Wang Chudong, the unbetrothed daughter of a rich family, stared at Hsu Fengnian with her eyes wide open. She was not shy at all. Now, she was chattering non-stop like a little oriole. Wang Linquan did not tell anyone about Hsu Fengnian's identity, so she only knew that the handsome young man in front of her was surnamed Xu. She kept calling him Young Master Xu, and in the end, she just called him Brother Xu. Hsu Fengnian did not mind. He smiled and listened to the little girl's clear voice. His mind was peaceful.
Finally, they came to the square where the Pure Vase Guanyin stood. The white jade Guanyin had angry eyes and lowered eyebrows. It was vivid. Her right elbow was facing the Spring God Lake. She stretched out her five fingers and her palm was facing forward. It was as if she was giving charity without fear.
Hsu Fengnian sat down with his legs crossed. The two young Kui were lying on his knees.
The little girl, who was known as the daughter of the Wang family, squatted beside him and said sincerely, "Brother Xu, Guanyin is amazing. She stood there and pointed to the Spring God Lake. During the spring equinox, there were no more water columns in the sky. When I was young, I was especially afraid of the second day of the second month. It was always thundering and raining. After I had Guanyin, I could sneak to the lake to fish, brew tea, and enjoy the snow. Brother Xu, let me test you. Do you know what Guanyin's hand gestures are? "
Hsu Fengnian, who was well-versed in Buddhism, raised his head and smiled, "Fearless Mudra."
Wang Chuxue giggled, "Correct."
She saw that Young Master Xu was in a daze after he finished speaking. She was bored to death. She turned her head and inadvertently saw Young Master Xu's maid in green with tears in her eyes. She said in surprise, "Brother Xu, why is this sister crying?"
Hsu Fengnian came back to his senses and said softly, "Because this Guanyin Bodhisattva looks like a person."
Wang Chuxue responded with an 'oh' and considerately stopped nagging.
Jiang Ni and the old God of Swords Li Chungang also came to the square.
Old Man Li looked at it deeply and muttered, "This Guanyin Bodhisattva's Fearless Mudra can be seen as a sword. The sword will is unparalleled."
Jiang Ni said calmly, "I don't understand."
Old Man Li was dispirited. He glanced at Hsu Fengnian, who had a strange expression on his face, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with that kid?"
Jiang Ni hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "This Goddess Guanyin looks very much like the King of Beiliang's consort."
The old God of Swords was silent for a long time before reciting, "Walking alone, stopping alone, sitting alone, the green snake in my hand glides over the white line. One man, one gown, one sword, the tip of the sword giving off three thousand rays of light. No one in this world can recognize me, they can only laugh like a madman. Only the Mountain Ghost and the Dragon King know that an immortal is in front of them. "
Jiang Ni frowned, "You wrote the poem?"
The old man smiled and said, "Back then, people praised This Old Man's Song of the Azure Dragon Sword God. This is only a short section. If you want to listen, let This Old Man think about it."
Jiang Ni said unhappily, "Don't think about it. I don't want to hear it."
Wang Linquan had mobilized a large force to prepare a sumptuous banquet and personally came to invite His Highness Shizi back to his residence. Even the Northern Liang light cavalry on the three large ships were not left behind. The female servants carrying the food boxes came in an endless stream, smoothly delivering them to His Highness. Hsu Fengnian left the mountaintop. At the dining table, he was especially full of praise for the Spring God Lake's specialty, stewed black chicken and turtle. The black chicken from Mount Mao was reared in the mountains. There were many herbs in Mount Mao, so the meat had a medicinal fragrance. Its skin, flesh, bones, and mouth were all black. The turtle was the specialty of the Spring God Lake. It had to be over a hundred years old. The turtle's shell was buried at the bottom of the lake all year round. Only those that grew an inch of green whiskers could be considered to have lived for a hundred years. It was slowly stewed with the black chicken until the turtle's shell was tender. It was no wonder that the scholars and refined scholars highly praised it. After eating heartily, they praised it, "You can't throw away the Spring God, but half of it is this soup."
Wiping away the grease on his mouth, Hsu Fengnian ate the most comfortable meal since he left Beiliang. He was finally full. In private, he asked Wang Linquan for the geography of his province.
At dusk, he was enjoying the cool breeze in the courtyard. Jiang Ni was reading a book that had never appeared in the world before, "The Flying Sword of Dunhuang". It was interesting to say that this swordsman of the Beimang dynasty had just achieved great success in the Dunhuang Sword Cave in the extreme north. Just as he was about to use his sword to travel the Jianghu, he encountered Wang Xiu, who was practicing his spear in the north. He was cleanly killed by a single spear strike. It was not that the swordsman's strength was weak, but rather that he had built a chariot behind closed doors. His swordsmanship was like a castle in the air, and he lacked the sharpness of a real battle.
Fortunately, the nameless swordsman had been practicing his sword while writing his insights. Only then did he come up with this immortal-like "The Flying Sword of Dunhuang". At first, Hsu Fengnian chose this book because he felt that the name was domineering. He did not expect that the old God of Swords would be so picky and only said that this book was passable. Li Chungang said that it was passable, so Hsu Fengnian did not dare to treat it carelessly.
Jiang Ni opened his mouth to read, while Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes to listen.
Hsu Fengnian remembered that Li Chungang had said that he would fight against Lü Qiantang. It was time for him to give it a try. He did not want to learn from the swordsman who wrote "The Flying Sword of Dunhuang" and die prematurely just after entering the Jianghu. Why would Hsu Fengnian risk injury to go to Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping's Purple Bamboo Forest to ask for a beating when he was practicing his blade on Mount Wudang? Wouldn't it be easy and comfortable to just stay under the waterfall and practice his blade?
Although there were many martial artists in the world, the highest level seemed to be high up in the clouds. Not to mention the Diamond Finger, Celestial Phenomenon, and Immortal Realm, the division of the nine levels below the third level was very simple. The amount of armor that was broken was the strength of the level. If the armor was broken but not broken, it would be the lower three levels. Whether or not the armor could be broken was the first threshold. This armor was the standard iron plate armor of the dynasty. There were two layers in the front and back. The middle three levels could break the armor, but they were all below the sixth level. Therefore, the sixth level was the second big hurdle for martial artists in the Jianghu. The third level of the upper three levels could break the armor, but it was hard to say for sure if the first or second level could break the armor. It was rumored that Heavenly Master Zhao of Mount Longhu in the capital could break through a hundred armor with one blow of his horsetail whisk.
Hsu Fengnian asked Jiang Ni to wait for a while while he went to fetch the sword case.
Inside the case was the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow Sword.
The owner of this sword had once broken 160 armor with one blow.
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