Chapter 333: There are people who even deceive Daoists!

Xuan.

Left 【altar】, indicating sacrifices, emperors, clan incense.

Right 【four, feather】, indicating flying birds, feather ornaments, military attire, also indicating four-directional accessibility, a destiny of venturing far and wide.

According to reason, this character——

If one asks about family fortune, the left side (altar) guards ancestors, the right side (feather) has continuous lineage, the clan's foundation is deep and passed down generations; if one asks about career, the right side (feather) signifies high flight, suitable for going out, official duties, bustling about, not suitable to stay in one place; if one asks about luck, left auspicious, right movement, first receiving help from nobles, then relying on one's own talent to spread wings, the more bustling, the more gains; if one asks about disposition, thoughts are delicate, valuing righteousness, cherishing family, having a proud bone, naturally bearing dignity, disliking restraint.

In other words, it's an auspicious character.

However, however, the problem lies——

This character is too difficult to write.

Indeed, the problem is that this character is too difficult to write.

This 'difficult to write' does not refer to those who can write.

But rather, to the myriad common folk.

The common folk are ignorant and benighted, just as in the earlier legend of the feather rabbit's ascension, they dared not say 【rabbit】 and only dared say 【feather】.

Perhaps, the story back then was not so simple either.

But they will beautify and simplify memory, until all context is smoothed into a simple story that is easy to recite.

For example......

For example......

Alternatively, a simpler way to put it is: nowadays, if a celebrity does something great on Feather Mountain, it gets spread......

In the celebrity's name, there just happens to be an 'xuan' character, and the common folk usually can't tell which 'xuan' it is.

And coincidentally, among the readings of the 'xuan' character, the most widely cited xuan happens to be the mysterious 'xuan'.

Feather Mountain could be named after that feather rabbit, and later be renamed for some event; that would naturally be nothing.

This is also not Fusuz talking nonsense.

He hasn't encountered the Empress while traveling south and north, but he has encountered many similar matters——

For example, not far from Guangzhou Prefecture, there is a Luxuriant Fame City.

This is because it was set up in memory of the Western Jin Daoist Pan Mao Ming; this person was a renowned physician of South of the Ridges, who saved the world, helped people, did good deeds, and thus has been passed down by word of mouth among later generations.

The common folk, for various reasons, abandoned the 'Pan' and chose the more euphonious 'Mao Ming', thus giving rise to this Luxuriant Fame City.

Another example, in central Jin there is also a place established in memory of Jie Zitui, but due to circumstances only the two characters 'Jie Xiu' remain, forming Jie Rest County......

It can be said that this naming method is actually quite common.

Only in this way can we explain why Feather Mountain remains Feather Mountain to this day, rather than the Xuan Feather Mountain that Xuanjian spoke of.

Because according to Xuanjian, the Mustard Seed Realm she is in is actually already a thousand years later.

What she has learned has indeed undergone a certain degree of 'embellishment'......

Hateful.

Hateful.

Unexpectedly, I was almost deceived again by Xuanjian!

Yuan Long could not possibly have died in Xuan Feather Mountain!

Yuan Long absolutely could not have died in Xuan Feather Mountain!

The identity of the Empress's son destined him to be a cut above.

There is a very simple principle——

If Yuan Long truly died together with everyone else in Xuan Feather Mountain......

Later generations mentioning this place would surely think of Yuan Long first, not whatever 'Xuan'!

Whether called 'Yuan Feather Mountain' or 'Prince's Mausoleum', both are more credible than 'Xuan Feather Mountain'.

But later generations only commemorated 'Xuan', which can only prove that the person with the greatest fame or greatest effect in Feather Mountain at that time......

Was very likely only Xuan Feixing.

But why, when a group of people were all in Feather Mountain, only Xuan Feixing left a name?

Could it be......

Could it be, as the storybooks say, that Xuan Feixing killed seven in and seven out in the enemy army, rescuing Yuan Long?

That's too shocking; who would believe it if said aloud......

Fucuzi shook his head wildly, yet when he looked at Xuan Feixing with his tousled fuzzy hair, his gaze paused again——

Not far away, Xuan Feixing stood in the woods, silent and taciturn.

His posture was always ramrod straight, showing no slack, bearing a pressing chill.

Clad head to toe in dark tight-fitting attire, it accentuated the youth's firm and upright figure, broad shoulders, trimmed waist and abdomen, harboring latent power ready to erupt.

His facial lines were cold and hard, brows sharp, eyes perpetually veiled with a layer of ice; usually silent and reserved, his whole person exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay......

That instant, just that instant, Fucuzi couldn't help but recall the scene where the other party, with thunderous force, sent the provocateur flying.

At that time, heaven was calm and earth was still.

Under Xuan Feixing's strike, that provocateur's visage easily twisted into an unthinkably grotesque expression.

To be frank, this person being able to reach this level today......

Tomorrow killing seven in and seven out, what's strange about that?

Fucuzi stared straight at the silhouette not far away, walking in a daze, unaware that the Xuan Feixing he was staring at was desperately suppressing his own gooseflesh——

Killing.

Xuan Feixing truly wanted to kill.

What on earth is the person the Witch Ancestress tasked him to look after!?

Earlier, when he lifted and embraced me, I seemed to lose my senses.

Now it's fine, yet he actually keeps staring at me like that!

Is it just because he gave me a surname? What the hell does this stinking Daoist want? Why does he stare at me with such disgusting eyes?

Could it be......

This little Daoist, swings both ways?!

That's unacceptable!

The Shaman Ancestor summoned him to serve; he ought to devote his whole body and soul to her! How can he like someone else?

The more Xuan Feixing looked at the person before him, the more his stomach churned.

What's worse, as the two stared at each other, they each felt they understood the other's thoughts, and in the very next instant they spoke in unison——

"You brat, are you into the cut-sleeve habit?"

"Chicken Hair Brother, you really are a great hero!"

Silence, a deathly silence.

After several breaths, a hint of doubt appeared on the Gatherer's extremely youthful doll-like face.

"Chicken Hair Brother, what did you just say? (? °? °?)"

What does "are you into the cut-sleeve habit?" mean?

No, no, no!

Those who enter the Dao cannot marry, cannot develop feelings!

Perhaps some fire-dwelling Daoists have exceptions of marrying and having children, but if one truly seeks the supreme Dao, how could there be any bonds?

He even kept praising Chicken Hair Brother as a great hero!

As a result, when Chicken Hair Brother opened his mouth, he actually said this about him......

That's really infuriating!

The Gatherer finally, belatedly, felt a spark of anger, puffing and panting as he climbed up from the ground and dove into the carriage.

Immediately, a muffled cry like the sound of a kitchen water pot heating up came from inside the carriage.

"I'm single-mindedly working for the Empress—how could you think of me like that—waaah——(iДi)"

"Waaah waaah (; へ:)—waaah o(╥﹏╥)o—waaah (╥╯^╰╥)—"

The crying startled the birds in the dense forest.

Xuan Feixing stood where he was, still holding his arms crossed, but he was already dumbfounded.

He is still young, his stature, physique, and skills having only been properly nurtured after the Shaman Ancestor rescued him earlier.

A year ago, he was still a little boy nearly two heads shorter than now, and indeed......

He truly had never encountered such a thing before.

After thinking left and right, the gloom on Xuan Feixing's face reading 'Why am I not dead yet?' grew deeper, yet he gritted his teeth, approached the carriage side, and hesitated before tapping the wall with the whip tip——

Tap tap tap.

Three soft sounds, and in return came a louder wail; Xuan Feixing couldn't hold back, instinctively retracting his hand.

To say he's not flustered is definitely false.

However, at that very moment, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a inkstone fallen near his feet, dropped carelessly by the Gatherer.

This item, the Gatherer never parts with; if I recall correctly, he even clutched it to his chest in his dreams, murmuring its name as......

Profound Mirror?

?? This chapter is also entitled 'How Dare You Sully My Reputation Out of Thin Air', 'If You Anger Me, I'll Fluffily Walk Away', 'Only Regret That Time Cannot Flow Backward'.

? The two members of the fervent fan group have always been both joking and doing big deeds~