Blue Bird looked around and unexpectedly smiled.
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "Wait for the rain to lessen before you go down the mountain."
Blue Bird made a sound of agreement.
Blue Bird still had to go down the mountain in the end. Hsu Fengnian accompanied her to the Black Tortoise Dangxing memorial arch before turning around.
Returning to the thatched cottage, Hsu Fengnian looked at the muddy vegetable garden and chuckled. "If you hate me, why do you have to write it down? If Second Sister finds out, won't you be looking for a beating again? Girl, you don't remember a good beating. "
Following that, His Royal Highness continued to immerse himself in practicing his blade. However, he began to boldly go to the purple bamboo forest on Big Lotus Peak to look for trouble. It must be known that that was the forbidden area of the founder, Wang Xiaoping. Few of the same generation as this sword maniac on Wudang Mountain dared to disturb him. Only the young martial granduncle would go there to graze or find some suitable slender purple bamboo to make a fishing rod. The first time Hsu Fengnian went to the purple bamboo forest, he was forced out by a sword strike that cut through dozens of purple bamboo trees. The second time, he recklessly took a sword strike and ended up lying on a wooden plank bed for half a month, causing Wudang Mountain to take out a good bottle of high grade pills. When Hsu Fengnian was able to split open a waterfall, he visited the purple bamboo forest again. However, after a sword strike, he was forced to withdraw. He still didn't see the sword maniac's face. However, he didn't immediately fall to the ground and couldn't get up. In any case, he was able to stagger back to the thatched cottage.
Wudang Mountain and Mount Longhu were both of the Cauldron Branch. Not only did they promote the cultivation of the Dragon and Tiger Embryonic Breathing Technique, but they also accepted the external pills that Mount Longhu condemned as heretical. Qingyun Peak had several Qianjun cauldrons. The alchemists were the ones on the mountain who were most willing to endure hardships. Every year, they consumed nearly ten thousand catties of charcoal. Hsu Fengnian once went to Qingyun Peak to observe the Cauldron Opening Ceremony. It was said that apart from the main peak of Lotus Peak, this mountain was the most evil and inviolable. One had to choose an auspicious day to build an altar and burn talismans. The alchemists would kneel at the foot of the peak and pray to the Heavenly Sovereign of the Great Dao. Only after the ceremony did they ascend the mountain. This finally made His Royal Highness understand that cultivating the Dao wasn't easy, and alchemy was even harder. However, this didn't stop Hsu Fengnian from eating pills like a cow chewing on peonies. This made Hong Xixiang, who had finally convinced his third martial brother Song Zhiming to allow His Royal Highness to enter the mountain to watch the alchemy, extremely angry. He had no choice but to throw a flirtatious glance at this heartless blind man.
Eldest Martial Brother had said that young people were easy to communicate with. This was completely unreasonable!
The scent of osmanthus on the mountain was very fragrant.
Other than competing with the waterfall at the foot of the Immortal Hanging Peak, Hsu Fengnian would occasionally go to the Purple Bamboo Forest to fight with Wang Xiaoping. Finally, he was barely able to withstand one sword strike without falling.
Although it was just one sword strike, whether or not Hsu Fengnian fell or not meant that Hsu Fengnian had reached a higher level in his saber practice.
Probably because he suddenly discovered that the number of purple bamboos in the Purple Bamboo Forest had suddenly decreased, the Sword Fanatic's next sword strike was even more unpredictable.
Very few people could have predicted that the notorious His Royal Highness could really stay on Mount Wudang for half a year. Some of the young Taoists who had come into contact with the affairs of the mortal world were guessing whether or not His Royal Highness had hidden a dozen or so beautiful maids on the mountain, or whether or not His Royal Highness was feasting on fish and meat every day. At the same time, the number of times they saw their young Martial Granduncle decreased. Therefore, there were also young Taoists who spread rumors that His Royal Highness was the reincarnation of a devil and needed the reincarnation of Great Emperor Zhenwu's young Martial Granduncle to suppress him.
The bull-riding Hong Xixiang turned a deaf ear to the rumors and did not take the initiative to explain anything. When he met a younger Taoist who was younger than him and asked such questions, he would answer with a smile, "His Royal Highness is reading the 'Cloud Bookcase Seven Lots' and 'Daoist Yi Shu'. He is very attentive."
If it was someone else who said this, naturally no one would be willing to believe it. But when it came from the Martial Granduncle's mouth, it was still doubtful.
Occasionally, a Taoist priest, whose seniority was neither low nor low, would ask with righteous indignation, "Hong Shishu, that person surnamed Xu did not want to be the His Highness the Heir Apparent. Why did he come to Mount Wudang to abuse his power? Who is he practicing his blade for?! "
The young Martial Granduncle laughed and said, "Probably for him to practice his blade for himself. His Royal Highness is born rich and noble, his hobbies will always be different from ordinary people. Uh, he is indeed a bit different."
There would always be people who couldn't help but sneer, "He must have secretly learned our Wudang's secret techniques and practiced his blade so that he can go down the mountain to commit evil!"
At this time, the young Martial Granduncle fell silent.
Today, he had released the green ox and walked alone through the mountain forest towards the Hanging Coffin. He saw a Wudang Mountain's unique autumn cicada fly past his eyes.
Hong Xixiang didn't seem to speed up his pace, but after walking a few steps like a drunkard, he caught up with the autumn cicada and gently pinched it, blocking it just before it crashed into a spider web.
The young Martial Granduncle lowered his head and bent his waist as he walked past the spider web. Only then did he release his two fingers and release the autumn cicada.
Actually, after this cicada evolved from a larva to an adult, its lifespan was at most three months.
But Hong Xixiang still saved it, without any reason. He just did a small thing that couldn't be more natural.
This Martial Granduncle who had been doing small things like this for more than twenty years on the mountain had always been regarded by everyone as the best candidate to comprehend the Way of Heaven. But it seemed that he himself didn't know what the Way of Heaven was, nor did he spend any effort to think deeply. He ate, drank, pooped, herded cows, read books, and enjoyed the scenery.
Hong Xixiang slowly walked out of the thatched hut and saw His Royal Highness picking a cucumber from the vegetable garden and putting it in his mouth to chew on.
Hong Xixiang wanted to steal a cucumber to taste while His Royal Highness wasn't paying attention, but Hsu Fengnian used the Embroidered Winter Scabbard to slap away his claws.
Hong Xixiang who could only crouch on the side and watch curiously asked: "His Royal Highness, is he really willing to part with the red and tender wine face, clear and beautiful singing voice, delicacies and brocade bedding of the prince's estate?"
Hsu Fengnian laughed saying: "If you did this every day for more than ten years, you would also be willing."
Hong Xixiang shook his head saying: "I just can't bear to part with this mountain."
Hsu Fengnian said disdainfully: "You're a coward, these are two different things."
Hong Xixiang pursed his lips, this was the young Martial Granduncle's greatest protest.
Hsu Fengnian said mockingly: "I even dare to go up the mountain to practice the blade, you don't dare to go down the mountain? Are there groups of demons and monsters at the foot of the mountain or are there demons and monsters everywhere? Taking a step back, even if there are, don't we need you Taoists to slay demons and monsters? "
Hong Xixiang still shook his head vigorously.
Hsu Fengnian didn't waste any more saliva, asking: "I'm going to the Purple Bamboo Forest, are you coming with me?"
Hong Xixiang shook his head even more like a rattle-drum, waving his hand saying: "I'm not going, even Senior Brother Wang won't let me go there to graze the cows anymore."
Hsu Fengnian gnawed on a cucumber, carrying the Winter Embroidered Blade as he left the little vegetable garden, saying vaguely: "What's so great about being number one in the world, it's better to be the only one in the world. Everyone is fighting for the title of number one in the world, in the end there's only one person, but the latter is something that everyone has a chance of attaining, this is the way of the heavens. "
Hong Xixiang squatted on the ground, his hands supporting his cheeks as he sank into deep thought. "I understand a little, but I don't understand a little."
Hsu Fengnian who was walking with his back facing Hong Xixiang coldly snorted: "Don't steal cucumbers anymore, I've already counted them, if I find out that you're missing even one, I'll beat you until your three legs are covered in blood, do you understand?"
Hong Xixiang squeezed out a smile saying: "I understand very well!"
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