Wenlong was born in Beiliang. Even if he did not hear any Jianghu rumors or anecdotes, but no matter how ignorant he was, he still heard that there were many immortals living on Mount Wudang. Each of them had the demeanor of an immortal and could summon the wind and rain. Therefore, when he followed his master to climb the mountain this time, he was especially pious. Every time he met a Taoist priest on the mountain, regardless of whether they were old or young, he would stop and salute them. This made the Wudang Taoists who recognized Hsu Fengnian very terrified. Hsu Fengnian did not stop the child from being serious. This pure heart of a child might be the cornerstone of Wenlong's courageous progress on the path of martial arts in the future. A newborn calf was not afraid of any tiger. If he was lucky enough to survive once, he would definitely not survive the tiger's mouth every time. When Hsu Fengnian was climbing the mountain, he whispered to Yu Dilong, "If a person can be fearless in Jianghu, there are two kinds of people. The first kind is those who do not know the depth of Jianghu and are arrogant, or those who have some background and have something to rely on and look down on others. These people are as numerous as the hairs on a cow, and many of them die. The other kind is those who already know the dangers of Jianghu, whether it is their own understanding or the advice of their seniors, but they are stubborn and have a clear conscience. This kind of person is relatively rare, but the number of deaths is not small. Jianghu is such a place. It doesn't care whether you are good or bad, if you are not good in water or have bad luck, as long as you get involved, you will easily drown. In just a few years, most of the masters who died in my master's hands are the latter. "
"Your junior apprentice sister Wang Sheng studies the sword, and she will not change in this lifetime. Since ancient times, there have been battles of will and Taoism. The person who said it most thoroughly and saw it the most clearly, that person used to cultivate on this mountain. The reason why he did not let Wang Sheng practice on the mountain was because he was afraid that it would be dark under the lamp, and she would not be able to see the mountain clearly. He simply let her go further away to look at the scenery. After all, her rise is very high. If she blindly spoils things through excessive enthusiasm, she may become an embroidered pillow like the Spring Invitation Cottage's sect master in the future. "
"Your junior brother, Lu Yunchang, is extremely sharp, but he's also filled with bloodlust. Just by relying on joining the army at the border to kill people, his saber arts will only deteriorate as he kills. His martial path will become narrower and narrower. In the end, he will be caught in his own trap. Even if he has Gu Jiantang's talent, as long as he doesn't have Gu Jiantang's breadth of mind and vision, he will definitely not be able to master a top-grade saber art. That was why he was sent to the Fish-dragon Gang to train for a few years. The world was like a mirror, and the more you looked at someone, the more you wiped the mirror. Her heart was not his heart. You have to be an understanding person first, only then can you understand how to use a saber. A saber has a single edge, it's more focused on killing intent than a sword. It's extremely hard and easy to break. If you don't understand anything, sooner or later you'll die by your own saber. "
"As for you, you're still young. You might as well learn from that guy called Hong Xixiang on the mountain. There's no need to rush, and there's no need to force yourself to take that step. I only have the three of you as my disciples. Lu Yunchang will fight for the limelight, so it won't be your turn as the eldest senior brother for the time being. He would gladly carry your burden on his shoulders. In this world, other than the crown prince who's destined to sit on the dragon throne in the future, no one has to be successful. As long as you can protect yourself, you can live however you want, as long as you're happy. Among the three of you, Wang Sheng is a little different. Because she practices swordsmanship, out of selfishness, I put Master's score on her and gave her a heavy burden. I have to make this clear to you. You can't hold a grudge against Wang Sheng because of this. "
Walking behind Hsu Fengnian on the steps, Liulong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Master, I won't. I can't wait for Junior Sister to practice the most powerful swordsmanship. It doesn't matter if she's better than me."
Hsu Fengnian stopped and turned back to look at Liulong. The child blushed slightly from being stared at. Hsu Fengnian joked, "You have a good eye. Ignoring everything else, you've already inherited Master's teachings on this point."
This child's physique had been enlightened at an early age and had reached the Consummation stage. He was miles ahead of his master, Xu Fengnian. Now that his ignorant thoughts were exposed, he scratched his head and pretended to be stupid. Hsu Fengnian looked into the distance and said softly, "If the three of you become successful in the future, you must remember two things. Wang Sheng and Lu Yunzhang should have a life and death battle between swords and sabers. You don't have to stop them from competing, but I hope you won't kill Lu Yunzhang in a fit of anger. Also, don't learn from Master's womanizing ways, but not his heartlessness. Smart people fall in love, but if they're unlucky enough to meet a bad person, they'll suffer a fate worse than death. Whether it's true or not, there's almost no one who's comfortable. Look at Cao Changqing and Xuanyuan Jingcheng, and then look at the carefree Đồng Thái … "
Hsu Fengnian stopped talking halfway. Yu Dilong heard half of it and waited for a long time, but he didn't continue. He looked up at his self-proclaimed heartless Master. After Hsu Fengnian slowly came back to his senses, he rubbed Yu Dilong's head and asked with a smile, "Do you think it's your Master's wife?"
Yu Dilong stared blankly for a moment, but he quickly said decisively, "Pei Nanwei!"
Hsu Fengnian bent his finger and tapped the child's forehead. "It's not bad to help those close to you, but those who achieve great things are mostly neutral and peaceful. Master has suffered a lot in the past, so you have to learn from it. "
Yu Dilong sighed, his entire face scrunched up. He complained, "Master, you've said so many great principles today, I can't eat them all at once."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said that eating was a blessing, but he really didn't talk to his disciple anymore. The two of them silently climbed up the mountain. Under the secret instruction of Mount Qing Liang, the local government donated several large sums of money to Mount Wudang. They also contributed a lot of manpower to help build a new Black Tortoise Hall, Guanxing Ge, Law Enforcement Bureau, and a series of other grand and elaborate buildings on the mountain. Furthermore, they also built an academy on the mountainside, a place with picturesque hills and limpid waters, where the immortal music of Taoist school was faintly discernible, intertwined with the sound of books, bringing out the best in each other. Some of the old and dilapidated buildings on Mount Wudang that couldn't be repaired were also given a new look. The incense on the mountain was already flourishing, and with the new Prince Liang's undisguised support, the pilgrims were ordinary people. It was impossible to tell whether or not Mount Wudang's celestial aura had increased, but the human and fiery aura was much more than before. Every first and fifteenth day of the month, there were many tourists, and the incense was flourishing. It could almost compete with Mount Longhu.
After Hsu Fengnian met the old Zhenren Chen Yao, who was in charge of discipline, he settled down next to the Elephant Washing Pond where he used to practice his saber. He didn't deliberately restrain the little dragon, allowing the child to wander around the mountain. Hsu Fengnian spent most of his time meditating on a huge rock in the middle of the pond. Finally, he stopped the Qi in his body from collapsing for a thousand li. The "water level of the pond" slowly rose back up. During this period of time, there was a constant stream of courier riders delivering redacted copies of the relatively important Wutongin documents to the mountain. In his spare time to stabilize his body, Hsu Fengnian would carefully read through each official document. Other than the courier riders delivering important government affairs, secret military affairs at the border were handed over to the experienced spies of the Fu Shui Bureau. Among the spies were some newly recruited Jianghu experts, all of whom had already been selected by Chu Lushan. It was unrealistic to have these people fight to the death on the battlefield, but to have them do some relaxing work, they would still be scrambling for it. Selecting Jianghu people to be elite courier soldiers was one of the suggestions put forward by Wang Lvting, who had taken over the Golden Weaving Bureau from Li Xifeng. Apart from this, the Golden Weaving Bureau set up weaving departments in the other three prefectures. They could not personally participate in local governance, arresting thieves, or participating in impeachment, but they could help Mount Qingliang secretly report and supervise various affairs. At the same time, it was precisely because of Wang Lvting's suggestion that the total of more than twenty academies in Liangling and Youzhou, under the leadership of three leaders of the literary scene, evaluate three "best articles" of any genre each month. The winner would directly obtain an official position in Beiliang. There was something interesting about this. The literary giant in Liangzhou responsible for reviewing the articles was none other than Wang Chudong, who had written "The First Snow." However, the articles that truly reached Hsu Fengnian's hands were mostly those "abandoned articles" that criticized the current political situation. Although many of the articles were biased in their point of view, even treacherous and heinous, these scholars had quietly put their names on Wutongin's archives. Even they themselves did not know that many of the resentful works that they had tossed into the wastepaper basket, those crumpled manuscripts, would appear on Mount Qingliang's study desk several days later.
Hsu Fengnian's temporary thatched hut was practically lit at night.
On a stormy, thunderous night, Hsu Fengnian finished reading all the reports from Beiliang's spies and the reports from Liyang's residence that had been delivered to him. He picked out three and spread them out on the table. One came from Huaiyang Pass, where the border protectorate was located. It was personally written by Chu Lushan. It was said that one's handwriting was like one's person, but Chu Lushan's handwriting was extremely delicate and gentle, practically the handwriting of a woman. It was truly impossible to associate it with his bloated body. The secret letter reported the general progress of the refugees in Liuzhou. After Beiliang relaxed its border restrictions, the number of refugees entering the country had reached a peak. In a single month, the number of people crossing the border had reached four thousand. However, those who chose to enter Beiliang's army were few and far between, almost negligible. Only when the news that Hsu Fengnian, the King of Beiliang, had killed Wang Xianzhi spread out, and the newly appointed Governor of Liuzhou, Yang Guangdou, added fuel to the fire. Finally, there was a large wave of people. In the short span of ten days, six thousand people had taken the initiative to request to join the army at the border.
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