When Hsu Fengnian, who was sitting high on his horse, saw that familiar figure, he hid in a corner of the Pure Jade Palace and poked his head out. When this person saw His Royal Highness, he shrank back. Hsu Fengnian raised his horsewhip and angrily shouted, "Bull rider! If you hide again, I'll bring people to flatten the Pure Jade Palace and throw you and the Tortoise Camel Tablet off the Small Lotus Peak! "
The young Daoist with the highest hopes of Wudang Mountain in the past hundred years appeared in front of everyone. He stopped far away from the Beiliang cavalry and bowed. With a face full of happiness, he said, "This little Daoist greets His Royal Highness."
This Martial Granduncle politely saluted Hsu Fengnian, but his eyes were always fixed on the white-haired, black-robed Old Man. Wudang Mountain was known for half of the world's internal strength coming from the Jade Pillar. In addition to Wudang Mountain's famous swordsmanship, it also focused on internal strength cultivation. It was a model for both internal and external strength cultivation.
The Daoist had seen many senior brothers of the same generation on the Big Lotus Peak. He had experienced the phenomenon of internal strength reaching the realm of perfection. The old man in front of him who used a strange blade technique was clearly like this. His Qi was endless, and he looked like a difficult person to deal with.
The Martial Granduncle of Wudang Mountain, who had not yet reached the age of thirty, subconsciously took two steps back. He threw a look at His Royal Highness, who had the momentum to flatten Wudang Mountain. Hsu Fengnian threw back a look, and the Martial Granduncle returned a look. This repeated over and over again, causing the onlookers to be at a loss. They did not know what the two of them were up to.
In the end, in the eyes of the Pure Jade Palace's Daoist, the Martial Granduncle had undoubtedly won. He definitely had the bearing of a grandmaster who won without a fight. Everyone saw the Martial Granduncle turn around and walk away confidently. His body exuded an inexhaustible aura, while the repulsive His Royal Highness only followed him up the steps of Wudang Mountain with the white-haired old man.
The Daoist priests were relieved. The Martial Granduncle was indeed the Martial Granduncle. Without saying a word, he made the debauchee surnamed Xu compromise. However, the Daoist priests did not know that the three of them had arrived at a secluded place. In their hearts, the Martial Granduncle who was second only to the Immortal's Finger Breaking Cang Lan, was kicked and punched and kicked by Hsu Fengnian for an entire incense stick's. Martial Granduncle's pleading, "When you hit people, don't hit's face, when you kick people, kick's's's" Martial Granduncle,'s bird's bird ".
After finishing the work, Xu Fengnian performed the technique of circulating his qi in his dantian. Finally, he felt refreshed. Leaving behind a forbidden erotic book, Xu Fengnian swaggered off. However, he did not descend the mountain. Instead, he took Old Kui along a narrow, winding path carved into the bluestone floor of the cliff, and ascended to the Jingle Palace hanging on the precipice.
The most remarkable thing about this palace was that there was an altar for praying for rain built out of the cliff, resembling the Big Dipper. According to the Daoist classics, it was said that the Purple Cloud Immortal of Wudang Mountain had once ascended on this altar. The Jingle Palace was usually not open to the public. Some scholars who were looking for secluded places could only return without finding anything outside the palace. However, Hsu Fengnian was able to take the Old Man to the Big Dipper Altar because of his father.
The wind on the mountain was chilly. The Old Man sat cross-legged, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant peak and the sea of clouds. With light steps, Hsu Fengnian stood behind the Old Man with the saber. Only then did he stabilize his body. He could barely open his eyes and could only sit down, coincidentally hiding in the Old Man's shadow.
Hsu Fengnian strenuously shouted, "Old Grandpa, how's that little Daoist's skill?"
The Old Man seemed to be puzzled and said, "His martial arts are mediocre. He seems to be the same as you. It's a pity that father and mother gave him such a good physique. As for the Dao technique, I don't know how to test it. I don't know, but it shouldn't be too bad or too good. Most of the difficult things in the world can't escape the path of sailing against the current. If one is not willing to endure hardships, how can one become a talent? It's strange. Why did Wudang Mountain choose this material? Could it be that it's the same as the descendants of the Zen Sect? I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out. "
Hsu Fengnian was even more puzzled. He asked, "Can this Dao technique be eaten? Or can it be used to kill people? "
The Old Man thought for a while and laughed, "Kid, you asked the wrong person."
"It can't be used to kill people."
The young Daoist from Wudang Mountain who was of the same generation as the Supreme Leader put his hands into the sleeves of his Daoist robe and stood at the edge of the altar. However, he refused to step on the Seven Stars and smiled as he gave the answer. Looking at his figure, he wasn't like the Old Man who was as immovable as a mountain, nor was he like Hsu Fengnian who was stumbling. He only swayed with the wind, swaying and swaying, the amplitude was not too big nor too small.
Hsu Fengnian's eyes were poor, he didn't see the knack. He just turned around and stared at the bull-riding Daoist who made his sister leave Beiliang with regret. He asked gloomily, "Hong Xixiang, why don't you want to go down the mountain and walk through the Black Tortoise Will Prosper Memorial Arch?!"
The youngest ancestor in Wudang Daoist's thousand year history grinned, his face blushing with embarrassment. He said, "I came up the mountain when I was five and learned a little bit of divination when I was eight. Master told me to calculate a little every day, a little every month, and a big one every year to calculate when I can go down the mountain and when I need to go into seclusion on the mountain. But ever since I learned this knowledge, there hasn't been a day that I don't need to go into seclusion."
Hsu Fengnian didn't take it seriously. He sneered, "I heard that your master set a rule for you before he died. If you don't become the best in the world, you can't go down the mountain? Then it seems like you won't be able to go down the mountain for the rest of your life. "
The Daoist with an extraordinary name still kept his hands in his sleeves and laughed, "It's true that I'm the best in the world, but I eat the most and read the most. Master didn't say that I'm the best in martial arts. There will be a day when I go down the mountain."
Hsu Fengnian got up with difficulty and looked in the direction of Jiangnan. He said softly, "But at that time, I'll be old. When we meet again, white hair will meet white hair. Is it useful? "
Hong Xixiang closed his eyes and didn't say anything.
Hsu Fengnian let out a long breath and snorted coldly. He walked out of the altar and passed by the Daoist priest. He stopped and asked, "What do you think of my sister?"
The Daoist priest, who had been in the Lapis Lazuli World for as long as he could remember, said softly, "She's the best."
Hsu Fengnian walked out of the Jingle Palace with an expressionless face. Behind him, the Old Man with the Fierce Blade seemed to be deep in thought.
Zhao Xixiang waited for His Royal Highness to walk away. Then, he squatted down in an inelegant posture and rested his cheeks on his hands. He was lost in thought and muttered to himself, "Red beans grow in the Southern Kingdom. Spring comes and the branches grow and wither in winter. It's better not to miss than not to miss."
Above the Daoist priest's head, dozens of red-crowned cranes full of spiritual energy circled and cried, making him look like a celestial immortal.
He suddenly clutched his stomach and said with a frown, "I'm hungry again."
When they were going down the mountain, the Old Man suddenly clicked his tongue and said, "Interesting. That little cow-nosed Daoist priest has some skills."
Hsu Fengnian wasn't very interested and asked perfunctorily, "What do you mean?"
The Old Man said uncertainly, "That kid cultivates the Supreme Way of Heaven."
Hsu Fengnian felt a headache when he heard this nonsense. He frowned and said, "There are people who go to a dead end for something so mysterious and empty? Aren't they afraid that they'll find out in the end? "
The Old Man laughed and said, "I don't like these confusing things either."
Hsu Fengnian arrived at the archway at the foot of the mountain. He ignored the bowing and scraping of the Daoist priests and looked up at the mountain. He scolded, "That turtle hiding in its shell!"
Two hundred cavalrymen standing respectfully at the foot of the steps saw His Royal Highness and mounted their horses again. Their movements were neat and clean without any superfluity.
The Beiliang cavalry were all equipped with angry horses and fresh armor. Every year, they would be dragged to the border by the Great Pillar State for actual combat training. In addition, the Liangdi people were valiant and many of the women were good at archery and horse riding. This was their most unique advantage.
For example, Hsu Fengnian's elder sister Xu Zhihu was adept at riding and archery since she was young, not to mention his second sister Xu Weixiong. Not only was her horsemanship excellent, her swordsmanship was even better. She was better than apes and monkeys and had the reputation of being an antelope. She started killing people at the age of thirteen and had cut off nearly a hundred heads. The Liangdi people were warlike since ancient times. Therefore, in the eyes of experts, the Beiliang cavalry was far more powerful than the troops and horses under the King of Yan Lu and King of Jiaodong. They deserved to be called the lions of a hundred battles.
The Old Man waited for Hsu Fengnian to mount his horse. He laughed and said, "Kid, I won't go back to the palace. Without Huang Laojiu, it's really boring."
Hsu Fengnian blinked his eyes and persuaded, "Why don't you wait for me to reach adulthood first? Without Old Grandpa, Fengnian would have died at the bottom of the lake. There's still about half a year left. I'll prepare some good food and drink for Old Grandpa. I'll repay your life-saving grace as much as I can, okay? "
The Old Man thought for a moment and then nodded his head in agreement.
It could be seen that this' Saber Hero 'actually did not dislike the Beiliang's most important disciple in front of him.
They galloped all the way back to the palace. When they just entered the city, it started snowing heavily for no reason. It was crazy. Hsu Fengnian was shivering from the cold. When they reached the door, the eager gatekeeper tactfully handed over a top-grade fox fur coat with both hands and carefully put it on His Royal Highness. He was more attentive than serving his own parents.
Xu Fengnian mumbled. He didn't know if Old Huang had brought enough clothes.
After saying goodbye to the Old Man, he went straight to Yu Youwei's courtyard alone. A beautiful woman was left out in the cold. It was too wasteful for her to admire herself all day long. It was not good. It was not in line with Hsu Fengnian's temperament of watering flowers.
On the way, he passed by Jiang Ni's poor residence that could not be considered a courtyard. He saw the fallen princess in thin clothes half squatting to build a snowman. The snowman was half the height of a person. After she finished, she did not look happy when she saw the snowman. Instead, she looked at the snowman with resentment. Then, she took out the divine talisman that she was relying on. With a swing of her dagger, she chopped off the snowman's head. Hsu Fengnian felt a chill down his spine. Did this crazy girl think that the snowman was him?
Hsu Fengnian coughed a few times and then walked over. Jiang Ni was originally flustered, but when she saw that it was His Royal Highness, she was relieved and slowly put away her weapon. When Hsu Fengnian came closer, he saw that her hands were red and covered with eyesore frostbite. She looked like a pitiful servant girl who was bullied in the laundry department. Hsu Fengnian sighed and squatted down to rebuild the snowman's head. In Jiang Ni's eyes, it was naturally pretentious and disgusting.
Hsu Fengnian clapped his hands and stood up. He gently asked, "Do you want me to buy you some warm clothes?"
Jiang Ni coldly said, "I think it's dirty."
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