Hsu Fengnian estimated the time, the white-haired Old Man should have finished squatting in the latrine, got up and left the inner room. He put on his beautiful clothes and shouted, "Cucumber!" The servant girl who wished she could never wear yellow clothes in her life immediately went to the other courtyard and brought three cucumbers. Hsu Fengnian took one in his hand and two under his armpit, munching on them as he walked.
At first, he was worried that the Old Man's courtyard would be smelly, but when he got closer, he realized that he was worrying too much. The latrine of the Prince's Mansion prepared countless spices, even if the Old Man defecated like he was wielding a knife, the smell would not spread too far.
Not only did the Old Man defecate, he also took a bath and changed into a clean set of clothes. He sat on the steps and lowered his head to stroke the blade. Without raising his head, he asked, "Doll, are you really not afraid?"
Hsu Fengnian sat beside him and chuckled, "Old Huang said you are not only the best knife user in the world, you have never killed anyone in your life, so I am not afraid."
The Old Man laughed and shook his head, "This is half true and half false. I don't kill people indiscriminately, but I am not the best knife user. Doll, your mouth is too slippery, I don't like it. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled mischievously, "As long as Miss likes me, it's fine if Old Grandpa doesn't like me. Anyway, after beating up the turtle of Wudang Mountain, we will go our separate ways. But if Old Grandpa still misses the food in the Prince's Mansion, you are welcome to stay and eat."
The Old Man chuckled and asked, "What is the rank of that Wudang Mountain Grandmaster?"
Hsu Fengnian thought for a while and said, "Shouldn't be high, but his seniority is outrageous. A Wudang Mountain Taoist priest who is less than thirty years old, how high can his rank be? Besides, there is no name of him in Jianghu. "
Old Kui nodded in realization and said, "Oh, that should be the youngest Junior Brother of the Wudang Mountain Chief Wang Zhonglou who cultivates the Great Yellow Court Pass. Grandpa has heard about him when I entered the Cold Land back then. His martial arts aptitude is average, but he specializes in Dao techniques and great techniques, which is somewhat mysterious."
Hsu Fengnian asked the question he was most concerned about, "Old Grandpa, can you beat him?"
The Old Man said, "Doll, Grandpa will give you a word. Whether you can beat him or not, you will only know after you fight, right?"
Xu Fengnian couldn't help but grumble, "You sound so heroic, but what happened in the end? Didn't you stay at the bottom of the lake for more than ten years?"
Old Kui knocked Xu Fengnian's head with a knife. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
Xu Fengnian piled a smile on his face and said with a mischievous grin, "Then let's go to that bullshit Wudang Mountain and make a ruckus?"
The Old Man suddenly stood up, his figure enveloping Hsu Fengnian's whole body, the two chains clanging. "Yes!"
Wudang Mountain had two ponds, four pools, nine wells, twenty-four deep streams, thirty-six cliffs, eighty-one peaks, a nunnery, and a ten-mile palace. With the Taizhen Palace on the Jade Pillar Peak as the center, the eighty-one peaks surrounded the peak, and the palace was tilted, forming the famous eighty-one peaks. For thousands of years, countless people who pursued the path of immortality retreated to Wudang, or sat on the cliff, or hid in the immortal's coffin, listening to the heavenly music, watching the mist and clouds, and the green mountains and rivers, leaving behind countless legends.
Wudang was the Taoist holy land of the previous dynasty, firmly suppressing Mount Longhu. After the establishment of the Liyang Dynasty, Mount Longhu became the ancestral court of Taoism.
Wudang had been silent for hundreds of years, but no one dared to underestimate this mountain's thousand years of heritage. Although the current leader, Wang Zhonglou, occupied one of the top ten positions, legend has it that the Immortal Guides the Way broke through the turbulent Surging Waves River. Regardless of whether it was a rumor or an exaggeration, in the end, he was still a virtuous and respected Taoist old immortal. Especially when he cultivated the most difficult and time-consuming Great Yellow Court Pass, it gave the whole Wudang Mountain a kind of unspoken air that spoke louder than words.
Two hundred Beiliang cavalry mighty and mighty.
A tall and sturdy old warrior wearing a black robe, dragging a long saber on the ground as he ran, dust flying.
Mountains crumbled and the earth cracked.
A group of people rushed straight to the Wudang Mountain gate's "Black Tortoise in Prosperity" memorial arch.
The leading rider actually directly stepped on his horse, passing through the memorial arch before pulling the reins.
In the hundred years of Jianghu, the only one who dared to look down on the martial arts world sect was Xu Rentu, whose name made the older generation of Jianghu people pale.
Tiger father dog son?
His Royal Highness Hsu Fengnian, riding on a vigorous Beiliang military horse, laughed self-deprecatingly. Looking at the group of Taoist priests who were attracted by this grand formation, he gloomily shouted, "I'll give you half an hour, make that green ox rider roll out!"
This group of Wudang Mountain Taoist priests was in a difficult position. It wasn't that they didn't know that there was a martial granduncle on the mountain with the same seniority as Jade Pillar Peak who liked to ride the green ox, but they were only ordinary Taoist priests of the Jade Pure Palace at the foot of the mountain. Not to mention that they couldn't move that martial granduncle, even if the martial granduncle was easy to talk to, it would take at least half an hour to run to Taizhen Palace, and two hours to go back and forth. The incoming people were aggressive, could they wait?
Jade Pillar Peak was divided into two, Big and Small Lotus Peaks. The Big Lotus Peak had more than ten heavenly paradises for secluded cultivation, while the Small Lotus Peak on one side of the cliff belonged to one person by default.
This person was brought up the mountain by the previous generation's Wudang Sect Leader at the age of five and was accepted as a secluded disciple. At a young age, he became martial brothers with the current generation's Sect Leader, Wang Zhonglou.
Wudang Mountain's Nine Palaces and Thirteen Temples, the majority of the several thousand yellow-crowned Taoist priests who saw this young man had to respectfully and respectfully address him as Martial Granduncle. The younger ones even had to call him Taishang Martial Granduncle.
Fortunately, this young ancestor had never left the mountain. He had only seen the memorial arch of the Black Tortoise Dang Xing when he entered the mountain. Afterwards, he had never approached it, nor did he even look at it from afar. For the past twenty years or so, if he wasn't at Jade Pillar Peak's Tai Qing Palace, then he was at Big and Small Lotus Peaks riding the green ox. Those who were lucky enough to see his true appearance would all return and tell others that his martial granduncle had an extremely good temper, was extremely knowledgeable, and was extremely elegant.
The mountain gate was noisy, but on the edge of Small Lotus Peak's precipitous cliff, the Turtle Camel Tablet, it was very quiet.
A young Taoist priest with an elegant appearance was lying on the back of a stone turtle, basking in the sun. He waved his hand, and a green ox grazing in the distance came forward. Several volumes of Taoist scriptures were hanging from the ox's horns. He took one down and was just about to flip through it when he suddenly pinched his fingers and jumped off the turtle's back. He found a withered branch and drew a dense array of heavenly stems and earthly branches on the ground. His expression slightly changed, and he continuously muttered to himself before finally sighing heavily.
He carefully tidied his Taoist robe's sleeves and collar, flipped over the ox, and rode down Small Lotus Peak with a book hanging from its horns. He was half chanting and half singing, "Straight as a string, dead on the edge of the road. Curved like a hook, conferred the title of Marquis. Who drags the tail along the way, who leaves the bones in the hall … "
After leaving Small Lotus Peak, he released the green ox and carefully took down a volume of Taoist scriptures with the cover of the 'Spiritual Source Song'. He read it as he walked, and with great interest, he went straight to the foot of Wudang Mountain.
On the way, there would occasionally be Taoist priests who would stop and call him Martial Uncle or Martial Granduncle. He would smile and greet them, and was very amiable and approachable.
Everyone only felt that this young senior was really diligent. He was indeed worthy of being the Martial Granduncle who had annotated countless ancient books in the Jade Pure Palace. It was no wonder that the headmaster praised him as "the martial arts and orthodoxy of the world will be shouldered by him."
But they didn't know that this Martial Granduncle who had an extremely good reputation was currently reading an erotic novel that was most despised by Taoists. It was just that it was pasted on the cover of the 'Spiritual Source Song'.
The Taoist priest flipped through the book over and over again, and because he couldn't bear to part with it, he borrowed it from His Royal Highness in the past. As he neared the foot of the mountain, he flipped the page over and over again dozens of times. Only then did he reluctantly put it away, and with a face full of righteousness, he said, "Even if you beat me black and blue, I will definitely not return this book!"
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