The Taoist narrowed his eyes and continued to ask, "You seem to have mastered the superior Taoist Breathing Technique. May I ask which Taoist Zhenren taught you?"
Hsu Fengnian, who had already concealed his Qi, pretended to be angry and said, "No comment."
The middle-aged Taoist smiled but his smile was cold, "Oh? Then you must be a spy from Beiliang. "
In Northern Mang, Daoism was the state religion. Daoist Master Qilin of the Tao Dao Sect was a state teacher whose status was so high that it could reach the Nine Heavens. The Great Daoist Master had six outstanding disciples, and he was also regarded by Northern Mang as an immortal who had attained the Dao and could move the clouds and summon the rain. Before the Empress ascended the throne in Beimang, Taoism was not prominent and Buddhism was prosperous. Since Taoist Qilin was given the title of national teacher, he was called the Emperor's Yellow Paper Imperial Edict. Three hundred and sixteen people bowed to him together. Because of this, Buddhism gradually became silent. Taoist temples of all sizes in Beimang's imperial city sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain. Hundreds of Taoists from Tao Te Sect rose to the heavens. Most of them had a meteoric rise and were treated as distinguished guests by high-ranking officials and nobles.
Hsu Fengnian was surprised, "Are you an immortal from Tao Te Sect? I often heard about the miracles of Tao Te Sect's Taoist Qilin in Gu Sai State. Are they all fake? "
The Taoist with a sword on his back sneered, "Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all living things. When have they ever treated everyone equally? I know that I have no hope of attaining Dao. What I do in the dynasty is to kill evil with one sword. "
Hsu Fengnian seemed to be forced by the situation and had no choice but to lower his head. He said helplessly, "I did see an old monk heading north. He even asked me for half a bag of water to drink. The old monk said that he came from Two Zen Temples and was going to Qilin Temple to discuss Buddhism with the national teacher."
The almond-eyed Taoist heard every word and snorted coldly before drifting away.
Xu Fengnian waited until the figure of the Daoist disappeared and confirmed that there was no doubt that he did not turn back to hide. Only then did he let the Qi in his body rise spontaneously, contracting and expanding. The surface of the small lake beside him suddenly broke and ripples suddenly appeared. Hsu Fengnian had been like a fish swimming in a herd of cows for the past few days. He knew that he had reached the initial stage of Vajra Realm and was not surprised. Below the second level, one's realm was judged by the amount of armor breaking. It was already a great fortune for martial artists in the world to reach the second level. It was enough to be called an outstanding martial artist. They were scattered all over the world and were regarded as unattainable masters by ordinary people. However, only after entering the first level, did they know that the past was only a small part of the picture. After the picture of a thousand miles was spread out, it was a truly beautiful scene. Just like how Xu Fengnian was riding a flying sword now, he wasn't only able to see where the flying sword ended up, he was also able to vaguely see the trajectory of the flying sword. Xu Fengnian guessed that once he reached the Profound Finger Realm, he would be able to predict the trajectory of the flying sword in the next moment. As for the Lawful Embodiment of Heaven and Earth of the first grade Celestial Phenomenon Realm, Xu Fengnian had no way to predict the profoundness and profoundness of it. Hsu Fengnian looked at the lake that was gradually calming down and muttered to himself, "Food should be eaten one bite at a time. A woman's clothes should be taken off one piece at a time. What Wen Hua said is always very reasonable."
Since he had comprehended the Swimming Fish Style, Hsu Fengnian did not disturb the herd of cows. He rested for a day and a night by the lake. While the iron was hot, he struck the iron while it was hot to control the golden thread alone.
The Great Tao was ethereal and difficult to find. Even the Sages had to say that it was impossible to float on the sea on a boat. Swordsmanship was the same. The Wu family's Sword Tomb was unconventional and sought the Tao with skills. They did not pursue the abstruse artistic conception of breathing Qi into swords. Instead, they diligently climbed to the peak of swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Raising swords was one of the unique side doors. Hsu Fengnian had profited from a disaster outside the Martial Emperor City and obtained the Twelve Flying Swords. He raised twelve swords at the same time like a madman and never got tired of it. It could not be regarded as a reckless waste of God's gifts and worthy of the new Sword God uncle's kindness of giving him the swords. As for when he could ride the sword and take the head, Hsu Fengnian had nothing to do and was secretly happy for a while. He did not dare to have extravagant hopes of accomplishing it in one go. The old abbot, the Holy Monk Longshu, praised him for his extraordinary talent. Hsu Fengnian did not belittle himself nor did he dare to be arrogant. He just laughed it off because there was no reason for His Royal Highness to be arrogant and conceited in front of Li Chungang and Bai Hu 'er's beautiful faces.
Hsu Fengnian walked slowly along the lake. The Qi in his body was complicated at first, circulating according to the Sword Qi rolling on the Dragon Wall. When he first entered Vajra, he returned to simplicity and began to circulate the Qi in his body like a swimming fish. He did not know how long he had walked, but suddenly he heard the melodious sound of a Qiang flute.
Looking up, he saw a group of herdsmen building black and white tents and large and small yurts in the distance. Every time the snow and ice melted, the herdsmen of the grassland would drive their carts and oxcarts to find new pastures for their livestock. It was currently April and August, and the weather was warm and the water was lush. It was the golden season for herding. However, the life of a herdsmen without a fixed residence was not as free as one might imagine. When the tribes of the grassland of Beimang migrated, they had to follow the rules set by the Shiti and set up camp in the grassland. Although the grassland was large, the grazing land was almost completely encircled by the Shiti. These Shiti were the noblest and most powerful, occupying vast areas. Only a few herdsmen who had saved the lives of the descendants of the Beimang kings had the right to freely set up camp. Generally speaking, even if the grass was dry, the Shiti would not allow the herdsmen of the neighboring tribes to enter their territory to seek refuge and protect their livestock. Therefore, the grassland was perennially embroiled in internal strife. Even though the grassland was also part of the royal family, there would still be a lot of bloodshed. It was only after the Empress of Beimang ascended the throne and worked hard to suppress the Shiti of Yelu and Murong that the situation improved slightly.
Hsu Fengnian followed the melodious sound of the Qiang flute and saw a graceful figure playing the flute in front of the lake. She puffed up her cheeks and took a breath before playing the flute solo. It was melancholy. Hsu Fengnian was proficient in music, but he did not know much about the Qiang flute. There were a few high-quality Qiang flutes made from Xishu Min bamboo in the manor. In Wutong Garden, only the head maidservant, Sweet Potato, was proficient in this. Hsu Fengnian stopped and listened for a long time. He felt a little melancholy. These past few nights when it was quiet, he did miss the scene of him sleeping peacefully on Sweet Potato's thigh. The elasticity of those beautiful legs, tsk tsk. Hsu Fengnian hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and silently recited the mantra to clear his mind. He did not know that it would have been better if he had not recited it. If he deliberately wanted to have a pure and innocent state of mind, the Qi in his body would overturn rivers and seas. Once he stepped into Vajra, the title of Golden Chamber of the Great Yellow Court would be dispensable. For a moment, His Royal Highness felt like a lecher returning to his old ways.
Hsu Fengnian felt a headache coming on. There were two paths in front of him. He could either be a beast that dragged a woman into the fields, or he could be a fool who scrupulously followed etiquette and was worse than a beast.
His Royal Highness and his crotch were both very melancholy.
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