The immortal guides the way and cuts the river
The Canglan River is the largest river in Beiliang.
Xu Fengnian took a sip of tea and sprayed it on the face of the old Taoist god opposite, the old Taoist priest who had taught Wudang for thirty years just wiped it off lightly, then turned his head and glared at the talkative junior brother. Xu Fengnian hurriedly confessed his guilt a few times, but Wang Chonglou had a good temper and didn't take it seriously, and continued to drink tea. Xu Fengnian quietly looked at this No. 1 person in Wudang, his forehead was flushed like a raised eyebrow. Although he has gray hair, his appearance does not appear old.
Xu Fengnian suddenly remembered that when he was a teenager, he flipped through a Taoist classic "Three Thousand Meteorology" in the Tingchao Pavilion. He mentioned that Wudang has a kind of mysterious inner strength. Then through the limbs, the red blood can turn into white milk, the appearance is like a boy, and the cold and heat are not invaded. This is called the first entry into the immortal state.
Xu Fengnian has never taken the written records of this kind of slush with occasional claws, but hearing those two fingers with his own ears, and seeing Wang Chonglou's majestic majesty indistinctly with his own eyes, he has no choice but to believe it.
The old Taoist left after drinking tea. Seeing that Hong Xixiang was still squatting in a daze, Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "Bull rider, why don't you leave?"
Hong Xixiang let out an oh, and walked slowly back to the Little Lotus Peak, passing through the Three Palaces and Six Views. Countless Taoist priests, big and small, respectfully called Master Uncle, Grand Master, Master Uncle, and he agreed. Some familiar juniors would stop and chat for a few minutes sentence.
Walking slowly to Dengxian Cliff, he found that the senior brother in charge was standing under the tortoise stele. Hong Xixiang quickened his pace and called out Senior Brother Wang.
Their generation on the mountain is already the tallest, unlike Longhu Mountain's headmaster who still has closed-door masters who are too old to care about worldly affairs. Wudang also has a senior brother surnamed Wang, who crowns Wudang with a sword, and is habitually called Xiao Wang senior brother by Hong Xixiang. He has been silent on the Dalianhua Peak for sixteen years.
Wang Chonglou, who was almost a head taller than Hong Xixiang, turned around and saw the sullen little junior brother, and joked, "Your senior brother Chen confiscated the forbidden books in your private collection again?"
Hong Xixiang shook his head, hesitated to speak. Wang Zhonglou patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and walked away under the moonlight.
Xu Fengnian practiced Hob Knife for a while. There was no routine. The most important thing was the angle and trend of the first knife. Afterwards, dozens of strokes and hundreds of strokes followed the trend of the knife. All in one go, leaving no gaps.
Use the least effort to use the fastest knife. This is not the old Kui's private professor, but the simple knife technique that Xu Fengnian figured out by himself. It is very appropriate to say that it is a hob. Compared with Zhangjiao Wang's words of standing sword and walking sword, they seem to be slightly different.
Go back to the hut and lie down. It is a hard bed, as hard as this Wudang Mountain. Xu Fengnian has no qualms about this, he attributed it to being used to eating and sleeping in the open air with Lao Huang in the wilderness.
Apart from an oil lamp, there are two stacks of yellowed books on the table, two sword manuals, one "Zhou Yuan Jue", and the bottom one is "Jia Zi Jian Jian Lu in the Green Water Pavilion". Xu Fengnian didn't have pajamas, so he just stayed up late A few things are memorized by rote.
The Wudang mental formulas are widely circulated in Jianghu, most of them are fake works, and they are still very popular under the name of Yuzhu inner strength. He never intentionally strangled and blocked him, because Yuzhu's mind is superb, but he is just a yin fish of that yin and yang fish, and he needs the unique body training skills of Wudang Taoist priests to complement each other day after day.
Xu Fengnian is not interested in sword manuals, nor does "Zaiyuan Jue" be beneficial, but he loves "Jiazi Jianjianlu". This book of sixty years of sword practice is the painstaking work of an ancestor of Wudang, but the words are obscure , not so easy to get started.
Xu Fengnian looked out of the blinded window, put down "Jiazi Xijianlu", and walked towards Baixiang Pond with Xiudong Dao. The closer he got, the more intense the sound of the waterfall hitting the rocks. Dashi, Xu Fengnian walked along the edge of the White Elephant Pond, and even walked into the waterfall along a bluestone road. It turned out that the Xuanxian Peak where the ivory waterfall was hung was hollowed out by the ancestors of Wudang. Legend has it that a real person rides a rainbow here. Soaring up, leaving an ancient sword in the pool.
Xu Fengnian stood still, only two arms away from the Bailian Waterfall. His clothes were getting wet.
Xu Fengnian tried his best to strike horizontally.
The old Taoist cut off the river with two fingers, so what if we cut it with all our strength
Xu Fengnian suffered a sharp pain. The Xiudong knife just came into contact with the waterfall that flew down 3,000 feet, and then it came out, drawing an embarrassing arc in the air, and fell to the ground. Xu Fengnian raised his hand and saw that it had been torn apart A big bloody seam.
Xu Fengnian grinned, and went to pick up the Xiudong knife that was destined to bury his reputation for a long time in his hands. He let out a long breath, and slashed again, but the result was still the end of Xiudong throwing his hands away. Xu Fengnian gasped, tore off a piece of fabric from his body, wrapped it around his hands, and sat on the ground to pick up the Xiudong knife. Steadily and horizontally cut a gap, just hoping not to let go.
Changed the left hand and made another knife, which was even worse, even the person with the knife fell out.
The young master uncle did not know when he came to the cave, he was surprised and said: "You are exactly the same as Senior Brother Chen practicing sword back then."
Xu Fengnian said with joy in his bitterness: "This is the case for all masters."
Hong Xixiang said softly: "It's just that I heard that Senior Brother Chen has reached your age, and he can cut a gap several inches wide with one sword."
Xu Fengnian said unhappily: "Help me send a message to the palace. There is a white fox face in retreat. Let him choose forty or fifty books of martial arts secrets first, and find someone to bring to the mountain."
Hong Xixiang asked curiously, "What is this for?"
Xu Fengnian lowered his head and fastened the cloth on the wound on his left hand with his mouth, ignoring Hong Xixiang.
The young master uncle obediently went out to run errands for His Royal Highness, there was a Ziyang Taoist temple one mile away, and he was going to ask the juniors for help, of course the master uncle would not go down the mountain by himself.
A few days later, a slender woman climbed the mountain with difficulty carrying a heavy bag.
What is the heaviest thing in the world? Friendship? Loyalty? Fart, the book is the heaviest.
Jiang Ni sat on the first step of the mountainside, her waist was almost broken, and the nearby Taoist priests who were staring at her shaking figure and might roll down the mountain at any time were finally relieved.
This extremely beautiful young woman was escorted to the foot of the mountain by Beiliang iron cavalry, and then walked up the steps alone. At first, the Wudang Taoist priest asked for help, but she did not get any response. She just had a cold pretty face, and the Taoist priests had to follow behind cautiously , I'm afraid that she will suffer together with her luggage. The girls from Beiliang Palace cannot be provoked.
Jiang Ni raised her head and looked at the endless mountain peaks, she muttered words, but the Taoists couldn't hear them, they were all harsh words cursing Xu Fengnian's death, but compared to her daily act of tying up little straw people, she was considered gentle.
If that son of a bitch His Royal Highness dared to stand in front of her now, she would definitely pull out that talisman and die with him.
Jiang Ni rubbed her red shoulders, gritted her teeth and carried the heavy luggage again. In the world of colored glaze, this is a pitiful picture of being alone.
Hong Xixiang, who had nothing to do, was wandering on the mountain, happened to see this scene, and ran to help, but before he could open his mouth, Jiang Ni said a good dog does not get in the way, his tone was weak, but his eyebrows and eyes were like the glare of a Bodhisattva, which is not like a palace The lowest handmaid.
Hong Xixiang smiled and said, "I will lead the girl."
Seeing the hut, Jiang Ni froze for a moment.
This is the dormitory of His Highness the Prince of Killing Thousand Swords? He can't jump and scold his mother, and kick thousands of bull-nosed Taoist priests down the mountain in Wudang Mountain
She sat down on the ground, panting, feeling like she was literally dying.
Just as Hong Xixiang was about to speak out to remind him, Jiang Ni gave him a stare, so he swallowed everything he said.
The young master uncle thought to himself that the women brought out by His Royal Highness are different, or is it really as straightforward as the elder brother said, because all the women under the mountain are tigresses
Although his kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, Hong Xixiang was able to take the opportunity to pack his bags and move into the hut. This time Jiang Ni didn't speak out to reprimand him, because he really didn't have the spirit. Now she can't wait to fall asleep while sitting. As for the pain in her shoulders and back, it has become numb, so she can just not touch it.
Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, Jiang Ni was hit by a hard object a few times, the movement is not big, but for Jiang Ni at present, it is like pouring oil on a small fire, spreading thick frost on the light snow, and the pain is unbearable The extreme Jiang Ni turned around with a crying voice, looked up and saw that hateful, hateful, hateful and murderous stinky face, and somehow, some strength was generated, and she opened her mouth and bit down on the calf of His Royal Highness who was holding a knife in his bare feet.
Xu Fengnian took the scabbard and slapped it on Jiang Ni's cheek, unceremoniously sending the subjugated princess flying, the strength was just right, neither light nor heavy, not enough to hurt people, Xu Fengnian frowned and scolded: "Are you a dog? "
Jiang Ni, who was more ashamed and angry than the pain, couldn't move, so she had to grab the dirt on the ground and throw it at Xu Fengnian.
Xu Fengnian was not annoyed, he just used Xiudong to slap the clay back one by one, and Jiang Ni instantly became a little clay figurine.
"Xu Fengnian, you must die!"
"Come here, ginger mud puppy, bite me to death."
"you are not human!"
"Ah, Jiang Ni, now you look at the real water spirit, so cute. If you have the ability to throw the talisman over, then you will be considered cruel."
"I'm going to stab you to death one day!"
"It's all right now, I'm determined not to fight back. Why are you still sitting on the ground? Jiangni puppy, you can't go so far as to ask me to stick my neck on the talisman and wipe my own neck, right? This way of dying is too Domineering."
One sat on the ground, one stood, one cried and one laughed.
Who would have imagined that these two young men and women of the same age were the eldest princess of the subjugated kingdom and the eldest son of the king of Beiliang
Seeing this scene, the young master-uncle who felt that it was more incomprehensible than Tianshu said helplessly: "I'd better go ride a bull."