Originally, Wudang Mountain followed the wishes of the Headmaster and did not put this set of fist techniques on a shelf or deliberately omitted its essence. Anyone who wanted to learn it could come to Wudang Mountain to learn it. However, Jianghu was dangerous and unpredictable, causing many troubles for the peaceful and peaceful Wudang Mountain. For example, some ruthless martial artists who saw the Taoist priests practicing on the Big Lotus Peak were not satisfied, so they captured a Taoist priest who knew the formula and interrogated him. After that, they threw the corpse into the wilderness, fearing that they would miss something or doubt the tolerance of Wudang Mountain. Even after killing a Taoist priest who knew the formula, they still did not feel at ease, so they killed several people before leaving the mountain. This caused the distressed Wudang Mountain to have no choice but to seal the mountain. Other than pilgrims who burned incense, the 72 peaks all refused visitors from Jianghu. Therefore, Wang Dashi's kneeling for an entire night was not considered a grievance.
However, Hsu Fengnian spoke until his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. He repeated the formula seven or eight times, but Wang Dashi only remembered about fifty or sixty percent of it. It seemed that the Fish-dragon Gang's evaluation of this youth's aptitude was not exaggerated. Later on, Wang Dashi's head hung lower and lower, fearing that Young Master Xu would despise him for being stupid. However, Young Master Xu did not show the slightest bit of impatience. His tone was calm, and he spoke tirelessly. This made the youth feel more and more guilty. Later on, when he made a mistake in his answer, the youth actually cried and raised his head with red eyes and said that he did not want to learn.
Hsu Fengnian was not a fiery clay Bodhisattva. He himself had a photographic memory. No matter how slow he was in practicing the saber, even the old God of Swords Li Chungang had to admit that he had half of his comprehension when he practiced the sword. It should be known that Li Chungang had entered the first rank when he was twenty years old. After that, except for the Earth Immortal realm, the other three realms were like a hot knife cutting through butter in just five or six years. How bad could Hsu Fengnian's constitution be? As for the people around His Royal Highness, to be able to walk beside him, it was obvious that they were all carefully selected. There were very few idiots among them. It would be self-deceiving to say that Wang Dashi, whose aptitude was mediocre, was not the least bit depressed. However, what really made His Royal Highness angry was the youth's words that he did not want to learn.
Hsu Fengnian breathed in and out, relaxing his expression. He no longer repeated the formula, but chuckled softly, "You don't want to learn it? Then you can wait to watch Liu Nerong's back for the rest of your life... "
The youth's skin was thin, and when his thoughts were exposed, his face turned as red as the buttocks of the monkeys on Mount Wudang. No matter what, the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.
Xu Fengnian let Wang Dashi, whose legs had already lost all feeling, stand up and sit on the edge of the bed. Seeing that Wang Dashi carefully put only half of his butt on the bed, Xu Fengnian smiled softly and said, "I used to know a person who was born in a poor family. He didn't study and couldn't read. When he was young, he only did some farm work like chopping firewood and feeding pigs. Later, he took over his father's property and became a blacksmith. If there was anything special about him, it was that he was stronger than the average person. He had been blacksmithing for more than 20 years and didn't even have time to save money to get married.
Wang Dashi was confused. He did not know what Young Master Xu was trying to say. From his point of view, Young Master Xu was not only good-looking, but also had a good temperament. He must be from an aristocratic family that the people of Jianghu envied the most. This kind of person probably had a profound meaning behind his words. The simple youth did not dare to continue the conversation.
Hsu Fengnian laughed, "It was this kind of person who became a very powerful swordsman."
His Royal Highness remembered some embarrassing events of the past and could not help but laugh, "A very powerful master."
Wang Dashi looked at Young Master Xu, who had a pair of phoenix eyes, and for the first time revealed a sincere smile. Wang Dashi was stunned. He felt that only this kind of person was worthy of Miss Liu Nerong.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the bright sky outside the window. He estimated that it would not be long before the rooster crows could be heard. He stood up and said, "This set of incantations is called Wudang Fist Arts, but it actually focuses on nourishing the Qi and spirit. It does not specify how to circulate the Qi in the body. You will have to rely on yourself to figure it out day after day, year after year."
When Wang Dashi heard this, he could not help but want to kneel down and express his gratitude.
Hsu Fengnian stood up and joked, "Don't bully a young man for being poor. A young man has gold under his knees. Don't kneel. If you kneel too much, don't mention the gold under your knees, even the copper coins will run away. "
Wang Dashi stood up and scratched his head with a blushing face.
Hsu Fengnian walked out of the room alone. He wanted to go outside the inn to find some breakfast to fill his stomach. The front yard had been cleaned up, but there were still some bloodstains from last night's fierce battle in some hidden corners. After leaving the courtyard, Hsu Fengnian stretched his body. He spent eight copper coins to buy four big meat buns. He gnawed on them as he walked, grease dripping from his mouth. A meat bun of this size could not be bought for six copper coins in Gangnam-do. Unknowingly, he arrived at the platform of the old city ruins. The corner of his mouth curled up as he saw the child named You Song practicing boxing with a few of his peers. Of course, he was just practicing blindly with a child's temperament. He was babbling and yelling, and there was a book bag sewn by his parents by his feet. Hsu Fengnian walked up to the platform and squatted at the edge of the platform to deal with the third meat bun. When You Song, who had touched the Spring Thunder Saber, saw Hsu Fengnian, he hurriedly stopped and jogged over. He had an innocent smile on his face. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "Big Brother, when I returned to the village yesterday, I told them that I had touched your saber. They didn't believe me and said I was bragging!"
Hsu Fengnian reached out and patted the child's head. He was kind enough to "clear his name" and said, "You Song wasn't bragging."
The four or five children surrounded Hsu Fengnian and envied You Song from the bottom of their hearts. Hsu Fengnian's eyes were sharp. He saw that the child, You Song, kept glancing at a little girl standing in the distance. She was thin and petite, and her clothes were sewn even better than You Song's. Her hands were clasped behind her back. She wanted to join in the fun, but she did not have the courage. She only dared to lower her head and look at the tattered hemp shoes that exposed her toes. Hsu Fengnian, who was about to eat the meat bun, smiled and stopped. He rubbed his stomach and said helplessly, "I ate five or six in a row. I'm full. It's a pity to throw away these two. You Song, help Big Brother eat one. "
You Song hesitated for a moment. A gluttonous fat boy nearby did not hold back and shouted that he wanted to eat. Hsu Fengnian handed one to the fat boy. Only then did You Song take the other one. Seeing Big Brother give him a look, the child smiled knowingly. He held the meat bun with both hands and ran to find his childhood sweetheart. It was unknown what he said, but after much persuasion, he finally convinced the girl. In the end, they each ate half of the meat bun. Hsu Fengnian quietly gave You Song a thumbs up. You Song grinned. After the fat boy and the others tasted the delicious meat bun that cost two copper coins, they knew that if they did not go to the private school, they would be beaten by the teacher. With a whoosh, they picked up their bags and ran away. Hsu Fengnian walked to You Song and the little girl's side. Only then did he see that the latter's ten fingers were full of frostbite and were bleeding profusely. If such a pair of small hands had to wash clothes in the stream or work in the fields in the mountains, how painful would it be?
Hsu Fengnian did not make a sound. He only squatted down and listened to You Song talk about the trivial matters in and out of the village. Only then did he know that two years ago, a scholar had appeared in the village. Probably because the villagers were shallow and thought that it was a great honor to their family, You Song's village joined forces with the other two villages to fork out money to invite a scholar who was determined to become an official, This Old Man's son, to open a school to teach. The teacher was honest and strict, and had a good reputation. He continued to teach here for several years. To the parents of children like You Song and the other villagers, becoming a scholar was out of their reach. They did not even dare to think about it. They only thought that it was good that their children could read. You Song proudly smiled at His Royal Highness and said that This Old Man's son had said that his handwriting was not bad. In the future, he could replace This Old Man's son in writing couplets for the villagers.
At this time, the little girl also smiled. She was gentle and timid, and the expression in her eyes was like a sweet mountain spring.
At this time, more than ten riders galloped out of Tiao Ma Pass. Their armor was bright and clear, and You Song looked at them with reverence.
Behind the group of horses were several black-skinned scoundrels who had a bad reputation around Tiao Ma Pass. They ran with all their might. Every time the group of riders ran a certain distance, they had to slow down and wait for the few people who were running with all their might. Each and every one of the riders had a look of disdain on their faces.
The little girl was meticulous. She tugged at the corner of You Song's clothes and pointed in the direction of the village. She was somewhat afraid and worried.
You Song's face immediately turned pale. He carefully handed the book bag to the little girl. He did not care if This Old Man's son would hit his palm with a board. After bidding farewell to His Royal Highness, he chased after them.
Hsu Fengnian lowered his head and found that the little girl was grabbing his sleeve. He smiled and nodded, "I'll go right away."
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