Hsu Fengnian woke up in a daze, but he did not open his eyes immediately. He first checked the flow of Qi inside his body, which was both good and bad. The newly opened Juque acupoint was a blessing, but the unfortunate thing was that he did not know why the Qi inside his body was burning fiercely like firewood. Although it did not turn into ashes, there was an uncontrollable sense of crisis. This made His Royal Highness, who was used to controlling everything around him, feel uneasy and puzzled. He continued to check the breathing frequency around him before slowly opening his eyes. The first thing that came into his sight was a beautiful face. She was already stunning when he first saw her in the canyon. Her beauty could only be described as otherworldly. A pair of rare dark green eyes, like the green mountains and clear waters, should be worth 95 cents. Perhaps she was only slightly inferior to White Fox's face, Chen Yu and Jiang Ni. If she grew up and developed her charm, they might be on par with each other. Beimang was rough with wind and sand. Few women were fresh and beautiful, and their bodies were usually rougher and bigger than southern women. Could it be that Cao Guanzi monopolized the principle of 'Eight Flowers of Elegance' and swallowed the elegance of Beimang women?
Hsu Fengnian suspected that he had been conferred the Golden Chamber of Commerce and turned himself into a monk who only ate vegetables and did not eat meat. Unexpectedly, he did not want to look at this peerless beauty at all. He slowly stood up and took the initiative to separate himself from the soft and warm body. After nurturing the sword, it was as if his body was fitted with a precise hourglass. Even when he was meditating and breathing, he would automatically wake up every two hours and jump to the bottom of the valley. He silently controlled the sword and dripped a drop of blood on the sword, causing the flying sword to unexpectedly fall straight down. Three days of effort had been wasted. Hsu Fengnian held back from cursing loudly. He frowned as he stared at the blood mark on his palm. The bright red blood was permeated with an inexplicable faint golden color. Even when he was at the consummate level of the Great Yellow Hall, he had never heard of such a strange sight. He no longer dared to nurture the sword carelessly. He withdrew the sword and his slender Emei, which was as fine as a woman's black hair, swept back to the mountaintop. Most of the rescued herdsmen were young. They surrounded the young girl and looked at Hsu Fengnian with eyes full of reverence and worship. Hsu Fengnian ignored them. Looking at the bottom of the white bowl that was sparkling under the sunlight, he squatted down and stretched out his finger to touch it. He sniffed and guessed seventy to eighty percent of it. The reason why the Buddha was called the Golden Body Buddha was largely due to the so-called invincible body of the Vajra. It was rumored that the Vajra could make all the evils in the underworld retreat and all the ghosts in Fengdu crawl. It was only through Li Chungang's explanation that Hsu Fengnian knew that the Vajra Realm in the world could be considered as a fake realm. Only Li Dangxin of the Two Zen Temples and his younger brother Xu Longxiang were the real Vajra. Back when Li Dangxin returned from his ten thousand li journey to the west, someone spread the shocking secret that a flesh eating monk in white could obtain the Golden Body of Immortality with a piece of meat. Evil figures swarmed over, but none of them succeeded. In the end, when Li Dangxin approached Chang 'an, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he cut off a piece of meat and gave it to someone who was about to die of hunger and cold. A few years later, the old man died peacefully of old age, but he did not achieve immortality. Only then did his doubts dissipate.
Hsu Fengnian sat cross-legged and stared blankly at the white bowl. The young girl and more than twenty children beside him did not dare to disturb him, so they accompanied him and stared blankly. Hsu Fengnian stood up and carried the two children down to the bottom of the valley. The herd of wild cows was intimidated by the Buddhist Lion Roar. They froze like a torrent and stopped moving. Finally, they all turned around and rushed out. Only then did the herdsmen feel at ease to pick the wild cow carcasses to store meat in autumn and winter. Hsu Fengnian sent the herdsmen down one after another. During this time, a few cheerful children felt as if they were riding on clouds and mist and laughed happily.
In the end, only the slender and elegant young girl was left. North of Dragon Waist Prefecture was a very cold place. In autumn and winter, the rich people used the fur of marten, fox, rat, and raccoon as their fur coats. The poor people used the fur of cows, horses, pigs, and sheep as their clothes. In spring and summer, they used cloth and silk as their clothes. There was a difference in thickness between the rich and the poor. For example, the young girl in front of him had a narrow left sleeve and wore black leather boots. She could only be considered simple and neat. She could not compare to the silk and embroidered clothes of the maids and concubines of the noble families. However, she was a natural beauty. There was an exquisite Qiang flute tied around her waist. There was no one at the top of the mountain. Hsu Fengnian finally had the mood to look at her carefully. He was not in a hurry to send her into the valley. She blushed from being stared at. She lowered her eyebrows and two fingers quietly twisted the corner of her clothes. Hsu Fengnian smiled. He walked closer and pinched her chin. He tilted it up and forced her to look at him. Hsu Fengnian had seen with his own eyes the Mang cavalry hunting and chasing. He did not intend to get involved in this muddy pond. Beautiful women were a source of trouble. Hsu Fengnian did not have the ability to fool around in Beimang. The sword of emotion hurt people. Wasn't someone as open-minded as Li Chungang also suffering in the same way?
Hsu Fengnian's selfishness in stopping the herd of oxen this time was obvious. He only wanted to leave a good impression on the Dragon Tree Monk, one of the two great saints of the world. If he expected His Royal Highness to help the Buddha to the West and save this group of herdsmen from the abyss of suffering, he really did not have this kind of compassion. Moreover, if they were involved with him, who could have a good ending? Hsu Fengnian picked her up and jumped down. He landed lightly on the ground. After letting her go, he did not say anything. He ignored the grateful herdsmen who were kneeling down and praying. His Qi was continuous like the Kunlun Dragon's Vein. In a flash, he chased after the herd of oxen. After turning the corner, he slowed down and planned to turn back. He thought of a way to practice the Swimming Fish Style on the sixth page of the knife manual.
The Beimang cavalry had not seen the herd of oxen for a long time. Sensing that the situation was out of their expectations, they brandished their swords and rushed into the valley. Hsu Fengnian's hearing was amazing. He frowned slightly and stuck to the dark cliff like a gecko. He originally wanted to chase after the herd of oxen on the top of the mountain. He caught a glimpse of the last rider turning around the corner of the valley. Then he heard a sneer that all men understood. Hsu Fengnian walked along the ridge of the cliff and saw more than thirty riders circling around the girl at the bottom of the valley. Those who were skilled in horsemanship leaned their bodies and reached out to touch the girl's clothes. Xu Fengnian cursed as he fell back into the valley. The arrogant cavalry did not notice that someone had appeared out of nowhere behind him. Xu Fengnian was also too lazy to talk nonsense. He floated forward, one hand grabbing onto the tail of a warhorse. The warhorse that was galloping in circles felt a wave of pain and raised both of its hooves, neighing in pain. The fierce cavalry turned around in surprise, brimming with killing intent. A saber slashed towards this reckless fellow. Xu Fengnian gripped his saber and dragged the cavalry off his horse. He kicked this sturdy warrior away, and his body smashed into the cliff, instantly turning into a pile of meat paste. Xu Fengnian was shocked. When did he reach such a state? The rest of the cavalry were startled. A brave man urged his horse forward. Hsu Fengnian did not move at all. When the horse crashed into him, he pressed one hand on the horse's head. The horse's head exploded into the ground and died on the spot. The back half of the horse's body flipped over. Hsu Fengnian slapped it away with one hand. Together with the dead horse, both the man and the horse were thrown into the cliff. The only difference between their deaths and the former's was that the pile of meat paste was bigger.
The more than thirty cavalrymen no longer cared about teasing the tender meat that was about to enter their mouths. They fled for their lives. Anyone could see that using numbers to crush the enemy was not going to work. Where there's life, there's hope. This principle was simple and plain no matter where it was. Since Hsu Fengnian had started a killing spree, he would not allow the fish that slipped through the net to pass on the information. He leaped up and strolled leisurely around the warhorse. He pushed out his palm, as if he was swatting a fly on the wall. Large scarlet blossoms appeared on the cliff wall of the canyon. Hsu Fengnian indeed could not do what Chen Zhibao did, using a horse to drag Ye Baikui's wife and daughter to death in front of the Western Wall. But when it came to killing some barbarians in Beimang, he still had no scruples. If not for this, Hsu Fengnian admitted that he deserved to die in Beimang!
Even if he had the hereditary title in his hands, what qualifications did he have to fight with Chen Zhibao over Beiliang's military power? Snatching soldiers, snatching food, snatching people's prestige, and snatching the hearts of the army, all of these things had to be done with hands stained with blood, not with talking about benevolence, righteousness, and morality. Spring and Autumn were not righteous wars. How many massacres were there? How many cities were massacred? How many people ate the food cooked by their fathers and mothers? Scholars, aristocrats, powerful officials, and military men, one after another, entered the scene. Even if they died, most of them could be considered to have left a mark or two in the history books. But too many people in the chaotic world who only wanted to be well-fed and well-clothed dogs died. Even their descendants, who were supposed to burn incense during the Qingming Festival, died along with them.
How could he command Beiliang's 300,000 cavalrymen with the benevolence of a woman? Once the Empire's north gate was opened wide and Beimang drove straight down, the first to suffer would be Beiliang's millions of households. Those loyal officials of the Liyang Dynasty who had always been a burden to Beiliang were probably very happy to see this happen, even though they were grieving on the surface.
Hsu Fengnian's face was gloomy. After taking care of more than 30 Beimang cavalrymen, he slowly walked toward the girl.
She was the only girl among the herdsmen who saw him block the herd of bulls with her own eyes. At that time, she believed that he was the greatest hero in the world, like an immortal descending to earth.
But when she saw him killing people, not just bulls, especially when she saw him slowly walking toward her, she subconsciously looked away and took two steps back.
Hsu Fengnian sneered and rushed to the top of the mountain. He had done his duty and no longer cared about the herdsmen's lives. He chased after the powerful herd of bulls.
The girl suddenly realized what she had done. She was so regretful that she wanted to die. She fell to the ground in a daze, her eyes empty.
Hsu Fengnian came to the top of the mountain at the end of the valley and stopped to look into the distance.
Saving one person, killing ten thousand people; killing one person, saving ten thousand people. Which was more important?
Even though Hsu Fengnian believed in Buddhism, he didn't understand and didn't want to know.
He remembered that when he was young, his second sister Xu Weixiong was confused about whether the white horse was a horse or not. The rough Xu Xiao joked that if father sat there and said it was a horse, then it was a horse. Who dared to say it wasn't?
It was this unreasonable Madame Wu who said to His Royal Highness that night that there was no one in the world who deserved to die, especially no commoners who deserved to die. As long as I, Xu Xiao, am alive, Liang Mang will not lose a single commoner.
Hsu Fengnian jumped down the cliff and ran wildly, following the hoofprints to catch up with the herd of bulls.
First, he swam into the lake like a fish, shuttling back and forth freely. Then, he jumped onto the backs of bulls.
He walked on the tide.
Finally, he stood on the back of a bull, standing at the head of the tide.
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