The lips of the always youthful and elegant immortal curled up. Can you tolerate me drawing seals so openly?
— —
In the eyes of the Li Yang soldiers who did not have outstanding martial cultivation, dozens of King of Beiliang appeared in the square in the blink of an eye. In another blink, there were more than a hundred people. The thousand or so soldiers of the Li family who had not been knocked unconscious were all dumbstruck and could only stare.
Deep in their hearts, these Li Yang elites had complicated feelings. They were more wary and fearful of the arrogant and domineering young king, but their hatred was less. It seemed absurd, but the logic was actually very simple. In the early days of the jianghu, how many beauties in the world did not love Li Chungang? How many martial artists in the world did not revere Wang Xianzhi? To be with them and live in the world, as long as it did not involve irreconcilable personal grudges, most people would yearn to be with them. Li Yang's reverence for martial power was based on iron hooves and knives. Qi Jiajie was dressed in white, so why was he able to become the teacher of so many dragon descendants in Great Peace City? Why did the Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Baijie make an exception and enter the capital to become the Minister of War and fill the streets with cheers? Recently, a shocking piece of news spread. It was said that the young King of Beiliang had once fought alone with the Beimang Military God Tuoba Bodhisattva in the Western Regions and fought until the sky turned dark. No matter what the scholars and civil officials of Great Peace City thought, men who were paid by the soldiers would talk about such things. It was most likely that the young King Xu was just bragging and creating momentum for his trip to the capital. But no matter what the truth was, most of the martial artists in the army would feel some regret. They would wonder why the Hsu Fengnian did not simply kill that Tuoba Bodhisattva in the Western Regions. If he had really taken his head, then they, who lived off the soldiers of the Emperor, would just be a bit more virtuous when they scolded him in the future.
On the contrary, the Li family's armored soldiers had initially revered the immortal who treated human lives like grass, but they quickly developed a sense of enmity. Xu Fengnian had killed hundreds of armored cavalry in one go on the street. It was true that his methods were ruthless, but the heavy cavalry of unknown origin had suddenly turned into golden-armored immortals. Such an immortal's method was really too chilling. Originally, when facing a strong enemy, we martial artists would treat it as a trip to the battlefield. If we died in battle, then so be it. But if we died for no reason, how sullen would that be? Where would there be heroism? Probably no one would die in peace.
On the high wall, Luo Yang held the wine pot with two fingers. She smiled and said, "Cao Changqing cannot interfere, but you, Đồng Thái, you have some relations with him. Are you just going to watch here?"
There was no one nearby. Đồng Thái was not the kind of person who liked to pretend to be an expert. At this time, he was squatting at Cao Changqing's feet. He said unhappily, "That fart of connections? Back in the Eastern Sea, they were all used up."
Cao Changqing joked, "Don't make things difficult for our Peach Blossom Sword God. Of course, I cannot interfere in this fight. But in fact, no one can. Just like yesterday at the Mawei Post Station. In the end, it was just me and Đồng Thái against one. But I think you, Luo Yang, also know that at our position, numbers don't mean much. Of course, face is also very important. "
Đồng Thái seemed to remember something. "In terms of connections, that elusive Ancestor Lu should be the one helping, right?"
Luo Yang hesitated for a moment, then said, "That person was to Gao Tingshu, just like Wang Xianzhi was to Li Chungang. And now, he is to Wang Xianzhi. So, who's next? "
Even Đồng Thái was stunned. He turned to glance at Cao Changqing. The latter nodded slightly.
Đồng Thái was suddenly angry. He cursed for the first time. "Damn it, why is this kid so miserable?! Was he supposed to be subdued by Ancestor Lu's reincarnation?! "
Luo Yang said sarcastically, "What do you think?"
Then, Luo Yang glanced at the sky. "The cycle of the Heavenly Dao is clear."
Cao Changqing said slowly, "Since Ancestor Lu could even withdraw from the Heavenly Gate, he might not act according to this logic."
Đồng Thái sneered. "What a good 'might not'!"
Luoyang smiled and said, "You're not happy?"
Đồng Thái took a deep breath. "Forget it. Even if I was willing to help, that kid wouldn't be willing."
Luo Yang drank a mouthful of wine. Her expression was calm. "That's true."
Đồng Thái suddenly stood up. He shook his wrist and said in a deep voice, "Hsu Fengnian will settle the grudge of the Imperial Astronomer himself. Dying here is his fate. Anyway, if he survives today, his future 'might not' be good. But Xie Guanying, that nimble old rabbit, I, Đồng Thái, will properly pursue him this time. "
— —
After passing Xiangfan City in Qingzhou, one would reach the middle and lower reaches of the Guangling River.
A young Daoist priest and his disciple sat cross-legged on the riverbank.
The little Daoist boy began to doze off as he pondered.
The young Daoist priest didn't reprimand him. Every time the little Daoist was about to fall, he would reach out and support him.
This young Daoist priest in plain robes was Li Yufu, Wudang's current leader.
He brought his disciple Yu Fu along the Guangling River to escort the Arowana into the sea.
Suddenly, Li Yufu's body trembled. He heard two words softly, "Yufu."
Li Yufu slowly turned his head and saw a young Daoist priest sitting beside him with a warm smile.
The Daoist priest and his disciple Yu Fu sat on Li Yufu's left and right.
Li Yufu's eyes were filled with tears. He was about to stand up and bow.
The man quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't. We don't do this on the mountain."
But Li Yufu still insisted on standing up. He was respectful and choked with sobs. "I'm Li Yufu. Greetings to the Young Martial Uncle."
The young Daoist priest who was called Young Martial Uncle by Li Yufu looked helpless. "You're just like Senior Brother Yu. I'm afraid of you. When we were on the mountain, even the Eldest Senior Brother who was in charge of discipline was not as particular as Senior Brother Yu. At that time, His Royal Highness would give out books after beating people … Well, you know, the kind with more pictures than words. Every time Eldest Senior Brother found it, he would not throw it away. Only Senior Brother Yu would pull my ear and scold me when he found it. So, Yufu, if you meet a young Daoist priest on the mountain who secretly hides such books, just scold him. Don't beat him … It's okay if you really want to beat him, but remember to tell him that when you are successful in cultivation, you will return the books to him. That's what Eldest Senior Brother told me. You see, didn't I become successful in the end? "
Li Yufu raised his arm and wiped his eyes. He smiled knowingly.
The young Martial Uncle of Wudang Mountain was Li Yufu's Young Martial Uncle.
Then it could only be Hong Xixiang who rode a green ox and smiled when he met people.
The young Martial Uncle looked at the torrential Guangling River across the Central Plains. He was lost in thought for a moment and then said, "I had no choice but to leave in a muddy water. This time, other than wanting to say hello to you personally, I also want to borrow your sword. "
Li Yufu didn't look confused at all. He just nodded solemnly.
Hong Xixiang looked up at the sky. "I didn't go that year, and I won't go in the future. So, I have to trouble you with that matter. "
Li Yufu's eyes were clear and firm. "Don't worry, Young Martial Uncle."
The two stood up together. Hong Xixiang patted Li Yufu's shoulder and smiled. "You're more responsible than me. If only you went up the mountain earlier. I'll definitely lend you the books. "
Li Yufu smiled.
There was no thought of the tall image of Young Martial Uncle collapsing in his mind.
This kind of Young Martial Uncle was exactly his Young Martial Uncle.
Li Yufu took the peach wood sword from his back and handed it to Young Martial Uncle.
Hong Xixiang took the peach wood sword and looked down at the little Daoist boy. He suddenly said to Li Yufu, "Yufu, don't be confused by the word 'longevity' in cultivation. You can't be an immortal wholeheartedly. Help me tell this to myself."
Li Yufu replied, "I will!"
Hong Xixiang gently threw the ordinary Wudang peach wood sword into the Guangling River. He smiled gently. "I've been cultivating for eight hundred years, and I've never taken anyone's head with a flying sword. Let's go! "
The moment Hong Xixiang threw the peach wood sword, thunder rumbled and the momentum suddenly overwhelmed the river waves.
It was as if a celestial was sitting high in the clouds and shouting to the human world. "Lu Dongxuan, how dare you!"
Hong Xixiang looked up and laughed. "I've been bold for eight hundred years!"
The peach wood sword that was still in the scabbard first hovered on the river surface for a moment and then disappeared in a flash.
The celestial above was suddenly silent.
Li Yufu looked at the river surface and did not turn his head.
Young Martial Uncle left.
Three feet of spirit.
Thousand years of elegance.
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