That night, Jiang Ni, who was no longer Princess Taiping of Western Chu, went down the mountain alone. Xu Fengnian did not become angry and destroyed her rebellious cursive script. He just lay down on the stone steps and drank most of the pot of rice wine. After eating all the beef, he left only after the east turned pale. Taixu Palace. On that day, Xu Fengnian was still working hard to practice the knife, and he always had to suffer some hardships. After dawn, Xiaodaotong was startled when he saw the scrawled handwriting on the square. He thought it was an immortal who had written a heavenly book. He lost his broom and ran back to the hall to call Master, and then Master called Master after reading it. The six tallest masters, masters and uncles were all gathered.
The only Taoist in the world who has completed Dahuang Tingguan in the past sixty years is Wang Chonglou.
Chen Yao, who is in charge of the moral precepts of Wudang Mountain, is rigid but not rigid. He is in his nineties, but he is still in good health. Distressed, causing thunder and rain again and again.
Song Zhiming, who lived for two years and was a full 140 years old, so he seemed extremely low in seniority, had already passed the Molao Pass seven or eight times. The number of times was so many that he was either number one or number two in the world. At the same time, he is responsible for refining and casting Waidan, and there are nearly a hundred elixirs in Wudang, most of which come from him.
Yu Xingrui, who had just returned from a trip to the East China Sea, was dressed in sloppy clothes, but his internal strength was second only to Wang Chonglou's. Seniority often has nothing to do with age, and this is the root cause.
The sword idiot Wang Xiaoping, who is even more dumb than a dumb, has nothing to worry about in his life, except for the sword.
In addition, the entire Wudang Mountain at the end probably belongs to the Hong Xixiang who is the most careless and only pursues the illusory way of heaven.
"Good words." Chen Yao praised sincerely.
"Excellent." Yu Xingrui nodded in agreement.
"Good writing is the only one. Excluding the seven characters at the end, this article is a hero, full of grief and indignation, unyielding, and I have only seen it in my life." Song Zhiming, who is twice the age of ordinary people, sighed heavily, bent over and stood at the beginning of the article, observing carefully, and twisting Looking at the white eyebrows that were as long as vines, he let out a sigh immediately after speaking, "Thinking carefully, it seems that the seemingly redundant seven characters at the end are the finishing touch. What a vow to kill."
"Good calligraphy, compared with current cursive script, is more expansive and wanton. It is rare for a dragon to leap over the sky and a tiger to crouch on a hill. It is even better. It is hard to imagine that it was written by a woman who is only 20 years old." Wang Chonglou made a conclusion.
"Shhhhhhhhhh, please be quiet." The little master uncle said nervously.
"What are you afraid of? His Royal Highness is practicing swords below." Wang Chonglou joked.
"Anyway, I will be the only one who will be unlucky at that time." Hong Xixiang muttered.
"It's easy for young people to get along with young people. We're all old." Wang Chonglou said with a smile.
"Eldest brother, because I was young, you pushed me into the fire pit?!" Hong Xixiang said in grief and indignation.
"Little brother, if you want to have the consciousness of who will go to hell if I don't go to hell, the way of heaven is nothing more than this." Wang Chonglou laughed, in front of the juniors, there is no demeanor of Taoist gods who are transcendent and holy.
"Fart! This is Buddhist language!" Hong Xixiang yelled.
"Wan Liudong enters the sea, the words are different, but the reasoning is the same." Yu Xingrui said with a big laugh.
"Did you hear that, what you Senior Brother Yu said makes sense." Wang Chonglou patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and then smiled at Yu Xingrui. Everyone is very old and hopeless, the greatest joy is just to tease the little brother The younger brother said a few words, I don't know when he would kick his legs and lie in the coffin, how many words he could say.
Wang Chonglou said: "Junior Brother, your handwriting is the best here. When the weather is fine, you can copy it and put it on the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion for careful collection."
Hong Xixiang rolled his eyes, "Don't write it, if His Royal Highness finds out, I will lose my skin."
Wang Chonglou smiled and said: "The big deal is not to copy the last seven characters, what are you afraid of."
Hong Xixiang muttered, "Anyway, it's not the big brother who will be beaten."
Wang Xiaoping, who hadn't spoken for sixteen years, stopped for a long time, and finally said hoarsely: "There is sword intent in the words."
The four older senior brothers looked at each other, and then they all smiled knowingly.
Hong Xixiang, who had never heard the sixth brother speak since he went up the mountain, was pleasantly surprised and said in despair, "I'll write it!"
Three days later there was thunder.
Xu Fengnian came back to Taixu Palace with an oiled paper umbrella. After the light rain, only the ground was black. The rain was getting stronger, and the raindrops were pouring on the umbrella surface. A thin figure with a mahogany sword on his back came to the square and stood at the other corner.
Xu Fengnian didn't know if the white-haired old man had left Beiliang Palace, otherwise he would have called to fight this sword idiot. Fighting to the death with Dongyue swordsmen, and then watching the masters fight, it is already different, it is no longer just watching the excitement. Dispelling this tempting thought, Xu Fengnian turned and went down the mountain.
Outside the thatched hut, Qingniao, the first-class maidservant of Wutong Garden, stood in the thunderstorm, holding up an oil-paper umbrella painted with Qingluan on the surface, waiting for His Royal Highness.
Qingniao brought a letter handed over to her by Da Zhuguo himself.
Xu Fengnian walked into the room full of secret books and almost nowhere to stay. The beds, tables and chairs had already been piled up, leaving only a corner of the pure land, which was Jiang Ni's sleeping place without accident. Xu Fengnian sat on a pile of books, from a I tore a few pages from "The Tiger Prison Knife" to wipe my face, and then tore off a few more pages to wipe off the rain on my hands. Then I opened the letter. In the letter, Xu Xiao wrote in his own hand that he had sent someone to the capital to inquire about the news, and he did not hide anything He started to prepare to invite a Bodhisattva in the palace to suppress the eunuch Sun who has no eyesight, and two years later, he will lose power with the surname Sun. What really surprised Xu Fengnian was that Xu Xiao finally revealed the answer, why he was asked to come to Wudang, it turned out to be Wang Chonglou who wanted to transfer his body of profound cultivation to him like a grafting tree!
Is this an act against the heavens
Are you not afraid of being struck by lightning
Xu Fengnian destroyed the secret letter, his heart was full of turmoil, he looked up at the blue bird standing at the door, and asked: "The internal power can also be passed on to others? If so, you only need to pass on the power like a seat before you die. Aren't masters becoming more powerful from generation to generation?"
Qingniao said flatly: "The effect of a pill or a bowl of rice varies from person to person, and the transfer of internal force is at most no more than half. There used to be a devil in the rivers and lakes, with deep internal force, who liked to forcibly transmit internal force to others , I saw those people were overwhelmed, and finally their limbs burst and died, leaving only a complete head."
Xu Fengnian said dumbly: "Is there such a lunatic who harms others and does not benefit himself?"
Blue Bird nodded.
Xu Fengnian asked: "Do you think this is Xu Xiao's idea, or my master's idea?"
Qingniao replied sincerely: "I dare not say."
Xu Fengnian said helplessly, "That's Xu Xiao."
The blue bird looked around for a week, and even smiled.
Xu Fengnian said softly: "Wait for the rain to lighten before going down the mountain."
Bluebird hummed.
It rains heavily and sometimes when it rains, the blue bird will eventually go down the mountain. Xu Fengnian sent it to Xuanwu Dangxing Memorial Arch before turning around.
Back outside the thatched hut, Xu Fengnian looked at the muddy vegetable garden, smiled lightly and said, "Why do you need to put it into writing when you hate me? If the second sister finds out, you will be punished again, won't you? Don't forget to beat me, girl."
Next, His Royal Highness continued to immerse himself in practicing swords, but he began to feel uncomfortable going to the purple bamboo forest on the Big Lotus Peak. You must know that it is the forbidden area of the patriarch Wang Xiaoping, and there are not many senior brothers who are of the same generation as this sword idiot on Wudang Mountain. If anyone dares to bother, only the young master and uncle will go to herd cattle and graze, or find some suitable slender purple bamboos to make fishing rods. Xu Fengnian went to the purple bamboo forest for the first time, and was forced out of the bamboo forest by a sword that chopped off dozens of purple bamboos. , the second time he carried a sword recklessly, and ended up lying on a wooden bed for half a month, causing Wudang to take out a bottle of high-grade elixir. Forced to quit, still didn't see the face of that sword idiot, but he didn't fall to the ground immediately, at least he could stagger back to the hut, but he didn't eat the pill as a meal.
Wudang, which is also in the lineage of Danding, is slightly different from Longhushan. It not only respects the inner alchemy practice of the dragon and tiger's womb breathing out the old and absorbing the new, but also accepts the "cooking and refining of gold and stone" which was denounced as heresy by Longhushan. There are several Qianjun cauldron furnaces, alchemy priests are the most willing to endure hardships on the mountain, consuming nearly ten thousand catties of charcoal every year, and the momentum is huge. Xu Fengnian once went to Qingyun Peak, which occupies a corner of the mountain, to watch the opening ceremony of the cauldron last month. It is said that except for the main peak of the lotus flower, evil spirits are the most inviolable. It is necessary to choose an auspicious day to build an altar and burn talismans. The alchemy Taoist kneels at the foot of the peak and holds a medicine stove, facing south to pray to the Taoist God. Alchemy is more difficult, but it doesn't delay Xu Fengnian's chewing peonies and taking pills, so Hong Xixiang, who had finally persuaded the third senior brother Song Zhiming to allow His Royal Highness to go to the mountain to watch alchemy, was very angry and cast a wink at the blind man without conscience. Way.
The elder brother said that young people are easy to communicate with, it really doesn't make sense at all!
The sweet-scented osmanthus on the mountain is fragrant.
Apart from fighting against the waterfall at the foot of Xuanxian Peak, Xu Fengnian also went to the Zizhu Forest to fight with Wang Xiaoping every now and then, and he was finally able to hold a sword without falling.
Don't look at it as a sword, whether it falls or not, it means whether Xu Fengnian's sword practice will enter the room.
Probably because of the sudden decrease in the number of bamboos in the bamboo grove, Jian Chi's sword strikes again, making it even more unpredictable.
Few people would have expected that the notorious His Royal Highness Shi Zi could really stay on Wudang Mountain for half a year. Some little Taoist priests who had been in contact with customs and customs were wondering whether His Royal Highness Shi Zi hid a dozen beautiful maids on the mountain, or whether he was hiding on the mountain every day. Big fish and big meat, and by the way, they saw less times of young master and uncle, so some little Taoists rumored that His Royal Highness was the reincarnation of the devil, and he needed the young master and uncle who was reincarnated by Emperor Zhenwu to suppress it. , all kinds of strange things.
Hong Xixiang, who was riding a bull, turned a deaf ear to it, and did not take the initiative to explain anything. When he met a junior Taoist priest who was younger than him, and asked such questions, he would answer with a smile: "His Royal Highness is reading "The Seven Signs of Yunji", "Tao These classics of Doctrine are very thoughtful."
If someone else said it, no one would believe it. But from the mouth of the master uncle, it is still dubious.
Occasionally, a Taoist priest with seniority and seniority was filled with righteous indignation and asked: "Uncle Hong, the surname Xu Fang is a good son, so why do you come to Wudang Mountain to show dominance? Who will show you how to practice swords?!"
The young uncle laughed and said, "Maybe he is practicing swords for him. His Royal Highness was born into a wealthy family, and his hobbies will always be different from those of ordinary people. Uh, it is indeed a bit different."
Some people can't help but sneer: "It must have been stolen from our Wudang unique knowledge, and we have practiced it as a sword, so that we can go down the mountain to do evil!"
At this time, the little master fell silent.
Today he let the green bull go, walked alone in the mountains and forests, went to the Xuanxian coffin, and saw a Zhenmadan autumn cicada, which is unique to Wudang Mountain, passing by.
I don't see how Hong Xixiang speeded up his pace, walked a few steps like a drunk, and then caught up with Qiu Chan, pinched it lightly, and blocked it just before it hit a spider web.
The young master uncle bowed his head and walked past the spider web, then let go of his two fingers and released the Ticada.
In fact, after the cicada emerges from a larva to an adult, its lifespan is no more than three months.
But Hong Xixiang saved it anyway, without any reason. Just did a small thing that couldn't be more natural.
This master uncle who has been doing such trivial things for more than 20 years on the mountain has always been regarded by everyone as the best candidate to understand the way of heaven, but it seems that he himself has never known what the way of heaven is, and he does not bother to think hard, eat and drink Lazar, herding cows, reading books and enjoying the scenery, is plain.
Hong Xixiang walked slowly outside the hut, and saw His Royal Highness Shizi picking a cucumber from the vegetable garden and chewing on it in his mouth.
Hong Xixiang wanted to steal a cucumber to taste while His Royal Highness was not paying attention, but Xu Fengnian slapped his paw off with the Xiudong scabbard.
Hong Xixiang, who could only squat aside and watch, asked curiously: "His Royal Highness, are you really willing to give up the red wine, beautiful singing voice, delicacies and brocade bedding in the palace?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "If you do this every day for more than ten years, you will be willing."
Hong Xixiang shook his head and said, "Xiaodao is reluctant to part with this mountain."
Xu Fengnian said contemptuously: "You are timid, two different things."
Hong Xixiang twitched his lips, this was the biggest protest of the young master uncle.
Xu Fengnian mocked: "I dare to go up the mountain to practice swords, but you dare not go down the mountain? Is there a crowd of ghosts and monsters at the foot of the mountain, or are there ghosts and ghosts everywhere? Take a step back, even if there are, don't you Taoists need to kill demons?"
Hong Xixiang still shook his head vigorously.
Xu Fengnian stopped wasting his saliva and asked, "I'm going to Zizhu Forest, will you follow?"
Hong Xixiang even shook his head like a rattle, waved his hands and said, "No, Senior Brother Xiao Wang won't let me go there to herd cattle now."
Xu Fengnian gnawed on a cucumber, left the small vegetable garden with the Xiudong knife, and said vaguely: "What's so great about being the number one in the world, it's better to be the only one in the world. Everyone is fighting for the number one in the world, and there is only one person who grabs it , but the latter is expected to be achieved by everyone, this is the way of heaven."
Hong Xixiang squatted on the ground, resting his cheeks on his hands, lost in thought, "I understand a little bit, I don't understand a little bit."
Xu Fengnian walked forward with his back to Hong Xixiang and said coldly: "Don't steal cucumbers anymore, I counted them all, and when I came back, I found that one was missing, and I beat your three legs with blood, do you understand this? "
Hong Xixiang squeezed out a smile and said, "I understand very well!"