A young and tall woman walked not far from them and asked, "Is that kind of Jianghu really not good?"
Đồng Thái was not good at and did not like to reason with women. He chuckled and said, "The answer is in their hands. Whoever can stand can decide the direction of Jianghu for the next hundred or thousand years."
Mount Longhu.
After Zhao Ningshen became the most powerful person in the Taoist Mansion, Mr. White Lotus, Bai Yu, who had read too many books, often took this young Taoist surnamed Zhao, who had not experienced many ups and downs in life, down and up the mountain together.
The two walked aimlessly to the foot of the mountain and then turned back to climb the mountain. Bai Yu's eyes were not good, so he walked slowly and spoke softly, "After going through so many hardships, I was able to lead the Taoist affairs in the world. Now that I've lost half of the country, including the north of Guangling River, to Qingcheng King, it's not necessarily a bad thing. Mount Longhu is not high, so it's time to calm down and look back at the scenery. In the past, everyone in the Taoist Mansion said that my words were reasonable, but really reasonable words often hurt people. I've been reading and cultivating on this mountain for many years, so I have no place to complain. But now, it's all good. Two generations of Heavenly Masters ascending together may sound impressive, but the truth is that they're just putting on an act. However, fortune and misfortune come hand in hand. Many people like me who don't share the same surname are able to rise to the top. Zhang Wenhan, Xue Jieshi, and Chen Quanyong have all truly integrated into Mount Longhu. They're the true worshippers of Mount Longhu.
Zhao Ningshen, who was often absent-minded, nodded.
Bai Yu continued, "You let the Taoist on the mountain learn the set of boxing of Mount Wudang without worry. This is the temperament that a Taoist master should have. We should eat old wheat flour and new corn flour. We can't just eat fine grain, coarse grain is also good for the stomach. "
Zhao Ningshen nodded and smiled, "Fine grain nourishes the mouth, coarse grain nourishes the stomach. There is such a saying outside the mountain."
Bai Yu looked at the top of the mountain and said earnestly, "Mount Longhu is not high. Look, it's not even as high as our neighbor's Bull Gang. It's true that the mountain is famous not because of its height, but if we all want to be immortals, it's not right."
Zhao Ningshen said, "If you want to be an immortal, you must first be a good person."
Bai Yu laughed heartily. "You're right."
Zhao Ningshen stopped and said, "I put it down."
Bai Yu squinted his eyes out of habit and turned to look at the young Daoist. He felt even more gratified and said, "Then I can rest assured."
Bai Yu stretched out a hand, indicating that he could start climbing.
Zhao Ningshen hesitated for a moment and continued to climb the stairs.
Bai Yu went down the mountain alone.
In Western Shu, there was a sea of bamboo.
In the summer, a cool breeze blew gently in the sea of bamboo, as cool as the late autumn season.
After Xie Lingzhen died in the Quicksnow Mountain Villa, the Spring Invitation Cottage was leaderless and had a period of unrest. However, when the new King of Shu entered the place and personally supported an unknown disciple of the Xie family to become the owner of the Cottage, it rose to the top of the top ten Jianghu sects of Li Yang in one fell swoop, ranking only behind the Missing Moon House on the Great Snow Plateau of Mount Hui.
Two men and one woman were drinking tea together. Listening to the wind, their teeth were fragrant and their sleeves were filled with a cool breeze.
The woman was close to thirty years old, but she was very childish and beautiful. Her charm was full of treacherous contradictions.
She was the fourth most beautiful woman on the Rouge Rankings. Her name was ordinary and strange, surnamed Xie, given name Xie. It was said that after she was fourteen years old, the Western Shu Road had a total of five people, Jingshi and Jiedushi, fought for her. However, for more than ten years, no one was able to take her into their pocket. Outsiders said that it was because of the Spring Invitation Cottage's extraordinary status.
At this moment, she was pouring tea for a man in white.
Not only were the people of Shu speechless, but even the people of Spring Invitation Cottage were puzzled. This outsider surnamed Chen had transformed the vase into the owner of the two thousand mu of bamboo.
It could not be helped. He was the Minister of War before Lu Baijie took office, the current King of Shu Chen Zhibao.
The middle-aged man sitting opposite Chen Zhibao was the uncle that Hsu Fengnian had gone to Beimang to find. He was a swordsman from the Wu family's sword tomb, Wu Qi. He was also one of the commanders of the Xu family's cavalry in the past.
Wu Qi had recognized his nephew Hsu Fengnian at the top of Beimang's city walls but did not acknowledge him. He smiled insincerely and asked playfully, "The Emperor of Liyang wants to give you his favorite daughter. Will you accept it?"
Chen Zhibao did not answer this question, nor did he pay attention to the woman's gaze. He only remained silent.
Wu Qi asked again, "He died just like that. Do you have any thoughts?"
Chen Zhibao raised his teacup and drank it as if it were wine.
Da Chu Imperial Palace.
Cao Changqing took time out from his busy schedule and walked to the pavilion that he frequented. He saw Her Highness the Princess sitting alone in the pavilion. On her lap was the red sandalwood sword case that hid the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow. She untied a string of copper coins and placed them neatly on the sword case. She absent-mindedly tapped it again and again. Every time she unloaded the case, the copper coins would stand up and roll down again, repeating the cycle.
Jiang Ni sensed the arrival of Uncle Chess Awaiting Orders. She touched the sword case and quickly put away the copper coins.
Cao Changqing sat on the stone bench and hesitated. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Ni squeezed out a smile and said softly, "It's okay. He's the King of Beiliang. I'm the Princess of Da Chu. I know. "
Cao Changqing was silent.
Cao Changqing slowly closed his eyes, still hesitating to speak.
Jiang Ni clenched the copper coins and muttered to herself, "A scourge lives for a thousand years."
Cao Changqing opened his eyes and sighed, "If only it was a little later."
The Northern Mang's royal tents that stretched as far as a majestic city were moved to the Southern Dynasty. Just like before, the Northern Mang Empress continued to discuss matters in the ash painting that had been passed down from generation to generation. After the discussion was over, the Northern Mang Empress asked Dong Zhuo and Hong Jingyan, these two new and powerful military nobles, to stay behind. She smiled and asked, "In the past thousand years, who could be said to be the pinnacle of martial arts?
Hong Jingyan bowed and replied, "Eight hundred years ago, there was the unknown master behind the Great Qin Emperor. Between seven hundred and five hundred years ago, it was Lu Dongxuan who could be considered invincible. Four hundred years ago, it was Gao Shulu. A hundred years ago, Liu Songtao was only half a master. Next is the current Wang Xianzhi. When these four and a half masters were alive, there was rarely another master who was on par with them. Even if there was a master beyond this world, they had never fought. For example, Wang Xianzhi and Qi Xuanzhen."
The Empress of Beimang laughed, "This time, Wang Xianzhi used Hsu Fengnian as an example. Is it using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken, or is it a great phenomenon that hasn't happened in a thousand years?"
Hong Jingyan whispered, "The odds are nine to one."
The old woman said, "Then it's a narrow escape."
Dong Zhuo, who had been standing beside Hong Jingyan all this time, didn't reply. He waited until the tent was completely silent before he said with a gloating expression, "It's good that they're dead. They didn't even need a single soldier and half of Li Yang's northwest gate has already collapsed. When the news reaches here, Hong Jingyan, do you want to have a competition to see who's faster? "
Hong Jingyan completely ignored this fat man.
The Empress waved her hand. The two of them walked out of the tent at the same time, one on the left and one on the right.
The old woman smiled. "Father and son, are you going to meet so soon?"
At the peak of Zhulu Mountain.
A white dress versus a red dress.
The woman in white sat on the stone steps at the top. She raised a wine pot and drank wine without any worry between her eyebrows.
For some reason, the otherworldly item in the red dress was facing the white dress Luo Yang.
Luo Yang said indifferently, "It's okay. No one in the world believes him, but I do. "
Luo Yang suddenly stood up and raised her arm. She smiled knowingly and said, "I won't change for eight hundred years!"
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