Hsu Fengnian found a large handful of pebbles at the bottom of the lake, threw them on the ground, and then jumped into the deep, bone-chilling lake. He repeated this process repeatedly, and in half a day, he had found more than forty pebbles. He filtered out half of them and piled them in the cave behind the waterfall. After doing this strange thing, he took his saber and went to the bamboo forest. Although it was called the Purple Bamboo Forest, it was actually mixed with a lot of Phoebe Bamboos and Abacus Bamboos. Tens of thousands of bamboos gathered together to form a sea of bamboos. When the wind blew, the bamboo billowed, full of vitality.
Hsu Fengnian liked to come here to catch some Bamboo Chickens and Zither Playing Frogs to eat. There was no reason for him not to take advantage of the situation. He heard from the bull-rider that when winter came, the winter bamboo shoots here were the most delicious. Hsu Fengnian did not know if he could survive until that day.
Wudang's Number One Idiot lived in a simple bamboo house in the depths of the sea of bamboos. When he practiced his sword, he liked to walk on the waves above the bamboo forest. The power of his sword was like a wave, truly irresistible.
As soon as Hsu Fengnian entered the bamboo forest, he took out the Embroidered Winter, always on guard against that Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping's inexplicable sword.
But today, for some reason, even when Hsu Fengnian saw the bamboo house, Wang Xiaoping still had not made his move.
Hsu Fengnian's clothes were already soaked through. No wonder His Royal Highness was walking on thin ice. That Sword Maniac was a real idiot. He did not care about Beiliang's 300,000 strong cavalry, did not care about the Great Pillar State Xu Xiao, and did not care about the four-character memorial arch at the foot of Mount Wudang. In his heart, there was only the sword. Therefore, every time he only made one move, Hsu Fengnian had to concentrate all his energy and be careful to deal with it.
Wang Xiaoping slowly walked out of the bamboo house and sat on a bamboo chair. He did not carry the Shenshu that was the treasure of the mountain.
Hsu Fengnian returned the Embroidered Winter to its sheath and walked over to sit on the chair opposite Wang Xiaoping. The Sword Maniac who did not carry a sword was just a handsome middle-aged uncle with a stiff expression and plain Taoist robe. Wang Xiaoping became a Wudang Taoist very late. It was rumored that before he came to the mountain, he was a rich man's playboy who did not seek an official career. He was infatuated with beauties and swords. After he was hurt, he regarded beauties as a tiger and wolf. in anger, he spent all his family's wealth and joined Wudang........... of Wudang's Sword, which others could not understand in their lifetime...... it.. But... of Wudang's of of of of, of. of's Wudang.... of Wudang, Wudang, Sword, he.....
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Hsu Fengnian sat there for a few hours. He only saw the number one fool of Wudang Mountain chewing the tea leaves slowly. Compared to the tea of Spring and Summer, autumn tea was slightly older. The taste of the tea was bland. It was the first time he saw a person eating it. Hsu Fengnian listened to the rustling of the bamboo leaves. For some reason, he thought of a bamboo poem that his second sister had written. It described the sound of bamboo as the sound of people's suffering and the sobbing of beauties in their twilight years. At that time, it was very praised by scholars. Now that she had made such a harsh comment in Shangyin Academy, the scholars regretted that they had praised Xu Weixiong. Hsu Fengnian looked around. There was only bamboo. He felt bored. Holding the Embroidered Winter tightly, he got up and left silently.
Wang Xiaoping looked at His Royal Highness's back. He seemed to be hesitating whether or not to make a long sword out of a bamboo.
Hsu Fengnian left the bamboo forest. His clothes were soaked again. The bamboo forest was indeed not a place for people to stay. Xu Fengnian's heart trembled even more when he didn't use his sword.
The osmanthus seeds on the mountain had all fallen.
Hsu Fengnian didn't know how many times he had gone up and down the deep pool at the bottom of Xuanxian Peak. He didn't leave behind any other places on Mount Wudang with water and lakes. He finally found more than four hundred pebbles. They were black and white, and he piled them up in the thatched cottage. His Royal Highness used the Embroidered Winter to chop the waterfall and used the Embroidered Winter to carve stones. There was a sword art in the Qingshui Pavilion Sword Practice Record that was similar to women's embroidery. It was called Fairy Scattering Flowers. It was the most exquisite and mysterious. It was probably comparable to the profound sword art of the Wu family's Sword Tomb. Hsu Fengnian applied this sword art to the tip of the Embroidered Winter. Every stroke and stroke was extremely taxing. At first, he could only carve two or three stones a day. As he got better, he could carve four or five stones a day. When it snowed on the mountain, Hsu Fengnian could close his eyes and carve thirteen or fourteen stones in a day.
Hsu Fengnian counted with his fingers. It was about time to leave Mount Wudang. After all, he still had to go to Jiuhua to ring the bell. For the Beiliang Palace, this was something that could not be changed even by thunder.
For some reason, Hsu Fengnian became more and more indifferent to the matter of Mount Wudang's sect leader Wang Zhonglou transferring his internal energy. He didn't know if it was the bull-riding Hong Xixiang's Way of the Heavens, or Wang Xiaoping's sword and bamboo, or the death pledge in front of Taixu Temple.
Hong Xixiang patiently carved three hundred and sixty-one stones. There were one hundred and eighty-one black stones, and one hundred and eighty white stones. There were nineteen in length and breadth, and nineteen multiplied to three hundred and sixty-one stones.
Imperceptibly, Hsu Fengnian's knife art went from rough to fine.
Occasionally, he would go to the bamboo forest to ask for a beating. He could actually force the sword maniac Wang Xiaoping to use his sword. He had to chop down a dozen purple bamboos before he could chase His Royal Highness out of the bamboo forest. Most recently, probably because he was extremely fed up with the Crown Prince and Xiu Dong, he struck again and again, forcefully cleaving out a large empty space in the northeast corner of the purple bamboo forest.
Outside the bamboo building, Wang Zhonglou sat across from the sword maniac. He chewed on the raw tea leaves and asked with a smile, "How's the guiding of Qi?"
Wang Xiaoping, who had only spoken in front of Taixu Temple, nodded.
Wang Zhonglou said, "Every time you strike with your sword, you chase Hsu Fengnian's knife art and Qi to one place. The 'Green Water Pavilion' is hidden in the dark, concealing the sword formula. You can clear your mind and guide it. I never thought that Hsu Fengnian would use his knife art to carve the chess pieces. He accidentally obtained the essence of the 'Jiazi Sword Practice Manual'. Moreover, he learned the Tortoise Breathing Technique from an unknown master. He practiced his knife art at the bottom of the deep pool at the foot of the peak. It's different from my Mount Wudang's mantra. I originally thought that my Great Yellow Courtyard would at most give this His Royal Highness thirty to forty percent. Now, it seems that even fifty to sixty percent is not impossible."
The sword maniac's face was filled with anger. The peach wood sword Shentu, which had been placed horizontally on the bamboo table, jumped up without warning.
Wang Zhonglou stretched out his hand and lightly brushed the table. The ancient sword Shentu returned to silence. He smiled and said, "Idiot, with your impetuous temperament, how can you help Wudang surpass the foundation of the Wu family's Sword Tomb that has been accumulated for more than ten generations?"
Wang Xiaoping smiled. He picked up a handful of emerald green tea leaves from the bamboo basin and chewed them in large mouthfuls.
Wang Zhonglou joked, "Do you really have the heart to let your Little Shidi carry the Heavenly Dao of martial arts alone? In the end, Xixiang is only a young man who hasn't even reached thirty. Aren't you afraid of tiring him out? Among us seniors who only have age but not comprehension, you are the closest to the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, don't look at your unpleasant expression when you talk about Xixiang. I know that among the seniors, you think the most highly of this Little Shidi. Therefore, when His Royal Highness leaves the mountain, you have to be more diligent. Carry the burden and learn from Wu Liuding of the Wu family's Sword Tomb. Walk around the East China Sea, the South China Sea, Beiliang and the Western Barbarians. Walk around and maybe your Sword Dao will be completed. Sitting down and discussing the Dao is not a good way to put it. "
Wudang's number one idiot nodded.
His gaze was lonely as he looked at this senior apprentice-brother who spoke so casually.
Wang Zhonglou saw this gaze and laughed heartily, "It's just a small Yellow Court. Compared to Wudang's thousand year plan, what is it?"
Sword maniac Wang Xiaoping shook his head. He probably wanted to say that this Yellow Court was "not small".
Wang Zhonglou ignored this and chuckled, "I had Xixiang secretly hide a few chess pieces. At this time, His Royal Highness probably couldn't find our Little Shidi. He can only bitterly go to the bottom of the pond to look for stones. I have to hurry. "
The sword maniac subconsciously reached out to grab the peach wood sword.
The Wudang sect leader shook his head. He slowly got up and walked out of the purple bamboo forest.
Wang Xiaoping sat in front of the bamboo building in a daze. He turned around and slashed down the bamboo building.
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