Xu San was a postman. He was the third in his family, so he was called Xu San. Old Man Liu, who was born ten years later, did not have the good fortune to participate in the Great War of the Spring and Autumn Period. Although he was from the two Beiliang, his body was not as strong as a young man's, and he was afraid of the cold in the north, so he moved his family to the south. When he had nothing to do, he would tell Xu San and the other young men about how thrilling the Great War of the Spring and Autumn Period was. He especially liked to talk about how heroic the King of Beiliang was. Every time they heard the same old story, they would not get tired of it. Xu San was the most like this, wishing that his parents would kick him out of the womb. Not to mention, now that the world had settled down, no matter how poor the people in the village were, they did not have to worry about losing their heads. They only had a few mu of land, so every family had something to look forward to. When it snowed a few feet thick, in the past, the old people would sigh that no one could make it through this weather, but now it was different. Even when they looked at the snow on the stove, they would laugh and say that a timely snow was a sign of good harvest. Xu San did not read or write, but he still understood the logic. Old Man Liu said that this relay station was built by the King of Beiliang himself. There was a relay station for thirty li. Whoever dared to embezzle the salary of the courier, no matter how high the official was, he would be taken down and beheaded on the spot. Moreover, Xu San and the King of Beiliang had the same surname. After he became a postman, every time he ran a horse to deliver a letter, he would be especially diligent. He felt that he could not disgrace this surname, right?
Last year, it was the first time in recent years that the Jiming Relay Station had encountered an urgent cargo that needed to be sent to the north. Xu San's physique and equestrian skills were the best in the relay station, so he naturally took on the heavy responsibility. Unexpectedly, misfortune and good fortune came together. Originally, it was Old Man Liu who wanted to train Xu San, but midway, there was an accident. When he was handed over to the next relay station, he was told that the cargo was damaged. The eunuch who was handing over the cargo screamed in a shrill voice that he wanted to confiscate Xu San's property and exterminate his entire family as if his ancestors of eighteen generations had died. Xu San had not seen much of the world, but he had been influenced by Old Man Liu and knew that the eunuchs who came out of the capital to work for the imperial family could not be offended. At that time, he kowtowed and begged for mercy, only begging that the pale-faced, beardless old eunuch to only kill him to vent his anger. How could the eunuch pay any attention to the pleas of a small commoner? He forced the several high ranking officials in the county beside him to state that the cargo was fresh lychees that the imperial concubine wanted and was stored in an exquisite ice cellar. The damned mail broke the box. The box was already hard to buy with a thousand gold, and the lychees shipped from the southern border were even more undesirable. The officials had no choice but to agree. How could Xu San not accept his fate? But for some reason, the sound of horse hooves thundering could be heard, and a few hundred soldiers in bright armor escorted a general to the relay station. Seeing the situation, he pulled out his Beiliang Saber and chopped off the eunuch's head. The general had Xu San stand up, and then turned to the county government officials beside him who were all silent like cicadas in winter. He asked with a smile, "Do you deserve to die for killing a courier?" The officials had said that he deserved to die twice in a day. Xu San, who had narrowly escaped death, finally found out that the general was the King of Beiliang.
Xu San's face was pale, but he still urged his horse to gallop forward without a care for anything else. He had long since run out of sweat, and his lips were cracked, leaving only traces of blood. His eyes could not see the road clearly, and he did not know how long the courier horse could last. Last night, Old Man Liu was greatly startled when he arrived at the Chicken Cry Relay Station with a rush of eight hundred li. It should be known that the robust courier who delivered the documents from the Palace had only just arrived at the relay station when he said, "By imperial decree, deliver it to Mount Longhu for the Great Pillar State" before he died of exhaustion and fell off his horse. Old Man Liu looked around. Xu San was the only one who did not say anything. He quickly led out a fine horse from the stable that he cherished more than he cherished his wife. He untied the bundle and tied it around his neck. The King of Beiliang had built close to two thousand relay stations, and he once said that the courier should go all out and lead the way. Xu San was crude and could not speak of great principles, but he knew what it meant to lead the way.
At this moment, Xu San was on his last breath, and he was close to dying. He kept telling himself that he was just 20 miles away, and he could not die. If he delayed the King of Beiliang's important matters, he would feel guilty for saving his life. How would he have the face to stand in the world? In his blurry vision, a person floated over on the road. The front legs of the horse Xu San was on went soft, and it died on the spot, throwing Xu San out. Xu San rolled down the official road. He could not see the person's face clearly, but he could vaguely see the person's Taoist robe. He clutched the bag tightly and said with all his strength, "Jiming relay station's Xu Bin, 800 miles urgent, please send it to Mount Longhu …"
The Taoist squatted down and nodded.
Xu San turned his head with difficulty to look at his beloved horse that had died on the spot, and then looked in the direction of Mount Longhu. His breathing was cut off, and he died with his eyes wide open. The middle-aged Taoist sighed softly and closed the young courier's eyes. He took off the bag and opened it, revealing a bright yellow imperial edict.
He held the edict in his right hand, and his right hand was behind his back. With a tap of his toes, his body was like a rainbow piercing through the sun, and no one could see his true appearance.
The middle-aged Taoist drove straight in until he reached the flag with the character "Xu". He threw out the imperial edict and turned to float away. The two waves of arrows in the air froze, not falling forward. They only fell to the ground after the Taoist's figure had disappeared.
That year, at the critical moment, the yellow Taoist priest on the mountain and the Beiliang cavalry at the foot of the mountain were finally able to coexist peacefully because of this imperial edict.
Tonight, the primordial spirit of the middle-aged Taoist priest whose Taoist name was not seen on Mount Longhu had left his body and arrived at Mount Kuanglu.
Seeing that His Highness had put away the dagger talisman, hung it casually on his waist, and pulled out two knives, the middle-aged Taoist priest standing on the dragon's head said in an old-fashioned manner, "I have met Xu Xiao once at the foot of the mountain."
Hsu Fengnian remembered a dusty past he had accidentally learned from Chu Lushan. He raised his head and asked, "You are the Taoist who delivered the imperial edict at the foot of Mount Longhu?"
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