Qi Xuanzhen of Mount Longhu, Immortal Ascension, and Purple Cloud Comes From The East. When all these things were put together and heard by Lu Yangshu and the other two in the courtyard, it was truly like rolling thunder.
Even Wei Shuyang was dumbfounded. This one-armed old man's swordsmanship was superb. He easily broke through the red armor of the Talisman General with two swords. It was indeed shocking. However, no matter how fierce and domineering his swordsmanship was, he was only a first-grade master in the eyes of the four people. His realm was unattainable. However, as long as he accompanied His Royal Highness in Jianghu, he would always meet a few of these masters.
However, in the hundred years of Jianghu, how many people like Qi Xuanzhen had appeared? How many people of other surnames had suppressed the surname of Taoist Master's Residence for a full thirty years? In the one thousand six hundred years of Mount Longhu, how many people had there been? The old man with the sheep fur coat claimed to be able to exchange blows with Immortal Qi and even force the Great Immortal to summon the Heavenly Thunder with Purple Cloud Comes From The East?
Wasn't this boasting a little too much?
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ni only frowned and said, "Aren't you annoying?"
The old God of Swords wanted to say something but stopped. He probably knew that he wouldn't be able to win Jiang Ni's admiration and could only give up resentfully. When he brushed past the suspicious Shu Xiu, he slapped the tip of her buttocks at lightning speed and squeezed his fingers. When Shu Xiu came back to her senses, the sloppy old man had already walked far away. His five fingers hovered in the air and made the obscene squeezing gesture. He muttered to himself, "Compared to the cat girl surnamed Yu, it's probably softer. As expected, only young women have assets. No matter how well they take care of themselves, they will lose their spiritual aura. However, for a woman in her thirties, this feeling is not bad. Isn't Hsu Fengnian too narrow-minded? He only has the cultivation of the Great Yellow Court, yet he really stupidly consolidates his vitality? Wanting to live forever is wrong. This kind of stupid method is even more wrong. "
Yu Youwei had long turned a deaf ear to the crazy words of the old man. She led the two children, Que 'er and Little Hawthorn, who regarded this place as a fairyland, into a corridor room.
Hsu Fengnian picked the largest room and hooked his finger at Jiang Ni, indicating that she could study and earn money.
In the study, Blue Bird laid out the rice paper and prepared a brush and ink. Hsu Fengnian listened to the sound of reading while he continued to draw the detailed lines on the talisman general. The Beiliang Military Department had several Agency Divisions, and there were many mechanical and civil engineering experts who could be said to have uncanny craftsmanship. Hsu Fengnian was amazed by the unusual indestructibility of the talisman general. He planned to secretly hand over the broken red armor and the blueprint to the Agency Division after returning to Beiliang to see if they could make a few puppet dolls. Yang Qingfeng was good at controlling corpses, exorcising ghosts, and summoning gods, and was destined to be useful in this matter in the future. Therefore, among the three of them, Yang Qingfeng, who was the most inconspicuous, was the one who couldn't die the most.
As for whether Shu Xiu now bore a grudge against His Royal Highness for being heartless, would Hsu Fengnian, who had always been harsh and cold, care?
After hastily eating an exquisite vegetarian meal, Hsu Fengnian took Blue Bird to stroll around the Qingyang Palace. This palace worshipped the ancestor of Taoism, Li Laojun. Naturally, there were also several statues of the Heavenly Lords of Thunder of the Divine Firmament Sect. The greatest treasure in the palace was the precious wooden carving of the Tao Te Ching with 5,000 words. However, Hsu Fengnian had no interest in it. Even if Wu Lingsu was willing to give it to him, he would find it cumbersome.
The Qingyang Palace, which had just risen in the hands of the Prince of Qingcheng, was not as profound as the Ancestral Court of Longhu, Wudang, and could not bring out many good things. Hsu Fengnian did not see many female Taoist nuns whose eyes lit up. They were probably carefully hidden away by the father and son.
After strolling around leisurely, Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Let's go and see that iron chain bridge."
After leaving the Qingyang Palace, the closer he got to the cliff of Qingyang Peak, the stronger the wind became. His sleeves fluttered in the wind. Xu Fengnian walked with his saber in hand and finally saw the iron chain bridge swaying in the mountain wind. As for whether he could stand still when he stepped on it, Hsu Fengnian did not want to try at all.
The body of the bridge was only made of nine iron chains as thick as the mouth of a large celadon bowl. Excluding the four iron chains on the handrails, there were only five ground chains, which looked particularly narrow and dangerous. Each iron chain was connected by more than a thousand iron rings forged from wrought iron. The iron chains were covered with wooden planks. The abutments were the Earth Dragon Stake and the Sleeping Dragon Nail that fixed the entire iron bridge. According to the historical records of Mount Qingcheng, the Earth Dragon Stake weighed 20,000 pounds. At the two ends of the iron bridge stood two pavilions. The one on Qingyang Peak was called the Guanyin Pavilion, and the other was called the Listening Lantern Pavilion. Hsu Fengnian walked into the Guanyin Pavilion and said with a smile, "This pavilion is called Guanyin. Guanyin what? The other side is called the Listening Lantern. What lantern? Both names are inexplicable. "
Hsu Fengnian looked at the opposite peak and said regretfully, "If it doesn't rain, we won't be able to see the scene of thousands of lanterns facing the Heavenly Court. Alas."
Qing Niao smiled and suddenly turned around vigilantly, staring at a tall and sturdy figure that was slowly walking towards her.
Such a tall and strong woman was rare. She wore a Taoist robe and held a white-tailed horsetail whisk in her hand. Compared to the Qingcheng King's sanctimonious appearance, this middle-aged female Taoist priest looked ferocious. Her face was covered in scars. Thankfully, she was wearing the Qingyang Palace's Divine Firmament Sect Daoist robes. Otherwise, the green bird would have mistaken her for a mountain spirit.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and glanced at her. His eyes were dull, and he stood up in a daze. Blue Bird rarely saw His Royal Highness show such a dazed expression. The most recent time was in the first month of the year when the bad news of Old Huang's death on the city wall of the Martial Emperor City came. His Royal Highness had just finished his Coming of Age ceremony and was drinking warm wine alone in the attic. Hsu Fengnian's mind was blank. He looked at the tall Taoist nun with a ferocious and ugly face in front of him. He didn't show the slightest arrogance when facing Prince of Qingcheng, nor did he show the ridicule and disdain of a handsome prince meeting an ugly woman in the wild. He was only in a trance. That year, His Royal Highness, who had just been conferred the title of Pillar of the State, was conferred the title of Prince of Qingcheng the next day. He had truly reached the pinnacle of being a minister under one person. Therefore, that year, the carriage on the Qingniu Road was like a dragon. His Royal Highness was only a few years old. He had just learned how to read and write with his mother. The naughty and mischievous Princess Consort, who liked to wear plain white clothes, seemed to be seriously ill. After recovering from her illness, she took her personal maidservant and her young son to Qingshan and Xiushui to relax and play. That maidservant secretly followed her away from the grave where 200,000 swords were buried. She quietly followed her to the barren and desolate Jinzhou of Liaodong and experienced the fierce battles of the Spring and Autumn Period with the Xu family. The maidservant always wore a bronze mask on her face. When she drank water on the mountain, she took off the mask. His Royal Highness accidentally saw her and cried out in fear. After the Princess Consort, who had never beaten or scolded her son and only knew how to dote on him, went down the mountain, she actually punished the Little Heir to carry two thick books of the saints with both hands and to stand at the foot of a wall. He was not allowed to eat.
The maidservant, who had put on the mask again, secretly brought a box of food and went to visit the Little Heir, who was punished to stand. However, she was kicked by the little fellow, whose hands were numb and full of resentment. This made the Princess Consort even angrier. The young Heir only felt wronged and felt that his mother no longer cared about him. He cried heart-wrenchingly alone. The maidservant knelt silently at the side and accompanied the little fellow, who was facing the wall and reflecting, from crying to hoarse sobs and then to powerless sobs. The ignorant Heir's hands had lost feeling and he did not know where he had done wrong. But his mother said he was not allowed to eat, so he did not eat. Later, he could not even lift a book. He had one book on his head and one in his mouth. His appearance was so stubborn it made people's hearts ache.
Later, he fainted and woke up on the bed. His mother sat at the head of the bed and told the story of the armored maidservant to the Heir, who had been a young child at the time. The Heir learned that this elder, who did not look like a maidservant, was his aunt's elder. She had grown up with his mother. In order to escape from a terrifying place, his aunt did not hesitate to fight with a great villain. Her face was slowly disfigured by eighteen swords. His mother said that when his aunt was young, she had a heroic appearance and countless sword talents loved her wholeheartedly. In these years of fighting, this aunt had been wounded countless times. Even great heroes like Zhao Changling admired her. Later, the Heir personally picked a handful of mulberries and handed them to his aunt.
That year, under the Xu banner, the armored maidservant knelt on one knee and took a handful of mulberries. That child helped her wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes and said softly, "Aunt, don't wear the mask. If anyone says you are not pretty, Fengnian will slap their mouths! Right now, Fengnian is still young. Even if he cannot win, when he has the strength, he will fight with them! Here, I picked this. Aunt, don't cry. Eat the mulberries. "
This year, in the Guanyin Pavilion at the peak of Qingyang Palace, Hsu Fengnian walked towards the evil middle-aged nun. He reached out to wipe away her tears. He could not wipe them clean so he kept wiping. He sobbed and said gently, "Aunt is pretty. Aunt, don't cry."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
