With Yuan Zuozong and Wang Xiaoping at the back, the people of Zhulu Mountain were all cultivators. Most of them had lost the will to fight. The beautiful woman saw that the situation was not good, so she decisively took back the pair of colorful butterflies. The butterflies flew around her and returned to her sleeves. The world recognized Wudang's Shentu Sword and Gu Jiantang's Nanhua Saber as the number one talisman weapon in the world. Gu Jiantang was in the center of the imperial court and was just an unreachable statue in Jianghu. Wang Xiaoping was different, especially for devils like women who studied unorthodox methods. She was the bane of their lives. Playing witchcraft in front of Wang Xiaoping was like courting death. Wang Xiaoping's Talisman Sword could break ten thousand spells. But the Land Spirit Turtle and several other powerful figures in Zhulu Mountain did not lose their color even when they saw the Wudang Sword Maniac. The Land Spirit Turtle was even more calm and said softly, "Zhulu Mountain is waiting for you at the foot of the Dragon Tail Slope. We only want to welcome you to be conferred the title of Marquis. We don't want to provoke you. The reason why we have gathered so many people is that we are worried that you will think that Zhulu Mountain is not sincere enough …"
The Spirit Tortoise, who was not good with words, was carefully weighing its words when it was interrupted by Hu Chunya's crisp laughter. However, this time, Zhou Qinghu and the others did not blame the little girl too much. The scene in front of them was simply too unexpected. The nearly twenty riders behind the Spirit Tortoise also reacted and whispered among themselves. Xu Fengnian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The Wudang Taoist with the peach wood sword on his back came in a hurry, leaving everyone aside. Probably because he didn't like Xu Fengnian's pretense, Xu Fengnian, who had his hands in his sleeves, casually raised his cuffs and wiped his cheeks. This vulgar action caused the woman's delicate body to sway. The handsome young man in her arms with a gentle face hated Xu Fengnian even more for taking all the limelight.
Hsu Fengnian was in a good mood today and did not mind these people from the Devil Cult blocking his way. He said, "If Zhulu Mountain is sincere, ask your Hierarch to come and see me in person. Otherwise, there is no need to talk. Conferred the title of Marquis? I can't believe you have the guts to take it out! "
Those demons, who had been prejudiced by their first impressions, were used to sitting on a mountain and watching the world. At this moment, they also remembered that the young man in front of them would one day become the King of Beiliang. The Vassal Kings of Liyang were powerful and influential. Who could defeat the King of Beiliang? This time, Deer Chasing Mountain was indeed a little petty. Lu Ling Gui was truly a good-tempered clay Bodhisattva. He did not object to the request, but a strange smile appeared on his lips. "I was fortunate enough to meet Sect Master in the mountain. Sect Master once said that he had some connections with you, young master. Since that's the case, I dare not act on my own. I'll return to the mountain to meet Sect Master and pass on your request."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked, "From your tone, it sounds like your cult master has a great background?"
Spirit Tortoise Lu said calmly, "I don't dare to lie, but I can tell you the truth. Sect Master took only half a day to reach the top of the mountain. He slaughtered the original two kings and four dukes. At this time, Deer Chasing Mountain has already recruited four first-level masters and half of the Mysterious Finger Vajra. Aside from me coming to welcome you, there are two other groups of people welcoming people into the mountain. Sect Master even went to West Chu's Cao Changqing in person, asking this Confucian Saint to be the Senior Guest of Deer Chasing Mountain. "
Hsu Fengnian was dumbfounded as if he had heard a heavenly book. He mocked, "Then why didn't your Sect Master just make Wang Xianzhi the Vice Sect Master and then make Đồng Thái the Senior Guest? Then he could swallow the Wu family's Sword Tomb and dominate the martial arts world. Who would dare to oppose him? That's what you call awe-inspiring."
Spirit Tortoise Lu said methodically, "I'll pass on your suggestion to Sect Master."
Hsu Fengnian imitated a young girl and chuckled, which could be considered as an order to leave. Spirit Tortoise Lu was quite efficient. He did not waste any more words and turned his horse around to leave with his people. The scantily clad beautiful woman didn't forget to glance back and smile. Hsu Fengnian stood there in a daze. He didn't care much about the devils of Deer Chasing Mountain, whose strength couldn't be underestimated. However, he was a bit wary of the cult master who was like a flood dragon in the clouds. Although Hsu Fengnian didn't believe Spirit Tortoise Lu's words at all, he didn't lower his guard at all. Deer Chasing Mountain had stood in Jianghu for 800 years. The catastrophe 60 years ago wasn't the most tragic in the history of the Demonic Cult. 100 years ago, almost all the Sword Immortals, except for Ancestor Lu, who was the first in 500 years, had gone to Deer Chasing Mountain and killed a lot of people. In each dynasty, the founders were mostly talented and wise, and their successors were not too far behind. Occasionally, there would be a lord of resurgence who would turn the tide, but he could only prolong the dynasty's reign. However, there were a total of nine cult leaders of Deer Chasing Mountain, including the previous Liu Songtao. All of them were the overlords of Jianghu who were only one step away from Wang Xianzhi. The cult leader's seat would be left empty for decades rather than for a mediocre person to sit on. Whoever became the cult leader, no matter how unknown they were outside of Deer Chasing Mountain, would definitely be an extraordinary figure. Take Liu Songtao for example. After he suffered Qi-deviancy Derangement, he left Deer Chasing Mountain and killed more than ten thousand people. This caused the Jianghu and the imperial court to feel uneasy and try their best to stop him. However, it was all to no avail. In the Nine Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn, Liu Songtao had killed two emperors. One of them was dismembered by Liu Songtao on the Dragon Throne, while the other lost his head on the Dragon Bed for no apparent reason. The number of officials, generals, and ministers in the Central Plains was uncountable. It was rumored that in the end, the Divine Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhao Gusu, personally went to the Dragon Lake and sacrificed six Purple Golden Lotuses. She used the power of a celestial to engrave the prophecy of the Nine Words and killed Liu Songtao from thousands of miles away. The outstanding people of the same generation as Liu Songtao, be it the sword immortals or the people of the three sects, without exception, did not attain immortality. It was probably because the will of heaven was angry that it did not do anything, so the gate of heaven was closed for twenty years.
Xu Fengnian laughed at himself. A few years ago, he liked to listen to stories of people like Liu Songtao the most. When he really thought that he had rolled back and forth in the mud a few times, he no longer envied him. Liu Songtao flew all day long and could not be killed by hundreds of slashes. What kind of Jianghu people were they? They were all immortals. Hsu Fengnian shook his head slightly and shook off his messy thoughts. He did not want to think about the Zhulu Mountain or the Hierarch. He pulled out his sleeve and made a gesture to move forward. Great Ancestor Gu, who had demanded an exorbitant price for the position of commander of the Beiliang infantry, followed quietly. The two of them walked side by side. The old man, who was no longer lethargic, laughed softly and said, "Your Highness, I shamelessly asked you for a troublesome official position. Please don't take it seriously. Now, I know what the Beiliang cavalry lacks and what they need. I won't cause you any trouble."
Hsu Fengnian did not puff himself up at his own cost. He nodded and said, "Previously, I let the Huaihua Great General Zhong Hongwu take off his armor and return home. My actions were not honorable. It would not be easy to immediately make a move on Yan Wenluan, even if Xu Xiao personally made a move, let alone me. But please rest assured, General Gu. The position of the Deputy Commander of the infantry will definitely be yours. "
Great Ancestor Gu laughed and asked, "I, Great Ancestor Gu, have some fame in naval warfare. As the Deputy Commander of the infantry, aren't you afraid that Yan Wenluan, who has outstanding military achievements, will push you aside and make you lose face? Even you, the one who recommended him, will be disgraced? "
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "On the surface, it seems that Yan Wenluan has the right time, place, and people. However, when I first traveled the jianghu, there was a saying on the inn's wall: 'The one who stands at the top cannot sit for too long. Don't rely on a moment of pride to cover the future.' Yan Wenluan has cultivated his direct descendants for twenty years, resulting in a pool of stagnant water. This person seems to be at the peak of his power. His words carry weight in the Beiliang infantry, but in fact, he is not really an iron bucket. In the officialdom, a local snake has its advantages, and a dragon that crosses the river also has its advantages. Besides, if Yan Wenluan's table manners are too ugly and he really wants to lose face with a hedonistic son like me, I will take advantage of this situation and let him accompany Zhong Hongwu to enjoy his grandchildren. " Great Ancestor Gu turned his head and glanced at the carriage that Huang Shang was in. He sighed and said, "If Huang Shang is a foolish but loyal scholar, he will not go to Beiliang."
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