Is it a pleasure to have guests come from afar
Xu Fengnian was very unhappy at this time, even a little uncontrollable anger.
Different from the encounter with the eunuch in the small town of Youzhou, Xu Fengnian never got angry from the beginning to the end, and even regarded him as a gentleman in his heart.
But this strange visitor who climbed up the stairs appeared at the foot of the mountain, and brought Xu Fengnian an inexplicable irritability. At Xu Fengnian's level, he was somewhat unpredictable, so Xu Fengnian can conclude that the climber , is by no means a character like Deng Tai'a who gives charcoal in a timely manner. The degree of danger is very likely to be no less than that of Qi Jiajie's sword of thousands of miles that started from Dongyue Sword Pool, and even comparable to Wang Xianzhi's single trip to Liang at that time. But for the appearance of Wang Xianzhi and Qi Jiajie, Xu Fengnian was mentally prepared in advance. The original intention of the two is that one is his own martial arts, and the other is loyal to the emperor. Xu Fengnian can relatively understand.
But at this time, the old man, who was more and more clear in his vision, was like a catastrophe that he had no way to avoid. How could Xu Fengnian, who originally planned to go to the outside of the pass to reject the North City tomorrow morning, not be angry
It's like a person basking in the sun at the gate of his own courtyard, obviously no one is in the way, and a passerby throws a dustpan of feces over his head and face for no reason.
The Peach Blossom Sword God, who clearly sensed Xu Fengnian's disturbed state of mind, frowned and said, "Are you planning to surrender without a fight?"
Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "It's fine if you get angry, just beat yourself to death!"
Deng Tai'a lightly held down the Tai'a sword on his waist, his sleeves were full of sword energy in an instant, and he said in an emphatic tone: "That man should not be underestimated, even after Cao Changqing became overbearing, it's nothing more than that! If you still want to use this If you are in the mood for the enemy, just go and cool off!"
Xu Fengnian's face was livid, he closed his eyes, and put his palm against the handle of the cold knife, his ups and downs finally calmed down.
There are more than a hundred stone steps apart, and the two sides are about to meet.
The stooped Confucian scholar stopped in his tracks, rubbed the head of the young boy Gou Youfang, and asked with a smile, "Which uncle is the benefactor who gave you the white wooden sword box?"
The young man stared wide-eyed, and as expected, there was the uncle who had met once at the top of the steps, but the uncle who ate wontons in Wudi City was sloppy and didn't have a sword, so he was far inferior to the... high-class demeanor at this time.
The old Confucian scholar, who exuded a rotten aura from his body to his gaseous state, patted the boy on the head and said softly, "Go and say hello."
The young man with the bamboo box on his back smiled and walked briskly up the steps.
Deng Tai'a was at the top of the steps, the young Gou You ran towards him, the old Confucian scholar stopped where he was.
At this moment, the old Confucian scholar shouted three times in succession: "Deng Tai'a! Tai'a Sword! Wu Family Sword Tomb!"
With Tianxian in the mouth, the law follows the words, and a word becomes a prophecy.
At the same time, Deng Tai'a's figure disappeared in a flash, and he disappeared. Where he stood, there were only ripples left.
Suddenly a strong wind swayed around Xu Fengnian, and his sleeves fluttered.
The young man who watched helplessly as his benefactor disappeared was stunned on the spot. Somehow the old man had come to him, and said with a smile, "It's okay to thank you later. Lu Zu’s legacy sword has been hung in the house for hundreds of years, go and pay your respects.”
The agitated young man let out an oh, and proceeded cautiously, passed by the young man with the knife, and then trotted away.
The old Confucian scholar stood in place, looking up at the young vassal king, "Facing a strong enemy, why are you still hesitating? Could it be that your Beiliang frontier army is also so timid when you meet the Beimang cavalry army outside the Liangzhou Pass? Beiliang iron cavalry Jiatianxia, it’s not something that your Xu family can brag about, right?”
Xu Fengnian kept silent, his body didn't lose his breath, and he traveled 800 miles in an instant.
The sarcasm of the old Confucian scholar did not disturb Xu Fengnian's mood.
It wasn't that Xu Fengnian deliberately put on an immobile defensive posture, but that he couldn't capture the existence of this old man at all. Standing between heaven and earth, it is impossible to truly remain motionless.
The reason why the female luthier Xue Songguan is blind and able to kill people is that she possesses the indescribable supernatural powers of fingering and mystery. She can detect the slightest ripples without looking at them. It seems that there is a quiet wind chime under the eaves when there is no wind. She can also clearly feel its shaking. A Confucian sage once expounded on this state, calling it "strength from the heart". After Xu Fengnian fought against three great masters, Hong Jingyan, Tuoba Bodhisattva and Chen Zhibao successively, although the damage to the heavenly body was far from the peak, but the realm did not fall. It is still second only to Deng Tai, A Xue and Song Guan.
Because of this, Xu Fengnian remained motionless, holding the handle of the knife without drawing it.
The stooped old man smiled and said: "If you are waiting for Deng Tai'a, I advise you to forget it. The Peach Blossom Sword God is now on the sword mountain of the Wu family's sword tomb... eh? Right now, Yujian is rushing westward, about three hours later Only then can we rush back to Wudang Mountain. There is no other way, Deng Tai'a's swordsmanship has reached its peak to kill people, it can be said to be the best for thousands of years, and I dare not take it lightly."
Xu Fengnian asked, "Are you going to consume my energy?"
The old Confucian shook his head and said, "You are only half right."
Xu Fengnian's face was gloomy.
The old man said to himself: "I still want to find Li Yufu, the headmaster of Wudang."
Xu Fengnian seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly took off the cool knife at his waist, and stood with both hands on the knife, "Then it will be as you wish, and if I can't find you, it doesn't mean that no one can find you!"
The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh? Then I'll just wait and see."
The Zixu Temple of the Great Lotus Peak, the main peak of Wudang Mountain, and the statue of Emperor Zhenwu who has enjoyed the incense of the world for thousands of years in the temple are full of dust!
The statue, which was originally a dead thing, seemed to come back to life. It stepped down from the sacred seat, and the hall roared.
Gou Youfang, a young man studying abroad, just walked to the square outside Zixu Palace, and then he was stunned. A three-foot-tall majestic statue rushed out of the Taoist temple, every step was thunderous, and then ran past him. It looks like it's going down the mountain.
The young man blinked his eyes, unable to recover.
Gou Youfang raised his hand and slapped himself hard, it really hurt.
On the other side of the stone steps, the old man clicked his tongue and said, "It's interesting."
A series of thunder resounded through Wudang Mountain.
Behind Xu Fengnian, a statue of Zhenwu full of purple and golden aura jumped up high, holding a huge mahogany sword, and slammed heavily at the elderly Confucian scholar under the steps.
The old man in neat clothes folded his hands on his abdomen, and said flatly: "The gentleman is silent and strange!"
The sword of the statue of Zhenwu in golden armor slashed down like a rainbow.
But when the sword was about to hit the old Confucian scholar's head, it suddenly stopped and stopped in the air.
Xu Fengnian finally made a move, he didn't drag his feet, he was like the green snake with two sleeves of the old man in sheepskin fur.
Although it is a cold knife, it is exactly the same as Li Chungang holding a wooden horse and cow.
On the stone steps between the two, the thick and brilliant blue sword Gang flows swiftly like a river.
The old man smiled and said: "A gentleman walks straight!"
When the Confucian raised his foot and took a step upwards, the statue of Zhenwu, who was still still, seemed to be free from restraint, and the mahogany sword slashed down ahead of the sword.
The old man raised his left hand and held the mahogany sword lightly, while the palm of his right hand should face the two-sleeved green snake surging with sword energy.
That kind of strolling in the courtyard, like a scholar who has studied hard for many years in the cold window, writes with a pen wherever he goes, which is natural and without stagnation.
Saint weather!
The stooped Confucian scholar had straightened his back at some point, stepped up the steps step by step, supported the statue of Zhenwu with his left hand, and blocked the two-sleeved green snake with his right hand.
The mahogany sword of the statue of Zhenwu.
Li Chungang's majestic sword energy.
Under the reflection of each other, although the old man's pace of climbing up the stairs was slow, he never stopped.
Even the old man still had the strength to say: "I want to see how long your breath can last."
The purple energy on the statue of Emperor Zhenwu shook a little, and the wooden sword, which was almost as long as a person, began to have cracks visible to the naked eye, and countless dazzling rays of light burst out from those gaps.
This statue of Zhenwu from Wudang Zixu Temple is of course not the human figure of Emperor Zhenwu who came to the world. Xu Fengnian has long since given up his luck and has nothing to do with it.
However, due to some unknown considerations, Xu Fengnian quietly condensed his energy into it after this mountaineering. Previously, the young feudal lord had asked Deng Tai'a jokingly about how to arrange his fate after death, and the answer of Peach Blossom Sword God was of course as chic as ever, and he didn't care about the aftermath while he was alive. But Xu Fengnian couldn't be that kind of carefree and open-minded, he had to consider too many people and things. This is true of asking Fan Xiaochai to look for the wooden sword ranger, and it is true of many seemingly unintentional things.
The vicissitudes of the old Confucian scholar's face shone brightly under the reflection of the purple energy and the sword, and he sneered: "King of Beiliang, it seems that you can't catch it with your own strength!"
At the beginning of the magnificent sword, the young vassal said in a deep voice: "Li Yufu, you continue to retreat!"
The old Confucian scholar strode forward, and said in a clear voice: "Xu Xiao's troops and horses trampled the six kingdoms, breaking the backbone of Spring and Autumn, so that new graves are everywhere in the Central Plains! He is dead, do you really think that you, the Xu family, don't need to pay the debt for this?!"
The endless sword gangs continued to explode and shatter in the old man's palm.
The old man was also somewhat angry, and shouted: "Xu Fengnian! Do you really think that no one in the world can kill you? Let you do whatever you want?! As long as your thoughts don't die, Xie Guanying will be peaceful when Xie Guanying dies, peaceful If you die, there will still be another person!"
A purple gold jujube seal appeared between Xu Fengnian's eyebrows, and he said slowly: "A gentleman walks straight? I am a Northern Liang iron cavalry guarding the border, Hutou City, Lying Gong City, Luanhe City, and Qingcang City! They all have to turn their backs to the north. And the dead!"
The old Confucian scholar suddenly pushed the palm of his right hand forward, and at the same time shook his left wrist lightly.
The entire sword gang retreated several tens of feet, and the statue of Zhenwu, whose mahogany sword had been turned into powder, was thrown hundreds of feet horizontally.
Even against Xu Fengnian, who was not at the peak of combat power, he was able to gain the upper hand from the beginning to the end, and the old man's unfathomable cultivation was still shocking.
The old man finally reached the top of the steps. In the field of vision, the young feudal lord was standing in the distance with his cold knife slanted, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
The old man smiled and asked: "You are still unwilling to use the luck of the whole Beiliang to fight against the enemy after being reduced to such a field?"
Xu Fengnian spit out the bruise and took a breath of fresh air.
If he hadn't been hit by Tuoba Bodhisattva with all his strength, the old man would have cultivated to the profound level. Even if he could block the two-sleeved green snake with extremely sword energy in the world, he would definitely not be able to push back the sword with a single palm.
Xu Fengnian twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I really don't have much strength, but I still have a chance to keep you in Wudang Mountain."
The old man's eyes were full of pity, and he spoke out, "I thought you would say, 'Even if I die here, there will still be a King of Beiliang with the same appearance and height on Qingliang Mountain.' Why, is this the confidence to fight for my life? What? At that time, the master of 300,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry, the well-deserved grand master of martial arts, is he so unwilling to make progress?"
Xu Fengnian clenched the handle of the knife tightly.
The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move. He didn't know whether he was worried that both sides would be hurt or he was afraid that both would be destroyed. He asked, "Aren't you curious about who I am?"
Xu Fengnian sneered and said, "The dog that lost the family!"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "It's quite right."
At the archway at the foot of Wudang Mountain, there is Ziqi Mountaineering.
It was the statue of Zhenwu that was thrown down the mountain by the old Confucian scholar. Although the body of the statue was broken, the purple aura lingering around was even stronger.
Xu Fengnian sneered and said, "I'm just curious why you're not in Shangyin School, Dao Lin, and continue to pretend to be that blind old luthier."
The old Confucian scholar nodded lightly and suddenly said: "No wonder you have been prepared for a long time. It turns out that Xu Weixiong leaked the secret to you. You are really cautious enough. Originally, based on the care I gave to the woman surnamed Yu in Shangyin Academy, you No matter what, you shouldn't regard me as an enemy. It's a pity that Tantai Pingping won't help you now, and if you make tricks one after another, in the end, everything will come to naught, and everything will come to an end."
Xu Fengnian held a cold knife in his left hand, with the horizontal knife in front.
He put his right hand fingers together and lightly wiped the back of the knife.
The old man smiled and said, "The gnat may shake the big tree."
Xu Fengnian replied: "There is a disciple of your Confucianism, but he said that he is too respectful."
The old man waved his sleeves: "Isn't it because I misunderstood my son?"
Xu Fengnian put his fingers together and rested on the tip of the knife.
Silently, the cold knife was like a talisman.
Gao Shulu was once "sealed" by this method.
The old Confucian scholar remained calm and composed. He glanced at the previously unremarkable Beiliang Knife, and now it seemed to contain endless morality. On the shiny blade, there was a dark dragon with long whiskers swimming vaguely.
But the old man was still in the mood to praise: "It's very interesting."
The person in front of Xu Fengnian should have been dead for 800 years.
Especially when the Dafeng Dynasty was founded, the status of Confucianism rose, and in the subsequent dynasties, this person was revered by the kings as the most holy teacher!
Numerous civil servants, no matter whether they are famous in history or not, were regarded as the supreme honor to accompany and sacrifice to their side during their lifetime!
Zhang Jiasheng Mansion, Longhushan Tianshi Mansion, has been called holy from north to south for 800 years.
But no one really thinks that the Zhao family is comparable to the Zhang family, especially in the hearts of scholars all over the world, the Zhao family, who is so handsome in feathers, probably isn't even worthy of carrying shoes for the Zhang family.
This humble old Confucian scholar.
It is the first Zhang family saint!