Yu Youwei was holding a plate of freshly made sweet-scented osmanthus cake, standing a little further away, and asked: "Master, why don't you go and comfort Xu Fengnian?"
Jingzhou picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth, saying, "If you don't go, won't the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you cooked with all your heart go to waste? It's soft and moist, smooth when swallowed, and delicious. No wonder Wu Meiniang is gaining weight all day long."
After receiving a compliment from the young master, Yu Youwei lowered her head slightly.
After eating another piece of pastry, Jingzhou smiled and said, "You have gained a lot of weight recently, how about you warm the young master's bed tonight?"
Yu Youwei, who had been an oiran but had never seen a man's body, was stunned for a moment, then blushed and shook her head.
Jingzhou teased: "It's not like I've never seen him before, what's the point of being embarrassed about?"
Shy and angry, Yu Youwei stamped her foot and said angrily: "When have you seen this before?"
Jingzhou looked up at the sky and said, "There are clothes in the eyes, but no clothes in the heart."
In an instant, Yu Youwei ran away with the pastries.
On this day, a bronze alchemy furnace half a man's height stood on Little Lotus Peak.
For Wudang Mountain, where the number of pilgrims is so small that you can even count them on your toes, this large furnace made of bronze is extremely precious and can be regarded as a treasure on the mountain.
Song Zhiming, who is usually the owner of this stove and is the best at elixir training in Wudang Mountain, is reluctant to use it.
Today, a little Taoist priest who was thinking about the second sequel of "The History of the Golden Vase" borrowed it and started making elixirs.
Charcoal and sulfur were piled at the bottom of the stove. The little Taoist priest held a fan and carefully controlled the heat.
Jing Zhou had seen Xu Fu make alchemy before, and had also seen the alchemy techniques of the Yin Yang family, and was quite familiar with this process. It's just that the alchemy Xu Fu practiced was mostly external alchemy, but the little Taoist priest in front of him was unique in alchemy, reconciling yin and yang, integrating the five elements, and connecting the inside and outside.
Refining alchemy is like cultivating Taoism, which requires understanding and talent, otherwise it is just a waste of money and energy. There are many Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain, but there are only a few who can make alchemy. Although this little Taoist priest is idle and reading banned books every day, he is the first person to make alchemy on the mountain. The alchemy method of "Shen Tongqi" in his hand was realized by this little Taoist priest himself.
The 4,000-word secret book directly points to the supreme road. It not only teaches people how to make elixirs, but also helps the human body understand the way of heaven.
"As expected of Lu Zu's reincarnation, it's no wonder that this Taoist priest once enlightened and entered the celestial phenomena. This is not looking at mountains and rivers. He is clearly looking at the movement of heaven and earth, and the nature of the great road." After reading "Tong Shen Qi", Jing Zhou secretly He sighed and watched the little Taoist priest refining elixirs again.
When the furnace was turned on, there was no golden light, no vision from the sky, just a few wisps of ordinary white smoke.
Seven golden elixirs were lying in the furnace. A proud smile appeared on the sweat-stained face of the little Taoist priest. Then he looked around with his eyes to confirm that the unscrupulous Crown Prince was not nearby, and asked softly: "Sir, the Taoist priest is refining this elixir." It’s over, that book…”
Jingzhou fumbled out a blue book from his arms and threw it over. This time he thoughtfully changed the title of the book to "Tai Xuan Induction Chapter". The little Taoist opened it and read only one page, then put the book away in confusion. into his arms, and then opened the furnace to practice the second furnace of elixirs. At the same time, he secretly sighed that you are a noble man, otherwise he would have to secretly tear off the cover of the Taoist scriptures at night.
But what to do with those Taoist scriptures without covers has become a difficult problem again.
After all, Wudang Mountain is poor, and every Taoist scripture is recorded.
It's hard to be a human being, it's hard to be a Taoist priest, and it's even harder to be a Taoist priest next to an unscrupulous son. Originally, the little Taoist priest still had two strange books in his hand that he read day and night, but since Xu Fengnian saw them, the two books "History of the Golden Vase" and "History of the Golden Vase Continued" that he had read more than ten times and were still unsatisfied, fell into the hands of Xu Fengnian. In the hands of Xu Fengnian.
Jingzhou looked at the golden elixir that had just come out of the oven. It was ordinary, with a restrained fragrance, and even no elixir lines. At first glance, it looked like it was kneaded from flour. However, he just felt it with his spiritual sense, but he could find that there was something in the elixir. A surge of life. The method of practicing the inner alchemy and the outer alchemy together was indeed different, but he underestimated Hong Xixiang.
A hundred years ago, Ge Hong, a master of alchemy who came out of Longhu Mountain, wrote a book called "Tai Chi Golden Alchemy". He regarded external alchemy as a side doctrine and strongly advocated the practice of internal alchemy. Even so, it went to an extreme.
Hong Xixiang's previous life, Qi Xuanzhen, was able to practice the golden elixir of the living dead. Otherwise, Li Chungang would not have gone to Longhu Mountain Demon Slaying Platform with his green robe in his arms to seek the elixir. However, Hong Xixiang in this life was stronger than Qi Xuanzhen. According to Hong Xixiang's talent, if this kid doesn't rise to the rank of military commander for Xu Yanhu, it won't be long before the reputation of being the best in the world will fall on this little Taoist priest.
After looking at the golden elixir refined by the little Taoist priest for a few more times, Jingzhou threw it away and the golden elixir fell into Hu Kui's mouth, and it was crunchy when he bit it.
Maybe the golden elixir tasted good, so Hu Kui snorted and shook his big head, like a half-drunk person, and lay down on the ground with squinted eyes, half asleep and half awake, digesting the power of the elixir.
Seeing Hu Kui swallowing seven golden elixirs in a row, Hong Xixiang felt distressed. It is not difficult to make elixirs, and it is rare to use medicinal materials for elixirs.
Seven golden elixirs, if they were exchanged for sesame oil money, Wudang Mountain would welcome pilgrims for two to three years.
Two days after Princess Sui Zhu came down the mountain in tears, Wang Zhonglou passed the Dahuang Court to Xu Fengnian.
In the past few days, Xu Fengnian often practiced in the White Elephant Pond, hoping to retain the Da Huang Ting in his body.
But not long after holding it underwater, Xu Fengnian jumped up from the bottom of the lake. After all, he only practiced some death moves. The mountain ghost also told him that moves are for death, and people are for life. Those who want to die will become You can't survive by just practicing hard on your own.
Before there was no Dahuangting, he didn't think he could withstand even half of the mountain ghost's moves. Now that he had the foundation, he still had the foundation to break the Dajiang Half-Immortal King's Chonglou with two fingers. He had more strength than he could use, so he estimated that he could catch it. The mountain ghost has one and a half moves.
After all, Wang Zhonglou is also one of the top masters in the world. Even if he is not the opponent of Mountain Ghost, it shouldn't be a problem to fight dozens of moves. Even if Dahuangting only has 10% left with him, it is more than enough to take one and half moves. .
As for Jiang Ni, who had just learned swordsmanship, he was automatically ignored by him. After all, he was not familiar with the Dahuang Court. If he didn't use the sword to handle it well, he would hurt the little clay figurine. But Shangui obviously didn't have such concerns. , you can kill him with every move.
After thinking about it, Xu Fengnian picked up the knife and walked to the other end of the purple bamboo forest.
The weather was bright and warm, and it was a good day to practice swordsmanship. When he saw Jingzhou, Xu Fengnian got straight to the point. He didn't say a word of nonsense, except for using two crappy swords and greetings with a few words to make the little Taoist tremble. It was just that the sword was strong. As soon as he took it out of the sheath, he was kicked out by Jingzhou.
Why don't you kick this kid? You can usually scare the little Taoist priest riding a bull, but now the little Taoist priest is helping him make elixirs!
The little Taoist priest was horrified when he saw this. This kick was a real kick, and he kicked the prince flying more than ten feet. Even with the protection of Dahuangting, the waist of His Highness, which was not good at all, could not hurt for several days. night.
The book says that thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. At fifty, sitting on the ground can absorb dirt. This is not possible if your waist is not good.
Suddenly, the little Taoist priest thought of the embarrassing sentence in "The History of the Golden Vase": "Dalang, it's time to take medicine."
Will there still be "Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine" in the future?
Xu Fengnian got up from the ground, rubbed his waist and shouted: "Your uncle, the mountain ghost, beats people without slapping people in the face, kicks people without kicking people in the waist. You don't understand the principles of this world?"
Jingzhou glanced at Xu Fengnian, who was rubbing his waist and complaining of pain, and said calmly: "I've been blinded all over the Huangting Palace in vain. Although Wang Zhonglou passed on a lot of skills to you, in your hands, you can't even use half of them. This One kick, I only used less than two points of strength."
"Your bones are far worse than your brother Xu Longxiang. Born in the Vajra realm, wearing heavy armor and holding a spear, you are a general who can defeat thousands of armies."
Mentioning Xu Longxiang, Jingzhou thought of Zhao Xituan's lineage, and there was a book called "Deng Meng Chun Qiu". This technique was not inferior to the Dahuangting created by the allusion of Taoist ancestor "One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones".
After sleeping for three years, one changes after three years. After practicing "Dream of Spring and Autumn" to the depths, it is not impossible to become an immortal directly after sleeping for a period of six months.
Xu Fengnian originally wanted to refute a few words, but when he heard that he was compared with Xu Longxiang, he nodded and agreed: "I can't compare to Huang Man'er."
Xu Fengnian picked up the knife that fell on the ground, recalling the charm of the mountain ghost's kick just now. The foot landed on his waist, but it made his limbs feel like lightning strikes, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.
The most he can do is kick someone away.
I thought I had won Dahuangting. I could easily cut off even a stone wall with one strike, and I could withstand even half a move from the mountain ghost. Now I can't even catch the mountain ghost with two cents of strength. This makes His Royal Highness feel like he is sitting in a well and watching the sky. It feels like this master is so good!
How tall must the man on Emperor Wu's city be?
With a roll of his eyes, Xu Fengnian picked up the knife and stepped forward with a flattering tone: "Shangui, why don't you teach me two moves? From now on, I will travel around the world and beat people with the skills you taught me. Even if I shout them out, you will have face, right?" Listen, Xu Fengnian, the Crown Prince of Northern Liang, has a sword learned from Mountain Ghost, and he invites Wang Xianzhi to come out of the city to fight, how domineering he is!"
"Didn't Wang Zhonglou pass you the Record of Sword Cleansing at Green Water Jiazi Pavilion? Isn't this sword skill enough for you to practice?" Jing Zhou turned around and watched the little Taoist priest refining elixirs again.
Xu Fengnian sat down on the side, touched the back of the knife and said: "I think practicing martial arts is like learning to play chess. In the beginning, I must read more chess records and memorize various moves. When playing chess with others, If you move it out, you can always use it a few times. Although there are many secret books in the Northern Liang Palace, most of them are mediocre. They are enough to deal with ordinary people in the world, but when used to deal with Wang Xianzhi, I may be the best in my life. I can’t defeat that old monster.”
I used to think that the servants in Chaoting were all very arrogant, but now I look at them again, and it turns out that they are a group of people who can't even be called masters.
Since he got the Dahuang Court, he has become more and more aware of the mystery of the Nine Swords left by Old Huang. But the more he feels like this, the more unsure he is of the old monster in Emperor Wu City, but he has to go to Emperor City of Emperor Wu. Lao Huang's sword The box must be brought back, too.
He had something on his mind, but he always had thoughts to support him. Otherwise, he would really have to rely on life. When that old man Wang Xianzhi dies of old age, Xu Fengnian will go demolish Emperor Wu City again.
The little Taoist priest didn't dare to interrupt for fear of being slapped in the face. In fact, he still wanted to flatter him. The prince's qualifications were quite good.
Seeing that Jingzhou didn't speak, Xu Fengnian muttered to himself: "That bastard Xu Xiao always brags to me about how strong his family background is. Why, Fengnian? Officials below the third rank can be beaten casually, and people above the third rank can die." It doesn't matter, even if you stab the sky down, dad will support you. He used to bully me for being ignorant."
"Besides the 350,000 cavalry, what else does Beiliang have? Experts? Damn the experts!"
"Lao Huang and white-haired Lao Kui are experts, but they are no longer in Beiliang Palace. There are still experts in this palace who can make this prince torment? No matter how powerful the Beiliang cavalry is, they can't lead the cavalry to flatten Emperor Wu's city. Wait for me If the prince goes back and beats Xu Xiao severely for two days with a stick, the debt will not be settled!"
The little Taoist priest was heartbroken when he heard this, and silently felt sorry for the scary Dazhuguo who was so popular outside. After being beaten by the prince for two days, he really couldn't get out of bed.
Jing Zhou thought for a while and smiled: "Bing Hua Xu, you really have a master in Beiliang Prince's Palace."
Xu Fengnian perked up and didn't bother scolding Xu Xiao. He asked, "How tall are you? How do you compare with the top ten masters in the world?"
Jingzhou heyed and said disdainfully: "Except for Wang Xianzhi and Cao Changqing, the top ten masters in the world, the rest of them combined are not qualified to carry his shoes. Do you think they are good or not?"
Xu Fengnian felt ridiculous for no reason. How could there be such a person in the world, and also in the Beiliang Prince's Mansion?
Not to mention Wang Xianzhi, even Cao Changqing is someone who can enter the palace several times. Even the dragon chair can't do anything to Cao Changqing. Xu Xiao can make 90% of the people in the world willing to sacrifice their lives. It's not bad, but Wang Xianzhi and Cao Changqing and others are obviously not among the ninety percent.
Xu Fengnian said angrily: "Are you bragging again?"
Jingzhou glanced at Xu Fengnian, how could he not know what this guy was thinking, and said: "The top ten masters in the world are not masters. There are countless capable people among the three religions, but which master can value this martial arts list?" Ranking?”
"After Wang Zhonglou trained in Dahuangting, his strength was not much worse than those on the martial arts list. Several heavenly masters from Longhu Mountain, Confucian saints, two Zen temples, and monks from Landuo Mountain, there are some of them Even Cao Changqing finds it difficult."
"Besides, how many reclusive masters are there among the three sects in the world? Wang Xianzhi might not even be able to catch an old guy popping up at random. Otherwise, why do you think Wang Xianzhi always regards himself as the second best in the world? Back then, he slaughtered all the demon sects by himself. Protector Qi Xuanzhen is no worse than Wang Xianzhi. If the two of them really compete, maybe the number one position in the world will not be vacant."
"Not to mention, what about the Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain who doesn't open his mouth to practice swordsmanship? He's not good enough? You kid can't even catch that Taoist priest's sword. Especially the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism are transcendental people, and what they practice is transcendental. The Dharma does not respect the superiority of force, and does not compete with martial artists for reputation."
Xu Fengnian understood and blurted out: "Is that master from Beiliang Prince's Palace a member of Buddhism and Taoism?"
Because Princess Wu Su believed in Buddhism, Northern Liang had always been tolerant of Buddhism. Maybe there was actually a great monk hiding in the palace of Northern Liang.
Xu Fengnian vaguely felt that he had guessed the answer.
"Being smart, except for Wudang Mountain, is a last resort in Beiliang. Which Buddhist and Taoist family dares to get involved with Beiliang?" Jingzhou replied to Xu Fengnian, and then sighed: "So your father has really saved a lot of money for you. As long as you don’t commit suicide yourself, it will be difficult for you to die."
"Listen to the old guy under the Chao Pavilion, let alone a master. All the masters in your eyes may not be able to catch this old guy's sword."
"If you could invite this old monster out from under Tingchao Pavilion and learn two moves from him, it would be a thousand times better than practicing blindly here."
Of course, it has nothing to do with him whether the old guy will teach Xu Fengnian swordsmanship in a short period of time after inviting Li Chungang out.
Compared with Jiang Ni, Xu Fengnian is really not a swordsman.
Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and asked: "Then you should explain to me first. How does this old guy compare with the old guy from Emperor Wu City?"
Jing Zhou said softly: "Fifty years ago, Wang Xianzhi of Emperor Wu City was no match for that old guy. Fifty years later, this old guy will draw a prison in the Beiliang Prince's Mansion. He is worse than Wang Xianzhi. If you can get him out of the prison, both of you will be safe." People are inseparable.”
Xu Fengnian patted his butt and stood up from the ground, saying proudly: "Let's go back to Beiliang Prince's Mansion now!"
If he can be as close as Wang Xianzhi, then Xu Fengnian will dig a hole out of Emperor Wu's city.
As for whether he could get the old guy out of prison, His Royal Highness, who had always believed that demons could dance in bed and lively creatures under the bed, had never doubted his ability.
