Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

They looked at the royal power in front of them, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

"Brother." Yang Yitan spoke first, with golden light flowing in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Wang Quanbaiye's mood at the moment.

Wang Quan Baiye looked around at everyone, his eyes filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to break our five-year agreement."

"It's okay, boss. It's just a five-year agreement. At worst, we can do it again!" Li Quzhuo smiled and said casually.

But his eyes revealed his inner worry.

Qing Muyuan took a step forward, and Yu Ruyi radiated a soft light: "Brother, you are now the head of the Wangquan family. We understand your difficulties."

Mu Shenqi also patted Wang Quanbaiye's shoulder heavily: "If you need any help, just ask!"

Wang Quan Baiye's throat rolled and his eyes felt slightly hot.

He knew that these brothers and sisters were supporting him in their own way.

Faced with successive blows - the loss of the royal sword, the death of his father, and the pressure of succeeding the head of the family - if he had not had these close friends by his side, he would probably have collapsed long ago.

"Thank you." Wang Quan Baiye's voice was a little choked, but he soon regained his firmness.

"Once I have taken care of my family affairs, I will definitely fight alongside you again."

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Time flies, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, waves of pine trees are heard.

Wang Quan Baiye and Butler Fei stood side by side, looking up at the misty mountain top.

At this time, Wang Quan Baiye had changed out of his mourning clothes, and a black robe made him look even more calm.

The purpose of this trip is to inform his master Zhang Sanfeng that he is about to go to Shenhuoshan Villa to propose marriage.

He felt that the other party was his master after all, so he must inform him of such a big event as a wedding.

"Master, let's go up the mountain." Butler Fei reminded softly.

Wang Quan Baiye nodded and was about to take a step when a figure suddenly appeared in front of the mountain path.

Zhang Fuyao held a whisk in his hand and looked at them with a complicated expression.

"You two, please stop." Zhang Fuyao's voice was calm without a trace of emotion.

Wang Quan Baiye and Butler Fei were both stunned.

Wang Quan Baiye stepped forward and saluted: "Master, what is going on?"

Zhang Fuyao's gaze lingered on Wang Quan Baiye for a long time, and he finally sighed: "I know what you mean by this. You don't need to go to Wudang."

He paused, his voice growing heavier. "From today on, you, Wang Quan Baiye, are no longer a disciple of my Wudang sect! Go back to where you came from."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, shaking Wang Quanbaiye all over.

He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe his ears: "Master, you are..."

Butler Fei also hurried forward: "Master Zhang, is there any misunderstanding here...?"

Zhang Fu shook his head, his eyes never leaving Wang Quan Baiye: "The master has ordered that from now on, you, Wang Quan Baiye, will only be Wang Quan Baiye, and no longer be his disciple!"

Chapter 194 Wedding Ceremony

"No, impossible!" Wang Quan Baiye suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"I want to see Master! I want to see Master!"

His voice echoed through the valley, startling a flock of birds.

But Zhang Fuyao just stood there quietly, with a trace of pity in his eyes, but he still shook his head firmly.

"Master..." Butler Fei worriedly supported the crumbling royal power.

After a long time, Wang Quanheye finally calmed down, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."

As he turned around, Wang Quan Baiye suddenly stopped.

Under the gaze of Butler Fei, he slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times towards the peak of Wudang Mountain.

Every time he kowtowed, his forehead touched the ground, making a dull sound.

When he raised his head again, blood was already oozing from his forehead.

"I will never forget the kindness of Master's teachings." Wang Quan Baiye said in a low voice, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

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On a cliff not far away, Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his white beard fluttering in the wind.

His deep gaze pierced through the clouds and mist, taking in everything below the mountain.

Zhang Fuyao had been standing behind him without him knowing when, his eyes full of confusion.

"Grandmaster, why do you have to do this?" Zhang Fuyao couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Sanfeng did not answer immediately, but looked at Wang Quanbaiye's departing back until the stubborn figure disappeared at the end of the winding mountain road.

"Now he is the head of the Wangquan family," Zhang Sanfeng finally spoke, with an imperceptible sigh in his voice.

"It takes a real person to forge ahead."

Zhang Fuyao pondered: "Are you forcing him to grow up?"

"The young eagle must eventually leave the nest." Zhang Sanfeng turned around, his clothes fluttering.

"I have taught him everything I can. He has to walk the rest of the way on his own."

The mountain wind howled, as if putting an end to this relationship between master and disciple.

A hint of relief flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes - the three kowtows given by the stubborn young man at the end proved that he had not misjudged him.

......

On the way down the mountain, Wang Quan Baiye remained silent.

Butler Fei followed carefully behind him, not daring to disturb him.

It was not until the foot of the mountain that the king's hegemony suddenly came to a halt.

"Mr. Fei." His voice was unusually calm.

"Go back home first and prepare the betrothal gifts, then wait for me to come back."

Butler Fei was startled: "Master, where are you going?"

"Going to meet a friend!"

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At Guanjiangkou, Qingyuan Palace appears and disappears in the morning light.

Wang Quanbaiye walked up the dew-soaked stone steps alone.

After parting with Butler Fei, he went straight here, wanting to see Gu Yi who was still "sleeping" in the tombstone.

However, when he entered Guanjiangkou, he saw an unexpected but reasonable figure - Yang Jian.

The young man was sitting in the pavilion, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and his eyes were shining with a faint silver light in the morning light.

"Yang Jian, you... are back!" Wang Quan Baiye stopped outside the pavilion, his voice filled with unconcealed surprise.

Yang Jian didn't even raise his head, but just raised his hand gently: "Sit down."

Wang Quan Baiye hesitated for a moment, but still walked into the pavilion.

He looked at the mysterious young man carefully. After five years, Yang Jian's temperament became even more unfathomable. Some strange patterns could be vaguely seen on his silver robe, like traces left by countless fierce battles.

The aroma of tea wafted from the stone table. Yang Jian gracefully poured a cup of tea for Wang Quan Baiye, then slowly spoke: "He can't see you now."

Wang Quan Baiye was shocked and immediately understood that Yang Jian was referring to Gu Yi.

He was about to ask further, but Yang Jian seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "There are some things I can't tell you now. You will know them naturally when you reach this level."

These words made Wang Quan Baiye frown.

Ever since he passed through the South Country and then explored it for so many years, he vaguely felt that there were greater secrets hidden behind this world.

Especially the "outside circle" that is strictly guarded by the Taoist Alliance.

"Where have you been all these years?" Wang Quan Baiye couldn't help but ask.

Yang Jian picked up the teacup and looked into the distance through the steaming steam: "I went to a place and promised someone that I would guard it for a while."

He took a sip of his tea. "But it's too early for you."

The pavilion fell into silence, with only the faint sounds of birdsong and flowing water in the mountains.

Wang Quan Baiye stared at his reflection in the tea and suddenly felt that the truth of the world was right in front of him.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Wang Quan Baiye broke the silence, his voice a little dry.

Yang Jian turned his head, a golden light flashing in his eyes: "I don't know, but it's highly likely that he won't stay in Guanjiangkou forever."

He paused, "What's the matter?"

Wang Quan Baiye took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to Shenhuoshan Villa to propose marriage... If possible, I'd like to invite you to attend my wedding later."

This invitation seemed to be beyond Yang Jian's expectations. He was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Okay, I will definitely go to show my support when the time comes."

The tea is cold and the words are finished.

Wang Quan Baiye stood up to say goodbye, but at that moment, Yang Jian suddenly called out to him, "Hey, don't forget the agreement between you and me!"

Wang Quan Baiye paused, and the ambitious agreement made five years ago flashed through his mind.

He turned around, the confusion in his eyes gone, replaced by a long-lost fighting spirit: "Of course, wait for me."

Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction, raised his teacup and drank it all: "I look forward to it."

When we left Qingyuan Palace, the sun had already risen completely.

Wang Quan Baiye stood in front of the mountain gate and looked back. The silver-robed young man in the pavilion had disappeared. Only the teacup that was still warm proved that the conversation just now was not an illusion.

"Yang Jian...what are you planning?" Wang Quan Baiye muttered to himself, then shook his head and strode down the mountain.

Now he has more important things to do.

The mountain breeze blew away the last trace of tea fragrance.

In an unnoticed corner, Yang Jian's figure appeared again. He looked at Wang Quanbaiye's receding back, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

"Grow up quickly..." His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"I hope there won't be any more regrets like in the original novel, otherwise I won't have that much time to rescue you."

The waterfall at Guanjiangkou is still flowing, as if witnessing the choices and destinies of the most outstanding young people of this era.

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Not long after, Wang Quan Baiye brought Wang Quan's family and others as well as the Masked Group to Shenhuoshan Villa to present the betrothal gifts and propose marriage.

The wedding date of Wang Quan Baiye and Dongfang Huaizhu was set for one month later.

Wang Quan Baiye, the head of the Wang Quan family, married the eldest daughter of Shenhuoshan Villa. Such a major event naturally attracted the attention of the world.

Chapter 195: Southern Kingdom, Encounter with the Princess

There was drizzle in the southern sky, and the bluestone road was shining with a moist luster.

Yang Jian was strolling on the streets of a border town, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

After attending the grand wedding of Wang Quan Baiye and Dongfang Huaizhu, he left the territory of the Dao League alone and came to this remote southern border.

Almost every journey in his life would give him different insights.

Lu Zu, the Sword God, and Emperor Wu all experienced and felt different things.

"Sir, please come in!" The waiter greeted warmly at the door of a small inn called "Zuixianju".