Hsu Fengnian was too lazy to stare at Jiang Ni. He left her on the ground and went into the room to open his bag. Other than a large luminous pearl and a few sharp Guandong Liao Wei, the rest of the books were thrown on the table and piled up like a mountain.
Looking around, there was the Forbidden Villa's Whale Killing Sword, the Two Zen Temples' copy of the Vajra Subduing Demon Fist, and the Southern Sea's largest Buddhist nunnery's Guanyin Finger. There was a wide variety of more than fifty martial arts manuals. They all had one thing in common, which was that they were all top-notch moves of various sects and schools. Perhaps there was still a gap between them and the highest level, but for Hsu Fengnian to master even one of them was a magnificent feat.
He didn't move all of them from the Tide-listening Pavilion because he wanted to learn all of them, but because he wanted to pick out one or two suitable ones from each manual. It would be best if he could apply them to his blade technique. Taking ten thousand steps back, if he saw a pig run many times, he wouldn't be surprised even if he saw a pig that could float on water or grass in Jianghu.
Just like playing chess, these books were a set of moves. When the opponent placed a piece, he would know the position of the next three or ten moves. No matter how many changes you made, I would just kill you with a single strike.
Hsu Fengnian picked up a manual and flipped through a few pages. He put it down and picked up his blade, preparing to go to the White Elephant Pond to practice six hundred slashes and six hundred strokes. When he went out, he found that Jiang Ni hadn't left the mountain yet. She was sitting on a bamboo chair, using her sleeve to wipe the dirt off her face. Her movements were delicate, and each movement must have used all of her strength. How could there be a woman in the world who didn't love beauty?
Hsu Fengnian laughed, "Little mud man, it's going to be dark soon. You don't dare to go down the mountain alone? I'm a kind-hearted person. I'll help you call a handsome little Daoist to go down the mountain with you. "
Jiang Ni sneered, "The Great Pillar State let me stay on Mount Wudang. I heard someone has already gone through the ceremony of becoming an adult. That's hilarious. "
Hsu Fengnian felt a headache coming on. Ignoring the mockery of the rootless grass, he frowned and said, "Did Xu Xiao take the wrong medicine?"
Jiang Ni kept a straight face and didn't say anything. She stretched out two slender little fingers and slowly combed away the dirt and dust on her hair.
Hsu Fengnian went to the forest to pick some herbs and threw them in front of the house. "You stay here," he said, "I'll go somewhere else."
Jiang Ni was indifferent. Like a clay Bodhisattva, he remained motionless. He tilted his head and didn't even look at His Royal Highness as he meticulously cleaned up the battlefield. She would never touch that huge pile of herbs.
Hsu Fengnian took the night-luminescent pearl and the hare pen to the cave of Xuanxian Peak. He made a hole in the stone wall and inlaid the night-luminescent pearl in it. Suddenly, it was brightly lit. Hsu Fengnian, whose hands were bleeding, continued to wield his saber. However, he did not dare to cut under the waterfall.
Late at night, he was already exhausted. He sat at the foot of the stone wall furthest from the waterfall and slept cross-legged. The saber never left his hand.
Early in the morning, he woke up on time. Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes and saw Hong Xixiang squatting in front of the waterfall, holding water to wash his face. Hsu Fengnian had always been indifferent to this guy. He got up and practiced his slashing in the open space.
While he was practicing his saber in an old-fashioned way, the guy who had been herding cows on the mountain for more than ten years was studying the priceless heavy thorn wall in front of the stone wall. The round pearl in the bright area was green and translucent. When night fell, it would be as clear as the full moon. The one in front of Hong Xixiang was not known for its large size.
The largest night-luminescent pearl in the world was still in the Imperial Palace. It needed four sixteen beauties to surround it. It was placed in the study of Princess Sui Zhu. The reason this Emperor's most beloved daughter was called Princess Sui Zhu was because when she was born, Sui offered this huge night-luminescent pearl dug out from the foot of Mount Tai as a tribute.
Hsu Fengnian seemed to have had the opportunity to own two "Sui pearls" as long as he was willing to enter the capital and become the emperor's son-in-law.
Hsu Fengnian did not have the opportunity to know whether the delicious cake was hot or not. In Beiliang Palace, this kind of low-level mistake could not happen because the maids in Wutong Garden were all gentler than the other. However, His Royal Highness was more certain than anyone that the roasted sweet potato was hot to the mouth, hot to the hand, and hot to the heart.
The cave was humid and Hsu Fengnian was sweating profusely. It was very harmful to the body when the sweat mixed together. Hsu Fengnian did not dare to stay any longer.
He carried the Embroidered Winter Saber on his shoulder and picked up the famous Guandong Liaowei. This was the best quality purple rabbit hair. Rabbit hair was originally a hard hair. The north was stronger, but the Guandong purple rabbit hair was worthy of being called the first hard hair. This kind of brush was most suitable for writing strong and square characters. The tip of the brush was like an awl and sharp like a knife. This was the real knife of the brush.
From a young age, Hsu Fengnian had been instructed by Li Yishan to only use hard hair. The soft and edgeless sheep hair was absolutely not to be touched. The soft and boneless characters had always been spurned by the number one scholar in the Prince's Residence. However, Hsu Fengnian knew that sooner or later, he would have to pick up a soft hair when he had to write large characters on a signboard.
Although Hsu Fengnian was scolded for being an idiot with a golden exterior, doing the shady business of buying poems and songs like a poor scholar, he knew the four arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea, and wine. It was just that he was not proficient in them.
Practicing the saber was a major matter of strength, but practicing calligraphy was a minor matter of strength. It was especially difficult to practice calligraphy after practicing the saber.
Hsu Fengnian dipped the Guandong Liaowei in water and wrote the incantation for the [Whale Killing Sword] on a green rock. The words came from his heart, and the semi-cursive writing on the ground appeared murderous.
Hong Xixiang squatted to the side and observed. He clicked his tongue in wonder and said, "Good writing, good writing. It's a hundred times better than Da Shixiong's earthworm crawl. When he communicates with his junior apprentice-brothers or people outside the mountain, he has to get me to write for him. "
Hsu Fengnian ignored this fellow's praise and chewed on the Guandong Liaowei brush. Before coming up the mountain, he had practiced the saber painstakingly. However, it was not to the extent that he had to forcefully peel off the calluses that he had honed from three years of traveling.
Now, his hands were covered in blood every day. When he was not practicing the saber, Hsu Fengnian would put the Embroidered Winter Saber on his shoulder and swing it around. It looked quite poetic, but Hsu Fengnian's heart was filled with murderous intent.
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