Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

The two lion dance teams met face to face. Sister Mu's team had already lowered the lion's head, but the opposing team not only did not lower their heads, but instead raised the lion's head even higher and stood it up.

Sister Mu's group was filled with righteous indignation for a moment.

This group of people had traveled countless miles over mountains and valleys, fought tigers and killed wolves, and even dared to be reckless when they encountered low-level monsters. They all had a bit of a bloodthirsty spirit.

Seeing that the lion dance team opposite was not appreciative, the drummer in front, who was playing the Three Stars Drum, was itching to change the drumbeat at any moment and switch to the Seven Stars War Drum.

Once the Seven Star Drum sounds, there's no need for the Four Directions Step to clear the way; both sides have to bring out their real weapons and test each other's abilities.

Their lion dance team hasn't been established for long, and they haven't quite figured out many of the rules yet.

Sister Mu was different; she was the one who formed the lion dance team, and she knew all the rules by heart.

Seeing the lion's head raised high on the opposite side, it immediately understood—this was indicating that it was a local lion.

But just because Sister Mu knows doesn't mean everyone understands. Besides, the two lion dancers, Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang, are both hot-tempered.

Zhu Wuyao heard her mutter "Oh no!" and immediately started beating the Three Star Drum loudly to suppress the team, fearing that her side might not know the rules and mistakenly think that the other side was provoking them.

Sister Mu turned around and urgently instructed the people around her:

"Find a way to tell Dazhuang and Erzhuang that they are locals, and that we, the lions passing by, must bow our heads first!"

However, before the message could be delivered, Da Zhuang, the lion head of the half-baked lion dance troupe, secretly peeked outside.

This glance is quite remarkable.

What a good grandson! Your great-grandfather almost crawled on the ground to get past you, you guys really made a big show of it!

Not only are they not giving me face, but this lion's tail supporting the lion's head, are they trying to ascend to the clouds?

Da Zhuang immediately straightened his back, crossed his legs and swung his arms, waving the lion head with considerable majesty.

Passersby, enjoying the spectacle, clapped and cheered.

Only Sister Mu, who was beating the drum at the back, felt a sinking feeling in her heart. She seemed to pause at the sound of the drumming opposite her, as if asking, "Are you sure?" "Are you serious?"

Not content with showing off his own prowess, Da Zhuang shouted:

"Second brother, let's show them what we're capable of!"

Erzhuang slowly raised his head, glanced at it, and then also perked up.

Finally, after Sister Mu and her group relentlessly provoked them, the lion dance team on the other side also lost their temper and was about to turn into a menacing Seven Star Drum.

Sister Mu is indeed a seasoned veteran.

Seeing that the lion dance in front of her was beyond saving and that the other side's anger had reached its peak, she knew that explaining that it was "just a misunderstanding" would be pointless at this point.

When lion dance troupes are collecting lucky money, they are endearing and festive, but when other lion dance troupes meet them, they are seen as obstacles to their path to wealth.

In the world of martial arts, who doesn't carry a knife at all?

She said in a deep voice, "Things have come to this point, we have no choice but to resort to that move!"

Zhu Wuyao had been keeping a close eye on the situation, wondering what level of intervention he should take if a fight broke out. Hearing this, he became somewhat curious.

I wonder what kind of killer move "this move" is?

"Big sister! Are you really going to do this?"

"Stop talking nonsense, or it'll be too late!"

The young man quickly ran to the front of the line and soon returned with a powerful weapon.

The two lions had barely made three sounds of the Seven Star Drum on the opposite side before they had to hastily retreat without even taking a step forward.

Between the two lion dance troupes, their fighting spirits boiling, stood a four- or five-year-old lion cub, shaking its head and swaying.

He led the team alone, showing no stage fright whatsoever.

Single-handedly, he stopped the conflict between two lion dance teams. With a kick and a sway of his tail, he was both impressive and incredibly cute.

They seemed to think they were very impressive.

This time, Sister Mu finally seized the opportunity to stop Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang, and told them that raising the lion's head high meant it was a local lion and that it would only lower its head when they got close, and that it wasn't a deliberate provocation.

Upon hearing this, Dazhuang and Erzhuang realized that there had been a misunderstanding and quickly lay back down.

Upon seeing this scene, the aggressive demeanor of the opposing side vanished, and the Seven Star Drum reverted to the Three Star Drum.

A fierce battle was averted without a trace.

Sister Mu said with a touch of pride, "Every profession has its own rules, but no one can bypass the most basic principles of morality!"

"With everyone watching, if a four- or five-year-old kid like us, just learning a skill, stands in the middle of the road, which elder would dare to bully us?"

On the path of inheritance, the younger generation respects the older generation, and the older generation also makes way for the younger generation.

This has always been the case for any trade that has a good tradition.

Zhu Wuyao was greatly shocked. So this is what a seasoned veteran is like. Not only do they know the rules, but they can also outmaneuver them.

Just as things seemed to be returning to peace, harmony, and joy, a sudden change occurred—

Suddenly, a black lion dance appeared over Sister Mu's side!

The black lion dance is lifted up by one person, who lightly steps on the drum surface and leaps high into the air, flipping and pouncing in the air, which is exceptionally graceful and agile.

The passersby cheered even more, shouting "Bravo!" and the crowd was in high spirits!

"This out-of-town lion dance troupe is really something, they've gone straight for a black lion!"

"Hahaha, who says otherwise? With the Black Lion here, they're practically challenging us!"

"How many years has it been since we've seen anything like this?"

……

Sister Mu's drumsticks fell to the ground. If she said it was all a misunderstanding now, would the other side still believe her...?

Zhu Wuyao was also stunned for a moment. She slowly raised her hand and slapped her forehead with a helpless expression.

Ye Xiaozhou really knows how to pick his timing.

Seeing that the spark was about to be extinguished, they rushed to add fuel to the fire.

The lion dance troupe opposite them was being provoked again and again, and they were about to lose their temper.

Zhu Wuyao quickly got up and leaped out, arriving next to the black lion.

"Ye Xiaozhou, stop playing around, or we'll start fighting!"

With a nimble flip, the black lion, a cultivator, displayed a skill far more agile and graceful than that of a martial artist, earning thunderous applause.

She was getting into the swing of things when Zhu Wuyao stopped her, and she said with some displeasure:

"so what?"

This confident rhetorical question left Zhu Wuyao speechless.

If a fight really breaks out, Ye Xiaozhou can resolve the conflict on his own. Otherwise, what if he just walks away?

This small incident seemed to reveal to Zhu Wuyao the differences in their values.

Zhu Wuyao didn't let go. Ye Xiaozhou seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and asked in return:

"When you need me to kill someone, my capricious actions are good; when they are of no benefit to you, I feel that I am only causing trouble?"

After saying this, Ye Xiaozhou lifted the lion's head and somewhat boredly pushed the black lion to Zhu Wuyao.

Zhu Wuyao hurriedly took the set of equipment, and saw Ye Xiaozhou walk away with his back to her, snapping his fingers.

A dazzling display of fireworks exploded in the clear sky.

Even during the day, the fireworks conjured by magic still shone brightly in the night sky, bursting forth with dazzling light, like flowers in full bloom.

The next instant, it vanished into specks of light.

The fireworks, blooming in succession and fading away one by one, were brief yet magnificent, attracting everyone's attention.

Zhu Wuyao looked up, then came to her senses, but Ye Xiaozhou was nowhere to be seen.