Hsu Fengnian told the bull-rider to shut his mouth. He was just about to have this fellow go to the thatched cottage and bring some paper over. His experience on the mountain required him to write a letter to Xu Xiao. If the golden Princess Sui Zhu had come to Beiliang and Wudang out of childishness, then there was no need to be overly concerned. It was just a matter of old enmity adding to new hatred. Hsu Fengnian had plenty of lice and was not afraid of an itch. In any case, he most likely would not go to that majestic and imposing capital city in his lifetime. But if it was someone or a small group of people who instigated it, then he could not let his guard down. Don't look at how Xu Xiao was an extremely high official with boundless glory. Who knows when dark clouds would descend on the city? When dealing with people, there were two kinds of people most afraid. One was extremely intelligent, and the other was self-righteous idiots. And in Beiliang, these two kinds of people were the most common.
Hsu Fengnian was just about to order this Martial Granduncle of his, when a strange phenomenon occurred.
The huge waterfall that was cascading downwards suddenly exploded!
The waves were like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins. Hsu Fengnian and Hong Xixiang both became drowned rats. Hsu Fengnian did not care about this splash of water. He stared fixedly at the scene on the huge rock in the middle of the White Elephant Pond outside the waterfall. In the blink of an eye, he could vaguely see the Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping, whose seniority in Wudang was as high as the Sect Leader. He stood proudly, the peach wood sword in his hand pointed straight into the cave. This sword was incomparably domineering, giving His Royal Highness a show of strength. Wang Xiaoping, who had been silent for more than ten years, really did not say anything. He floated away, coming and going in an unrestrained manner. Just like Hsu Fengnian when he was traveling in exile, he probably liked this kind of young chivalrous hero. His nose was up in the sky, arrogant beyond belief. Even when crossing a river, he did not want to sit on a small boat and instead wanted to float on the water. The problem was, if you float, you can float, but don't splash the water and let the common people on the boat be covered in water. If His Royal Highness were to bump into them, not to mention cheering and rewarding them, he would definitely drag these bastards out and beat them up. He would soak them in water for a few months and see if they still dared to show off in the future.
The baffled Hsu Fengnian glared at Hong Shixiang who was implicated. The latter said innocently, "Junior Brother Wang was born in the year of the ox, that's why he has such a stubborn temper. He used to practice his sword here, so he's probably a little annoyed. His Royal Highness was magnanimous enough to not lower himself to Senior Brother Wang's level. His Royal Highness will become the Number One Saber Master in the future, and he will become the Number One Saber Master in the World. He will become a legend in Wudang. "
Hsu Fengnian ordered unhappily, "Go to the hut and get me some paper and ink."
Hong Shixiang eagerly ran off to carry the things.
Hsu Fengnian opened the food box. He had just picked up the bowl and was about to use the chopsticks to pick up a mouthful of dried bamboo shoots and vegetables when he spat out a mouthful of blood into the bowl. The red and white mixed together. Hsu Fengnian exhaled a long breath. Wudang's medicinal pills were indeed extraordinary. After spitting out the blood, his Qi and meridians were much more comfortable. Hsu Fengnian expressionlessly swallowed the bowl of rice, chewing it carefully and swallowing it slowly. After finishing the bowl, what he ate was not the food that Hong Shixiang brought, but Jiang Ni, who had never set foot on the Hanging Immortal Cliff before. In her hand was an ancient inkstone and several pieces of green sandalwood paper. The origin of the palm-sized ancient inkstone was frightening. In West Chu, there was a man who did not love the country nor did he love beauties, but only loved brush and ink. He was Jiang Ni's Imperial Uncle. This ancient inkstone was ranked second among the ancient inkstones in the world by him. It was the best quality fire clay inkstone. Its quality was outstanding. It was warm in the winter but did not freeze, cool in the summer but did not wither. It could accumulate for several years without rotting. Even though Jiang Ni was a country's Imperial Uncle, he was still reluctant to use it. When it fell into Hsu Fengnian's hands, he would use it every ten days.
Seeing Ginger Mud, Hsu Fengnian still had her grind the ancient inkstone. He picked out the best Guandong Liaowei, and waited patiently for the ink to become uniform under Princess Taiping's delicate hands, until it glowed with the unique reddish hue of clay. Only then did he pick up the brush and start writing. Today, after meeting with Princess Sui Zhu, he wrote down everything, no matter how big or small. Hsu Fengnian's Xiaojie was the most outstanding. The ancients said that learning to read a book must be done first to learn the Regular Script. The Big Script was based on the facial bones and willow tendons. The Regular Script was based on the Ouyang Script. Finally, it was reduced to the Mosquito Regular Script, imitating the Zhong Wang. This was an ancient teaching. Most of the scholars in the world followed this order step by step. However, under Li Yishan's guidance, Hsu Fengnian did the opposite. Learning Xiaojie, he followed the Xiaozhuan ancient script. If he could not write Xiaojie well, he was not allowed to touch other things. As soon as he was discovered, he would be beaten with a green gourd wine pot. Among the contemporary calligraphers, only an old monk from the Two Zen Temples, who was addicted to wine as if it was his life, could enter Li Yishan's discerning eyes. He was said to be 'When this monk is drunk, there is only Vajra's glaring eyes, there is absolutely no Bodhisattva's lowering eyebrows'. Therefore, his Royal Highness calligraphy carried a rare charm, full of murderous aura.
Speaking of which, of Xu Xiao's two daughters and two sons, only Hsu Fengnian's calligraphy was presentable. Needless to say, Xu Longxiang did not know a single word of Douda. Xu Zhihu could be considered mediocre. Even the amazingly talented Xu Weixiong was pitiful. His poetry and literature could be said to be the best in the world. Only this word, even Xu Xiao could not be thick-skinned enough to say that it was good. Xu Weixiong's letters back home to Beiliang were few and far between. Perhaps this was the reason.
Hsu Fengnian blew dry the last few drops of ink and folded the letter. Who would deliver the letter became a problem. He did not want this secret letter to fall into the hands of a Wudang Taoist priest. But the people of Beiliang Palace next to him were the last of the imperial bloodline of West Chu. Not to mention the distance between him and the trusted direct line of descent, his thin and weak body was also not suitable to deliver a letter. It was hard to guarantee that there were no deranged death warriors or assassins waiting around Wudang endlessly. The Beiliang soldiers at the foot of the mountain were 'escorting' Princess Sui Zhu and the other three people away. Could it be that he had to call several Wudang masters to make a trip there? Hsu Fengnian lamented. Fine, he used his final trump card. He went out and chopped a small section of green bamboo with embroidery and stuffed the letter into it. He put two fingers to his mouth and whistled, summoning the blue and white luan from the top of Wudang Mountain. He tied a piece of cloth to its claws and the six-year-old phoenix flapped its wings and flew away, disappearing in an instant.
Hsu Fengnian came to the edge of the White Elephant Pond and looked at the sparkling water in the pond. He also looked at the breathtaking huge rock that looked like a dragon's horn.
Jiang Ni, who had been standing behind Hsu Fengnian all this time, said firmly, "I want to go down the mountain."
Hsu Fengnian frowned and said, "You don't even want to take care of the vegetable garden? Are you going to let that little garden be abandoned? "
She repeated in an old-fashioned manner, "I want to go down the mountain!"
Hsu Fengnian said angrily, "Let's make this clear first. The moment you go down the mountain, I'll flatten it."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ni was not moved at all. "Up to you."
Hsu Fengnian was completely at his wit's end. His heart was moved. He laughed and said, "If you want to go down the mountain, then go down the mountain. Your feet are on your body. I can't tie you up. But before you go down the mountain, come with me to do something. In return, I'll give you the fire clay inkstone in your hand. How about it? "
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