Chapter 023 – Little Dog, Little Mudman

Immortals pointing the way to cut down the great river?

Canglan River, that is the largest river in Northern Liang territory ah.

Xu Fengyen sprayed a mouthful of tea on the opposite side of the old Taoist deity’s face, the old Taoist priest who had been in charge of Wudang for thirty years just gently wiped it away, turned his head and glared at his talkative little brother. Xu Fengnian hurriedly confessed a few times, Wang Chonglou was good-tempered, not thinking, continued to drink tea. Xu Fengyen quietly surveyed this Wudang first person, the center of the forehead was red, like a vertical eyebrow. Although he had crane hair, his appearance did not appear old.

Xu Fengnian violently remembered that when he was a teenager in the Tide Pavilion, he casually flipped through a Taoist paraphernalia book “Three Thousand Weather”, mentioning that Wudang has a kind of esoteric inner work, Taishang Jade Liquid Refining Form, first become a dan baby, swim in the five viscera, and then pass through the four limbs, can be red blood into white milk, appearance as a teenager, cold and summer, so that is called the first to enter the Everlasting Habitat.

This kind of snow and mud occasionally leave claws of the written records, Xu Fengyen has not been serious, but personally heard the two fingers, and then saw with his own eyes Wang Chonglou vaguely exposed looming meteorological, had to believe.

After the old Taoist monk finished his tea and left, Xu Fengyen saw Hong Zaixiang still squatting aside and frowned, “Bull rider, are you still not leaving?”

Hong washed the elephant oh a sound, slowly walk back to the small lotus peak, through the three palaces and six kwan, countless large and small Taoist priests mouth respect to call the master uncle ancestor too on the master uncle ancestor, he should be down, some of the familiar juniors, will also stop and chat for a few words.

Slowly walked to the Dengxian Cliff, found the head teacher brother in the turtle camel monument standing, Hong Zaixiang accelerated steps, shouted the king brother.

Mountain their generation, has been the highest, unlike the Longhu Mountain head teacher above the age of broken white ignore the dust of the closed real people. Wudang also has a brother surnamed Wang, with the sword crown Wudang, habitually called by Hong Zaixiang small Wang senior brother, in the big Lotus Peak side of the silent enlightenment sword has been sixteen years.

Almost a head taller than Hong Zaixiang, Wang Chonglou turned around and saw the sullen little senior brother and joked, “The forbidden books in your private stash have been seized by your senior brother Chen again?”

Hong Zaixiang shook his head, wanting to speak. Wang Chonglou patted his youngest senior brother’s shoulder and stepped on the moonlight.

Xu Fengyen practiced a rolling knife art, there is no set pattern, the most important thing is the first knife angle and trend, then continuous dozens of moves hundreds of moves are in accordance with this knife in accordance with the trend, how to get out of the knife the fastest how to get out of the knife, and strive to be a one-stop, do not leave gaps.

With the most provincial strength to make the most rapid knife, this is not the old Kui’s private pocket professor, is Xu Fengyen’s own simple knife method, said the rolling knife, very apt. Comparing to what Sifu Wang said standing sword walking sword seems to be slightly different.

Back to the hut to lie down, is a hard board bed, with this Wudang Mountain as hard. Xu Fengyen has no qualms about this, thanks to the old Huang in the wilderness with the wind and food are accustomed to.

In addition to an oil lamp on the table, there are two stacks of yellowed books, two sword manuals, a “picking yuan know-how”, the bottom is a “Green Water Pavilion A Zi Xi sword book”, Xu Fengyen does not have pajamas, simply stay up all night to these things are memorized down.

Wudang heart recipe in the jianghu circulated widely, mostly some forgeries, crowned with the name of jade pillar inner strength, still very sought after, but indeed there are also some genuine inferior jade pillar heart method by the jianghu people familiar with the Wudang mountain side never deliberately strangled block, because the jade pillar heart method is not false, but only that yin and yang fish of a Yin fish, but also need to be Wudang Taoist day in and day out of unique forging technique complementary to each other.

Xu Fengyen was not interested in the sword manual, the “Picking Yuan skill” did not find it beneficial, only the “Azi Xi Jian Lu” was loved, this book of sixty years of sword practicing insights was the work of the heart of one of Wudang’s ancestor grandmasters, only the words were obscure and not very easy to get started.

Xu Fengyen looked out of the window, put down the “A Zi Xi sword book”, carrying the embroidered winter knife towards the white elephant pool, the closer you get, the more intense the sound of the waterfall hitting the stone, the cold water air, there is a large stone in the pool, Xu Fengyen walked along the edge of the white elephant pool, even along a green slate path into the waterfall, it turned out that this hanging ivory waterfall hanging Xianfeng was Wudang ancestor of the ghostly chiseled hollow inner belly, legend! There is a real person in this rainbow ascension, leaving an ancient sword in the pool.

Xu Fengyen stood still, only two arms away from this white training waterfall. His clothes were getting wet.

Xu Fengyen did his best to slash horizontally.

The old Taoist monk had cut off the river with his two fingers, so what about our full strength slash?

Xu Fengyen a burst of piercing pain, embroidered winter knife just with the waterfall that flowed down three thousand feet just contact, out of the hand, in the air cut a wretched arc, fell to the ground, Xu Fengyen lifted his hand to look at, has cracked a big blood slit.

Xu Fengyen grinned and went to pick up the Embroidered Winter Sword that was destined to bury its reputation in his hands for a long time. A long breath, and then chopped a knife, the result is the same as the embroidered winter thrown hand, Xu Fengnian backward a mouthful of cold air, tore off a piece of fabric on his body, wrapped around his hand, sat on the ground and picked up the embroidered winter knife, already do not go to the extravagant hope of a knife smooth horizontal cleave out a slit, and only seek not to get rid of the hand.

Changed the left hand and then a knife, even worse, even people with the knife are falling out.

The young senior uncle did not know when he came to the cave, surprised: “You are exactly the same as senior brother Chen when he practiced sword.”

Xu Fengyin said in bitter amusement, “All masters are like this.”

Hong Zaixiang softly said, “Only I heard that when Senior Brother Chen reached your age, a sword could cut out a few inches wide openings.”

Xu Fengyen said without a trace of anger, “You help me bring a message to the royal family, there is a White Fox child face in seclusion there, tell him to first select forty to fifty martial arts secret techniques, and casually find someone to bring them to the mountain.”

Hong Zaixiang curiously said, “What is this for?”

Xu Fengnian lowered his head and tied the cloth of his left hand wound tightly with his mouth, ignoring Hong Zaixiang.

The young master uncle obediently went out to run errands and do odd jobs for His Highness the World Prince, there was a Ziyang Taoist Temple a mile away, he was going to ask his juniors to help, the master uncle himself of course would not go down the mountain.

A few days later, a slender woman carried a large heavy traveling bag and climbed the mountain with difficulty.

What is the heaviest thing under the sky? Love and righteousness? Loyalty and filial piety? Bullshit, it’s the book that weighs the most.

Jiang Nai sat on a step on the mountainside, her waist almost broken, a few nearby Taoist priests who had been staring at her swaying posture at any time might roll down the mountain, finally relieved.

This beautiful young woman was escorted to the foot of the mountain by the Northern Liang iron horsemen, and then alone along the steps up, initially Wudang Taoist priests to help, but did not get any response from her, just a cold face, Taoist priests can only be careful to follow the back, for fear that she will even people with the bag together with the disaster. The woman who came out of the Northern Liang King’s residence cannot be messed with.

Jiang Nai looked up at the endless mountain peaks, reciting words, the Taoist priests could not hear, are some curse Xu Fengyen shall not die mean words, just compared to her daily behavior of tying a small straw man, has been considered gentle.

Now if that son of a bitch His Highness dared to stand in front of her, she was very sure that she would have to draw out the talisman of that handle and die with him.

Jiang Nai rubbed her already reddened shoulders and gritted her teeth as she once again picked up her traveling bag that was as heavy as a thousand pounds, in the glazed world, it was a pitiful picture of standing all alone.

Hong Zaixiang, who has nothing to do, was wandering on the mountain, and happened to see this scene, ran to help, but not waiting for him to open his mouth, Jiang Nai said a good dog does not get in the way, tone of voice is weak, but the eyebrows are the Buddha’s eyes, where is it like the lowest level of the king’s maidservant.

Hong Zaixiang smiled and said I will show the girl the way.

Seeing the hut, Jiang Nai froze for a moment.

Is this the bedchamber of His Highness the murderous son? He mustn’t jump and curse his mother, kicking the thousands of Niubizi Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain down the mountain?

She sat on her butt on the ground, panting and feeling like she was really going to die.

Hong Zaixiang was about to raise his voice to remind him, but he was glared at by Jiang Nai, so he had to swallow all his words back into his stomach.

The young senior uncle thought to himself that the women brought out by His Highness the son of the world were different, or was it really as straightforward and thorough as the eldest senior brother said, was it due to the fact that all the women under the mountain were tigresses?

Although good intentions were treated as a donkey’s liver and lungs, Hong Zaixiang was still able to take the opportunity to lift up the bag, moved into the hut, this time Jiang Nai did not voice reprimand, the Commission is not that spirit of the gas. She now can’t wait to sit down and fall asleep, as for the pain in the back of the shoulders, has tended to be numb, not to touch it.

Which pot does not mention which pot, Jiang Nai back was hard to knock a few times, the action is not big, but for the current Jiang Nai is the same as a small fire pouring large oil, small snow on the thick frost, eat the pain to the extreme point of endurance Jiang Nai turned around with a sob, looked up and saw that the hateful hateful hateful hateful hateful stinking face, I do not know where to cross out of some of the energy, open mouth on the bite down, biting on the barefoot knife His Highness’s lower leg.

Xu Fengyen took the scabbard and slapped, slapped on Jiang Nai’s cheek, nonchalantly slapped this deceased princess, the force was just right, not too light and not too heavy, not enough to hurt, Xu Fengyen frowned and scolded, “Are you a dog?”

Shame outweighed the pain, Jiang Nai could not move, so she grabbed the dirt on the ground and threw it at Xu Fengyen.

Xu Fengyen was not annoyed, he just took the embroidered winter and slapped the dirt back one by one, and Jiang Nai instantly became a small clay figure.

“Xu Fenian, you shall not die!”

“Come, come, ginger mud puppy, bite me to death.”

“You’re not human!”

“Ya, ginger mud, now you look so watery and cute. If you have the ability to throw the talisman over as well, then you’ll be considered ruthless.”

“I will stab you to death one day!”

“Just for now, I’m determined not to fight back. Why are you still sitting on the ground? Ginger Mud Puppy, you can’t go overboard to the point where you want me to stick my neck to the talisman and wipe my neck myself, right? This method of death is also too overbearing.”

One sitting on the ground, one standing, one crying and one laughing.

Who could imagine that these two young men and women of similar age were the eldest princess of the deceased country and the eldest son of the Northern Liang King?

Seeing this scene, the young senior uncle who only felt that it was more difficult to understand and penetrate than a heavenly book helplessly said, “I’d better go ride a bull.”