Back then, he had once met the Grand Tutor of Beimang, Li Qingshan, for the second time on the muddy road. He did not know whether it was before or after, but it was also good karma. The Qilin Daoist had said he was about to ascend, and he had indeed ascended. However, before Li Qingshan ascended, he had visited Beiliang as a streak of light and personally brought a message to Hsu Fengnian. It was a pity that apart from Suixie Gu, who possessed a profound cultivation, no one else could appreciate such a shocking scene. The several thousand people outside the Pill Garden Fields only took a blink of an eye, but to Hsu Fengnian and Li Qingshan, it felt like the time it took for a stick of incense to burn. After Li Qingshan ran into the Pill Garden Fields, he staggered, almost colliding with Hsu Fengnian. After being supported by Hsu Fengnian with a smile, the old daoist smiled brightly, but there was a hint of self-mockery in his voice. "Since it's my first time ascending, and I've ascended to the high grade of the eighteenth grade, I thought I'd only ascend to the mid grade at most. Even I found it rather difficult to control myself. It's mostly because of you. If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have been able to justify it."
Hsu Fengnian bowed slightly. "Congratulations on forging an immortal, daoist."
Li Qingshan extended a finger and pointed at the top of his head. "Let's cut to the chase. My superiors are watching. I'm treated as a living immortal in the human world, but I'm just a rash newcomer there. I'll have to act according to their mood. I've taken the liberty of coming here this time to say some last words to you. You can treat them as the last words of an immortal. After all, whether or not there will be any ascended immortals in the future is another matter altogether … Let's not talk about that. Hsu Fengnian, I'll ask you something. You just have to ask yourself. I have to leave after asking. I don't want to hear your answer.
Hsu Fengnian answered politely, "Please ask, daoist. I'll think about it carefully."
Li Qingshan straightened his face and asked sternly, "Cultivators, attaining immortality and ascending to the ranks of immortals. Are you challenging the heavenly dao? Practitioners of martial arts cultivate their bodies and maintain their health, prolonging their lives. Are you competing with the king of hell? Since both of them go against the common sense of heaven and earth, why are there still ascended Celestials and Level One experts? "
Hsu Fengnian couldn't help but laugh, "Are you here as a lobbyist for this world?"
Li Qingshan shook his head. "Think about it again."
Just when Hsu Fengnian wanted to say something, Li Qingshan pointed at Hsu Fengnian's chest before vanishing in a flash. Afterwards, a pillar of light invisible to the world rose up from the ground, rushing into the clouds and breaking through the sky.
Hsu Fengnian raised his head to look at the gradually dissipating light beam and the sea of clouds that remained in the sky.
He suddenly remembered a kind of cultivation method on Mount Wudang that had been passed down for thousands of years and had been made public to the public. After ascending the mountain to cultivate, one would ask the heaven and earth. When one descended the mountain to cultivate, one would ask others. When one finally attained enlightenment, one would ask oneself.
Cultivation. Cultivation was the truth.
Hsu Fengnian began to realise that he seemed to have become far too busy after accompanying Xu Xiao to meet the empress of Beimang in the snowstorm. Moreover, this mental busyness was very self-absorbed. As a matter of fact, it was definitely not Xu Xiao's original intentions.
In the depths of his heart, Hsu Fengnian missed the jianghu outside Beiliang. That had once been his childhood dream. He had once thought that it was the snowman he had compared to Xuanyuan Qingfeng. Once it melted, it melted. He could not ask for it again.
There were many people in the jianghu who made Hsu Fengnian feel regret and guilt. Hsu Fengnian missed Old Huang with a missing front tooth, the wanderer with a wooden sword, the old man with a sheepskin coat who was past his prime, Hong Xixiang who rode an ox, his eldest sister who had married off to a distant place in Jiangnan, and even the demon couple in the Duck's Head Green inn. He missed the Beimang woman, Qing Zhu 'niang, who was constantly thinking about her dead daughter.
There were many people in the jianghu that he cared about, yet he could only watch on helplessly as they were separated from him, whether by life or death.
There were many things that he had not done well. He could not stop Old Huang from going to Martial Emperor city, he could not stop Wen Hua from being defeated in the jianghu, he could not keep his eldest sister alive, he could not stop his second sister from sitting on the dragon throne, and he could not stop Sweet Potato from leaving Dunhuang city.
As a result, Hsu Fengnian often felt that being the hereditary King of Beiliang was just a heavy burden that he could not escape from. It was not something that he truly wanted to do.
Only now did Hsu Fengnian begin to think deeply about what he wanted to do after being asked by Li Qingshan.
Hsu Fengnian gazed at the Nine Heavens and said gently, "The heavenly path is a single-plank bridge that only the heavens can walk on. The great path is a broad path that everyone in the secular world can walk on. "
He had no idea just how similar this sentence was to Li Yufu, who could make countless bolts of lightning roll through the world.
In the end, Hsu Fengnian said to himself, "What do I want to do? It's so simple. I just want to be Xu Xiao's son! Xu Xiao gave so many desperate commoners a path of survival in the Spring and Autumn Period. As his son, I want to guard this path. If anyone refuses, I'll make them agree. "
Sui Xiegu, who had been waiting for a long time, rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "Kid, are you going to fight or not?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled apologetically. He raised his hand and the Shudao sword emerged from its sheath.
However, at this moment, a woman's voice suddenly rang out in everyone's ears, "Sui Xiegu, get down here!"
Hsu Fengnian took pleasure in Sui Xiegu's misfortune. He smiled and asked, "Old senior Sui, are you going to fight or not?"
Sui Xiegu's expression stiffened. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to fight! Why wouldn't I fight? Tantai Pingjing, there's no place for women to speak here! "
Hsu Fengnian restrained his smile and said, "It's fine. Li Chungang said that everything in the world is a matter of one sword."
He glanced at the Shudao and said softly, "Go."
The ancient sword, Shu Dao, instantly disappeared.
Sui Xiegu suddenly raised his head.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "But this sword of mine is a bit too much."
Almost at the same time, the Hundred Swords of the Wu family in Beiliang, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Luo Yang, Xu Ying, Tuoba, Deng Mao, the man who did not use a sword but carried a sword for his wife, the masters of the Beimang Chess and Sword Music School, Qi Xianxia who was still traveling outside Mount Longhu, the Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Baijie in the capital, the young Taoist Li Yufu who was rushing to Mount Wudang with his disciple Yu Fu, and Jiang Ni who was in a daze in the old capital of Da Chu, all raised their heads at the same time.
Especially Jiang Ni, who hesitated and muttered to himself, "Borrow."
The Wu family's Sword Tomb, Dongyue's Sword Pool, and the Chess and Sword Music School were widely recognized as the places with the most swords in Jianghu.
All the famous swords in the world flew into the sky to Beiliang.
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