Wu Shizhen pricked up his ears but still couldn't hear Hsu Fengnian's mutterings. Seeing a large number of Taoists pouring out of the Qingyang Palace, he was suddenly filled with pride. He quickened his pace and distanced himself from Hsu Fengnian, who was carrying two blades. Only then did he point to a stone tablet outside the palace and chuckle. "On it are the words' Duke and Marquis dismount '. It was bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor."
Hsu Fengnian glanced at it and recognized the handwriting. It was indeed written by the Emperor. It was the same as the Tide-listening Pavilion's Nine Dragons Plaque. It was standard, but there was no charm.
Hsu Fengnian ignored him and urged his horse up the palace. The horse stepped on the white jade steps, the sound of hooves exceptionally crisp.
Wei Shuyang followed closely behind. Lü Qiantang and the other two followed suit. Especially Lü Qiantang, he was extremely pleased. "Duke and Marquis dismount? I, Lü Qiantang, can turn a blind eye to a commoner of a fallen country. "
Shu Xiu, who was almost handed over to the Qingyang Palace by His Royal Highness, had an ugly expression. The sound of the horse's hooves was particularly heavy.
Wu Shizhen didn't stop them. This most gentlemanly son of the Qingcheng Prince tidied up his headscarf and robe and slowly walked up the steps. All the masters of the Qingyang Palace poured out, no less than fifty people.
His father, Wu Lingsu, established the Shenxiao Sect, which was a glorious start to a sect. In addition, he was conferred the title of King. Although all the Taoists of Nine Bushels of Rice were driven out, he still attracted many capable people who came because of his fame. Finally, thirty-six people formed the Shenxiao Sword Formation. Once the formation was activated, the thirty-six swords whistled and thundered.
When he was young, he saw countless old Taoists of Nine Bushels of Rice from Mount Qingcheng come to the Qingyang Palace to reason. They were all defeated by the Yuxiao Sword Formation, which only had eighteen people at that time. Now the Qingyang Palace was unparalleled in Mount Qingcheng. The Yuxiao Sword Formation was said to be invincible against those below the Second Rank, and the Shenxiao Sword Formation could even contend against those below the First Rank. Wu Shizhen wasn't a frog in a well. He knew that there was a gap between these two sword formations and the Three Great Sword Formations, which had been famous for hundreds of years. However, could this group of people in front of him withstand it?
The brawny man with the big sword was a little tricky to deal with. The bodyguard with snow-white hands might also have some strange skills. As for Taoist Priest Mi, who was closest to the young master, Wu Shizhen had never taken him seriously.
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These two female Taoists were a pair of aunts and nieces. At first, they resisted in every way possible, but after tasting the feeling of cultivating with a sheep and a goat, they were very obedient. Being happy immortals in the Qingyang Palace was much more pleasant and relaxing than being ordinary people at the foot of the mountain. Which secular woman didn't want to be able to retain her youth? His father said that even the Imperial Concubines couldn't avoid it!
There were many ways to distinguish between people and horses. Wu Shizhen only chose the one he was most interested in, which was how to identify's' 'Dual Cultivation's' 'Tripod Furnaces. He could tell at a glance that the's' Tripod Furnaces' 'quality was very good. The one who was ridiculed by Aunt Shu was' 'top' grade. The maid in green who drove the carriage and the beautiful maid who only poked her head out once were 'top' grade.
The charming woman riding the horse with the black girl in her arms was' 'celestial's' that made people drool. She was' 'second' celestial's' 'Lotus Bodhisattva' '.
Wu Shizhen was tempted. He wasn't troubled by this Beiliang's' Retainer Xiongjian. He didn't care which Beiliang general's' descendant he was. He had the ability to bring thousands of cavalry to Qingcheng, but Yongzhou, which General Gu Jiantang had built into an iron bucket, wouldn't allow Beiliang's' 'soldiers to cross half of the province?
We're both military men with outstanding achievements. How could you, Xu Xiao, obtain the 'Pillar State's' title and be conferred the title of King of Beiliang? How could I, Gu Jiantang, be only one of the eight's' Pillars State '? I'm an official in the imperial court, but the military power in my hands is as light as a feather. Wu Shizhen didn't think Gu Jiantang would be so magnanimous as to laugh it off. In the past ten years, Yongzhou's' generals had changed frequently. A third of General Gu's' old subordinates had either intentionally or unintentionally been inserted. At the beginning of the year, when his father was drinking, he privately said, "Gu Jiantang and Lame Xu are going head to head. The Gu surnamed Xu is slightly inferior to Lame Xu in terms of scheming and strength, but Gu Jiantang is only forty-three years old. That's enough." If Xu Xiao was so embarrassed, how could a Beiliang's general be so? How could Wu Shizhen be afraid? Moreover, Beiliang's' three hundred thousand cavalry generals were all in the hands of the six young adopted sons. He had never heard of any of them having descendants as old as this young man in front of him.
Therefore, Wu Shizhen's dilemma was how to distribute the women. How many should he give to his father? Should he hand over the little white cat lady who looked like a Bodhisattva and keep the rest for himself? Or should he only take one of the three thousand women? But would his father, who wholeheartedly wanted to prove his Dao to the world, agree?
On Mount Qingcheng, the Prince of Qingcheng, Wu Lingsu, was the Heavens, and Wu Shizhen was undoubtedly the "Son of Heaven." Whenever Wu Shizhen had a headache, he would habitually roll up the two swaying sword belts of the "Xiao Yao Scarf" with his index fingers, dazzling the dozen or so Daoist nuns who had run out of the main hall to join in the fun. The Daoist nuns were infatuated with these little movements of Wu Shizhen's the most. As for in bed, of course they preferred his open and large movements. Compared to the strict rules of dual cultivation with Wu Shizhen's father, where every movement had to be done according to the book, not missing a single step, the Daoist nuns were, without exception, more willing to do it with Wu Shizhen.
This little immortal who knew how to dote on others could wave the Peach Blossom Beauty Fan, play the Suet White Jade Flute, and play the Guqin, causing hundreds of birds to sing in unison. Even the couple who had been kidnapped into the Qingyang Palace were willing to not return home, let alone some female Daoist priests who had been brought up the mountain when they were young.
Wu Shizhen looked up at Hsu Fengnian, who was sitting high on the big jujube horse, and said with a smile, "This horse is mine."
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