The bystanders in the city would always say that it was a pity that His Royal Highness had not seen him in the past six months. Otherwise, he would have been greatly rewarded. As for those nobles in the city, they were all at a loss. Not to mention who that sneaky swordsman was, who was he? Where did those bandits come from? Although it was not true that Da Zhu Guo did not pick up any leftovers, he would not believe that the rumors were true that the northern barbarians were causing trouble in Beiliang.
On the 28th day of the lunar calendar, Hsu Fengnian followed Da Zhu Guo to Mount Jiuhua, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's dojo. This time, he would be the one to ring the bell.
He took off his armor and climbed up the mountain. He spent the night in the Thousand Buddha Pavilion on the top of the mountain. Hsu Fengnian took the time to read the thick letter from the Immortal of Longhu Mountain.
Hsu Fengnian smiled. The letter said that Huang Man 'er saw hawthorns all over the mountain and brought them back to his Master's place. As a result, the courtyard was filled with hawthorns. Fortunately, the respected Immortal on the mountain did not dare to reprimand him. He only kindly explained that the hawthorns could not be stored for long after they were picked. It was better to wait until they went down the mountain to pick them. As a result, Huang Man' er almost destroyed the house.
Xu Xiao was not asleep. He walked into the room and glanced at the Winter Embroidery Saber on the table. He held another letter in his hand. It was from his second daughter, Xu Weixiong. Da Zhu Guo said bitterly, "Your second sister wrote a letter to scold me."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Just because I learned martial arts and the saber?"
Xu Xiao sat down and sighed. "If you continue to practice, she might come back from the Shangyin Academy and scold me."
Hsu Fengnian did not read the letter. He just gloated and said, "What did she say?"
Xu Xiao squinted and said, "She asked me to ask you, so what if you are the best at using the saber?"
Hsu Fengnian thought about it and said, "Just write back and say that it can strengthen your body. You can't let your body be hollowed out by beauty."
Xu Xiao said awkwardly, "Isn't this reason a bit too childish?"
Hsu Fengnian said confidently, "This is the only way to deal with Second Sister. Otherwise, do you think you can win against her when it comes to reasoning with her? "
Xu Xiao gave a thumbs up and flattered, "You didn't learn this blade for nothing!"
On the morning of the 29th.
Mountain fog filled the air.
Hsu Fengnian placed his hands on the hilt of his Winter Embroidered Saber and looked into the distance.
After Lidong, the several groups of bandits were all 'wooden training dummies' arranged by his father, Xu Xiao. Xu Xiao did not give any hint, but Hsu Fengnian naturally guessed that most of them were criminals sentenced to death in the Beiliang Army who had committed a major offense.
Xu Xiao was very strict in his management of the army and was very clear about rewards and punishments. Even his adopted son, Chen Zhibao, who had violated the law, was publicly whipped until he was covered in blood. If not for this, the rumors in the capital would not have spread that the Beiliang Army only recognized the Liang Wang Tiger Seal and not the Emperor's Jade Seal.
These military criminals who were temporarily acting as bandits and bandits did not inherit any orthodox martial arts, but their skills were all obtained by risking their lives on the battlefield. They were ferocious and had the unique fearlessness of the Beiliang cavalry. They were most suitable for Hsu Fengnian to practice his straightforward and fierce saber skills.
The Old Man saw Hsu Fengnian kill three groups with his own eyes. After that, he did not pay any more attention. He only gave the address and had Hsu Fengnian go there alone with his saber.
After the first group of bandits, Hsu Fengnian was hit six times, five light and one heavy. The one that hit his back was not fatal. He lay in a pool of blood, his saber still in his hand. In the end, he was carried back to the Prince's Mansion by the Old Man.
After that, the other groups of Hsu Fengnian fought with injuries. The Old Man did not give him the slightest chance to be lazy or complain. If it were any other master raised by the Prince's Mansion, they would not dare to trample on His Royal Highness, whose nobility was comparable to that of the Emperor's relatives. Practicing the saber with the fierce bandits was difficult and dangerous. It was not something that outsiders could understand.
Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes and slowed his breathing.
He wondered if it was time to start practicing internal martial arts. No matter how domineering the saber technique of the outer sect was, it was like a child's play in front of a true master of both internal and external martial arts. It would only be a joke.
However, the cultivation of internal martial arts was more about advancing step by step. The big and small acupoints and meridians in the body had to be polished and connected like a marching army. It was like the Wudang Sect, which claimed that half of the world's internal martial arts came from the Jade Pillar. Especially those Taoist priests who were talented and had masters to guide them, they had to practice every day they were on the mountain. They had to strive to reach the realm of the Great Way where they could resonate with the Heavenly Design.
Internal energy was not food that could be stuffed to the brim. Where could Hsu Fengnian find the precious internal energy that he had spent ten or twenty years to polish?
Should he go to the Tide-listening Pavilion and look for some evil ways? Hsu Fengnian frowned and opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with the sea of clouds and his ears were filled with the sound of pines. He felt relaxed and happy. For some reason, he thought of the previous owner of the Winter Embroidery Saber. He wondered when that White Fox Face would ascend to the third floor. Would this beauty think that the Winter Embroidery Saber was given to the wrong person?
That year when it was snowing heavily, White Fox Face wielded the saber on the lake. That was the true path of the saber.
Hsu Fengnian knew the difference between heaven and earth, but he was not discouraged. An old man with missing front teeth who always laughed foolishly once said that it was comfortable to fart after a full meal. However, it was more comfortable to fart one after another and take it slow.
His current practice of the saber was the stupidest way.
It was time to ring the morning bell.
Because Xu Fengnian had been practicing his saber, the sound of the bell was loud and clear.
There were a total of one hundred and eight bell rings in one day.
Qi Dangguo, who was in charge of the Beiliang army, looked surprised. Among the other foster sons, Yao Jian and Ye Xizhen looked at each other and smiled. Chu Lushan's eyes almost popped out. As for the little people Chen Zhibao, Zuo Xiong, and Yuan Zuozong, they were patrolling the border and did not appear.
The group walked down Mount Jiuhua. Da Zhuguo, who was walking side by side with Hsu Fengnian, said slowly, "If you really want to practice martial arts, the masters in the mansion know some unorthodox ways. It depends on whether you are willing to put down your airs."
Hsu Fengnian laughed involuntarily, "What airs can I put down?"
Da Zhuguo looked at Mount Wudang from afar and squinted, "That's good."
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