(Don't forget to bookmark it ~ There are two more chapters today.) Jiang Ni seemed to be obsessed with watching the fruits and vegetables grow little by little. Whenever she had the time, she would squat in the garden and stare at them. The pitiful talisman dagger had to be used as both a hoe and a hatchet.
One day, Hsu Fengnian went to the garden to fertilize it out of goodwill. In the end, he was discovered by Jiang Ni who couldn't sleep. In a frenzy, she carried the talisman and chased him half the mountain.
For the next few days, Hsu Fengnian didn't dare to return to the thatched cottage. For every meal, he caught some wild animals and barbecued them.
At first, Hong Xixiang didn't dare to eat fish and meat. Later, he couldn't stand the gluttonous bug in his stomach. Once he started, he couldn't stop himself. As soon as he saw His Royal Highness, he would throw flirtatious glances at him and ask him what he caught today. This was greatly inconsistent with the rules and regulations of the mountain.
Hsu Fengnian admired himself for being able to endure this bull rider's incessant chatter, just like the gadfly on the bull's butt.
After moving hundreds of books up the mountain, Hsu Fengnian obviously didn't want to be a two-legged bookcase. When he read something that he didn't understand, he would grab Hong Xixiang and explain it.
The most interesting part was that many seemingly unsolvable and brilliant moves often had a solution in another secret manual. This kind of contradiction that required patience to find was most beneficial to Hsu Fengnian. Now, His Royal Highness' saber skills were hard to say, but his horizons had increased by several levels.
During this period of time, Xu Fengnian took out a book that had been lost in the Jianghu for a long time, [Great Martial Arts], and used it as a body training manual. The moves were simple, but each move was fierce and overbearing, striving to kill with one move. He also asked for a set of nameless fist techniques from Wudang, leaning towards the soft and feminine side. Xu Fengnian originally didn't like it, but Hong Xixiang shamelessly recommended it, bragging about it to the heavens, almost praising it as number one in the world.
In the beginning, Hsu Fengnian still didn't agree. The thirsty Grand Martial Uncle had no choice but to play a final move. Even Hsu Fengnian had to admit that he was truly shocked by this fellow. The bull rider plucked a handful of bamboo leaves and casually threw them out in the wind. His body followed the bamboo leaves and stretched out a palm. Hsu Fengnian only saw his body swaying like a drunkard, "jumping around randomly", but all the bamboo leaves were glued back to his palm.
Gnawing on a wild pheasant's leg, Hsu Fengnian who had obtained the fist technique but still couldn't grasp the gist of it, couldn't help but ask, "The more I practice this fist technique, the more it looks like a sissy's play. You're not deliberately tricking me, are you?"
The Grand Martial Uncle wiped the grease at the corner of his mouth and said seriously, "How would I dare to fool His Royal Highness!"
Hsu Fengnian asked suspiciously, "Who created this fist technique?"
The Grand Martial Uncle rolled his eyes and swallowed the pheasant meat in large mouthfuls. He laughed dryly and said, "His Royal Highness, I won't disturb your practice. I have to go herd the cows."
Hsu Fengnian pressed the scabbard on Hong Xixiang's shoulder and sneered, "If you don't tell me, I'll beat you until you spit out everything you've eaten."
The Grand Martial Uncle said mysteriously, "I accidentally found it on the top floor of the Xuanyue Palace. It's been a long time and can't be verified. It must be the painstaking efforts of some senior Zhenren."
Hsu Fengnian put away his saber and concentrated his Qi in his dantian. He drew six circles in the air in accordance with the fist technique, one circle after another. It looked like it, but he always felt that it was several mountains away from the bull rider's wrist technique. Not to mention the spirit, even the shape was barely satisfactory.
The Grand Martial Uncle who was busy leading the green cow looked at Hsu Fengnian's posture and nodded slightly. He smiled brightly and said,
"This fist technique goes from the Eight Trigrams to the Four Symbols, the Three Powers to the Yin and Yang, all the way back. It's just that it's still very far from the Infinity of Tai Chi.
His Royal Highness' technique is already quite agile and flexible, opening and closing in an orderly manner. It's not easy and is much faster than I was before. It's just that there are still some small flaws that need to be corrected. If the Great Mound Attack is a method of crushing a thousand pounds with ten thousand pounds, then this fist technique is a trick of one or two thousand pounds.
His Royal Highness needs to remember one thing when practicing, the fist technique is to hit the crouching cow. Seek small and not big, seek quietness and not movement. Only then can you obtain the beauty of all things in life. When you reach the peak, you can't add a feather, you can't drop a fly, you can't tell autumn with a single leaf, you can't tell spring with a single sprout. "
Xu Fengnian pondered and sneered, "Only punching a crouching cow is of some use. The rest is all nonsense."
Hong Xixiang chuckled and didn't refute.
Hsu Fengnian squinted his eyes and smiled, "Bull rider, you like to eat meat so much. There are a lot of yellow cranes on this mountain, why don't you trick one to come down?"
Hong Xixiang laughed dryly, "I can't, I can't. Wudang's red-crowned cranes are psychic, and they're all my childhood playmates. Killing them is more painful than killing me. "
Hsu Fengnian joked, "Can you ride on a crane's back and play? When Taoist immortals ascend to immortality, isn't there a type of crane ascension? "
Hong Xixiang shook his head, "I've never thought about that, I've been afraid of heights since I was young."
Hsu Fengnian said with disdain, "Afraid of going down the mountain, afraid of heights, afraid of women, what else are you not afraid of?"
Hong Xixiang sighed heavily, frowning and frowning.
This bull rider suddenly pricked up his ears, carefully saying, "His Royal Highness, I'll go get the cow first, you better go back to the thatched hut and take a look."
Hsu Fengnian gripped his Winter Embroidered Saber tightly and rushed back. On the mountain, who would have the guts to find trouble with him? If there was, then it would definitely not be an ordinary character.
Seeing the thatched hut, Hsu Fengnian's figure came to a sudden stop, passing through the bamboo forest and slowly moving forward.
Outside the hut, there were three unfamiliar uninvited guests, not wearing Wudang's linen or silk Taoist robes. In the middle, there was a delicate young master, wearing luxurious and luxurious clothes.
Hsu Fengnian was very familiar with Zhong Ming's behavior, he could see the depth of his family's wealth at a glance. The Shu embroidery on this kid's body was extremely skillful, rare and priceless, but this was secondary. In his hands, he was playing with two luminous pearls, of excellent quality, known as the Dragon Pearl and the Phoenix Eye. Each was a first-class top grade toy, but it was even more difficult to put together a pair, the tribute was nothing more than this.
Next to the arrogant young master stood two middle-aged men. One of them had a big waist, a sturdy body, a standard tiger's beard, a leopard's head, and round eyes. According to Hsu Fengnian's evaluation, this guy looked like he could suppress ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. This big man had a pair of simple sabers hanging from his waist, one long and one short. He stood a little further away.
The other gloomy man with a white face and no beard was closer to the young master, slightly bent, and stood with his hands behind his back. He wore a plain white robe, always giving people the impression of a cold-tailed Many-Banded Krait.
Standing in the vegetable garden, Jiang Ni stared at the three people with red eyes, her lips were already bleeding from her bite. There was a five-fingered palm mark on her delicate cheek, red and swollen.
The vegetable garden that she carefully cultivated had been destroyed, the wooden frame fell, the seedlings were all broken, and it was almost turned upside down.
His Highness the Crown Prince had only watered and fertilized the plants out of the kindness of his heart, yet he had been chased down by Jiang Ni. Now that the vegetable garden had been reduced to such a state, she must have risked her life to save it. However, her opponents were numerous and they were not merciful people, so she had to suffer in silence.
Perhaps in Jiang Ni's eyes, Beiliang Palace was a luxurious and desolate birdcage, but other than His Royal Highness who raised birds, who dared to point fingers at her? Not to mention slapping her face.
Hsu Fengnian, with his hands wrapped in cloth and holding his sabers, walked barefoot towards the three people with a gloomy face.
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