Bai Hu 'er's face passed by the tall figure a thousand feet away from the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
Xu Fengnian stood up. After the assassin paused for a moment, which was difficult to detect, Xu Fengnian immediately recognized the newcomer's identity. It was a completely unexpected senior.
A nameless swordsman who loved to eat swords. Sui Xie Valley.
It was the old man who lent his sword to Hsu Fengnian and saved his life from Han Diaosi.
Hsu Fengnian stood and walked out of the pavilion. Before he could walk down the stairs, the Old Ancestor Eater Sword came to the pavilion. The one-armed old man who exchanged his arm with Li Chungang lifted the sleeve of his broken arm. More than half of the sleeve was cut off. He said, "Gu Jiantang doesn't have such a sharp blade technique at his age. One blade is roughly equivalent to Gu Jiantang from eight years ago. What about two blades?"
Hsu Fengnian stepped down the stairs and smiled, "Junior greets Old Ancestor Sui."
The old man went straight to the point, "I won't haggle over your hospitality. Kid, you owe This Old Man your life. Give him seven or eight good swords first as an appetizer. How you repay your kindness later on will be calculated slowly. Kid, you robbed Wang Xianzhi's belongings from Martial Emperor City. I think This Old Man is in for a treat this time. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Unfortunately, the Family Head of the Sword Tomb blocked the way at River Prefecture. Most of the famous swords were destroyed. But since Old Ancestor is here, there are still some good swords in the treasury. Senior, you will be full for every day you stay here."
The old man glanced at the young man who he used to look down on and laughed, "Kid, this is what makes you hard to hate. Although you are not a good person, you are not stingy at all."
The old man stepped into the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Hsu Fengnian followed behind him and asked softly, "Đồng Thái didn't enter Beiliang with Senior?"
Sui Xie Valley rolled his eyes and said, "He doesn't want to get involved in the court disputes. This Old Man is the same. It's just that Tantai Pingjing is the only demon in This Old Man's heart. This Old Man has been thinking about her for eighty years. Since she came to Beiliang, This Old Man naturally has to keep an eye on her. If she cheats, This Old Man can kill her immediately."
Hsu Fengnian did not know whether to laugh or cry. Naturally, he could only stand aside and watch obediently.
Hsu Fengnian received the news very quickly. Not only did White Fox Face leave the building, she also left the city. She only carried a single blade, the Spring Thunder. Without any hesitation, she brought Wang Sheng who was helping to carry the Winter Embroidered Blade and the seven swords to Beimang. She did not even bid farewell to Hsu Fengnian before she left. This made Xu Fengnian feel a little sad.
After Sui Xie Valley sat down, he said something shocking, "With Xie Feiyu's help to capture the flood dragons of all sizes in Shu, Chen Zhibao will soon catch up with Wang Xianzhi."
The old man gloated, "Hsu Fengnian, don't tell me you have a feud with everyone with Zhi in their name?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly and shook his head. However, he was shocked and nodded slowly.
He remembered the most hidden shadow of the Qin Dynasty eight hundred years ago. His name did not have the word Zhi in it, but was called Cao Zhi.
The old man was just speaking casually. He did not care about this messy and confusing theory of numerology.
Hsu Fengnian, who had a gloomy expression, leaned against the pillar of the pavilion and closed his eyes.
Then, his expression turned for the better. He stood up and looked into the distance again.
Sui Xie Valley, who had two snow-white eyebrows, stretched out two fingers and twirled one of his long eyebrows. He stared at the young man whose state of mind had changed and slowly fell into deep thought.
From the south-east where there were streams and drizzles to the north-west where there were yellow sands and strong winds, a pair of master and disciple walked for thousands of miles. They were finally about to enter Beiliang. They were about to approach the Wudang Mountain that was full of incense. Finally, at the end of this auspicious year, they would climb the mountain amidst the heavy snow.
At this moment, the young master was carrying his exhausted disciple and was walking slowly.
"Master, after becoming a Taoist, will I have to memorize a lot of books?"
"Not necessarily."
"Master, Mr. Xu said that you are the best Taoist on the mountain. Since I am your disciple, I have to cultivate well and focus on Taoism. I am afraid that I will not do well. "
"In life, one should be at ease with one's circumstances. This is cultivation and it is also a blessing."
"Master, I don't understand. What does it mean to be at ease with one's circumstances?"
"It means to stop when you are tired. When you are not tired, you can continue. We Taoists seek Taoism. Actually, it is not in the sky but under our feet. "
"Master, then let me walk on my own. I am not tired anymore."
"It's okay. I will carry you again."
"But master, won't this not be at ease with one's circumstances?"
"Yu Fu, remember. There are some things in this world that are more important than cultivation."
"Huh?"
"Just like when you are walking on the road and you see someone. Even if you are not tired, you are not willing to walk anymore. Then, you can stop and look at her. It seems to go against the Heavenly Dao. But in the eyes of master's martial uncle, it does not go against the Great Dao. Whether I am Taoist or not, why should I need someone else to tell me? "
"Sigh, master, it sounds like being a Taoist is really difficult. But master, you also have martial uncles? "
"Of course master has martial uncles. Master's martial uncles will also have martial uncles. In the future, there will also be people on the mountain who will call you martial uncles. "
"Master, look. The leaves of the tree over there are red."
"Then let's stop and take a look?"
"Okay!"
Wudang Taoist Li Yufu put down his disciple, Yu Fu, and held his hand. They looked up at the yellow tree with bright red autumn leaves.
The autumn tree was like a woman in red.
He did not dare to calculate everything because the world was unpredictable. He did not dare to have deep feelings for fear that it would be a big dream.
Li Yufu lowered his head and looked at the child who was in a daze.
Martial Uncle, do you really want to dream for three hundred years?
Li Yufu looked at the heaven and earth with a determined gaze.
The people of the world seemed to be proving the Heavenly Dao.
Everyone had the Great Dao to walk on, but they had forgotten it.
No matter how high the Heavenly Dao was, there would always be a peak. Celestials sat high and were called immortals.
But the Great Dao was endless.
Why was there a need to be high and mighty?
Li Yufu smiled.
Martial Uncle, before you died, you told me not to walk on your path. I never understood.
Now I understand.
Li Yufu let go of his hand and folded his hands. He slowly bowed and bowed three times. The first bow was to his parents and teachers. The second bow was to heaven and earth. The third bow was to the Great Dao in his heart.
Thunder rolled in the entire Central Plains. But for some reason, there was no thunder in the world.
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