If Li Chungang said "fart" to the Taoist Master's residence, outsiders would only say that the old God of Sword's heroic spirit was still the same as before, especially after entering the threshold of Earth Immortal. They were full of confidence and could regard Li Chungang as an immortal swordsman. However, if it was Hsu Fengnian who said it, it would be a different story. Two great masters were fighting each other in the Great Snow Plains and the Taoist ancestral court, Longhu Mountain. Even if it was just a battle of words, it was still full of elegance. What was His Royal Highness doing? Hsu Fengnian could already imagine that for a long time, the whole Jianghu would become a big joke. Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was at a disadvantage in the scheming against His Royal Highness, could not help but gloat. She finally had some spirit and was no longer lifeless and haggard. Hsu Fengnian glared at her and took the lead to walk to the Great Snow Plains. Xu Longxiang and Blue Bird followed closely behind.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly in the rain with Huang Fangfo and Hong Yuang. Hong Yuang was expressionless. Huang Fangfo thought a lot in this short section of the road in the rain. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the second foreign minister. Hong Yuang had always had a good reputation for his conduct and conduct. Not just anyone could claim the title of "ancient style". Hong Yuang, as a foreign minister of Mount Huishan who came from a poor background, was not humble in front of others. This caused Xuanyuan Qingfeng to treat him with respect. In private, Hong Yuang was called "training a hawk" instead of "raising a dog". Hong Yuang was also not overbearing and never showed any complacency. However, no matter how Xuanyuan Jingcheng secretly supported and cultivated Hong Yuu these years, it was still Xuanyuan Jingcheng who brought him to the mountain. This time, Hong Yuu betrayed him on the Great Snow Plains and killed his benefactor Xuanyuan Jingcheng together. Huang Fangfo was shocked at that time. If this matter spread out, it would almost destroy Hong Yuu's reputation for half of his life. If he was not careful, he would be labeled as a traitor. Huang Fangfo sneered in his heart. You, Hong Yuu, can betray Xuanyuan Jinggong's second branch today, will you betray your new master's first branch in the future?
Hong Yuu suddenly said, "Hong Yuu has something to tell Miss."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng nodded.
Hong Tuo's tone was calm as he said, "Back then, before Hong Tuo went up the mountain, he was actually secretly invited by Brother Yu Jingcheng. That was why he made the decision to come to Mount Hui. Otherwise, with Hong Yu's experience and ability, he definitely wouldn't have the courage to come to the Bull Gang and become a laughingstock. "
Huang Fangfo narrowed his eyes. Xuanyuan Qingfeng felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and the knot in his heart was untied. He turned his head and smiled. "Uncle Hong, you've suffered all these years."
Hong Yu lowered his head and cupped his hands. "That's how it should be."
Hong Yuu raised his head and looked directly at the young woman who was about to take control of Mount Hui. He said, "But Hong Yuu has received many favors from Emperor Xuanyuan. Please treat the children of the second branch well."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said softly, "Uncle Hong, don't worry. Qingfeng isn't a narrow-minded woman. It's a fact that the second branch is powerful. Blindly purging dissidents will only cause the turbulent Mount Hui to fall apart. Qingfeng will do my best to appease the second and third branches. I won't change any of the established rules. Guests can stay if they wish, but leave if they don't. Even if they leave the Bull Gang today, Mount Hui will still welcome heroes from all walks of life to come up the mountain again. The grudges of my father's generation with the surname 'Jing', as well as those above him, will completely end today. If the other two branches cause trouble, Qingfeng can promise you twice, but not thrice. At that time, if they still refuse to let it go, then don't blame Qingfeng for being ruthless. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng spoke lightly, but Huang Fangfo felt much more at ease. He was afraid that this woman would become arrogant and start a massacre in Mount Hui. When that time came, who would be the executioners? Wouldn't it be him and Hong Yuu? Moreover, in this way, he would have no room to maneuver and would be completely tied to her. This was originally a common method of controlling people. Logically speaking, it made sense. However, Huang Fangfo looked down on Xuanyuan Qingfeng. Being in charge of a century-old aristocratic family was a strenuous job that could shake mountains and topple peaks. She only knew how to play petty tricks and was no different from a shrew with a loose tongue. She wasn't worthy of Huang Fangfo's loyalty. The most troublesome part was that Xuanyuan Qingfeng's martial strength wasn't worth mentioning. Once the heir of Beiliang left, the more they suppressed her, the more likely it would be for him and Hong Yuu when she rebounded in the future. Perhaps they wouldn't be able to suppress her even if they used all their skills.
Walking to the entrance of the Bull Gang Mansion, Hsu Fengnian stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain and looked back at the snowy plains.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood nearby. She tilted her head and smoothed out a few strands of hair that stuck to her cheek. She remained silent.
The wind and rain gradually stopped.
A young man with delicate features walked out of the mansion. Seeing everyone, he respectfully said to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, "Yesterday, First Master gave me four brocade pouches. He said that after the rain stopped today, they would be given to Miss, His Royal Highness, and two esteemed guests."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was slightly surprised. Huang Fangfo and Hong Yuu's expressions were especially solemn. Although they were serious, they weren't surprised. Clearly, this wasn't the first time they had received the brocade pouches. In fact, killing Xuanyuan Jingcheng on the snowy plains was a request for the brocade pouches. Huang and Hong didn't know beforehand that the other party had truly surrendered to Xuanyuan Jingcheng. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and the other two received the brocade pouches from the young man. Huang Fangfo and Hong Yuu immediately excused themselves and left the snowy plains. The two esteemed guests didn't exchange even half a word of pleasantries. Huang Fangfo returned to the small building. He returned a clean set of robes and personally burned incense. He took out the small scroll hidden in the brocade pouch. After repeatedly reading it, he gently tossed it into the red sandalwood incense burner. He smiled and murmured, "Brother Jingcheng really didn't disappoint me."
There were only a dozen or so words written on the exquisitely cut paper. It was just like what Xuanyuan Jingcheng usually said when he talked about writing. Zong Yi had said that simplicity was the end of poetry: Brother Huang, please stay in Mount Hui for ten years and you can enter the Finger Xuan realm.
Huang Fangfo first smiled and then laughed out loud. Xuanyuan Jingcheng, oh Xuanyuan Jingcheng, are you asking me to work for your daughter for ten years? Since you said you could help me enter the Finger Xuan realm, don't mention ten years, I can even wait twenty years! After laughing, Huang Fangfo decided to study at Bull Hill for another ten years. He believed that with Xuanyuan Jingcheng's meticulous planning, even if he couldn't enter the Finger Xuan realm after reading all the secret manuals, Huang Fangfo was sure that another brocade pouch would appear at that time to solve his doubts! Huang Fangfo didn't even bother to think about who had the brocade pouch that he might not need in ten years. With Xuanyuan Jingcheng's meticulous mind, he was afraid that Huang Fangfo wouldn't be able to find it even if he turned the entire Bull Hill upside down. When the time was not right, the mysteries of heaven would not be revealed. Huang Fangfo sighed, "Brother Jingcheng, what a Confucian sage, Huang Fangfo is fascinated."
Hong Piao had never stayed in the luxurious abode of the guest of Mount Hui. It was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Therefore, he chose to live in a secluded bamboo house on the mountainside. After opening the brocade pouch, his forehead was oozing with cold sweat. The general meaning of the brocade pouch was far less soul-stirring than the one given to Huang Fangfo. It was just that Xuanyuan Jingcheng "kindly" reminded Hong Piao. If Qingfeng had any grudges against Hong Piao for killing Xuanyuan Jingcheng, he could say that Hong Piao was invited by Xuanyuan Jingcheng to come up the mountain. Hong Piao, who was kneeling in front of the bamboo tea table, clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands popped out. When he, Hong Piao, went up to Mount Hui, it naturally had nothing to do with Xuanyuan Jingcheng. At that time, what he said on the snowy plains was just an idea he came up with on the spur of the moment. He played an unknown trick to eliminate Xuanyuan Qingfeng's vigilance. Therefore, although this brocade pouch seemed to be a kind reminder, wasn't it also a kind of warning? Hong Piao took a deep breath and raised his head to look out the window. He smiled, "Brother Jingcheng is indeed an immortal. Hong Piao is completely convinced!"
The bull landed under the eaves. Hsu Fengnian looked at the rainbow stretching across the sky. One end of the rainbow was on the snowy plains, and the other end was on the Taoist Master's residence. The scenery was absolutely beautiful.
Hsu Fengnian opened the brocade pouch and was stunned. The words written on it were concise and to the point: His Royal Highness only needs to ask my daughter for a copy of the Aspiring Tripod Pavilion's Spring and Autumn Annals from my life. There is a letter in the envelope.
At the end, there was even a sentence that went straight to the point: His Royal Highness did not let her down, and Mount Hui would not let His Royal Highness down.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng leaned against a pillar, his eyes hazy with tears.
"Hong Piao is rebellious and needs Qingfeng to convince him with force. It's better to use force than to show kindness. When Mount Hui is peaceful, he can be raised. When there is chaos, he must be killed. "
"Huang Fang has a good reputation. I have my own plans. Within ten years, this person will not have any disloyalty. After ten years, if he wants to make a name for himself, there will naturally be someone to suppress him. "
"I left a book for the Daoist children of Mount Longhu to give to your grandfather. Qingfeng, you don't have to worry about this matter."
"If Hsu Fengnian has endless evil intentions and wants a yard after taking an inch, you can go and find the Daoist who fishes for flood salamanders in Mount Yunjin. This immortal elder owes me a favor and has promised me to come out once. If Hsu Fengnian does not overdo it, this person can work together to seek benefits. "
"During the Qingming Festival, if your mother is unwilling to visit the grave, Qingfeng need not force her. Since we can't help each other in times of need, it is already a blessing in life to forget each other. "
"Since the day you were born, I have buried a jar of wine under an old cassia tree. From then on, I have one jar every year. Now, I have twenty-three jars. How about privately naming your daughter Hong? Don't blame me for nagging. It's just that I haven't been able to talk to you all these years. "
"In the future, my grandson will be called Fuyao, and my granddaughter will be called Yasong. How about it? All these years, I have been flipping through ancient books when I have nothing to do. I have a hundred headaches, but I still can't think of a satisfactory name. I hope that in the future, if they want to study, then they can study. If they want to practice martial arts, then they can practice martial arts. The world is vast, but they can only stand on a small piece of land. Life is bitter and short. It's only a hundred years, thirty-six thousand five hundred days.
"Once you read it, destroy it. Remember, remember. "
Hsu Fengnian watched as Xuanyuan Qingfeng swallowed the paper in the brocade pouch.
What a heartless woman.
In the quiet courtyard of the eldest son's house, that woman also received a brocade pouch. However, the paper was completely blank.
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