This time, Hsu Fengnian didn't have any retainers following him to Mount Wudang. Because he was in a hurry, he didn't even ride a horse. Instead, he chose a secluded path and flew like a bird, so he didn't look travel-worn. He wore a green robe and had two sabers hanging from his waist. One was a soldier that he had "stolen" from Jiang Fuding, while the other was an ordinary cold saber. At noon, Xu Fengnian stopped at a simple and crude restaurant at the entrance to the Northern Divine Road. The name of the restaurant was quite interesting. It was called "Passing Village Inn", probably to remind pilgrims who had come from afar that there wouldn't be another shop after passing through this village. The restaurant was already packed with people, all of them hoping to ascend the mountain as soon as possible. Hsu Fengnian could only sit on a small bamboo stool under the eaves with a dozen or so other people to shelter from the rain. If they wanted to eat hot food or drink hot wine, they had to obediently wait in line. Hsu Fengnian asked for a pot of tea. The tea was under the banner of Wudang's "Taoist Tea". For a palm-sized pot of tea, he dared to ask for an exorbitant price of twenty-five copper coins! Hsu Fengnian held the pot in one hand and the cup in the other. He drank it all in a few mouthfuls. When he asked the waiter to refill his cup, he had to fork out another five copper coins. Obviously, Hsu Fengnian wasn't the only one who felt that he was being overcharged. The pilgrims around him were also complaining. A few of the younger ones even had a bad impression of Wudang. They said that if a single leaf was like that at the foot of the mountain, then the Wudang Taoist priests on the mountain must be like that as well. From their accents, it was clear that they were all foreigners. Some of the Beiliang pilgrims who often went to the mountain to burn incense frowned. An old man smiled and tried to persuade them. He said that when they went to the mountain to burn incense, even the incense sticks were a gift from Wudang, and they didn't charge a single copper coin. Of course, how much incense money they were willing to pay, whether it was a few copper coins or a few taels, was all up to their ability. The old man also said that since he was young, he would come here to burn incense three or four times a year, but he had never met a Wudang Taoist who took the initiative to ask him to pay.
As soon as the old man opened his mouth, many foreigners who were curious about Wudang Mountain became interested. Some of them asked the old man if he had seen Li Yufu, the leader of Wudang Mountain. The old man laughed and said, "Of course I have. How could I not? Not only Leader Li, but also Leader Wang who broke the river with one finger and Leader Hong who rode a crane to Jiangnan. I have seen them all, especially Leader Hong. I'm not boasting. In fact, there are many pilgrims who have seen these people. If you go up the mountain today, you might meet Zhenren Chen or Zhenren Yu to interpret the divination for you. Unfortunately, I heard that Headmaster Li went down the mountain to travel. "
"Then is it true that your King of Beiliang once practiced martial arts on Mount Wudang?"
"Of course, I've personally asked two Daoists of the 'Qing' generation whom I've been familiar with for many years. It's absolutely true. It's said that our King and Leader Hong have been close friends for a long time. On the mountain, one practiced martial arts and the other practiced Daoism. They trained each other. Their relationship was really good. "
A young girl from outside asked shyly, "Uncle, is your King of Beiliang really as handsome as the rumors say?"
"How can it be fake?! The son of the General and the Princess, there's no need to say anything about his appearance! Haha, little girl, you don't have to be shy. There are many girls in Beiliang who want to marry our King. "
The old man said and pointed at Hsu Fengnian who was sitting not far away drinking tea. He joked with the young girl, "Look, our King is guaranteed to be as handsome as this young master."
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and smiled helplessly.
The young girl's face was red.
Hsu Fengnian took a sip of tea and gently looked into the distance. Just like the Taoist temple where Han Gui lived on Little Pillar Peak, Green Mountain Temple, and Green Mountain Temple, one's state of mind would be different no matter where one was. On the battlefield, with corpses and bones everywhere, one could not help but feel sorrowful. On the other hand, if one was in the forest, it was inevitable that one would develop a somewhat wild state of mind. After personally experiencing the siege of Hutou City, and then welcoming Chu Lushan and his three thousand cavalry and five thousand corpses back from the border of Liuzhou, Hsu Fengnian seemed to hear the sound of fighting even though he was already far away from Hutou City and Huaiyang Pass, far away from the sound of war drums and horse hooves. The more peaceful and peaceful he was, the harder it was for Hsu Fengnian to let go. There seemed to be an image in his mind. Beiliang's horse head was facing north! The spearhead was facing north! The blade was facing north! Three hundred thousand soldiers at the border, for the barren land behind them, did not hesitate to die to stop Beimang's iron hooves.
When Liu Jinu parted, he said there was no need to feel guilty. The sixty thousand people in Hutou City were not fighting for Hsu Fengnian, they were dying for Beiliang. It was just that Hsu Fengnian was worthy enough for them to entrust their lives to and let them know that their deaths were worth it!
But could Hsu Fengnian really not feel guilty?
He could not do it.
The people under the eaves saw two men coming from afar. One was stocky and the other was short. Because they were not eye-catching, they only glanced at them and did not pay them much attention. Hsu Fengnian slowly got up and called for the waiter to return the teapot and teacup. Then he stood at the edge of the stairs, right on the line between rain and no rain. When he made this seemingly unintentional move, the two visitors from afar also slowed down. But for the pilgrims under the eaves of the restaurant who were waiting to eat, this kind of peak confrontation between two people who were not in the First Class and did not understand the mystery was not noticed at all.
Behind Hsu Fengnian, people were drinking tea, chatting, and resting. They were completely unaware of the turbulent situation that was surging like a tide hitting the city wall.
Although the two men slowed down, they still walked toward the restaurant. They seemed to be walking like ordinary people, but in fact, one of them did not even touch the ground and did not touch the mud at all. The younger man seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of weight. When he stepped on the ground, even the tops of his shoes sank into the yellow mud.
Seeing that they had no intention of stopping, Hsu Fengnian narrowed his eyes. His right hand pressed on the handle of the Soldier Crossing the River, and he was about to step on the stairs.
The middle-aged man was the first to stop. The young man beside him wanted to continue, but his companion suddenly reached out and stopped him.
The young man's face was full of indignation. He stared at the guy and muttered in a low voice in the slightly awkward mandarin of the Central Plains, "Do you think you're so great just because you've fought Old Monster Wang and Tuoba Bodhisattva?"
Then the arrogant young man sighed. "Well, you're quite great."
He shouted at the top of his voice, "Hey! You know we're not here to fight. How can you treat your guests like this? "
Xu Fengnian looked at this young man who was considered short even among the men south of Li Yang's Guangling River, let alone the tall men of the Northern Lands. His true identity was Yelu Dongchuang, a true and proper member of Northern Mang's noble family. Simply speaking, if that puppet crown prince were to die one day, then this fellow would be the same as Murong Longshui, a member of the royal family with the greatest hope of becoming Northern Mang's next emperor. Because of Jia Jiajia, Hsu Fengnian played a game of cat and mouse with Murong Longshui and Old Moth, the leader of Spider Web. She was quite an interesting woman. For some reason, Yelu Dongchuang swaggered along with Luo Yang to Zhulu Mountain. As for the Broken Spear Deng Mao, whose ranking in Beimang was similar to that of Hong Jingyan, he should be the personal retinue of the former Emperor's nephew of Beimang. To be precise, this was the second time Hsu Fengnian and Yelu Dongchuang met. That was when Gao Shulu woke up after being "sealed in the mountain" for 400 years. Hsu Fengnian went on an out-of-body spiritual journey and met with the celestial being. At that time, Yelu Dongchuang, who ran errands for Luo Yang, and Hsu Fengnian barely met each other.
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