Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

"The third one is you." Zhang Fuyao smiled mysteriously, "As for the second one... I believe you will be able to meet him soon."

Wang Quan Baiye's heart moved when he heard this: "Is that person in Wudang now?"

But Zhang Fuyao just smiled and said nothing.

But this also further confirms the speculation of royal hegemony.

Then the two of them arrived at the top of Wudang Mountain.

What comes into view is the Wudang martial arts arena.

As soon as he arrived at the martial arts arena, Wang Quan Baiye immediately felt the terrifying atmosphere.

"How could such a terrifying aura permeate this place?"

The sharp-eyed Wang Quan Baiye could tell at a glance that this martial arts arena had definitely experienced a great war, and the aura of both sides of that war still lingered here.

"This is the place where the final battle took place between Sword God Li Chungang and Martial Emperor Wang Xianzhi!"

But Wang Quan Baiye frowned and retorted, "But I remember that the final battle between the Sword God and the Martial Emperor was not held in the Martial Emperor City in the East China Sea?"

Chapter 149 The founder of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng!

Zhang Fuyao did not explain immediately, but stood in front of the Sun Viewing Cliff with his hands behind his back. His fingertips gently brushed across the sword mark on the cliff that was more than three inches deep, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He turned to look at the young man beside him, his eyes filled with guidance and expectation.

Seeing this, Wang Quan Baiye also took a few steps forward and looked at the sword mark carefully.

Although the edge of the mark has been eroded by time, it is still as sharp as yesterday, as if the sword intent of that year has not dissipated yet.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with doubt.

Zhang Fuyao raised his hand and gently stroked the sword mark, his tone full of emotion: "Back then, Sword God Li Chungang's sword was broken right here by the Trojan Horse and Ox."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Quan Baiye felt a sudden shock in his heart.

He had naturally heard of the reputation of the Trojan Horse and Ox, which was a magical weapon that was as famous as his own Royal Sword.

At this moment, he subconsciously tightened the royal sword in his hand.

Thinking about how the Wooden Horse Ox, which was as famous as the Wang Quan Sword, could be broken by Wang Xianzhi, if he went to challenge Wang Xianzhi in the future, would the Wang Quan Sword in his hand be able to withstand such power?

This thought flashed through his mind, making him feel a little nervous.

Zhang Fuyao seemed to sense his thoughts, but didn't say much. He just smiled softly and continued, "Besides, this is where your father, Wang Quan Shouzhuo, and Li Chungang first fought."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan Baiye immediately shifted his gaze away from the sword mark and turned to look at Zhang Fuyao, his eyes full of curiosity.

He actually didn't know much about his father's past, because no matter how he asked his father, he was always vague and perfunctory.

Zhang Fuyao saw the curiosity in his eyes and explained with a smile, "Your father's talent is considered the highest since your Wang Quan family ancestor Wang Quan Wumu! It's a pity that he met Li Chungang in the way of swordsmanship."

There was a hint of regret in his voice, as if he felt sorry for Wang Quan's clumsiness.

Afterwards, Zhang Fuyao took Wang Quanbaiye on a tour around Wudang Mountain.

Wherever he went, Zhang Fuyao would tell him some related stories from the past.

Wang Quan Baiye listened quietly, and felt even more awe and yearning for the mysterious Wudang Mountain in his heart.

Before I knew it, the sun had already set.

Zhang Fuyao stopped, turned to look at Wang Quan Baiye, and said, "Let's go, your master has been waiting for you for a long time."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Quanbaiye suddenly felt confused.

He looked at Zhang Fuyao, his eyes full of confusion: "Master, what do you mean...?"

Zhang Fuyao looked at his bewildered expression and couldn't help but laugh. A sly glint flashed in his eyes, "You'll know when the time comes."

Having said that, he turned and walked forward, leaving Wang Quan Baiye standing there in a daze for a long time before he hurriedly caught up.

The two men passed through a dense bamboo forest and came to a courtyard on the back mountain of Wudang.

Zhang Fuyao raised his hand and gently pushed open the gate, and an ancient atmosphere blew in his face.

What caught their eyes was an old man sitting at a stone table.

The old man was wearing a gray Taoist robe, his hair and beard were snow-white, but he looked energetic.

He was sipping his tea quietly, as if he had expected them to come.

Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the two of them, his gaze lingering on Wang Quan Baiye for a moment, then he smiled and nodded, saying, "Indeed, you are born with a swordsman's heart. If nothing unexpected happens, you will definitely become a powerful demon king in the future."

His voice was steady and powerful, with a hint of indifference that came from someone who had seen through the world.

Wang Quan Baiye was shocked again when he heard this.

He looked at Zhang Fuyao doubtfully, his eyes full of questions.

Zhang Fuyao saw this and said, "Let me introduce you. This is your future master. He also has another identity—the founder of our Wudang Sect, Master Sanfeng."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Quan Baiye felt as if his brain had gone blank.

He widened his eyes and looked at the old man in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing but unable to utter a word.

Of course he knew the four words "Master Sanfeng", a legendary figure who founded the Wudang Sect. Moreover, the other party had an even more famous master, Lu Zu!

But now, someone told him that the kind and amiable old man in front of him was actually the legendary Sanfeng Zhenren?

He could understand every word, but when they were read out together, he just couldn't believe it.

Neither Zhang Fuyao nor Zhang Sanfeng disturbed Wang Quanbaiye, but just looked at him quietly, allowing him to digest this shocking news.

They knew that anyone would need some time to recover after hearing such news.

Time passed minute by minute, and the yard was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

After a long while, Wang Quan Baiye finally spoke, his voice trembling a little: "Master, is this really the Immortal Sanfeng?"

"It's genuine." Zhang Fuyao said with a smile, with some certainty in his eyes.

"But wasn't Master Sanfeng a person who lived five hundred years ago? How could he survive until now?" Wang Quan Baiye questioned. He couldn't believe that a person who lived five hundred years ago could survive until now. This was simply beyond his understanding.

Throughout history, even those as powerful as Lu Zu and Sword God Li Chungang have not been able to survive for so long!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and took out a sword from somewhere.

As soon as the sword came out, a terrifying power emanated, as if even the air was about to be torn apart by this power.

Wang Quan Baiye only felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He widened his eyes and looked at the sword. He felt that the sharpness of this sword was far beyond the Wang Quan Sword in his hand!

"Boy, do you recognize this sword?" Zhang Sanfeng's voice sounded with a hint of testing.

Wang Quan Baiye swallowed hard, staring intently at the sword, and asked in a trembling voice, "What is this...?"

"This sword is called... Qingming." Zhang Sanfeng said slowly, "It is the sword of my master Lu Zu."

After hearing the words "Lü Zu's sword", Wang Quan Baiye felt even more shocked.

Of course he had heard of the reputation of the Qingming Sword!

After all, the only sword in the world that can surpass the sharpness of Wang Quan Sword is the Qingming Sword.

Of course, there was originally a Trojan Horse Ox, but unfortunately it is broken.

However, Wang Quan Baiye still couldn't figure out how Zhang Sanfeng had survived from five hundred years ago to the present.

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a puzzled expression, his eyes full of questions.

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to see his confusion, sighed softly, and said, "I live in this Qingming Sword as a soul, which is why I have been able to survive to this day."

There was a hint of emotion in his voice, as if he was telling the vicissitudes of the past five hundred years.

If the soul lives in the sword, then it is equivalent to the sword spirit!

Wang Quanbaye thought that such things only existed in legends, but he never thought that they actually existed.

Chapter 150 Born with a Sword Heart!

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng in front of him, and the shock in his heart could not be described in words.

"Child, you are born with a sword heart, which is a rare talent." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Wang Quanbaiye with some expectation in his eyes.

"Now, Wudang needs a descendant to inherit its legacy! So, are you willing to become my disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan Baiye couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

Because he still hasn't accepted this.

He was silent for a while, thinking for a long time.

Finally, he looked up at Zhang Sanfeng, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "Master, I am willing to become a disciple of Wudang, but... my king power..."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, joining my Wudang sect won't hinder you from revitalizing the Wang Quan family!

My Wudang and your Wangquan Sword Dao are of the same origin. If you can integrate the two, your future achievements in the sword path will surely be limitless."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan Baiye's doubts immediately dissipated a lot.

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng with eyes full of reverence, then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times respectfully: "Disciple Wang Quan Baiye, I pay my respects to Master!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily upon seeing this, and reached out to help him up: "Good, good! From today on, you are my disciple, Zhang Sanfeng! After you complete the apprenticeship ceremony tomorrow, I will begin to teach you my unique skills."

Inside the dilapidated temple, the dim candlelight flickered, illuminating several young and tired faces.

The members of the Masked Group returned from the various Demon King territories one after another. At this moment, they were gathering in twos and threes, whispering about what they had seen and heard during their trip.

"Strange, why haven't my brother and the others come back yet?" Deng Qiyue stood at the door of the dilapidated temple, looking out constantly.

Ji Wuji leaned against a broken pillar and said, "With Big Brother's strength, there shouldn't be any accidents."

As they were talking, two familiar figures appeared outside the temple gate.

Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo walked in, exhausted, with traces of battle on their clothes.

"Free! Free from turbidity!" Everyone gathered around in surprise, but soon found something wrong - Wang Quan Baiye was not with them.

Yang Yitan was the first to react, frowning slightly: "Why are there only two of you? Where's my eldest brother?"

Wang Quanzui squeezed out of the crowd and asked anxiously, "Yes, why didn't my brother come back with you?"

The dilapidated temple suddenly became quiet, and everyone's attention was focused on the Li brothers.

Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo looked at each other. The former took a deep breath and began to tell about their experiences in the South.

"We encountered Huandu Qingtian..." Li Zizai's voice was low and clear. "At this critical moment, Yang Jian appeared."

"Yang Jian?!" everyone exclaimed in unison.

Yang Yitan also exclaimed: "My brother?"

Li Quzhuo nodded.

As the Li brothers spoke, the atmosphere in the dilapidated temple became more and more solemn.

When talking about Wang Quan Baiye leaving alone due to an emergency at home, Yang Yitan's expression became extremely complicated.

After a moment of thought, Yang Yitan's tone changed from surprise at the beginning to now very calm.

As the person who knew Yang Jian best among those present, he was well aware of how terrifyingly powerful his younger brother was.

Wang Quanzui frowned and said, "That shouldn't be the case. If there really was an emergency at home, I wouldn't be unaware of it."

Her words made everyone's heart tighten, and an ominous premonition spread in the air.

Seeing this, Yang Yitan immediately stepped forward to reassure everyone: "Alright, stop guessing! Big Brother is stronger than any of us, he'll be fine."

"Yes." Wang Quanzui suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

"With my brother's strength, he'll be fine! I'll go home and see if there's anything important going on."

After some discussion, everyone decided to disband temporarily and regroup after Wang Quan Baiye returned.

Before leaving, Yang Yi sighed and said, "Just relax during this time. If anything comes up, we'll contact you again!"

As the companions left one by one, the dilapidated temple soon returned to its former silence.

Yang Yitan was the last one to leave. He stood at the temple gate, looking at the darkening sky, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

Just as he was about to fly away, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the third eye on his forehead.

Yang Yitan looked up suddenly and saw a golden light streaking across the night sky and flying into the distance at an astonishing speed.