Taoist Luo opened his eyes early in the morning, but did not find his sleepy disciple. It was strange that this little brat was so angry even when he woke up. He got up and looked over, only to find his disciple holding a tree branch and messing around by the river. Messing around? Taoist Luo quickly changed his mind and walked over with his hands behind his back. He saw his disciple with a good foundation holding a tree branch in his hand. Every time he condensed his Qi, his movements were smooth like a dragon or a snake. Taoist Luo's eyes widened. Could this brat really be so talented that he could comprehend swordsmanship by looking at the water and learn it by himself? But Taoist Luo remembered that he did not teach him swordsmanship at all. It was not because he was afraid that teaching his disciple would starve his master, but because Taoist Luo knew nothing about swordsmanship! Taoist Luo did not see Young Master Xu's figure. He waited until his disciple stopped, sweating profusely. Then he asked as if he had seen a ghost, "How did you learn swordsmanship?"
This piece of charcoal snorted and brandished his sword with a withered branch. He grinned and said, "Young Master Xu praised my constitution and taught me this sword move. I'm thinking that when we return to Yan Yang Monastery, Senior Martial Brother Qing Yan won't be my match."
Speaking of that old man who relied on his strength and age and his master who was from the same sect as the Temple Dean, the child was especially vengeful. He always wanted to beat him up after he learned some peerless martial arts. Taoist Luo frowned and asked, "That Young Master Xu also knows swordsmanship?"
The child shook his head and said, "I don't think so. Before he taught me this move last night, he said that he read it from an ancient manual with a missing page. I think he thought that he could not learn it, so he taught it to me. When I become a top swordsman in the future, he will be proud."
The child remembered something and ran to the river bank. He picked up two pairs of straw sandals and said with a smile, "Master, he gave this to us. Before he left, he asked me to pass a message to you. He said that he liked your poem and that it was the words of a benevolent person. He also said that the sword moves the mountains to restore peace. In the end, he said that he had memorized all thirty-two poems and that he would read them to his second sister when he returned. Anyway, that fellow nagged on and on, but that was all I could remember. Heh, later on, I was too preoccupied with practicing my sword and forgot some. Anyway, I didn't really understand. "
The old Taoist pretended that he was about to hit, but how could the child be afraid of this kind of bravado that he had seen for many years? He held the branch like a sword and pushed the straw sandals towards his master's arms. He said flatteringly, "I'll go back to the book box. Master, remember, I will be a swordsman in the future. Just wait for my sword to move the mountains! "
Daoist Luo smiled helplessly. "Brat, remember my kindness!"
The child dashed forward, his laughter crisp and clear. "I know!"
Daoist Luo lowered his head and looked at the straw sandals in his hands. He shook his head and sighed. "When we went to bed, we parted ways with the sandals. Who knew that we would never meet again after we closed our eyes."
Hsu Fengnian walked alone on the shore of the Ruo River. He wore a green python robe and a red robe floated leisurely. Otherworldly items naturally liked water and hated fire. When the otherworldly item's Yuanying saw water, they would be happy. From time to time, their heads would float to the surface of the water with a fish in their mouths. They would face Hsu Fengnian on the shore with their mouths full of blood. Hsu Fengnian was too lazy to care about them. Of course, that pair of master and disciple didn't know that if it wasn't for him secretly stopping them when they were crossing the river, the man holding the sheepskin raft would have been dragged into the water and become the otherworldly item's meal. It wasn't wrong for the child to treat him as a water ghost. The sword technique that Hsu Fengnian taught the child that night was the majestic Opening Shu Style. However, with the master and disciple's background, even if the child practiced the sword every day, he wouldn't be able to grasp half of the essence of that sword technique. Since ancient times, it was hard to find a good master, and even harder to find a wise master. There was a huge gap between the fourth grade of Martial Master and the second grade of Master. The first grade was as high as Wei Tian Men. Daoist Luo could be considered as someone who was determined. He was also a supervisor of the Taoist temple. He spent his whole life tirelessly searching for the Art of Immortality. However, even now, he hadn't completed half of the twelve floors of the Taoist temple. This was the real Jianghu. Some people were so poor that they couldn't even touch a single coin. Some people were so rich that they couldn't even look at a mountain of gold.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly stopped and squatted on the ground. He took out the things in the book box to bask in the sun. It was like exchanging a Nanzhao Sword for the Spring and Autumn Sword from the Western Shu Orphan. Hsu Fengnian could only use 50% to 60% of the Sword Qi. That time when they met in a narrow alley in the rain, he almost died under the wild beat of the blind female zither player. The black box containing the three ancient swords of the Great Qin Dynasty was flipped over the dragon wall into the mausoleum of the Emperor Qin. That white robe.
A spring thunder. Did the face of the white fox climb the stairs?
A saber manual, stopped at the knot of black hair.
The soft armor on his body that he couldn't take off during his last two travels. Twelve flying swords, the sword embryo of the Dewdrop Golden Thread Tai-Ah Sword was completed.
A pair of straw sandals that he didn't know if he could give away. This work was learned from Old Huang. He remembered the first time the old man with missing front teeth handed over a pair of straw sandals. Hsu Fengnian stomped his feet and cursed. Were these considered shoes? Later, he felt that straw sandals were better than walking barefoot. He got used to wearing them. That time when he just returned to Beiliang Palace and put on the comfortable jade shoes again, he was actually not used to it.
As the heir of a feudal lord, he could get a lot of rare things for no reason. However, Hsu Fengnian also unknowingly risked his life to get some things. At the same time, as time passed, he lost a lot of things that couldn't be retained no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't talk about how many hardships he had suffered. If he talked about it, people would only think that he was greedy and didn't know how to be content. It was like he was talking to a hungry man about meat and greasy food. Therefore, he could only say that he enjoyed a lot of luck when he met people.
Hsu Fengnian put the books back into the box one by one.
The Nascent Soul of the otherworldly item came to the shore and looked at this guy with pity.
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Under Xu Xiao's personal supervision, the Liyang Dynasty had once built an unprecedentedly huge posthouse network. The posthouse was the point, and the posthouse was the line. The line was supplemented by beacons, military towns, and Wu Castle. It was a piece of land that looked daunting. Today, the eastern border of Liyang Dynasty almost completely copied the original framework. Beimang, which had absorbed a large number of people from the Central Plains, also spared no effort to engrave the proven effective war framework. Among them, there were a total of a hundred beacon towers in Jiayu County of Longyao Province, where Mao Long was located. They were distributed according to three lines, one for every ten miles. They were continuous and connected to each other. Every time there was a war, the smoke would rise one after another. The Empress once patrolled the border at night. When she felt like it, she climbed the beacon tower and lit the four torches herself. The next moment, the whole province was ablaze with lights. The three beacon towers were like three fire dragons. That night, when they found out that a beacon tower was negligent, nine people, including the commander and deputy commander, were beheaded on the spot. The commander of the beacon tower was demoted to an ordinary beacon tower, and he would never be promoted again.
Beimang had a few courier routes that were only used by the military. Once, there was a powerful imperial relative who privately owned salt and iron. He collided with a group of cavalry from the Southern Dynasties in Longyao Province and was killed. The news was somehow leaked. When the Empress killed this nephew of hers, she said that smuggling salt and iron didn't have to die, but riding a horse on the courier route deserved to die twice. Then, this person's young legitimate son was dragged out of his home and hanged to death. From then on, there were no more miscellaneous people passing through these courier routes.
The courier route leading to the military town of Li Gu was already full of frightened birds. The 4,000 cavalrymen galloped all the way, destroying all the courier stations and beacon towers without exception. Everyone knew that the 6,000 soldiers defending Li Gu were like turtles in a jar. They didn't dare to retreat or fight. Tiazhu and Gentleman's Hall were examples of what happened to them. Tiazhu took the initiative to attack. Before Li Gu reached Maolong, they had no choice but to take on the cruel mission of sacrificing their lives to wear down the lone army. They could only pray that the great generals of the Southern Dynasties could quickly come up with a countermeasure. After two battles, the once arrogant Southern Dynasties no longer had any military towns that could match the strength of the elite troops of Beiliang. Li Gu was facing a disaster, and everyone was in a state of panic. In addition, the city was sealed. Many of the descendants of the noble families who couldn't leave the city either hugged their heads and cried bitterly. Because of the martial law, the people who were kept in the dark were not as disheartened as the well-informed nobles and gentry. Li Gu was uncomfortable, and Maolong was also grieving for the death of the rabbit. Many families in the city took advantage of the fact that the city had not been sealed and fled north with their families. It was like the scene of the scholars fleeing north in the Spring and Autumn Period. It was all because of the Beiliang army and the butchers!
Maolong's Ladder Mountain Beacon Tower.
Built on the peak of a hill, it was sturdy and rammed with thick red willow branches. The tower was tall and large. Because this mountain was close to the important border town of Maolong, the Ladder Mountain Beacon Tower was equipped with an extra three men. There were 12 men in one tower. In the past few years, the Beiliang of the various provinces didn't care about the Northern Dynasties and only used people from the Northern Dynasties. People from the Southern Dynasties were not allowed to be the Beiliang. It was only in the recent two years that they were allowed to enter the Beiliang. Then, the two sides quickly became equal. Many people complained about this. The twelve men in the Ladder Mountain Beacon Tower were evenly split between the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Two of the three men were from the Southern Dynasties, and the other one was a rough man. He couldn't compete with the other two and was pushed aside. This made the Mang Beiliang Beiliang very embarrassed. He was getting worse and worse. Previously, he dared to secretly drink a few mouthfuls of wine. Now that he was caught, he was whipped.
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