The figures of pilgrims gradually appeared on the stone steps of the Divine Path. Hsu Fengnian quietly went to the Elephant-cleansing Pool. He took off his outer robe and squatted by the pool to wash himself. If one were to say that Hsu Fengnian was familiar with intercepting others, he was not bad at this work.
In last night's thrilling battle between Heaven and Man, except for Jiang Ni and Li Yufu who were deliberately excluded, there were still a few grandmasters from the Central Plains who stayed in Wudang to watch the battle. There was also a white-robed Qi-trainer who looked at the battle from the top of the Jade Pillar Peak. She probably had the idea of benefiting from the battle. After all, whether it was the Sage of the Zhang family or the new Prince of Liang, Hsu Fengnian, whoever died would be a great supplement to her fate. If both of them died and she was lucky enough to support both of them at the same time, there might be a real Land Immortal in the human world. Not only could she live for a long time, but she was also not bound by the Way of Heaven.
The three top masters of Nanjiang, Lu Xuanlang, Cheng Baishuang, and Ji Liu 'an, stood together on a suspended plank road and looked from afar. The blind female zither player Xue Songguan walked slowly and finally stopped half a mile away. But the person closest to the battle at that time was the man in purple.
Just as Hsu Fengnian was washing clothes skillfully on the green stone slab, there were already groups of Jianghu people in the Elephant-cleansing Pool. Now the Central Plains recognized Wudang Mountain as not only a blessed place for cultivation, but also a precious place for martial artists to understand the heart of heaven. All the Jianghu heroes who heard the news and came here were mostly people who had encountered a bottleneck in martial arts. They liked to sit here cross-legged and look at the waterfall, the pool, and the huge rocks. They would imagine that the previous chief Hong Xixiang used to fight here, Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping used to fight here, and Great Master Hsu Fengnian used to practice his saber here. They racked their brains to fight for a spot, just like the scene of pilgrims fighting for the first incense.
Hsu Fengnian inadvertently heard a group of people whispering nearby. It seemed to be a nursery rhyme, "Wood Dragon against Stone Tiger, thousands of gold and silver, who can see through it and buy Yangzhou Prefecture". It was said that the old Prince Liang, Xu Xiao, had long predicted that Beimang's million-strong army would come knocking on the border, so he prepared for a rainy day. He had already sent the Fu Shui Chamber's Men of Sacrifice to a hidden secret place, in case the Xu family could not stop Beimang's iron hooves from the south, so that the Xu family could make a comeback and continue to fight for the world.
At first, Hsu Fengnian thought it was funny, but soon he realized that there was something unusual about it. His heart sank. Guangling Taoist Yangzhou Prefecture had always been the richest prefecture in the Central Plains. Buying Yangzhou Prefecture, with just five words, directly described the wealth of the Xu family's heavy silver to the common people. Not only that, listening to these people's idle chatter, it seemed that they directly ignored Tide-listening Lake, which should have been the biggest suspect, and directly guessed that Mount Qingcheng and the military town of Lin Yao were the two places. Hsu Fengnian could not help but be shocked. According to these people who listened to the rumor, the latter guessed that Li Yishan was personally in charge of the Xu family's hidden treasures. The Poison Warrior, who had been hell-bent on scheming for the Xu family all his life, used a trick. On the surface, he constantly drove refugees to Liuzhou to confuse the public, and secretly colluded with Mount Lantuo in the Western Region. It could be said that it was a foolproof plan. As for why the former was Mount Qingcheng, which bordered Liangshu, these Jianghu people could not explain. However, Hsu Fengnian knew that Xu Xiao had hidden six thousand soldiers in the depths of Mount Qingcheng. This was a secret that not many people in the Fu Shui Room knew about. It was obvious that the person who deliberately spread this nursery rhyme was not only hostile to Beiliang, but also deeply involved in Beiliang's military and political affairs.
Hsu Fengnian had always politely refused to listen to the prophecies and nursery rhymes that had once caused chaos in the Eight Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn. Back then, Huang Sanjia was the founder of a sect that had been founded because of this. Almost all the emperors and monarchs were in a terrible fix because of this. Hsu Fengnian did not expect that Beiliang would suffer such a calamity today. It was not to say that a small nursery rhyme could really shake Beiliang's foundation. In fact, Beiliang had always valued military power more than literature. In addition, Hsu Fengnian's series of actions after the hereditary succession, especially the great victory in the first Great War of Liang Mang, had already fulfilled his master Li Yishan's request at the beginning of his will: "We must continue to maintain the structure of Beiliang as the Xu family." Therefore, there was no harm in having a few dozen more of these types of prophecies and nursery rhymes. However, Li Yishan had always repeatedly mentioned that the wind rises at the end of the green duckweed, and the waves rise in the midst of the small waves.
"I, Li Yishan, do not have extraordinary talents, nor do I have extraordinary strategies. I only have caution in my life" to warn Hsu Fengnian.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly had some doubts. Since this person knew the inside story of Beiliang so well, why would he still use such meaningless and boring methods?
This was like the Peach Blossom Sword God fighting with a level two master. He could have finished the fight with one strike, but he insisted on playing with a mouse for a hundred moves. The master who knew everything would probably only feel disgusted.
Was it adding fuel to the fire, or was it adding fuel to the fire?
Hsu Fengnian fell into deep thought.
Not far away, someone's eyes flashed as he greeted, "Little brother, why do you have bloodstains on your body? What, did you meet an enemy on Wudang Mountain yesterday? "
The people of Beiliang wore thick autumn clothing, so after Hsu Fengnian took off his robe, there was not much blood on it. Hsu Fengnian picked up his robe that had been rolled into a ball after washing it, stood up and squatted down beside the person who shouted. He was not too close, about four or five steps away. He went straight to the point with a light smile and asked, "Isn't that so? I was beaten up a bit badly. I won't beat around the bush. Big brother, you are a night watchman. How much would it cost to break a leg? If you beat him to death, how much would it cost? If it's fair, according to the old rules, I'll give you half of the payment first. "
When night watchmen patrolled the streets, they would often clean up the trash on the streets. The night watchmen of the underworld were the kind of people who took people's money to get rid of disasters.
That person's eyes lit up. He was not in a hurry to accept this deal that fell from the sky. He carefully sized up this young man with an authentic Beiliang accent, and said with an official accent unique to the Wuyue region of the Central Plains, "Little brother, let me make it clear first. Is your enemy a local gangster or a gangster?"
A local gangster was a local, meaning a local snake. A gangster was a foreigner, a dragon that crossed the river.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "A local gangster."
That person immediately frowned. Dealing with a Beiliang local was far more difficult than dealing with a stranger. He couldn't help but lower his voice. "What, could it be that Lian Que 'er, or even the Seahorse here?"
Lian Que 'er was the picture drawn by a ninth-level official's uniform patch of the Liyang imperial court, while the Seahorse was a military official's patch. To the common people, they were the county magistrate who destroyed families or the governor who destroyed families. As the county magistrate of a county, their ranks were often eighth-level or ninth-level. Lian Que' er and Seahorse became the jianghu slang for officials and soldiers. They were both people that could not be easily provoked. It should be known that ever since that butcher Xu Xiao, the imperial court had a bloody rule of passing the heads of jianghu people who didn't obey to the rules to the nine sides. After Liyang unified the Spring and Autumn Period, especially when Xu Xiao stepped into the jianghu, the entire jianghu had to lower themselves. Otherwise, why would the Great 'an City's Minister of Justice, who was in charge of issuing copper fish bags, be privately called the "Emperor of the River, King of the Lake," and be seen by jianghu people as the leader of the martial arts world in the imperial court?
Hsu Fengnian slowly said, "That guy had a grandfather who was Lian Que 'er, but he passed away a long time ago. The family doesn't have any descendants left in the legal world. Think about it, over here, Lian Que' er is nothing. The Seahorse is the boss. However, that person has a personal retainer who is empty-handed and doesn't even have a green knife. He should have the strength of a fifth-level official."
The lean man and the four people beside him exchanged glances and quickly weighed the pros and cons. The five of them were gangsters who were used to licking blood from blades in the southern part of Jingji. This time, they had traveled together in Beiliang and their friendship had deepened. In addition, they were all men who knew each other's backgrounds. They already had the intention to cut off a chicken's head and burn yellow paper when they returned to their hometown. Therefore, they didn't hesitate to discuss this business openly. According to the young man's words, the retainer was old and his fifth-level strength could be considered presentable. However, the fist was afraid of the strong and the rod was afraid of the old. The five of them all had some fighting skills. As long as they worked together, they would definitely be able to beat the old master to death. However, the five of them were worried that they would commit a crime in Beiliang. Once the news was leaked, they would definitely end up being shot by the Beiliang cavalry's crossbows and become hedgehogs. However, a penny was a problem for heroes. Most of them were extravagant people. After drinking two or three times, they were completely out of money. These two days, it was a coincidence that their ancestral graves were smoking. They were actually lucky enough to meet a famous gangster in the southern part of Jingji. The gangster was also willing to humble himself and make friends with him. Then, to burn incense and worship Buddha in the temple, they needed incense, so they needed incense money even more. What was the use of just saying things like 'I've heard so much about you for a long time' and 'your reputation resounds like thunder?'
The lean man cautiously asked, "Which Taoist temple on Mount Wudang does he live in?"
This question was asked with great care.
Mount Wudang had 81 peaks. The number of peaks was actually not many, less than 30. Taoist temples of various sizes were located on these peaks. Perhaps the Taoist priests of Mount Wudang didn't care about the size of the cultivation area, but the people of Jianghu did. For this Wudang Taoist discussion, naturally they would choose to live on a famous peak or Taoist temple. If they weren't famous, then they would sharpen their heads and live on a higher peak.
It was said that many famous schools and sects had developed a gap because of this. They were only restraining themselves because they were afraid of the Beiliang government.
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