Immortal guiding the way and cutting the river?
Canglan River, that is the largest river in Beiliang.
Xu Fengnian spat a mouthful of tea on the face of the old Taoist immortal opposite him. The old Taoist priest who had been in Wudang for thirty years just wiped it away gently and turned to glare at his talkative junior brother. Hsu Fengnian hurriedly apologized. Wang Zhonglou, on the other hand, had a good temper and did not mind, continuing to drink his tea. Hsu Fengnian quietly sized up this Wudang number one, his forehead was red like a raised eyebrow. Although he had white hair, he did not look old.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly remembered a Taoist unorthodox book called "Three Thousand Sceneries" that he casually read in the Tide-listening Pavilion when he was young. It mentioned that Wudang had a mysterious internal energy that was refined by the Supreme Jade Elixir. It first formed a Dan Ying, then flowed through the five viscera, and then through the four limbs. It could turn red blood into white milk, the appearance of a young man, and was impervious to cold and heat.
Xu Fengnian had never taken the occasional written records of claws in the snow seriously. However, when he heard those two fingers with his own ears and saw Wang Zhonglou's vaguely revealed majestic aura, he had no choice but to believe it.
The old Taoist left after finishing his tea. Hsu Fengnian saw Hong Xixiang still squatting on the side in a daze, he frowned and said, "Bull rider, why aren't you leaving?"
Hong Xixiang nodded and slowly walked back to Small Lotus Peak. Passing by the three palaces and six temples, countless Taoists respectfully called him Grand Martial Uncle, Grand Martial Uncle, and he responded to them all. Some familiar juniors would even stop and chat with them.
Slowly walking to the Immortal Cliff, he found his Senior Brother standing under the Tortoise Camel Tablet. Hong Xixiang quickened his pace and called Senior Brother Wang.
Their generation on the mountain was already the highest, unlike Longhu Mountain's Taoist masters who were in seclusion and did not care about worldly affairs. Wudang also had a Senior Brother surnamed Wang, who used the sword to crown Wudang. He was habitually called Junior Brother Wang by Hong Xixiang, and had been silently comprehending the sword at Big Lotus Peak for sixteen years.
Wang Zhonglou, who was almost a head taller than Hong Xixiang, turned around and saw the unhappy Junior Brother, he joked, "Senior Brother Chen took away your private stash of forbidden books again?"
Hong Xixiang shook his head, hesitating to speak. Wang Zhonglou patted his Junior Brother's shoulder and left under the moonlight.
Hsu Fengnian practiced the Rolling Knife Technique once. There was no set pattern to it. The most important thing was the angle and direction of the first cut. Following that, dozens or even hundreds of moves would follow the momentum of the first cut. Hsu Fengnian strived to do it in one go without leaving any gaps.
Using the least amount of strength to use the fastest knife. This was not something that Old Man had taught him privately. It was a simple knife technique that Hsu Fengnian had figured out himself. It was very appropriate to call it a rolling knife. Compared to what Headmaster Wang had said about standing on the sword and moving the sword, it seemed to be slightly different.
He returned to the thatched cottage and lay down on a hard plank bed. It was as hard as the Wudang Mountain. Hsu Fengnian had no qualms about this. This was because he was used to living in the wilderness with Old Huang.
On the table, other than an oil lamp, there were two piles of yellowed books. Two sword manuals, one 'Spirit Extracting Technique', and at the bottom was' Qingshui Pavilion Sword Practice Record '. Hsu Fengnian did not have any pajamas. He simply stayed up all night to memorize these books.
Wudang's mantra was widely circulated in Jianghu. Most of them were fakes, crowned with the name 'Jade Pillar Internal Strength'. They were still very popular. However, there were indeed some genuine low-grade Jade Pillar mantras that the Jianghu people were familiar with. Wudang Mountain had never deliberately tried to stop them. This was because the Jade Pillar mantras were indeed brilliant. However, it was only one of the Yin-Yang fish. It still required the Wudang Taoists to train their bodies day in and day out to complement each other.
Hsu Fengnian was not interested in the sword manuals. He also did not feel that the 'Spirit Extracting Technique' was beneficial. He only loved the 'Sword Practice Record' so much that he could not put it down. This sixty year sword practice record was the painstaking work of a Wudang ancestor. It was just that the words were obscure and not easy to learn.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the dimly lit sky outside the window. He put down the 'Sword Practice Record' and walked towards the White Elephant Pond with his Embroidered Winter Saber. The closer he got, the louder the sound of the waterfall hitting the rocks. A cold water vapor assaulted his face. There was a large rock in the middle of the pond. Hsu Fengnian walked along the edge of the White Elephant Pond. Unexpectedly, he walked along a bluestone path into the waterfall. It turned out that the Hanging Immortal Peak where the ivory waterfall hung had been hollowed out by the Wudang ancestors. Legend has it that an immortal ascended from here and left an ancient sword in the pond.
Hsu Fengnian stood still. He was only two arms away from the waterfall. His clothes gradually became wet.
Hsu Fengnian used all his strength to make a horizontal chop with his saber.
That old Taoist priest was able to cut off the river with two fingers. So what if he used all his strength to make a chop?
Hsu Fengnian felt a piercing pain. The Winter Embroidered Winter Saber had just made contact with the falling waterfall when it flew out of his hand. It drew an awkward arc in the air and fell to the ground. Hsu Fengnian raised his hand to look. There was a large bloody crack.
Hsu Fengnian grinned. He picked up the Winter Embroidered Saber that was destined to be buried in his hand for a long time. He let out a long breath and made another chop. The result was the same. Hsu Fengnian sucked in a cold breath. He tore off a piece of cloth from his body and wrapped it around his hand. He sat on the ground and picked up the Winter Embroidered Saber. He no longer hoped to make a horizontal chop with his saber. He only hoped that it would not fall out of his hand.
He switched to his left hand and made another chop. It was even worse. He fell out of the pond along with his saber.
The young Martial Granduncle came into the cave at some point. He said in surprise: "You're exactly the same as senior apprentice-brother Chen when he was young."
Hsu Fengnian tried to find joy in his misery: "All experts are like that."
Hong Xixiang said softly: "But I heard that senior apprentice-brother Chen can make a several-inch-wide gap with his sword when he reaches your age."
Hsu Fengnian said in annoyance: "Help me pass a message to the Royal Palace. There's a white fox face in seclusion there. Tell him to pick 40-50 martial arts manuals first and have someone bring them up the mountain."
Hong Xixiang asked curiously: "What's that for?"
Hsu Fengnian lowered his head and used his mouth to tie the cloth around his left hand's wound. He ignored Hong Xixiang.
The young Martial Granduncle obediently went out to run errands for His Royal Highness. There's a Purple Sun Temple a mile away. He's going to ask the juniors for help. Of course, Martial Granduncle won't go down the mountain.
A few days later. A slender woman carrying a heavy bag climbed up the mountain with difficulty.
What's the heaviest thing in the world? Friendship? Loyalty? Bullshit. Books are the heaviest.
Jiang Ni sat on a step halfway up the mountain. Her waist was almost broken. A few Taoists who were staring at her swaying body as if she could roll down the mountain at any moment were finally relieved.
This extremely beautiful young woman was escorted to the foot of the mountain by the Beiliang cavalry. Then she climbed up the steps alone. At first, the Wudang Taoists wanted to help, but they didn't get any response. She only had a cold expression on her face. The Taoists could only carefully follow behind her, afraid that she would suffer along with her bag. A woman from Beiliang Palace, they can't afford to offend her.
Jiang Ni raised her head and looked at the endless mountain peak. She muttered something. The Taoists couldn't hear her. It was all harsh words cursing Hsu Fengnian. But compared to her daily actions of making little grass men, it was already considered gentle.
Now if that bastard His Royal Highness dares to stand in front of her, she'll definitely pull out that talisman and die with him.
Jiang Ni rubbed her already red shoulders. She gritted her teeth and once again carried the heavy bag. In the Lapis Lazuli World, this was a pitiful scene.
Hong Xixiang, who had nothing to do, was strolling around the mountain. He saw this scene and ran over to help. But before he could speak, Jiang Ni said, "A good dog doesn't block the way." Her tone was weak, but her eyes were like the eyes of a Bodhisattva. She didn't look like a lowly servant in a prince's residence.
Hong Xixiang smiled and said, "I'll lead the way for you."
Seeing the hut, Jiang Ni was stunned.
This was the sleeping quarters of His Highness the Thousand-Blade Crown Prince? Won't he jump and curse and kick the few thousand Taoists of Wudang Mountain down the mountain?
She sat on the ground, panting. She really felt like she was going to die.
Hong Xixiang was just about to remind her, but Jiang Ni glared at him. He could only swallow his words.
The young Martial Granduncle thought that the woman brought out by His Royal Highness was different. Or was she really as straightforward as Eldest Apprentice Brother said? Was it because the women at the foot of the mountain were all tigresses?
Although his good intentions were treated as ill intent, Hong Xixiang still took the opportunity to lift the bag and move into the hut. This time Jiang Ni didn't reprimand him. She really didn't have the energy to do so. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to sit down and fall asleep. As for the pain in her shoulders and back, it was already numb. She just didn't want to touch it.
Jiang Ni's back was hit a few times by a hard object. The action wasn't big, but for the current Jiang Ni, it was no different from adding oil to a small fire. A thick layer of frost covered the little snow. Jiang Ni who was in extreme pain turned around with a sobbing tone. She raised her head and saw that repulsive, hateful, and murderous face. She didn't know where she found the strength, but she opened her mouth and bit down, biting His Royal Highness's leg.
Hsu Fengnian used the scabbard to slap Jiang Ni's face, sending this captive princess flying. The strength was just right, not too light nor too heavy, not enough to hurt anyone. Hsu Fengnian frowned and scolded, "Are you a dog?"
Jiang Ni who was more embarrassed than she was in pain couldn't move. She could only grab the dirt on the ground and throw it at Hsu Fengnian.
Hsu Fengnian didn't get angry. He only used Xiudong to slap the dirt back one by one. Jiang Ni instantly turned into a little mud man.
"Hsu Fengnian, you won't have a good death!"
"Come come come, little puppy Jiang Ni, bite me to death."
"You're not human!"
"Ya, Jiang Ni, you look so fresh right now, so cute. If you have the ability, throw the God Talisman at me too. Then I'll consider you ruthless. "
"I'll stab you to death one day!"
"Just now, I'm determined not to fight back. Why are you still sitting on the ground? Little puppy Jiang Ni, you can't be so excessive that you want me to stick my neck to the God Talisman and slit my own throat, right? This way of dying is too tyrannical. "
One sitting on the ground, one standing, one crying, one laughing.
Who would have thought that these two young men and women of similar age were the eldest princesses of a captive kingdom, the eldest sons of the King of Beiliang?
Seeing this scene, the young Martial Granduncle who felt that it was harder to understand than the heavenly book helplessly said, "I'd better go ride an ox."
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