Hsu Fengnian relied on his new Vajra Body to squeeze into the herd, but he still suffered a lot. If he was not careful, he would be hit by the strong bison and kicked around like a ball. With Hsu Fengnian's stubborn character and his reluctance to jump out of the tide, he was washed to the ground several times and was trampled by dozens of bison in an instant. These white-stocked bison easily weighed two to three thousand pounds and could not bear it. Only then did he flip over the bison's hooves and jump onto the back of the bison. Fortunately, he had the protection of the mirage evolved from the Big Yellow Court, or else he would have been in rags. He either lay down or sat on the back of the bison, rested or nurtured his sword, and then looked for his own suffering. He jumped into the narrow gaps of the herd and continued to slide like a fish. At first, he collided with the bison several times and was battered and exhausted. He was so angry that he could not wait to use the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall to smash hundreds of bison. However, he suppressed the irritation in his heart and combined with the Big Yellow Court Heart Sutra, he finally figured out a way to move with the flow. When the herd stopped to rest, he would stay away from the bison, sit alone and concentrate on flying on his sword. Once there was a wolf pack that targeted the calf, Hsu Fengnian did not kill it. Instead, he stomped on the ground and frightened the wild wolves away. After a few days of ups and downs, Hsu Fengnian was full of the smell of bull, as if he had become a member of the herd and was accepted by many bison.
When Hsu Fengnian passed through the entire herd from the end of the herd and finally took the lead to run, the herd actually followed him for more than ten miles.
Seeing a large patch of water grass, Hsu Fengnian lay down on the grass by the lake, panting and feeling satisfied. After obtaining the essence of the Swimming Fish Style on the sixth page of the bladesmanship manual, he realized how short-sighted he was at first. If he merged it with the Rolling Knife Technique, he would be like a fish in water, complementing each other. He turned to look at the Spring Thunder hanging on his waist and said self-mockingly, "Spring Thunder and Xiu Dong are a pair of sisters. After we separated, you were unlucky to follow an idiot like me. Xiu Dong stayed by White Fox's side, so I can't embarrass you too much."
Hsu Fengnian took off his black gown and white coat and put them into the lake to wash, revealing the soft silk precious armor that Jianghu people dreamed of. The soft armor was once pierced by Miss Hehe's hand knife at the chest position. After returning to Beiliang, the Pivotal Pavilion's craftsmen hurriedly repaired it. This secret organization must be busy now with the red armor that had lost its talisman generals. The Beiliang Army's combat power was amazing, and the Pivotal Pavilion, led by the giant of the School of Mo, had made great contributions. The soft armor was woven with twelve sword pouches, which stored the flying swords separately. Before entering Beimang, Hsu Fengnian had reached his limit by riding the flying swords four or five times. After the battle with the Devil Xie Ling, he stayed in the city to watch the Fierce Woman Lotus slowly bloom. He occasionally had an epiphany and opened another acupoint. In the canyon, he fought with the wild bulls and broke through the Juque, opening three new acupoints. Hsu Fengnian spread out his clothes and sat cross-legged on the grass. He rode the nine flying swords in a dazzling manner. This was the reason why it was said that good techniques were beneficial to martial arts. Each flying sword had its own emphasis on the circulation of Qi, thickness, and meridians. It required the sword owner to divide his mind into nine parts. Of course, it was not to say that Hsu Fengnian was only three sword realms away from the previous sword owner, Đồng Thái. Although there was only one word difference between riding a sword and controlling a sword, it was still an insurmountable Heavenly Gate.
The nine flying swords in the air were respectively the Green Plum Blossom with a smooth sword arc, the Bamboo Horse with a segmented bamboo body, the Morning Dew with a dazzling radiance every time the sun shone on it, the Peach Blossom Sword with a pink body, the Emei Sword with a slender black hair without a handle, the smallest but at the same time incomparably sharp Suan Ni, the Vermilion Bird with a scarlet radiance lingering around it, and the last one was the Huang Tong with a wide and thick body. Each of the nine flying swords had its own merits. His childhood sweetheart Chao Lu Chunshui was like the girl next door, nurturing the sword smoothly. Peach Blossom Emei, Vermilion Bird Huang Tong was like a lady from a respectable family, progressing a little slower. The other three were like the beauties that could topple a city, unmoved by force or persuasion. Xu Fengnian also served them diligently every day, but the formation of the embryo was extremely slow. However, that day when the golden blood of the Buddha was mixed in, Emei fell, and the rest of the swords were more or less the same. Only the First Sword of Golden Thread almost instantly formed a sword embryo, which was a great surprise. Regarding the previous swords that were wasted for three days, Xu Fengnian did not feel so distressed anymore. After nurturing the Golden Thread, the golden luster in the blood had completely faded away, which made Xu Fengnian feel relieved. He could not abandon the other eleven swords just to nurture the First Sword of Golden Thread. This was a huge loss, and there was no way he could be so wasteful.
Hsu Fengnian controlled the flying swords to cut the water weeds. He wondered what Đồng Thái would think if he saw this scene. After he was exhausted, Hsu Fengnian put the nine swords back into the sword pouch. He grinned and leaned back, his hands folded behind his head, and closed his eyes, half asleep. Yao Jian had been influenced by the geomancy master Yao Jian, other than knowing some superficial kung fu of tasting earth and water, he also knew a thing or two about dragon veins. Yao Jian once said that the dragons of the world came out of Kunlun. Of the three great dry dragons, one landed in Taian, one came out of Donghai, and one entered Beimang. There was a saying in Qingshui geography that the mountains were old and lifeless, while the young mountains had luck. Therefore, one searched the mountains but not the old, one searched the young mountains. The closer one was to Kunlun, as time passed, the more difficult it would be for a dynasty to be born in the west. Not to mention the imperial court, just in terms of fengshui, when Xu Xiao had stationed troops in Beiliang to confront Beimang, he sent the two great vassal kings of the imperial family, Yan, Chi, and Guangling, to the southeast to be in charge of suppressing the Qi of the dragon. The Son of Heaven, Zhao Family, was not without the hidden selfishness of having outsiders guard the door and courtyard while their own family members looked after the treasures. Among them, because the Guangling Prince and the current Emperor shared the same father and mother, they were able to be stationed in the Donghai region. It could be said that they had put a lot of thought into this. However, when talking about the fate of a dynasty and one's own destiny, there were always too many contradictions. Li Yishan was very resistant to this, and at the same time, Yao Jian was also implicated a few times.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly stood up and put on his clothes. Then, he saw a middle-aged Taoist who did not look like a Taoist priest from the Central Plains. When he saw him, he only glanced at the spring thunder and lost interest. This Taoist priest had slanted eyebrows and a pair of almond-shaped eyes. He wore a short brown robe with a colorful silk belt tied around his waist. On his back, he carried an ancient bronze sword with pine patterns. His appearance was elegant, and he had the demeanor of an immortal. He asked in a southern Beimang accent, "Have you seen an old monk with a bamboo staff?"
Hsu Fengnian calmly shook his head and said, "Master Taoist, I have not seen him."
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