The group quickly walked towards the snowy plains. The closer they got, the more violent the wind and thunder became. It was as if ten thousand horses were galloping, causing a piercing pain in their eardrums. Blue Bird held the Kana in one hand and the umbrella in the other. Her expression was the same as usual.
The old man wearing the sheepskin fur coat probably felt that this matter had nothing to do with him, so he walked rather lazily and leisurely, allowing the rain to fall on his body. With the old God of Swords' vigorous internal energy, it wasn't difficult for him to keep the wind and rain away from him. However, for Li Chungang, this kind of gaudy expert demeanor wasn't something that could be faked.
One umbrella couldn't block the wind and rain. The hem of Hsu Fengnian's brocade gown had long been soaked, and his boots were almost enough to raise a few small fish. He raised his hand into the rain and pushed the umbrella towards Blue Bird. However, he hadn't taken more than a few steps when Blue Bird quietly moved back. Half of her body was exposed to the rain. Hsu Fengnian was so angry that he laughed and took the umbrella. He hugged Blue Bird's slender shoulders and held the umbrella together.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng had been in a daze the entire way, swaying and falling. Her cultivation in martial arts had always been mediocre. The rain of soybeans slapped on her cold and elegant face, making her look extremely pitiful.
Hsu Fengnian turned around and glanced at her. He didn't pity her at all. To be honest, he didn't have any irreconcilable enmity with this woman. It was just that he had bumped into a knife's edge when he was traveling back in the day and had a small grudge with her. In addition, the Xuanyuan family was a big tree that attracted the wind. His Royal Highness couldn't get along with others, so he naturally wouldn't bicker with ordinary people. After a few rounds, he had picked Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Hui Shan. Moreover, every time Wen Hua mentioned this daughter of a wealthy family, he would always gnash his teeth. As brothers forged in times of trouble, Hsu Fengnian had to vent his anger no matter what.
He remembered that when Hsu Fengnian was playing wild chess to earn money, Wen Hua would pretend to be a chess player to win some copper coins, so as to lure the spectators into the trap. When Hsu Fengnian quarreled with others, he would say that a gentleman uses his mouth and not his fists. He would appear to be trying to mediate the fight, but he would shout with all his might to stop the fight, but in reality, he would kick those bastards who lost in chess but refused to pay up. Usually, after a fight, the other party would inexplicably suffer countless' monkey plucking peaches' or 'black tiger digging out the heart'. Their entire body would be covered with Wen Hua's footprints. When they finally came back to their senses, they were already lying on the ground without the strength to fight back.
As for Wen Hua, he admired Hsu Fengnian from the bottom of his heart. He remembered that once at the Lantern Festival in Liu Province, the two fellows saw a young lady in front of them. Her waist was really thin, so thin that it made people worry that her waist would be broken if they twisted it. Hsu Fengnian made a bet with Wen Hua that he could hug Gu Liang's small waist without being hit. How could Wen Hua be willing to believe it? As a result, Hsu Fengnian indeed openly put his hand on that young lady's small waist and even intimately whispered something into her ear. After that, Wen Hua's eyeballs almost fell to the ground. That young lady first glared angrily at Hsu Fengnian, but after hearing what he said, her eyes instantly became as gentle as water. She only glared fiercely at Wen Hua, but she did not struggle free. Hsu Fengnian immediately let go of that seductive small waist and chatted and laughed with the young lady. His hand, however, made a kneading gesture on her small perky buttocks for Wen Hua to see. Until now, Wen Hua still did not know how Hsu Fengnian did it. In fact, it was very simple. Hsu Fengnian told that young lady that Wen Hua behind her was a perverted thief with bad intentions. He was protecting the flower. The pitiful Wen Hua had looked at every woman in the past with eyes full of lust. Let alone a perverted thief, even if he was a great perverted thief who mercilessly destroyed a flower, the young lady still believed him without a doubt.
Hsu Fengnian hugged Blue Bird's damp shoulders tightly and said with a soft laugh, "You called me Young Master Wen a few times. Wen Hua will really remember you for many years."
Blue Bird gave a puzzled grunt.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and stared at her face that could be considered delicate, but he never got tired of looking at it. He smiled and said, "It's nothing. My mind accidentally went astray."
Xuanyuan Jingyi walked at the very front, the little abacus in his stomach crackling loudly and loudly. After his eldest brother had caused the death of Xuanyuan Jingxuan, who was at the Grandmaster Realm, he still dared to come to Bull's Descent Snow Plateau. Even if he brought a bramble to ask for punishment, he still wouldn't be able to get anything out of it. The Old Ancestor's temperament was hard to predict, but there was no doubt that he liked to seek revenge for the smallest grievance and to weigh the benefits extremely well. His eldest brother, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, had obviously studied to the point that he had become a cripple. It was one thing for him to be content with his useless studies, but how could the Old Ancestor easily forgive him for using some unknown method to kill his third brother, whom he had placed such high hopes on? That niece of his who was fiercely siding with outsiders was acting abnormally. There was a suspicion that a broken jar would be smashed. In Mount Hui, how could a woman have the slightest chance to stand out?
Grand Guest Elder Huang Fangfo's expression was calm, but Hong Piao, on the other hand, seemed to be distressed. Xuanyuan Jingyi didn't pay attention to these minor details. Stepping onto the snow plateau, Xuanyuan Jingyi immediately caught sight of the Old Ancestor's imposing figure. His qi leaked out violently like a tide, as if he was holding up a large umbrella, repelling the raindrops from three feet away from him.
He then looked at his eldest brother, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was standing in the field like a drowned rat, covering his mouth and coughing.
"You Confucian scholars scrupulously abide by the words of the Northern Sage Zhang, who said that you should cultivate your body, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. But let me ask you, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, what kind of body do you cultivate, what kind of family do you govern? After living your whole life, you can't even protect your wife and daughter. Other people reincarnate to be free and unfettered. Haha, it's fine if you don't reincarnate! "
The wind whistled at the top of the mountain, but Old Ancestor Xuanyuan's arrogant laughter was even more ear-piercing. According to common sense, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was far from fifty years old. It was appropriate to say that he had lived half his life, but Xuanyuan Great Plate said that he had lived his whole life. It was obvious that he had seen through Xuanyuan Jingcheng's method of fighting for the realm at the cost of his life. Moreover, the Old Ancestor didn't intend to let this scholarly and crafty junior continue to live. It was enough for Mount Hui to have one Land Immortal. What was the point of enjoying the Land Immortal alone? If there were two, what kind of scandal would it be? How could he enjoy the Land Immortal alone? If Xuanyuan Jingcheng was willing to practice martial arts according to his wishes, Xuanyuan Great Plate wouldn't mind letting him take over Mount Hui after he ascended. But if Xuanyuan Jingcheng could compete for the Land Immortal in his lifetime, Xuanyuan Great Plate would definitely strangle him!
It would be best if I could ascend. If I worked hard for a hundred years to seek immortality without any results, after I died, who would care about the rise and fall of the family? My children and grandchildren would have their own fortune. Whether it was glory or disgrace, I, Xuanyuan Great Plate, wouldn't care about this damn thing!
When Xuanyuan Jingcheng heard this, he finally ate a pill of reassurance. There was no deviation in the development of the situation. This time, the Old Ancestor wouldn't tolerate his big brother's misdeeds. He was curious about how his big brother could kill Xuanyuan Jingxuan, who had already entered the Finger Profound Realm. Xuanyuan Jingcheng believed that he had the right time, place, and people to sit in charge of Mount Hui, but he still couldn't do it.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng inadvertently saw his father's expression and was shocked. Why was his father so serious?
Then Xuanyuan Jingcheng said something that made Xuanyuan Jingcheng sluggish, "Heaven's evil can be forgiven, but the evil you bring upon yourself is the hardest to bear. Today, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was only enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens and sweeping away the five hundred years of accumulated dust of Mount Hui. As for how much can be swept away, that would depend on the will of the heavens. In half a cup of tea's time, you exchanged two hundred and sixteen moves with the Old Ancestor as a Heavenly Image cultivator. Does the Old Ancestor have any chance of winning? Why use words to boost your courage? "
Xuanyuan Great Plate, who had already accumulated power in Mount Hui for sixty years, was very calm. He said tit for tat, "You did your best without regard for your life, but did you ever hurt me?"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was dressed as a middle-aged scholar, smiled faintly, "The Old Ancestor walked on the martial path for nearly a hundred years. To Mount Hui, even if there was no merit, there was still hard work. If Xuanyuan Jingcheng won easily after twenty years of observation, the Old Ancestor would die unwillingly."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng only felt that this big brother of his had lost his mind.
But very quickly, Xuanyuan Jingcheng felt a monstrous chill fill his bones. Exchanged two hundred moves with the Old Ancestor?
Xuanyuan Jingcheng suddenly turned his head and said, "Third brother respected Xuanyuan Jingcheng because of charm, second brother respected you because of slyness. Both are not righteous. The sins of the heavens can be forgiven, but the sins of one's own making are the hardest to bear. "
Xuanyuan Great Plate said with a ferocious expression, "I want to see what other tricks you can play!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly, "Jingcheng has been observing for twenty years. I hope that today will be the day when I have accumulated enough. I definitely won't disappoint the Old Ancestor. Since everyone is here, Jingcheng will go first. If the Old Ancestor still wants to hide and suppress your cultivation at Medium Heavenly Image, be careful that you won't have the chance to reach Great Heavenly Image! "
Xuanyuan Great Plate sneered, "Oh? You caused such a big commotion, and even that woman with broken shoes didn't come to watch. You can't wait to go to the Yellow Springs Road? Could it be that you can't hold on until then? Your method is mysterious, but it's much more unorthodox than mine … "
Without waiting for the Old Ancestor to finish speaking, Xuanyuan Jingcheng rudely stopped listening. Instead, he turned his head and looked at his daughter from afar. This scholar had an open-minded smile on his face.
Cultivating one's body was the correct heart.
Scholar Mo Dao didn't have the courage to ask the heavens and earth to sink into the sea.
Successful people didn't only have extraordinary talents, they also had to have a tenacious will.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mind flashed by, and those poems and essays appeared one by one.
"I've become a land immortal."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng closed his eyes. He was bleeding from his seven orifices, but his expression was calm as he spread out his hands. It was as if he wanted to encompass the entire world.
With him as the center, the accumulated water on the snowy plains exploded outwards.
In that instant, nine bolts of lightning came from the Heavenly Court.
Li Chungang, who had been silent all this time, sighed, "How is this kid a Confucian scholar? He's clearly a Confucian Saint."
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