious, most children had a pure heart and were more accurate in judging people. They knew that Taoist priest Wang would never get angry. On the other hand, the monk with the tattered kasaya was crazy. He liked to talk to people in a language that they didn't understand. When he was not crazy, he would stare at the Guangling River in a daze. Taoist priest Wang was afraid that he would be bored and made a bamboo fishing rod for the monk. The monk would often sit by the river for an entire day. His fish basket was empty and could not compare to the fishermen's children beside him.
Today, in the twilight, the monk did not catch anything. He sat there motionless. The fishermen's children had already returned from a rewarding journey. They happened to meet Taoist priest Wang. After greeting him, they left happily.
The Taoist priest stood beside the monk and asked with a smile, "Awake?"
The monk nodded.
The poor Taoist priest was the Martial Uncle of the current Wudang leader Li Yufu, the Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping. The monk was not only the Fawang of Mount Lantuo, but also the Cult Leader of the Devil Cult Liu Songtao of Mount Zhulu a hundred years ago. He was also the famous useless monk in Jianghu. After the two met, they fought and fought, asked and answered. It was not until they reached the Dragon Gate ferry that Liu Songtao was more "awake" than "asleep". Wang Xiaoping's attainment in the art of the sword advanced by leaps and bounds. Although he did not enter the top fifteen of the New Martial Arts Ranking, Wang Xiaoping could vaguely feel that he was only a foot away from that threshold. This threshold, his Shifu, Da Shixiong, and Xiao Shidi, three successive Wudang leaders, all had their own opinions, but they all led to the same destination. In the beginning, Wang Xiaoping was an anomaly among the older generation of martial brothers. He focused more on the art than the Dao, and his temperament was not as gentle. He was the only one who gave Beiliang's Heir Apparent a hard time. If Wang Xiaoping, who used to be the world's Number One Talisman Sword God Tu, was the sharpest sword, then the current middle-aged Taoist priest's sharpness was much more restrained. The heavy sword had no edge.
Wang Xiaoping squatted down, picked up a stone, and threw it into the river. When the monk next to him was "asleep", he liked to talk nonsense in the eyes of the world. For example, he would grab a commoner and say, "This poor monk knows that you have a past life and a future life. If you reincarnate early, you can enjoy great fortune. Will you die?" This scared the commoner to death. Or he would ask others, "We were born between heaven and earth. Do we treat plants, trees, fish, and birds as our neighbors, or as fellow villagers?" Or he would ask himself, "What I think, think, and ask, is it destined by the heavens? What I don't think, don't think, and don't ask, is it also destined by the heavens? Since it's like this, how can I be truly free? " Moreover, this monk often did the act of "Asking Buddha" by the river. He loudly asked, "Tathagata, how come?", "Joyful Buddha, what is joy?", and so on. This made the commoners feel inconceivable. However, considering that Daoist Wang was not strange, they did not report this to the authorities.
Liu Songtao rarely swung the bamboo pole in his hand. He asked, "Are you still thinking about the matter of ice and charcoal in the same furnace? Ancestor Lu clearly thought about this problem but couldn't explain it clearly. You just have to make things difficult for yourself. What's the benefit? "
Wang Xiaoping smiled and said, "Cultivating on Mount Wudang for five hundred years, I've always insisted on doing small things. I don't want to be a big figure. What I do is nothing more than adding oil to the fire. Cultivating oneself doesn't seek to ascend to immortality, but to let nature take its course. Before this, I had to go down the mountain to travel, and I was even more busy cultivating others. Whether the world below the mountain is good or bad, it doesn't delay the birth of spring, the growth of summer, the harvest of autumn, and the storage of winter. You said that Ancestor Lu didn't clearly explain the root of the fusion of the three religions, but Mount Wudang has never had the rule that if the ancestors didn't do well, the descendants wouldn't do it. Just like the Guangling River in front of us. It flows fiercely, thanks to the water in the front opening the way and the water in the back walking. Neither can be missing. Otherwise, there wouldn't be the surging east flowing into the sea, and the grand spirit that has lasted for thousands of years. "
Liu Songtao sighed with emotion, "It's difficult."
Wang Xiaoping turned her head and asked, "Have you thought it through?"
Liu Songtao nodded and said, "Liu Songtao wants to find someone for himself. The old monk of Mount Lantuo wants to stop someone for the sake of the world's Buddhist legacy. Since we know that the person we're looking for is no longer here, there's no need to search. "
Wang Xiaoping smiled and asked, "I once promised Little Junior Brother that it's probably the same person you're trying to stop. When the time comes, will you go first or should I?"
Liu Songtao said calmly, "You go first. When the time comes, I can still recite a few sutras for you. Besides, I can't die for the time being. If I can't stop him, then I can't stop him. I'll just make way. But you, Wang Xiaoping, or your sword, can't. "
Wang Xiaoping said, "That's fine too. When it comes to praying for blessings and averting calamities, I'm far inferior compared to my brothers. "
Liu Songtao smiled and said, "Your sword is a good sword. If it were a hundred years ago, I would still appreciate it. "
Wang Xiaoping, who had always been cold, suddenly laughed for no reason.
She remembered the time when she was at Mount Wudang. When the young man who practiced the knife went to the Purple Bamboo Forest to flatter him, he said that his swordsmanship was extraordinary and his swordsmanship was godly. In reality, it should be that cheap word, right? No wonder Little Junior Brother was secretly happy at that time, but didn't dare to laugh out loud.
— —
Xu Yanbing left the border of Beiliang alone and stopped at the border between Youzhou and River Prefecture.
There was also a young girl who left Beiliang after visiting the grave. She carried a tender sunflower that had not yet turned golden. She didn't walk quickly because she didn't want to see Old Huang.
She wore an unfashionable mink hat. It was unknown who had given it to her, but she was so reluctant to part with it.
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