The two young Kui were curled up and sleeping soundly at Hsu Fengnian's feet, looking charmingly naïve. They were easy to raise and could easily be thrown into the river to feed on the carps in the river. When they were done eating and playing, they stretched out their oars and easily boarded the boat with their hook-like claws.
Hsu Fengnian, who was about to get up, looked up and saw the old God of Swords walking back.
Hsu Fengnian had a good memory, so good that Xu Weixiong said that his only advantage was that he could remember things. He could read ten lines at a glance and almost never forget anything he saw. Wudang's previous Chief Wang Zhonglou's Dahuang Ting Formula, Bull Rider's Deed of Thorough Comprehension, Qingshui Pavilion's Sword Training Record, seven or eight books of the Jade Pillar Mental Cultivation Method, Du Sicong's Thousand Swords Grass Compendium, Forbidden Villa's Whale Killing Sword, and the three secret manuals of the Qingyang Palace. He had read a lot of them after climbing up and down the Tide-listening Pavilion for so many years, but unfortunately, most of them were careless and not attentive.
Hsu Fengnian had a particularly deep memory of them. However, when he was practicing the blade, the white-haired Old Man only led this Hsu Fengnian of His Royal Highness over the threshold before laughing out loud. Later, in the Qingyang Palace, his aunt suggested that Hsu Fengnian first practice fifty moves to the peak, which could be considered a small path to success. But here came the problem. Hsu Fengnian had not reached the Second Pin, so he could not assess the hundreds and thousands of martial arts in the world from a strategically advantageous position. He read too many books, which instead became a hindrance to his cultivation. Until Li Chungang came up with the difficult problem of breaking walnuts with a flick knife, it was like tearing a thin crack in the fog. Hsu Fengnian was no stranger to this problem. When State Preceptor Li Yishan taught Hsu Fengnian the Fifteen Ways of Zongzheng, he liked to use his new Go rules to break them. Hsu Fengnian sat in boredom until dawn, during which time he successfully flick the walnuts into fine powder with the Embroidered Winter Knife. The boat was still in good condition, and even stacking the walnuts was not a problem for the Embroidered Winter Knife.
Li Chungang sat in front of Hsu Fengnian and asked, "Do you know the difference between sword moves and sword intent?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head blankly.
The old man said expressionlessly, "Draw your blade."
Hsu Fengnian laid Embroidery Winter flat.
The old God of Swords stretched out a finger and casually flicked the blade. Without any visible movement, the three walnuts in front of Hsu Fengnian exploded at the same time. The old man gently flicked his sleeves and folded up three walnuts. He flicked the Xiudong again, but the walnuts still shattered. The results were exactly the same. Hsu Fengnian did not know what the old God of Swords was up to.
Seeing Hsu Fengnian's puzzled expression, Li Chungang sneered, "Try placing the Spring Thunder under the Winter Embroidery."
Hsu Fengnian held the blade with both hands.
Old Man Li struck the Winter Embroidery again. Hsu Fengnian's purlicue trembled. He could not hold the Spring Thunder firmly because there was a point on the Spring Thunder Blade that was like an exploding thunder. It spread to Hsu Fengnian's hand, causing his entire arm to tingle and go numb. Hsu Fengnian understood. This was sword intent. The storytellers in the streets liked to call it sword aura, but it was slightly different. Old Man Li did not give Hsu Fengnian time to catch his breath. He struck the Winter Embroidery again. In an instant, the Spring Thunder almost slipped out of his hand. The blade on the right suddenly slid toward Hsu Fengnian's chest. It was only a hair's breadth away, but the old God of Swords had pinched the Spring Thunder with two fingers. The Winter Embroidery Blade did not move at all. Hsu Fengnian was shocked. He could not figure it out even if he racked his brains.
Old God of Swords seemed to think that this kid's comprehension was too poor. He would not feel at ease if he did not scold him. He glared and said, "Anyone can see that your Winter Embroidery Blade is bent in an arc. It looks exciting to outsiders, but it's flashy without substance. With This Old Man's Winter Embroidery Blade, with your insignificant skills, can you tell how many times Winter Embroidery Blade has flicked? It looks like Winter Embroidery Blade is not moving, but it's really not moving? This Old Man has two fingers. One of them penetrated the Winter Embroidery Blade and hit the Spring Thunder. "The second finger is sacrificing Vigor for sword moves. Winter Embroidery Blade has already bent six times and hit the Spring Thunder Blade from the side. That's why the Spring Thunder struck you. "A top-notch sword move requires speed and stability. It's as fast as thunder and as steady as the Five Sacred Mountains. Kid, you're still too inexperienced."
Hsu Fengnian asked doubtfully, "Between sword intent and sword moves, which one is stronger?"
Old God of Swords Li sneered. "This Old Man wants to use sword intent to defeat the enemy. That means sword intent is stronger. If This Old Man wants to use sword moves to kill people, his sword moves will naturally be stronger than all sword intent in the world."
'Fine, I asked for nothing.'
Hsu Fengnian felt helpless.
Old Man Li was a fair trade. He stood up and said, "Are these two fingers enough to buy all your rice paper?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "It's enough."
Looking at the old man's back, Hsu Fengnian could not help but have mixed feelings. Killing a Jiao Dragon where there was a Jiao Dragon was not a boast. The old man even hid a Jiao Dragon in his sleeves. It was the purest form of Yang energy and was incomparably domineering. His flying sword destroyed Mount Taihua. It was said that he had mastered the essence of Lu Dongxuan's immortal sword. Naturally, this hidden sword was a hundred times more powerful than the sword that made the Immortal Kneel. Hsu Fengnian originally wondered why Li Chungang had two sleeves after losing his arm, but now he dared not underestimate him.
Two fingers, one indicating sword intent, and the other indicating swordsmanship. His words were profound and easy to understand. He had pointed out a narrow path for Hsu Fengnian, who was confused at the crossroads of martial arts. Together with the words of the armored maid, Zhao Yutai, Hsu Fengnian felt as if he had just escaped from the gates of hell. As for when he could reach the First Pin Realm, or even touch the edge of the Vajra Realm, Hsu Fengnian was not in a hurry. This was all thanks to Old Huang's subtle influence. Teaching by example was often useless. Instead, it was better to teach by example. Of course, Old Huang's sword was still a distance away from the old God of Swords Li Chungang. However, in Hsu Fengnian's heart, it was obvious which was more important between Old Huang's sword case and the old God of Swords' Wooden Bull.
Riding out of Beiliang.
Hsu Fengnian finally learned from Xu Xiao what Old Huang had said to Wang Xianzhi when he was facing the north before his death.
Hsu Fengnian stood with his hand on his saber. Looking at the vast river, he closed his eyes and breathed continuously. His Qi was as continuous as the river water. He chanted the incantation of the Great Yellow Court, "Qi returns to the pill formula, the pot produces water and water. Yin and Yang come and go, turning into a thunderclap. Who can't live forever? The white rainbow rides the dragon and goes straight to the Daluo Heaven … "
Generally speaking, the proverbs of the Daoist immortals who cultivated Daoism were often in the pursuit of wondrous words. When ordinary people first read it, they would only feel that it was wondrous, wondrous, wondrous, wondrous, wondrous, wondrous, and even more wondrous. In fact, if there were no enlightened Daoist to personally lead the way and pass on the specific incantation of breathing and drawing Qi, in the end, they would only enter the mountain and not see the immortal, and return empty-handed. As the saying goes, the immortal is unwilling to speak clearly, but thousands and thousands of people are bewitched by this logic.
While Hsu Fengnian's mind was wandering ten thousand li, he sensed that someone was walking behind him. At this moment, the only person who dared to come forward and disturb His Royal Highness was Yu Youwei. She held Wu Meiniang and said softly, "Aren't you going to eat something?"
Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes and grunted. He shot a glance at Yu Youwei. She was indeed a beauty. It was a pity that Ancestor Lu had long left behind a poem to warn the later generations: The body of a sixteen year old beauty was soft and limp, her waist was like a sword that could cut ordinary men. Although her head didn't fall, she secretly caused her husband's spirit to wither. Hsu Fengnian felt very helpless about this. He wasn't an inexperienced flower. From the time he went up the mountain to practice his blade to the time he went down the mountain, he had always been able to remain calm. This kind of composure was evident.
During the meal, only Hsu Fengnian, the old God of Swords, and Wei Shuyang were sitting at the table.
Li Chungang chewed on a piece of flatbread and remembered something. He said casually, "Although This Old Man avoided that Wu family swordsman, he can come back later. It's very likely that his realm is one level higher. That sword move, you bunch of idiots only watched for fun. That fellow, on the other hand, can comprehend something that will be of great benefit to his sword cultivation."
Hsu Fengnian's face stiffened. He fiercely took a bite of the bun.
After breakfast, Old God of Swords Li spread out rice paper in the cabin. He smiled at Jiang Ni who was hiding to read. "Come, Jiang girl. It's fine if you don't want to learn the sword, but This Old Man can teach you calligraphy."
Calligraphy?
Jiang Ni liked it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have secretly used a branch to scribble on the ground in Beiliang Palace.
However, the old man held the brush with one hand. His demeanor completely changed. He was still smiling. "But remember, I'll teach you calligraphy. You can watch, but you're not allowed to learn!"
Jiang Ni didn't take it to heart. She only grunted softly.
Hsu Fengnian asked Blue Bird to warm a pot of yellow wine and sat alone.
That year at the top of Martial Emperor's city wall, Old Huang didn't fall even after death. Beside him was the second in the world, Wang Xianzhi. Old Huang only faced north and said, "Come, serve the young master some wine."
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