Walking towards the thatched cottage, he remembered where he had left the herbs yesterday. Hsu Fengnian smiled and pushed open the door. He did not see Jiang Ni sleeping on the bed at first glance. Had she gone to see the scenery of the Lazuli World? When he looked again, he saw that the little mud figurine had already cleaned herself up and was facing the wall, asleep.
She did not touch the bed. Hsu Fengnian understood perfectly that she despised the place he had slept in for being too dirty. The reason why she did not sleep against the wall was clearly because her delicate back could no longer bear any contact after carrying the luggage up the mountain.
Hsu Fengnian opened his mouth and spat out the rabbit hair brush on the table. He used his foot to kick the princess who had fallen from the world's noblest imperial city to the cage of Beiliang Palace and then to this little thatched cottage on the mountain.
She was probably exhausted, for she did not react at all. She muttered a few words in her sleep. Hsu Fengnian did not have to listen to her to know that she was scolding him. Hsu Fengnian stared at her for a while. She was a budding beauty. Although her face could not compare to White Fox's, it did not lose out to Sweet Potato and Blue Bird by much. In the future, she would definitely be even more attractive. Hsu Fengnian felt that the way she sat on the ground and fell into the mud yesterday was very interesting.
Jiang Ni's body slanted in her sleep and almost fell to the ground. Hsu Fengnian's shoulder shook and Xiudong fell down. He used the scabbard to gently support her body and slowly straightened it. Only then did he stop disturbing her.
When he went out, he saw that the bull-riding fellow had tactfully begun to cook porridge. There were a few small jars of pickled vegetables in the house. During this period of time, unless Grand Martial Uncle was too busy with the Small Seal Bamboo Slips or the precious and unique Annotation Classic, he would usually cook for His Royal Highness. He worked hard without complaint and enjoyed it.
Hong Xixiang cooked the porridge and watched the heat while he dipped his finger in his saliva and flipped through the Book of Rites.
Hsu Fengnian really couldn't figure out how this cowardly fellow could become the person responsible for the Black Tortoise's resurgence.
After leaving two bowls of porridge for Jiang Ni, Hsu Fengnian carried his saber and went to the top of the Hanging Immortal Peak. The 《Jiazi Sword Training》 was a collection of sword practice experiences, but occasionally, it would also contain some summaries of the vast martial arts. It strongly advocated climbing to the top of the mountain to look at the stars and the sea, which were useless to swordsmanship but beneficial to swordsmanship.
Unfortunately, Hsu Fengnian couldn't find anything that was related to the Way of the Sword even after looking at it for a long time. The guy riding the bull didn't say a word. He just stood to the side and watched with great interest. Hsu Fengnian, who felt unbalanced in his heart, asked, "You've been watching it for more than 20 years. Aren't you tired of it? The young Martial Granduncle laughed foolishly. The scenery was different every day. How could he be tired of it?
Hsu Fengnian asked curiously, "Do you know any martial arts?"
Hong Xixiang said with a face full of sincerity, "I don't think so."
Hsu Fengnian kicked him. The Martial Granduncle who was squatting on the ground swayed left and right, but he didn't fall. He returned to his original position without any difference.
Hsu Fengnian exclaimed in surprise and asked, "This is?"
The Martial Granduncle who had been on the mountain for more than 20 years indeed hadn't read a single secret manual or touched a single martial art. He scratched the shoulder that was kicked by Hsu Fengnian and said with an innocent face, "There's a big bell in the Xuanwu Palace. When someone rings the bell, I see how it stops."
Xu Fengnian wanted to get to the bottom of it. "You figured it out just by looking at it?"
The guy riding the bull shook his head and said, "There's no trick."
Hsu Fengnian felt a little defeated and said, "If you use a saber to chop the waterfall, can you chop it?"
The Martial Granduncle who was asked shook his head and said, "Of course not."
Hsu Fengnian finally felt a little better.
But the guy squatting on the ground immediately added, "I can't chop it, but it probably won't be enough to make the saber and sword fall out of my hand."
Hsu Fengnian was full of suspicion and ordered, "Then go find a sword and try. If you can't do it, then just wait to be fed to the fish."
Hong Xixiang had a troubled expression, "Why don't His Royal Highness lend me the saber on his shoulder?"
Hsu Fengnian lifted his leg and was about to kick, but the Martial Granduncle who was riding the bull had already run far away.
Hsu Fengnian went down the mountain peak and waited for about two hours before a sweaty Hong Xixiang arrived. He really did carry a Peach Wood Seven-Star Sword in his hand. The way he held the sword was neither fish nor fowl. Hsu Fengnian signaled with his eyes for him to stab with the sword. As if he was facing a great enemy, Hong Xixiang took a few deep breaths. Only then did he walk in front of the waterfall as if he was going to the execution ground. He raised his arm and swung the sword, lightly stabbing.
A mysterious half-arc that slanted downwards, like the horns of an antelope. It cut through the astonishing falling waterfall.
Retrieving the Peach Wood Sword, Hong Xixiang turned around and looked at Hsu Fengnian. There was no smug expression on his face, as if it was a matter of course.
Hsu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "I understand. This is your Dao of Heaven."
Hong Xixiang who only treated it as a small matter of eating, drinking, defecating and sleeping, let out an 'ah'. He jogged towards His Royal Highness suspiciously in a flattering manner, "Tell me, how is it Dao? Senior apprentice-brother Chen said that I am in the mountain and do not know the mountain. I will never be able to comprehend the Dao in this lifetime. "
Hsu Fengnian said treacherously, "As long as you go down the mountain and stand a little further away, won't you be able to see the mountain clearly?"
Hong Xixiang sighed and made a deduction with his fingers, saying helplessly, "I knew it. Today is not the day to go down the mountain."
Hsu Fengnian wanted nothing more than to kick this coward who was hiding in his turtle shell and not poking his head out.
Ginger Mud, whose greatest ability was to go down a dead end, decided to go all out with Hsu Fengnian and live in the thatched hut.
From the winter to the warm spring, the flowers bloomed. His Highness the Crown Prince was as tired as a stray dog every day. She had a lot of free time, she did not have to do any of the chores a servant should do. She just strolled around Mount Wudang every day. She walked around the eighty-one peaks, half of the peaks, palaces, monasteries and heavenly paradises with her little feet wearing hemp shoes. She even had the leisure to ask for some seeds from the nearest Ziyang Monastery. She planted some vegetables and fruits outside the green bamboo fence. Because of her, she created a small vegetable garden that formed a world of its own. If Xu Fengnian took a second look, he would be warned by her, like a little white wildcat whose tail was stepped on.
Other than practicing his blade and calligraphy, Hsu Fengnian also continuously moved books from the Tide-listening Pavilion to the mountain.
Book after book, bag after bag.
It was like moving a mountain.
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