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Beiliang Palace was located on Mount Qingliang. It had thousands of families and was extremely prosperous.
As the only remaining king with a different surname, Xu Xiao, the King of Beiliang, had both praise and blame in the imperial court and Jianghu. As a meritorious military official, it could be said that he had obtained everything except the Emperor's throne. In the three northwestern provinces, he was fully deserving of being the ruler. He could cover the sky with one hand and turn the clouds and rain with a flip of his hand.
It was no wonder that the officials in the imperial court who didn't agree with this king with a different surname would privately curse him as the Barbarian Xu, and some with ulterior motives would even throw away the title of "Second Emperor".
Today, the prince's residence was very lively. The powerful King of Beiliang personally opened the gate and set up a splendid ceremonial procession to welcome an old man with an immortal air. The servants in the residence only heard that the immortal from the Taoist holy land, Mount Longhu, had taken a fancy to the foolish young prince and wanted to take him in as a closed-door disciple. This was a great blessing. Beiliang Palace interpreted it as "fortune favors fools".
But of course, the young prince had never cried since he was born. He didn't know how to read at all and only learned to speak at the age of six. His name was mighty and imposing, Xu Longxiang. It was rumored that the old immortal from Mount Longhu had given him this name. He had said that he would come back in twelve years to take him in as a disciple, and now he was here as promised.
In a courtyard in the prince's residence, the grandmaster of Mount Longhu, a Taoist ancestor of Mount Longhu, was twirling his snow-white beard and frowning. On his back was an uncommon small Zhong Kui-style peach wood sword. Combined with his appearance, he was indeed worthy of the word "otherworldly". Anyone who saw him would sincerely praise him as an otherworldly master.
But this time, the recruitment of a disciple had met with quite a lot of obstacles. It wasn't that the Imperial Residence had any objections, but that his future disciple's stubbornness had flared up. She had squatted under a pear tree and used her butt to deal with this cheap master who was ranked in the top three in the orthodoxy. As for martial arts, cough cough, she should at least be in the top thirty.
Even the dignified King of Beiliang, a pillar of the country, had to squat there and persuade him with kind words. "Son, go to Mount Longhu and learn some skills. In the future, if anyone dares to say you're stupid, just beat them up. Don't be afraid even if they're beaten to death. Father will support you."
"Son, you have great strength. It would be a pity if you don't learn martial arts and become one of the top ten experts in the world. When you return from your studies, Father will make you a Senior Cavalry Captain. You will be able to ride a multicolored horse and wear heavy armor. How impressive. "
The little prince completely ignored her and continued to stare intently at the ground.
"Huang Man'er, don't you like to eat candied haws? There are wild haws all over Mount Longhu, you can pick and chew on them as you please. Isn't that right, Celestial Master Zhao? "
The old immortal forced a smile and nodded repeatedly in agreement. It was too shameful to receive such a disciple. If word got out, wouldn't he be laughed at by the whole world?
However, even though the dignified Pillar of Beiliang, whose words carried weight in the twelve counties, had a dry mouth and a dry tongue, the young man still didn't react. Perhaps he was impatient and thought his father was being too noisy. He raised his butt and farted loudly. He didn't forget to turn his head and grin at his father.
The King of Beiliang was so angry that he raised his hand and pretended to hit him. However, he raised his hand and froze for a while before giving up. Firstly, he couldn't bear to hit him. Secondly, there was no point in hitting him.
This son really lived up to his name. Xu Longxiang was named after the phrase, "In water, the dragon's strength is the strongest. On land, the elephant's strength is the strongest. As mighty as Vajra, they are known as dragons and elephants." Although Huang Man'er's silly son was simple-minded and couldn't read, his skin was sickly dark yellow, and his body was thinner than his peers, his strength was first class.
Xu Xiao joined the army at the age of ten and killed people. From killing the Xiongnu in Jinzhou in the northeast, to wiping out the six big and small countries in the south, slaughtering more than seventy cities, and then suppressing the sixteen barbarian tribes in the southwest. He had seen all kinds of fierce generals with amazing physical strength. However, he had never seen someone like his youngest son, who was born with copper muscles and iron bones and could pull up mountains and rivers.
Xu Xiao sighed softly in his heart. If Huang Man'er could be a little smarter and open up a few more of his mind acupoints, he would definitely become the unparalleled fierce general who could break through enemy lines.
He slowly got up and turned his head to smile awkwardly at the senior Taoist priest of Mount Longhu. The latter's eyes indicated that it wasn't a big deal, but he couldn't help but feel a little sad. It was really a big deal to receive this kind of treatment as a disciple. If word got out, wouldn't he become the laughing stock of the world? He wouldn't be able to show his old face in front of the large group of disciples and grand-disciples of Mount Longhu anymore.
The helpless King of Beiliang came up with a plan. He chuckled and said, "Huang Man'er, your brother has just returned from his parade. Looking at the time, it should be about time for him to enter the city. Don't you want to go out and take a look?"
The young prince suddenly raised his head. His expression was as stiff as it had been for a thousand years, but his usually dull and lifeless eyes were bursting with a rare light. It was very piercing. He grabbed his father's hand and rushed out.
It was a pity that Beiliang Palace was famous for its hundreds of winding corridors and thousands of twists and turns. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to accommodate the Tide-listening Pavilion that had been criticized by the court officials. Xu Xiao, whose hand hurt from his son's grip, had no choice but to remind him several times that they were going the wrong way. After walking for a full incense stick's worth of time, they finally arrived outside the mansion.
Behind the father, son, and Old Immortal were a group of servants carrying boxes of various sizes. They were all things that were going to be taken to Mount Longhu. The King of Beiliang was as rich as a country and had always doted on his children. He couldn't bear to see them suffer even the slightest bit of grievance.
When they arrived outside the mansion, the young prince saw that the streets were empty and there was no sign of his brother. He was first disappointed, then angry. He let out a deep, hoarse, and irritable roar. At first, he wanted to vent his anger on Xu Xiao. But as stupid as he was, at least he knew that this was his father. Otherwise, Xu Xiao's fate would probably be the same as that of Hei Teng, who had unluckily encountered Xu Longxiang during the autumn hunt not long ago. He was torn in half by the single-handed twelve-year-old boy. He glared angrily at his guilty father and turned to leave.
Xu Xiao, who didn't want his efforts to go to waste, threw a helpless glance at Old Immortal. The Taoist Master of Mount Longhu smiled faintly and stretched out his bamboo-like arm. However, he only held onto the young prince's wrist with two fingers and gently said, "Xu Longxiang, don't waste your rare talent. Come with me to Mount Longhu. In ten years at most, you'll be able to leave the mountain and perform meritorious deeds."
The youth didn't waste any more words. He snorted and continued on his way. But strangely, he found that he couldn't break free from the old Taoist's seemingly casual restraint. He couldn't land his foot on the ground no matter how hard he tried.
The King of Beiliang felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. This Taoist master whose seniority was ridiculously high indeed had some skills. No one knew a son better than his father. Xu Xiao was well aware of his son's strength. He was so domineering that he didn't dare to arrange more servants for his son, for fear that he would accidentally break his son's arms or legs. Over the years, there had been countless broken tables and chairs in the courtyard. Fortunately, the Beiliang Palace had a solid foundation. If it had been an ordinary family, they would have gone bankrupt long ago.
The young prince was stunned for a moment. Then, he flew into a rage and shouted softly. He forced Old Immortal to take one step forward. Two steps, three steps. The Taoist Master, who wore a yellow crown and a Taoist robe, only made a slight sound of surprise. He wasn't angry, but was instead delighted. He quietly increased his strength and stopped the youth from moving forward.
With this, Xu Longxiang was truly enraged. His expression was as ferocious as a wild beast's. He reached out with his free hand and grabbed the old Taoist's arm. His feet sank, creating two pits on the white jade floor. With a swing, he flung the old Taoist away.
Xu Xiao narrowed his eyes. He wasn't the least bit afraid of causing a murder. If that Taoist didn't have this ability, then so be it. He, Xu Xiao, had even flattened the insufferably arrogant West Chu Dynasty with his cavalry. When had he ever held the Jianghu sects in the slightest respect? So what if they were the world's leading orthodoxy, Mount Longhu? Although the large sects under their jurisdiction couldn't compare to Mount Longhu, they were still considered first-rate within the dynasty. For example, Mount Wudang, which had been vying with Mount Longhu for hundreds of years, was already aloof enough in the Jianghu. Didn't they still take the initiative to send three or four batches of precious pills every year?
The old Taoist floated lightly onto a white jade lion as tall as two men at the entrance of the King's Mansion. He had the aura of an immortal. Just based on this move alone, if placed in the marketplace, wouldn't it win the cheers of the entire house?
According to the popular saying of the King of Beiliang's heir, Xu Xiao's eldest son, that was, "You should be rewarded. This job isn't simple. It's a skilled job." Perhaps he would reward several hundred or even several thousand silver notes. Back in the days when His Royal Highness hadn't left Beiliang and harmed others, how many brothels and Jianghu swindlers had received his generous rewards?
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