There were as many Horse Gangs at the border as locusts, but once they entered the hinterland of Northern Mang, their numbers quickly decreased. Using Wooden Sword Wen Hua's words, His Highness the Crown Prince was very depressed at the moment. Only in the turmoil of war could people be forced into prostitution and become bandits. If the world was too peaceful, who would be willing to tie their heads to their belts and become bandits? This showed that Northern Mang's territory was far from the so-called poverty of the people as described by scholars and celebrities. After seeing that Flying Fox City was as prosperous as the south, Xu Fengnian became even more worried. Even if he was subtly influenced by the evil habits of the people left behind by the Spring and Autumn Period, how many years would it take to soften a Northern Mang that was as valiant as a strong man into a weak woman like the Southern Tang? Thirty years, fifty years, a hundred years? How could Beiliang afford to wait? Hsu Fengnian rode his horse to the north, studying the Swimming Fish Style on the seventh page of the Knife Manual. Because he could not understand the essence, he did not look at the eighth page. Other than the Twelve Sword Cultivation Methods, he occasionally rode his sword to kill snakes and scorpions. He repeatedly practiced the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall, which seemed to have the same effect as the Rolling Knife Skill. Under the cool moonlight hundreds of miles away, he howled and cursed without any scruples. He cursed the old emperor, Zhang Julu, Gu Jiantang, and countless emperors, generals, and ministers, and also missed many people and many things. Unfortunately, there was no little girl Tao Manwu to help him relax his frowning brows.
On this day, the scorching sun was still scorching hot. If not for the Great Yellow Court, even breathing would be like drinking scalding hot tea. Walking in the desert, the water sack would dry up. This seemed to be a type of ascetic cultivation. Hsu Fengnian was reluctant to ride an inferior horse that was not suitable for the hot weather, so he followed Old Huang's example and led the horse. His ears twitching, Hsu Fengnian walked to the top of a yellow sand slope and looked into the distance. He could vaguely see blurry figures under the scorching sun. Two people were galloping over. Probably because they saw Hsu Fengnian, they suddenly changed their course and galloped over. Hsu Fengnian smiled. He finally bumped into horse thieves. This had nothing to do with his eyesight. It was just that these two young horse thieves were too obvious. Their upper bodies were bare, and they wore hemp breeches, revealing their lame dragon and tiger tattoos. They were only short of tattooing the word "bandit" on their faces. When they saw Hsu Fengnian, their eyes lit up. These two did not seem to be in a hurry to kill him and rob him. They whispered to each other. Hsu Fengnian's ears were sharp. After he heard what they said, he laughed involuntarily. They were not robbing him, but robbing him. It seemed that the leader of the horse thieves was a female hero who was somewhat in love. She let the horse thieves under her command snatch a handsome man with soft skin and tender flesh, and it would be best if he could read and write, to be her "wife". The two horse thieves obviously did not think much of him. They muttered that he had thin arms and legs and would not be able to withstand a few blows from the chief. Although he was quite fair, if such a pretty boy stood together with the chief, wouldn't they become the Black and White Evils? If the chief took him out to drink with the other chiefs, it would be too embarrassing.
The two horse thieves saw Hsu Fengnian was scared silly, but the horse thieves did not move. They became more and more speechless. Was this pretty boy a fool? In the past, when nomadic grassland herdsmen met by chance to raise livestock, even if they were not scared out of their wits, they were very vigilant when they saw them. However, this boy in front of them was foolishly holding the horse without moving. One of the horse thieves with a black tiger tattoo could not stand it anymore. He rode up the slope, pointed at the pretty boy with a horsewhip, and scolded in a rough voice, "Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"
Hsu Fengnian turned a blind eye to the horsewhip pointing at him. He smiled and said, "I want to buy some water with you two brothers."
The Tiger-tattooed Horse Thief was stunned for a moment and lashed out with his horsewhip. Hsu Fengnian held the horsewhip and pulled down the horse thief who had hurt him. He kicked out with more dexterity than brute force. The horse thief's back hit the horse's back. Together with the horse, they flew out of the yellow sand slope. The Tattooed Horse Thief was stunned. Hsu Fengnian took down the shriveled water sack and floated down to the bottom of the slope. He did not look at the struggling horse thief. The horse thief's horse was a good horse. He jumped up and shook the dust off his mane. Hsu Fengnian took the horse thief's water sack and put it into his own water sack. He then took a straw hat and did not argue with the two horse thieves. He whistled and slowly went away with the horse. When Hsu Fengnian was far away, the Tiger-tattooed Horse Thief, who had been crying for his parents, quickly sat up and rubbed his chest. In fact, it was only a slight pain and nothing serious. He said to the Tiger-tattooed Horse Thief with a lingering fear, "I met a tough nail."
The other horse thief clicked his tongue and said, "The pretty boy is actually hiding his strength. The boss will definitely like him."
The Tiger-tattooed Horse Thief quickly got on his horse and said, "Let's go and talk to the boss."
Hsu Fengnian led his horse and traveled alone in the Wilderness. According to the Beiliang Palace's Geography Book, he would be able to see the grassland in a few days' time. He believed that there would be a chance to meet the herdsmen who lived by the water and grass. He was fine with it, but the poor horse beside him was a little tired because he often walked in the desert. He thought that when they reached the grassland, it would be best if his old friend could blend in with the wild horses. So he took off the saddle and reins and let it go. After resting for the night, Hsu Fengnian sat cross-legged, lit a bonfire, and looked at the low starry sky. The poor horse also bent its knees and rested, rubbing its neck against him. Hsu Fengnian patted the horse's neck, picked up a piece of soil and put it into his mouth to chew. The moisture was much better. It was time to get close to the grassland. Tasting soil was the entry skill of finding the dragon's pulse. Hsu Fengnian often went with his elder brother Yao Jian to study geography when he was young and learned many superficial tricks of looking for pulse. The world's ancestral dragons came out of Kunlun, and one of them entered Beimang. In the past, Beimang rarely talked about this. After a large number of adherents of the Spring and Autumn Period, this talk became popular. The Empress of Beimang had become the destined Son of Heaven. Hsu Fengnian turned to the poor horse and smiled, "Old friend, do you believe it?"
The poor horse snorted.
As usual, it diligently cultivated the sword in turn, just like the farmers in Jiangnan who had to go out every night to grab water to raise rice. They could not afford to be lazy. The sky was just beginning to brighten. Hsu Fengnian quickened his breathing. According to the Taoist classics, the spring meal was the morning glow of the morning and the summer meal was the evening glow of the Eastern Sea. The evening glow of the morning glow was the beginning of the sun, and the morning glow of the Eastern Sea was the best. The evening glow of the morning glow was the beginning of the sun, and the morning glow of the Eastern Sea was the best. The evening glow of the Northern Sea was the purple Qi in the middle of the night, and the extreme cold of the Northern Sea was the armor. The two were especially beneficial for cultivation. That Taoist orthodoxy lived up to expectations and became the state religion of Beimang. The current leader, Immortal Qilin, became a Taoist saint. Together with the abbot of the Two Zen Temples, they were known as the Two Saints of the North and South. In the early morning, Hsu Fengnian's breathing was red and yellow. It was probably because he had not reached the realm yet. He also could not say that it was very mysterious, but he felt more refreshed than usual. He slowly stood up and had some understanding. The so-called martial arts geniuses were divided into two types. One type had a body that was different from ordinary people, like Huang Man'er, who was born as a Vajra. It could be said that they were blessed by the heavens. The other type had a relatively normal body, but they could be felt by the heavens. The Bull Rider was one of the best among them, and only then could they have the magnificent aura of stepping into the Celestial Phenomenon. The third type was slightly inferior to the first two, but it was not impossible for them to step into the Land of Immortals. For example, Li Chungang who entered the Great Tao with the sword, Wang Xianzhi who proved her Dao with strength, and Đồng Thái who connected with the sword. In the path of martial arts, the higher one's realm was, the more one would go against the flow of the heavens. The Heaven and Earth were both a home and a cage. A martial artist had to form his own system, just like a naughty child who wanted to establish his own school.
Hsu Fengnian raised his head to look at the rising sun and muttered to himself, "Good and evil will be rewarded. If you don't believe, raise your head and look. Who will God spare?"
Then he twisted his mouth and said, "It's said that good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. When the ancients spoke reason, they liked to slap faces. "
Hsu Fengnian turned to look at a poor old monk wearing a kasaya and hemp shoes. His red phoenix eyes, which were sometimes charming and sometimes gloomy, stared straight at this southern Zen monk who had been sitting ten zhang away last night. Buddhism was divided into Mahayana and Mahayana, and Esotericism was divided into yellow and red. Everyone's attire was different. Because Hsu Fengnian's wangfei was a devout believer in Buddhism, he always had a good impression of monks. In Beiliang, many rogue Taoists changed professions to become monks for the sake of money. But in Beimang, he met an old monk who had traveled thousands of li to this uncivilized land to preach. Even though the monk looked kind and kind, Hsu Fengnian did not dare to be careless.
The old monk put his palms together and said, "Young master is a believer in Buddhism. Good, good."
Hsu Fengnian suppressed the murderous instinct in his heart and silently returned the greeting.
The old monk's kasaya had been washed many times. It could be seen that there were many fine stitches. But it was always clean and did not look sloppy. His beard and eyebrows were snow-white. He held a bamboo staff in his hand and looked even more benevolent. In the Beiliang army, there was once a monk who wielded a staff of more than seventy jin. As one of the commanders of the infantry, he ate meat and drank wine. He killed people like flies. On the battlefield, he glared fiercely and was very bloodthirsty. He was highly regarded by Xu Xiao. Unfortunately, because the Beiliang cavalry entered Jianghu, the monk retreated into the mountains. It was said that he passed away in a small mountain temple. At this time, the old monk smiled and said, "This old monk came north from the Two Zen Temples to the Two Zen Temples. I wanted to discuss Zen with an old friend from the Taoist school. Although most likely it would be like a chicken talking to a duck, but at least it would be a load off my mind. By chance I saw young master swallowing the moon and eating the red clouds of the sun. I wanted to talk to young master endlessly, but I was afraid young master would misunderstand me as a bad person. So I did not dare to take the initiative to speak. But after thinking about it for a night, I felt that young master's heart is very deep. I don't know how to cultivate it. If I am careless and fall into it, it would be very inappropriate. Since young master is a believer in Buddhism, if you don't mind this old monk being noisy, I can talk to young master about Buddhism. "
Hsu Fengnian sat down again. He smiled and said, "So you are an eminent monk of the Two Zen Temples. I sincerely hope senior will not be stingy with your advice."
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