The rain gradually stopped and the sun gradually rose. Hsu Fengnian began to climb the mountain. He passed by Zhen Long Guan, Niangzi Slope and Yellow Monkey Ridge, and then passed by Hutiao Mound to Leigong Stream. Hsu Fengnian saw several groups of pilgrims at Leigong Stream. Most of them were resting on the rocks by the stream, swallowing the snacks they brought with them. After all, the mountain path was muddy, which was the best way to eat people's strength. Among the groups of people, there were some pampered young masters and young ladies who appeared to be extremely tired. A few young women were gently beating their calves, complaining to their companions that the scenery of this Shinto Path was too different from the reputation of Mount Wudang. They said that the shabby Taoist temples from before were unbearably narrow. At first glance, it was obvious that it was not a place that could accommodate immortals. Those Taoist masters in the mountain also did not have any sage-like demeanor. As for the moving scenery of Mount Wudang that was like lotus peaks and bamboo shoots, they did not even see a shadow of it. Along the way, the scenery along the way could not be said to be barren and unruly, but it really could not be compared to the beautiful scenery of the Taoist paradise. Hsu Fengnian picked a relatively secluded place by the stream and sat down. The ancient trees towered into the sky and the shade was dense. Although he did not do anything out of the ordinary, the dual sabers on his waist were actually quite eye-catching, especially for the locals who knew their stuff. When they saw the Beiliang sabers, their eyes became a bit more complicated. Nowadays, in Beiliang, those who secretly carried cold sabers, regardless of their family background, were all arrested and imprisoned. Therefore, Hsu Fengnian was regarded as a member of the army. This was actually normal. Wudang Lotus Peak was hosting a huge Buddhist debate, so Beiliang's military would certainly arrange for capable people to keep an eye on the situation to prevent negligence.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly looked up and saw a pair of acquaintances walking over together. They were the Taoist master of Qingshan Monastery, Han Gui, with whom he had once discussed Dao on Xiaozhu Peak, and his disciple, Qing Xin. Hsu Fengnian hurriedly got up to greet him. Towards this Daoist priest who was favored by Wang Zhonglou and Hong Shixiang, Hsu Fengnian had a very good impression of him. He felt that he was fully deserving of being called a person of the mountain. Han Gui wholeheartedly cultivated the Dao, cultivating the heart was also cultivating the truth. Based on Hsu Fengnian's status as a vassal king, Zhang Lü Zhenren Chen Yao or Yu Xingrui should have rushed to the foot of the mountain to personally welcome him, but they still let the junior Taoist priest Han Gui be in charge of this matter. This was probably the unique feature of Wudang Mountain. Not only it did not make people feel neglected, on the contrary, it made people smile. If he was climbing the mountain together with the two elderly Taoist priests, although the ceremony had arrived, other than the longer the mountain path, the more difficult it would be for him to exchange pleasantries, what else could he say? How boring that would be. When Han Gui saw Xu Fengnian, he smiled and cupped his fists in the manner of a Daoist welcoming a guest. He did not spoil the mood by calling out his identity. Xu Fengnian lightly cupped his fists in return. The young Daoist child Qing Xin, who was not old but had a high seniority, did not get to see Liulong, who he used to play with on the mountain. His face was full of disappointment. When the heavens obtained Liulong, the earth obtained Liulong's peace. When the gods obtained Liulong, they obtained Liulong. The old Taoist master Wang Zhonglou and his Shidi had the highest seniority, followed by the current Taoist master Li Yufu and Han Gui's generation of Taoist priests. Afterwards, according to the passage in the Taoist saint's book, there were four generations, Qing Ning and Ling Zhen. Therefore, even if the Taoist priests of the Zhen generation on the mountain were not young, when they saw Qing Xin, the little Taoist priest of Qingshan Monastery, they still had to call her Great Grand Martial Uncle or Great Grand Martial Uncle. If this little Taoist priest, who was of the same seniority as the direct disciple of the Wudang leader, Yu Fu, would probably be called little immortal.
Han Gui sat beside Xu Fengnian and smiled. "The white-robed monks of the Two Zen Temple have already ascended the mountain from the Southern Divine Path. The current Celestial Master of the Celestial Master Residence of Longhu Mountain, Zhao Ningshen, and Master Qinglian Bai Yu are also on their way."
Hsu Fengnian said with some surprise, "Zhao Ningshen is willing to support and come all the way to Beiliang? I have a big grudge with this Yuyi minister. "
Han Gui had never traveled down the mountain. On the mountain, she had always concentrated on learning and did not care about worldly affairs. Therefore, she had never heard of the earth-shattering battle of the immortals on the Spring God Lake. She was not interested in the conflict between the Yellow Purple Noble, who had the same surname as the Emperor, and the young King. She skipped the topic and said softly, "There are no less than a hundred famous scholars from the Huainan Dao and Gangnam-do. They are also traveling together and will be climbing the mountain at dusk tonight."
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said with a smile, "Spies have mentioned this. It's really hard for these elegant scholars to stay in Beiliang for half a day."
Hsu Fengnian knew that the three people who could make this group of arrogant scholars take the initiative to come to Beiliang were Song Dongming, who was once one of the Prime Ministers of Liyang, Yan Song, who retired at the age of seventy-nine and returned to his hometown, and then came to Wudang with his family to burn incense, and Han Guzi, who led a group of disciples to travel to the border. These three people's contributions could not go unnoticed. If they did not take the lead, even if there was the scene of the scholar going to save the country, it would not have moved this group of noble scholars who grew up in the rich land of fish and rice in the Central Plains.
Strange things happened! Hsu Fengnian instantly slid from one side of the stream to the other. Even though he was attacked by such a fierce sneak attack, Hsu Fengnian still did not have the intention to pull out his saber. The little Taoist child Qing Xin, who only felt a gust of wind raging in his ears, opened his eyes wide and saw a tall woman in a simple and elegant dress beside him and his master. She was young and very beautiful, but her face was too cold. Compared to the time when the old Taoist priest accidentally tasted the food he cooked, her face was much worse. The little Taoist child saw the strange sister squinting her eyes, which were long and slender like the bamboo leaves on the mountain.
The pilgrims near the stream were first stunned, but soon there were some quick-tempered busybodies who cheered loudly. In their field of vision, the ripples on the water surface caused by the young man with the saber gradually dissipated. A man and a woman stood opposite each other on both sides of the stream. A handsome man and a beautiful woman, and each of them had the bearing of a master. No matter how they looked at it, there was a story to be told between the two of them. This immediately made the pilgrims who were bored to death on the mountain road excited. They could not wait for the two of them to fight until the mountains collapsed and the earth split. Of course, it would be best for them to reveal their identities and sects before fighting, report their Jianghu nicknames, and talk about their love and hatred, and then fight to the death. This way, their trip to Wudang would not be in vain.
In fact, Hsu Fengnian, who took the initiative to back down, asked with a smile, "Didn't you return to Mount Hui?"
The woman who was not wearing purple today sneered and said, "If the interest keeps on rolling, it will be too late for me to collect the debt. Even you may not be able to pay it back."
Perhaps they felt that the couple was too young and unfamiliar. Even if their martial arts cultivation was good, there was a limit to it. Very soon, some impatient spectators shouted at the top of their lungs, "Fight! Why aren't you fighting? Fight well! Fight well! We'll immediately go back to the Jianghu and say some good words for you two!"
Some people who did not know what was good for them shouted, "Hurry up, the two of you can't just talk and not fight …"
The Taoist priest Han Gui sighed softly. He only hoped that if Hsu Fengnian really fought with the strange woman, he would not be implicated. So at this time, he took his disciple and walked into the crowd. It looked like they were taking refuge, but in fact, they were helping to block the disaster.
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