After that, the two old men did not immediately leave the stele forest. Like last time, they carefully examined the stonemason's carving to prevent any mistakes. Generally speaking, even for the Book Core, because the stonemasons who carved the Book Core were often very different in terms of calligraphy, there was often a situation where the Book Core was out of shape. Although Mi Qiang and Peng Henian did not ask for too much, they still wanted to make it perfect. Perhaps the two old men felt that this was the only thing they could do well. However, the stonemasons' carving skills were satisfactory. Although they were not as good as the original, they were enough to express fifty to sixty percent of the original Book Core's charm. The stonemasons' meticulous carving was naturally much slower than their writing. Mi Qiang carried a lantern and checked the steles one by one. Suddenly, he heard Peng Henian anxiously calling him over. Mi Qiang thought that one of the stonemasons had made a mistake and ran over to take a look. He did not expect that Peng Henian was standing in front of a row of steles. There was no stonemasons working in front of the steles. He only saw Old Man Peng squatting in front of a stele with a lantern. He could not wait to stick his eyes on the stele as if he had discovered the Book Core. Mi Qiang went over to take a look. It was the King of Beiliang's Hsu Fengnian's Book Core. At first glance, the meaning was not ordinary. However, in Mi Qiang's opinion, although it was indeed superior, it was still far from being a celestial item. It was far from enough to make Peng Henian make a fuss.
Peng Henian did not turn around. He stretched out his hand and touched the carving. Soon, he staggered backward and fell to the ground. His eyes were closed and tears flowed out of his eyes. He threw the lantern away and covered his face with his hands. His expression was extremely painful. He pointed at the stele and shouted, "Old Mi, come closer and look with your eyes wide open! But remember, don't look for too long! Remember! "
Mi Qiang raised the lantern and looked carefully. He only felt a sharp chill in his face, making him feel as if he was in an abyss.
Obviously, this was not because of the Hsu Fengnian's Book Core, but because of the "finishing touch" of the carving master!
Mi Qiang's eyes soon stung. He closed his eyes and shook his head hard. He murmured, "The beginning and the end are decisive, like the Kundao cutting jade! How could this be carved by the best stonemason in the world in such a short period of time? This is truly a work of the gods! "
Peng Henian sat on the ground and rubbed his eyes. He sighed. "Someone wrote it with their fingers. That's the only explanation."
Mi Qian said incredulously, "Most martial arts grandmasters can make swords with their fingers, but there is no one in this world who can write such charm!"
Peng Henian smiled bitterly. "Could it be a ghost?"
Mi Qiong stood up and looked at the night sky with the lantern in his hand. "I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but now I hope that ghosts and gods really do exist in this world and can bless us, Beiliang, and defeat Beimang!"
Peng Henian slapped his head. "Hurry and have someone tell His Highness about this. Don't complicate things."
Hsu Fengnian quickly rushed over. Beside him were a man and a woman who carried the lantern. There was a great difference in age between them. One was Mi Fengjie, the Master of the Heavy Sword Cave, whose realm was still steadily rising. The other was Fan Xiaochai, a loyalist of the Northern Han nobility. The former had been guarding Huangfu Jin during the battle of the spies in Youzhou and had not accomplished anything. However, Fan Xiaochai had killed Cui Wazi, the Daoist Priest of the Dao De Sect, on a clock tower in Changgeng City. By the time the spies from Wutongin and Fushui went up to clean up the mess, the scene they saw was truly tragic. Minced meat was everywhere, and the walls were stained with blood. At the time, they saw Fan Xiaochai sitting on the balcony railing, fiddling with the flybrush that had been left behind by a Xuan Finger expert. She did not seem like a powerful top-notch assassin, but rather like an innocent young girl.
Hsu Fengnian squatted in front of a monolith. Beside him was a middle-aged man who was also the leader of Beiliang Palace's guards. The latter was apprehensive as he reported, "We've found it. This stonemason is called Wu Jiang. He should be using an alias. He has been a third-rank servant for sixteen years and four months. His nickname is Old Ginger, because the old man likes to eat ginger, regardless of whether he eats or drinks. Last year, when the Monolith Forest was recruiting craftsmen, Wu Jiang was transferred here from the prince's estate. His Highness, this subordinate was incompetent and did not recognize him well. Please punish me! "
Hsu Fengnian shook his head. "It has nothing to do with you. There is no need to blame yourself."
Hsu Fengnian slowly stood up. He turned to Mi Fengjie and asked, "How is it?"
Mi Fengjie said in a low voice, "I only saw a word and a sword. The sword aura was unstoppable."
Hsu Fengnian smiled. "Wu Jiang, Wu Jiang. Wu, Jiang, Jiang family, is Da Chu without boundaries? "
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "This person has no ill intentions. You don't have to investigate this matter."
Hsu Fengnian returned to Mount Qing Liang and walked towards the mausoleum. His parents were sleeping there. After Xu Xiao's death, Hsu Fengnian built a cenotaph for his master, Li Yishan. Hsu Fengnian walked into the mausoleum path alone and remembered many things. His master said that the words on tombstones were the saddest in the world because the epitaphs were all written by the living in the world of the living to the dead in the world of the dead. The deeper the feelings of the person who wrote it, the harder it was to write it, the more godly it was. According to his will, Li Yishan's ashes were scattered on the yellow sand of the northwest border. Originally, his master did not want a grave, but Hsu Fengnian still made a cenotaph on his own initiative. He did not write an epitaph, just like the monument forest behind Mount Qing Liang. He only wrote his name and the time and place of his death. He believed that his master's spirit in heaven would not be too angry about this.
Hsu Fengnian felt that Huang Longshi was dead. It was a strange feeling, but he did not doubt it.
The Three Great Devils of Spring and Autumn, Cat Man Han Shengxuan died in Hsu Fengnian's hands. Butcher Xu Xiao was gone, and Three-Inch Tongue Chaotic Spring and Autumn's Huang Longshan was also gone. The three were no longer in this world.
Huang Longshi occupied the top three of the Thirteen Ranks of Spring and Autumn. He boasted that he was first in nineteen dao, first in cursive script, and first in divination of yin and yang.
Sword Armor Li Chungang died.
Soldier Armor West Chu's War Saint Ye Baikui died in the Battle of the Western Fortress, which made Chen Zhibao.
The peerless Se Jia, the Empress of Chu, had also passed away.
Zither Armor, the blind zither player of the old Southern Tang, drowned in the river with his zither after the fall of the country.
Western Shu Painting Armor Zhou Yuying, before he died, he painted a long scroll of Shu's mountains and rivers. He lay on the scroll and died drunk.
Earth Armor Situ Shence, proficient in geomancy, looking for Qi, pulse, and acupoints. After Li Yang unified the world, he was secretly sentenced to death.
Dharma Armor Xun Ping, cooked and eaten by the people.
Daoist Armor Qi Xuanzhen died on the Demon Slaying Platform.
Monk Shijia Dragon Tree died outside the Daode Sect in Beimang.
Out of the Thirteen Ranks of Spring and Autumn, twelve of them had already passed away. Only one unimportant Dao Armor was left. It was likely that he had also died in obscurity due to the general trend of the world. In fact, ever since Gu Jiantang became recognized as the world's number one saber master, this Dao Armor, who had only appeared briefly in Jianghu and whose name was unknown, was mentioned less than Li Chungang, who had stayed under the Tide-listening Pavilion. When Li Chungang returned to being a Sword Immortal in the Great Snow Plains of Mount Hui, he could not be compared at all.
On a night in early spring, snowflakes floated down from the sky. The snowflakes seemed to be getting more and more intense. Hsu Fengnian could not help but stop and raise his head to catch the snowflakes.
For some reason, Hsu Fengnian thought of White Fox's face and his or her two sabers, Spring Thunder Embroidered Winter.
Hsu Fengnian still did not know who White Fox's face was. Was it really called Nangong Pushe? Why did she come to Beiliang? Why did she insist on entering the Tide-listening Pavilion?
Hsu Fengnian would leave for Youzhou the next morning. The reason he did not meet Yan Chiji and Kong Zhenrong was not because he had a problem with them, but for their own good.
But even if he was misunderstood, even if he did not meet them, Hsu Fengnian still rushed back to Mount Qingliang.
This was what brothers were like.
Hsu Fengnian only recognized four brothers in his life: Li Hanlin, Yan Chiji, Kong Wuchi.
And Wen Hua.
Suddenly, Hsu Fengnian, who was walking slowly in the wind and snow, saw a strange figure standing in front of the two tombstones with his back to him.
This scene did not make sense, nor did it make sense.
The Beiliang Palace of today could be said to be heavily guarded, compared to the situation in which His Royal Highness had deliberately created a loose exterior and a tight interior in order to fish.
Not to mention entering the forbidden area of the mausoleum!
The figure turned around and said flatly, "Return on a snowy night."
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