(Not included in the update on the 28th.)
The heavy snow in Jiangnan finally subsided. The two carriages slowly traveled on the road. Along the way, many willows on the side of the road could not bear the heavy weight and were crushed by the snow. After entering Jiangnan, even Wu, a young man with a lively personality, gradually became indifferent. According to the geographical map, the city ahead was already more than eight hundred li away from the capital. Everyone knew what this meant. At dusk, the carriages that had not encountered a resting place since the early morning stopped at a rather brand-new large temple. Despite the frigid weather, there was still an endless stream of pilgrims. The people in the carriage wanted to ask for a vegetarian meal to fill their stomachs. After getting off the carriage and seeing the plaque, a middle-aged Taoist with three long swords on his back suddenly smiled knowingly. Dragon Tiger Mountain and Wudang Mountain, in the battle for the ancestral court of Taoism, the latter was undoubtedly at a disadvantage. Who would have thought that in Jiangnan, there would be a Taoist temple dedicated to Zhenwu the Great Emperor? After entering the temple and taking a seat, perhaps because the Taoist in the temple saw that the guests were wearing Wudang Taoist robes and had an extraordinary bearing, it quickly alerted an elderly Taoist with an extraordinary position in the Zhen Wu Temple. He personally received this group of guests. After asking, he found out that Wang Xiaoping, one of the most senior Taoists of Wudang Mountain, had personally come. After the initial shock, his entire face bloomed with a smile, and he repeatedly said that he was honored by her presence. Although Dragon Tiger Mountain suppressed the world's famous caves, relying on the fact that it had the same surname as the Son of Heaven as well as the foundation of a few Feather Minister to create momentum, in the eyes of the secular world, the approachable Wudang Mountain, especially the few Taoists on Big Lotus Peak who did not easily leave the mountain, also had the air of an enlightened immortal. Wang Xiaoping's travels in Jianghu with the Shen Tu Talisman Sword in his hand, beheading countless demons and monsters along the way, had long been widely spread in Jianghu. When Hsu Fengnian and the others were eating, they chatted with the Taoist priest and found out that this Zhen Wu Temple was destroyed during the Spring and Autumn War. Afterwards, the local rich and powerful men spent several tens of thousands of taels of fine silver to build it. It occupied an area of eight mu, which was actually against the law. However, the Shen Wu City had received a lot of incense from the old Zhen Wu Temple, so the parents and government officials were happy to see it happen, therefore, they turned a blind eye to it.
After the vegetarian meal, the old Taoist priest personally led the group of outsiders to the Zhen Wu Temple. There were side halls on the east and west sides. In the main hall, Zhen Wu Great Emperor was standing on a turtle and a snake. On both sides of the walls were pictures of clouds. Before Hsu Fengnian entered the hall, he wanted to do as the Romans did and burn a stick of incense. However, he was stopped by Wang Xiaoping. The old Taoist priest glanced at him and did not think too much about it. Hsu Fengnian stood in front of the futon and thought about the time when the four of them went to Wu Dang. His eldest sister was wandering around while his second sister pulled him to the back of Zhen Wu's statue. He saw with his own eyes that she used a dagger in her sleeve to carve a line of small words, "Banish to the Three Thousand Miles". At that time, he was still a child and only felt that his second sister was so rebellious that he wanted to vent his anger. Hsu Fengnian looked up at the statue and exhaled a long breath. It was the first time the old Taoist priest had seen such a young and white-haired pilgrim. For some reason, all the pilgrims were gathered outside. At this moment, the main hall was strangely quiet. The young masters in front of him had a head full of snow, wearing white clothes and shoes. Under the contrast, the main hall was like a god in a trance. It was as if the statue of Zhen Wu Great Emperor had some indescribable immortal aura. The weathered Taoist priest, who had always been curious about the Wudang Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping, could not help but feel strange.
Hsu Fengnian, Mount Hui purple-clothed Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Wang Xiaoping with three swords on her back, Blue Bird with her Instant Spear quietly hidden under the carriage as a shaft, Wu the young man, and Liu Wenbao, who was full of passion and wanted to go to Beiliang to fulfill his ambitions. These six people walked out of the Zhenwu Temple filled with incense and walked towards the carriage. Before entering the carriage, Hsu Fengnian suddenly said to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, "Stop here. Master Liu Hao is secretly moving to the capital from the south to the descendants of the Liu family. Go and kill as many as you can, but don't force yourself too much. It's best if you don't reveal your identity. Also, don't wear purple-clothed clothes. After all, your base is still in Mount Hui within the Guangling Dao's territory."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at him coldly. His limpid eyes were filled with undisguised anger.
Hsu Fengnian did not take it seriously. "Since you've decided not to do anything, then let's part ways for now. It's better than distracting me when the time comes."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered and asked straightforwardly, "Are you holding a grudge against me for not helping you stop Han Diaosi? Or are you afraid that I'll turn around and stab you in the back? "
Hsu Fengnian glanced at him indifferently. "Both."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng glared at Hsu Fengnian and said "good" three times in a row before leaving.
Hsu Fengnian looked at Blue Bird and asked gently, "Is everything arranged?"
She nodded slightly. Hsu Fengnian lowered his head and bent his waist before entering the carriage and sitting cross-legged against the wall. Lu Qiu 'er had followed him like a shadow on both occasions. Naturally, this damn fatty was not following him around to eat his dust or watch His Royal Highness make a fool of himself. The old troops of Beiliang were scattered all over the place. The battle of Iron Gate was enough to show Poison Warrior Li Yishan's generosity. Moreover, there were more similar arrangements that were not limited to one place or one time. Most of these brave old generals and soldiers had indeed left the army for various reasons. However, many of the elites had chosen to lay low and hide in the court and the marketplace. Beiliang had now completely torn off its last layer of face with the Emperor. Since Hsu Fengnian was certain to become the next King of Beiliang, it was time for these chess pieces to be pulled out and move closer to the barren land of Beiliang. All of this was carried out in an orderly manner according to one of Li Yishan's tricks. However, there was one hidden force that had gathered to specifically target Han Diaosi!
One group of light cavalry had six hundred men.
The other group of heavy cavalry had three hundred men.
One mountain of bandits had two hundred desperadoes. They had the smallest number, but their fighting power was the strongest. This was because the Beiliang had recruited and raised nearly eighty men from Jianghu.
Aside from the last group of hidden forces that had tried to kill Han Diaosi, the first two groups had moved out in an emergency, which did not comply with military law. After they had completely surfaced, the local authorities were caught off guard. The provincial and county officials were all dumbfounded and did not dare to act blindly without thinking. They could only pass on military intelligence through the courier at top speed. They were all like ants on a hot pan, afraid that if such a large number of elite soldiers collectively rebelled, it would cause them to lose their official status. In contrast, in the capital, Song Tanglu, the Head Eunuch of the Internal Officials Directorate, had suddenly become the head of the Ceremony Directorate. The number one eunuch in the world, Han Diaosi, had died of old age in the palace for no reason. To the local officials, this was a shocking news that was far away on the horizon. After the huge ripples had died down layer by layer, it did not affect the local government at all.
For the first time, Wang Xiaoping sat in Hsu Fengnian's carriage. She asked, "Are you really going to use hundreds or even thousands of lives to fill that bottomless hole?"
Hsu Fengnian calmly said, "There's no other way. As long as Han Diaosi is alive, I won't be at peace. Since he dares to openly intercept me, of course I have to do my best to teach him a lesson."
Wang Xiaoping said no more. Her expression was not very good.
Hsu Fengnian placed the Beiliang knife that had accompanied Xu Xiao his entire life on the battlefield on his knee. He said quietly, "Since I've already come this far, there's no turning back. I won't say nonsense like merciful people don't command troops, but I really don't have the energy to tangle with people outside of Beiliang. I might as well do it cleanly, just like the scene outside the curtain. It's a vast expanse of whiteness. Those who want to die, go die. Those who don't deserve to die, try to survive. "
Hsu Fengnian muttered to himself, "Xu Xiao said that unless it was absolutely necessary, Beiliang's 300,000 Iron Cavalry would not step on the Central Plains. Otherwise, in the past 20 years, if Beiliang had attached itself to Beimang and raised its troops together to the south, their lives would certainly be better than now. But in the end, a person still has to have a bottom line. In Xu Xiao's words, even if a family has grievances, it's best if they come to an agreement behind closed doors. Even if they can't come to an agreement, they'll just set up their own house. At most, they'll build a small courtyard, and the family will never interact with each other again. It doesn't matter if there are thieves or bandits outside the door. As long as Xu Xiao is standing at the door, there's no reason for them to open the door to thieves. "
Hsu Fengnian chuckled to himself. "In the beginning, I was afraid of death partly because Xu Xiao had already been cursed so much. If he betrayed the Central Plains because of an unfilial son like me who couldn't be helped, and was cursed as a slave of two surnames in his old age, then when I died, I wouldn't have the face to see my mother."
Wang Xiaoping remained silent.
They were getting closer and closer to the Shenwu City.
The galloping of the 600 horses sounded like thunder.
Hsu Fengnian left the carriage. The rider opposite him dismounted and knelt down to welcome him.
Soon after, the 300 riders and 200 men arrived at almost the same time.
Hsu Fengnian rode alone on a riderless warhorse, leading the way.
In the wind and snow, a black-clothed man could be vaguely seen, guarding the pass by himself.
What happened next was horrifying.
It was only at this moment that Wang Xiaoping was truly willing to deliver the three swords.
The world's number ten, Han Diaosi, stood in the way.
When they saw the white horse in the lead, they began to charge at each other.
Hsu Fengnian and his horse did not slow down at all. They sped up and galloped wildly.
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