Chapter 65 The uncle of the little master stepped on the crane and the sky, Li Chungang flew his sword and slashed the river.
Generally speaking, Taoist mottos on practicing Taoism in the long run are often deliberately pursuing mysterious words. When ordinary people first read it, they only think that the wonderful and wonderful things are wonderful, and the mysterious and mysterious are even more mysterious. In fact, if there is no real person who has attained enlightenment personally leads the way and teaches specific methods of breathing and urinating the air, in the end, they just go into the mountain without seeing the immortals and return empty-handed. As the saying goes, gods and immortals are unwilling to say clearly, and they have confused thousands of people. This is the truth.
When Xu Fengnian was traveling thousands of miles, she sensed someone walking behind her. At this moment, the only one who dared to come forward to disturb His Highness’s cultivation was Yu Youwei. She held Wu Meiniang and said softly, “Don’t eat anything.”
Xu Fengnian opened her eyes and said um. He glanced at Yu Youwei, and he was really a beauty. Unfortunately, Lu Zu left a poem early to warn his descendants: “The body of the 28-year-old man is like a crisp, and his waist is like a sword to kill an ordinary man. Although he did not see the head fall, he secretly taught you to be depressed.” Xu Fengnian was very helpless about this. He was not Cong Chu’er. From going up the mountain to practicing swords to going down the mountain, he could always sit still without any confusion. This concentration can be seen.
During the meal, only Xu Feng’s old sword god and Wei Shuyang were sitting on the table.
Li Chungang chewed a piece of bread, remembered something, and said casually: “Although I forced the Wu swordsman to retreat, I can come back later, and his realm is very likely to be higher. With that sword, you idiots were just watching the excitement, but that guy could understand some tricks, which would be of great benefit to his swordsmanship practice.”
Xu Fengnian’s face was stiff and she bit her steamed bun hard.
After breakfast, Old Sword God Li spread rice paper in the cabin and smiled at Jiang Ni who was hiding from reading, “Come on, Jiang Yatou, if you don’t learn swords, you won’t learn, but I can teach you how to practice calligraphy.”
Practice calligraphy
Jiang Ni likes it, otherwise he wouldn’t have secretly used branches to draw talismans on the ground in the Beiliang Palace.
But the old man held the pen with one hand, his breath changed completely, and he still smiled and said, “But remember, I will teach you how to practice calligraphy, you can read it, but you are not allowed to learn it!”
Jiang Ni didn’t care, just said lightly.
Xu Fengnian asked the blue bird to warm up a pot of yellow wine and sat alone.
That year, at the head of Emperor Wu’s city, Lao Huang died at the death and was surrounded by Wang Xianzhi, the second-ranked king in the world. Lao Huang just said to the north: “Come, let me drink with you.”
Three large ships entered the lake from the river. The 800-mile Chunshen Lake was vast and the misty waves were vast. This lake accommodates six waters and swallows the river. It has always been a place that military strategists must fight for, but also a tourist destination for tourists. Xu Fengnian stood at the bow of the boat to explain the geographical terrain of Chunshen Lake to Yu Youwei, and accompanied by many military strategies instilled in him by Li Yishan. “Before the Spring and Autumn Period, north and south confronted each other, and they all competed for this place as a stronghold. The control of the Spring God could sail eastward, face high, and seize the world with the posture of a lion fighting against the rabbit. Earlier, if the north wanted to drink horses in the southeast, or the south wanted to raise troops to fight against the north, they had to pass through the 800 miles of Chunshen Lake, three cities, three passes and three mountains, and had always been military strategists.Attention. The three cities are also the most important, Xiangfan, Xingyang and Wuling. In terms of the world, the most important is Xiangfan, the southeast is Xingyang, and the most important is Wuling. Xiangfan has always been said to be the world’s waist. When the Three Kingdoms fought here, Wang Mingyang, an old minister of Western Chu, was ordered to become the governor of Xiangfan County, resisted Xu Xiao’s 100,000 troops and defended him for three years. Later, Western Chu was destroyed and Western Shu was destroyed. The Jixia scholar from Shangyin Academy still vowed not to surrender. The city cannibals, and Wang Mingyang even cooked and killed his wife and children with his own hands. Three years later, the city was broken, and there were only less than 10,000 people in Xiangfan, leaving less than 10,000, making it a ghost city. It is said that ten years after the city was broken, there were still tens of thousands of lonely ghosts who refused to leave the city and wailed every night. The dynasty had to let the head of Longhu Mountain Tianshi to go to Xiangfan in person and set up a Zhoutian ceremony, with the scattered ceremony of 36,500, which was a feat that unprecedented and unparalleled. This offensive and defensive battle made Wang Mingyang the title of the first defender in the Spring and Autumn Period. Even Xu Xiao admired him. He was only successful and fame, but he brought 200,000 people to be buried with him. Wang Mingyang will be a controversial figure in another thousand years. “
Yu Youwei said in fear: “We won’t go to Xiangfan, right?”