The child, who did not get an answer, kept pestering him. The old man could only say, "As scholars, we must scrupulously abide by the Saint's words of not speaking of strange forces and chaotic gods. However, I can still talk to you about something else. In fact, when I was young, I used to travel under the guise of traveling and secretly went to visit immortals in green robes with a sword. Perhaps I didn't have the Lucky Chance, so I didn't meet those masters with white hair and youthful faces in the eyes of the world. However, when I was middle-aged, I went to the Taoist Master Mansion on Longhu Mountain with many people and met the old Taoist Master of that generation. However, we didn't have the opportunity to have a deep conversation. After all, at that time, my official status was too low and I was only at the bottom. At that time, I felt that being an official was inferior to cultivating Dao. There were so many scholars in the world, and it was so difficult to become a scholar after the death of a Grand Tutor. There weren't many people who cultivated Dao in the world, so it was relatively easy to become a first-rank official. "
The child was disappointed. "Great Grandfather, then why did we come all the way to Mount Wudang? My father said that his bones were about to fall apart from the bumpy ride. "
A young Confucian scholar nearby suddenly blushed.
The old man stroked his snow-white beard and smiled. "Great Grandfather has never seen immortals, but when I was in charge of a region, I met a Daoist priest of the same age. We had a pleasant conversation, and that Daoist priest taught me a set of body nourishing techniques. The reason why Great Grandfather can live to this age is because of that Daoist priest's kindness. Although so many years have passed, I still remember that Daoist priest's appearance very clearly. He was tall, benevolent, righteous, and heroic, with the style of an ancient wandering scholar. Compared to the Yellow Purple Noble of the Celestial Master's residence, he really didn't have any arrogance. "
The old man sighed. "That Daoist priest was the previous leader of Mount Wudang, called Wang Zhonglou. I only found out that he was the leader of Beiliang's Mount Wudang after a long time, so before I was completely buried in the earth, I hurried here to take a look. At the same time, I also wanted to see how high Beiliang's northwest sky was. Because when great-grandfather was an official in Tai 'an City, there was an imperial censor who impeached a person. He said that after that person arrived in Beiliang and held a banquet, he pointed to the chair under his butt and said to everyone that this chair was not the dragon chair, but it was much higher than the one in the capital. "
The old man's son was almost sixty years old. After hearing this, he laughed and said, "It's most likely nonsense."
The old man nodded.
Beiliang Xu Qi, who had been watching the old man carry his great-grandson, did not say anything. He turned around and silently looked into the distance.
His wife held his hand, tilted her head and asked softly, "Is it true or not?"
It was indeed the Hsu Fengnian's' Xu Qi '. He said softly, "It's true. I was still young at the time. I was sitting on my father's lap. He was actually the one who said this to me. He probably wanted to tell me that being an emperor was meaningless."
Hsu Fengnian gripped Lu Chengyan's slightly cold small hand, quietly revealing the truth, "Officials retiring at seventy is Liyang imperial court's rule. Being able to retire at seventy-nine is not something anyone can do. The old man is Yan Song, the highest ranking official in the capital, the Left Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Rites. He did not have the same political opinion as Grand Secretary Zhang Julu. Later on, he was pushed aside to Gangnam-do's Luzhou. He was disheartened, and thus began to study in peace. This time, Grand Secretary Zhang's reputation was ruined, the entire court kept quiet out of fear. Yan Song was one of the few who dared to stand up for Grand Secretary Zhang, so it could be seen that back then, he and Zhang Julu had an open and aboveboard dispute. The reason why I traveled with him was because Xu Xiao's impression of this person was not bad. Of all the people who scolded him, Yan Song scolded Xu Xiao fiercely, but it was reasonable. "
The old man suddenly smiled at Hsu Fengnian. "Xu Qi, before I entered Beiliang's territory and came to Wudang Mountain, I visited a few academies. The scene there greatly surprised me. It seems like your new King Liang is even more scholarly than the old King Liang. It really is rare."
Lu Chengyan glanced at Hsu Fengnian, who revealed an expression of shame for the first time, and smiled knowingly.
Hsu Fengnian turned around and said, "It must be because he knows that his martial arts are not as good as Xu Xiao's, so he can only take a step back and fill in the gaps in his scholarly work."
The child was confused. He tugged on the old man's sleeve and asked, "Great-grandfather, didn't my uncle say that the King of Beiliang's martial arts are very powerful?"
A middle-aged man did not know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "The martial arts of scholarly work and martial arts are not about the ability to fight."
After chatting for a while, the group began to climb the mountain again. Now that they had come to Wudang Mountain to burn incense, there was one thing that visitors and pilgrims had to do. That was to see with their own eyes the many Taoists on the mountain, regardless of age or seniority, who collectively participated in the morning and evening exercises. The reason why the old and young of the Yan family had rushed up the mountain so early was to enjoy the scene. Hundreds and thousands of Taoists were practicing together in the square. It was rumored that the set of fist techniques was created by the previous chief, Hong Xixiang. Anyone could practice, learn, and benefit from it.
When the group finally arrived at the square of Wudang Mountain, they did not miss it. Otherwise, they would have had to wait until dusk.
Sure enough, just as the rumors said, countless Wudang Taoist priests who were standing close to each other were practicing martial arts together in the square. Even the layman could tell that the set of martial arts was comfortable. Yes, comfortable. There were no profound movements, nor were there any sounds like the normal practice of martial arts. It was quiet and peaceful.
The old man Yan Song praised, "What a natural and smooth move."
The child who was sitting on his father's neck pointed into the distance as if he had discovered some incredible immortal. With a face full of surprise and joy, he said, "There's a child about my age who is also practicing boxing over there. There, there, he's at the very front!"
Although the old man could not see the situation clearly, he was a little surprised after hearing it. "Isn't it said that the person leading the fist techniques is the current chief, Li Yufu?"
Hsu Fengnian explained, "Li Yufu took in an apprentice."
Behind those Taoist priests, there were many pilgrims who were also practicing boxing. Perhaps it was not the intention, or even the form, but every one of them was very enthusiastic. It was just that they could not see the movements of the leading Taoist priest, so they could only practice boxing with the pilgrims in front of them or nearby. It looked a little out of place, but everyone was very serious. Then the old and young of the Yan family saw a young Taoist who did not seem to be very senior slowly walking from the front to the back. Along the way, he was constantly giving instructions to the pilgrims who were learning the fist techniques. He smiled and helped to correct any movements that were too forceful, or where the technique was not in place, or where the wrist was not enough, or where the back was misunderstood.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the young Taoist who was leading the fist techniques meticulously. His expression was a little strange.
When the young Taoist saw Hsu Fengnian, he smiled and walked quickly.
Lu Chengyan whispered, "Do you want to practice too?"
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Do you want to see?"
Lu Chengyan smiled and nodded.
Hsu Fengnian slowly walked forward and stood at the back of the line. Then he began to practice leisurely.
The young Taoist was stunned for a moment, then he stood beside Hsu Fengnian.
Their movements were the same, smooth and pleasing to the eye.
Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes.
In the past, there was an unlucky guy who knew that he would be beaten every time he saw him. He would force a smile and say, "You are here."
Hsu Fengnian whispered to himself, "The one who rides the bull, I am here."
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