Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

"Qin Lan is young, don't mind it." Dongfang Huaizhu felt a little embarrassed.

Wang Quan Baiye held his wife's hand and sat down on the stone bench. "How could that be? It's me who disturbed your sister's reunion."

A breeze blew by, and the bamboo leaves rustled slightly.

Wang Quan Baiye looked at the clouds rolling in the distance and whispered, "Huaizhu, do you remember what I said, that when we come back from the outer circle, we will have a child?"

Dongfang Huaizhu's body stiffened, and two red clouds suddenly flew up on his cheeks: "Why, why are you suddenly saying this..."

Seeing her bewildered look, Wang Quan Baiye couldn't help laughing: "Why are you so nervous?"

"How could I!" Dongfang Huaizhu subconsciously touched his hot face, causing the other party to laugh.

Wang Quan Baiye took her into his arms and said sternly, "I plan to go to Wudi City to retrieve the Wangquan Sword. Before that..."

He paused. "I think we should have a baby. After all, you've been married to me for five years."

"Besides, my father-in-law also wants to hold his grandson."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Huaizhu buried her face in his chest and said "hmm" softly.

She actually wanted a child for a long time, but Wang Quan Baiye was obsessed with cultivation before.

She also knew how much pressure the other person was under, so she never mentioned it, let alone complained.

Instead, stay with each other wholeheartedly.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to bring it up, she naturally wants to do it.

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After leaving Shenhuoshan Villa, Dongfang Huaizhu and Wang Quan Baiye returned to Wang Quan's home.

Then, after the joint efforts of Wang Quan Baiye and Dongfang Huaizhu, Dongfang Huaizhu became pregnant in just three months.

On this day, the Wang Quan family specially invited a highly respected old doctor to take Dongfang Huaizhu's pulse.

The old man had white hair and beard and a kind expression. He gently took Dongfang Huaizhu's pulse, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes with a relieved smile on his face.

"Congratulations, ma'am, you are indeed pregnant." The old man said with a bow, his voice gentle and respectful.

When Wang Quan Baiye, who was standing by, heard this, his eyes instantly burst into an unconcealable joy.

He clenched his fists and a bright smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, as if his whole body was filled with happiness.

The same was true for Dongfang Huaizhu. She lowered her head and gently stroked her abdomen, her eyes full of tenderness and expectation.

"Thank you, old man." Dongfang Huaizhu said softly, with gratitude in his tone.

The old man nodded slightly, then stood up and said goodbye.

Wang Quan Baiye personally escorted the old man to the door and thanked him repeatedly before returning to the house.

He walked quickly to Dongfang Huaizhu, squatted down, and looked at her with burning eyes.

"Huaizhu, now we have our own child." His voice trembled a little, and he was obviously very excited.

Dongfang Huaizhu smiled slightly and reached out to touch his cheek: "Yes, our child."

Wang Quan Baiye gently leaned his head against her abdomen, as if wanting to listen to the unborn little life.

"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl..." He murmured softly, his eyes full of longing.

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, they are our babies." Dongfang Huaizhu said softly.

The two smiled at each other, and the room was filled with a warm atmosphere.

.........

At the same time, thousands of miles away on Mount Wudang, the night was as dark as ink and dotted with stars.

Zhang Sanfeng stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance with deep eyes.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile that he couldn't hide.

"Good boy." He whispered to himself, as if he saw something that made him happy.

Just now, through observing the sky, he noticed that a new star seemed to be rising in the direction of Wang Quan's family. Although the light was weak, it contained infinite potential.

He had already guessed the general reason in his heart.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind me.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't turn around, but asked calmly: "Fuyao, what's the matter?"

The person who came was Zhang Fuyao. He stood respectfully behind Zhang Sanfeng and said softly, "Master, a guest has arrived."

Zhang Sanfeng then turned around and looked at a roof not far away.

Under the moonlight, a slender figure stood quietly, his white robe dancing in the wind, like a banished immortal.

"Sir, what brings you to Wudang at night?" Zhang Sanfeng's voice was calm, but it revealed an invisible pressure.

The person on the roof was Yang Jian.

He stared at Zhang Sanfeng with a sharp gaze, his mind full of thoughts.

The last time I saw Zhang Sanfeng, he was visiting Wudang as Li Chungang.

At that time, he had met Zhang Sanfeng once at the sword enlightenment place in Wudang. Although they did not have a deep conversation, he had vaguely realized that the other party might not have really passed away.

Later, whether it was Zhang Sanfeng using Zhang Fuyao to fight Li Chungang, or Li Chungang borrowing the sword from Wudang before his death, it made him more convinced that the other party was definitely still alive.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's condition at this moment was somewhat abnormal.

Yang Jian keenly noticed that the other party did not seem to be a physical entity, but existed in the form of a soul.

He leaped forward and landed lightly in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

This action made Zhang Fuyao's expression serious. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to stand between the two of them and stared at Yang Jian vigilantly.

"Fuyao, there's no need to be so nervous." Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly and raised his hand to signal Zhang Fuyao to step back.

Chapter 214: Visit Wudang at night and name it Fugui!

"If this young man really wants to harm us, I'm afraid there's no chance of survival for both you and me."

Zhang Sanfeng was not lying when he said this. With Yang Jian's strength, if he really wanted to attack, who could resist him?

Zhang Fuyao heard this, and although he had doubts in his heart, he slowly withdrew his hand.

However, he still kept a close eye on Yang Jian, not daring to relax at all.

Facing Yang Jian, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. His strength as the Great Demon King seemed like child's play in front of the other party.

Yang Jian glanced at Zhang Fuyao calmly, then said to Zhang Sanfeng, "I have heard of Wudang's great reputation for a long time, and naturally I have long wanted to come and see it.

However, what I did not expect was that the Sanfeng Master from five hundred years ago is still alive."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled without saying anything, but extended his hand and made a "please" gesture: "Young friend, come over here and chat."

The three of them came to a quiet pavilion and sat facing each other.

Zhang Fuyao took the initiative to make tea for the two of them. His movements were extremely skillful, as if he had done it thousands of times.

"Please." Zhang Sanfeng picked up the teacup and gestured to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian took the teacup and took a sip. The tea was warm and had a long aftertaste.

"I wonder if you have any important business in Wudang tonight?" Zhang Sanfeng put down his teacup and asked gently.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment and said, "Can't I come if I have nothing to do? I came here originally to see the scenery of Wudang, but I never thought I would have the honor of meeting the legendary Master Sanfeng. It really is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly when he heard this, but did not respond.

Seeing this, Yang Jian continued, "I am now very curious about how Master Sanfeng managed to survive until now."

Zhang Fuyao's face changed slightly when he heard this. He was about to speak when Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand to stop him.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Jian, a faint smile still on his lips: "My friend, you have a connection with Wudang, so it's okay to tell you. However, I hope you can keep it a secret for us and don't spread this matter."

Yang Jian nodded: "Of course."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with satisfaction, then flipped his hand and an ancient long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The sword was pitch black, but the edge of the sword was flashing with cold light, and a faint dragon roar could be heard.

Yang Jian's eyes were instantly attracted by the sword, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

"Young man, do you recognize this sword?" Zhang Sanfeng asked softly.

Yang Jian stared at the long sword. He naturally recognized this sword.

After all, this sword belongs to him, but he no longer uses it now!

"This sword is called 'Qingming'. It is the sword worn by my master, Lü Zu." Zhang Sanfeng said slowly.

"My master left behind few things after his passing, and this is one of them! It is thanks to this sword that I am able to remain in this world as a soul."

Yes, Lu Dongxuan didn’t leave behind many things after his death. Qingming was one thing, and Zhang Sanfeng was also one thing.

A flash of understanding flashed in Yang Jian's eyes: "So that's how it is."

Zhang Sanfeng put away the Qingming Sword and continued, "My friend, I believe you have already met the Third Young Master. It is because of the Third Young Master's help that I can live here forever!"

"So, could you please tell me the real purpose of your coming to Wudang?"

Yang Jian was silent for a moment and then said, "What on earth are you and that monkey from Aolai Country planning?"

In fact, he should not be the one asking this question. Wang Xianzhi is more suitable to ask it than him.

But now Wang Xianzhi is in Wudi City and it is inconvenient for him to come back, so he has to come instead.

"Oh? Why do you ask that?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at him with interest.

"It's just a feeling in my heart. If you don't want to say it, I won't force you!" Yang Jian looked straight at Zhang Sanfeng with sharp eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Young friend, you are indeed extraordinary. You can even detect this! Yes, we do cooperate with the Third Young Master, but I can't tell you about this right now. Please forgive me!"

Yang Jian nodded: "In that case, I won't force it."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said meaningfully, "If you are willing, you can stay in Wudang for a while."

Yang Jian was thoughtful when he heard this.

"Okay, I'll bother you then!"

Stay in Wudang and you will be able to watch a good show soon.

As the night deepened, the tea in the pavilion had gone cold.

Zhang Fuyao stood aside and remained silent.

"It's getting late. I'll let Fuyao take you downstairs to rest." Zhang Sanfeng stood up and gestured.

Yang Jian also stood up and said with a bow, "Forgive me for bothering you."

After saying that, he turned and looked at Zhang Fuyao.

"Then I'll have to trouble Sect Leader Zhang."

Zhang Fuyao responded tearfully, "Please!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the direction where Yang Jian left and sighed softly: "Is this what Baiye said before about being the best among his peers... Baiye, ah Baiye, I finally understand why you are under so much pressure!"

Facing a great god like Yang Jian, let alone the kingship and hegemony, even if he himself was at the peak of his powers, he would not dare to say that he could be sure of winning!

And the most important thing is that the other party is too young. It is hard to find another one like him in history to have such strength at this age!

.........

It’s January again.

In Wang Quan's house, Dongfang Huaizhu leaned on the couch, holding a book in his hands, but did not turn a page for a long time.

Her mind had already flown to the child in her belly.

Wang Quan Baiye pushed the door open and walked in, holding a bowl of steaming tonic soup in his hand.

"Huaizhu, drink it while it's hot." He said softly.

Dongfang Huaizhu took the bowl, blew on it gently, and took a sip.

"Baiye, what name do you think we should give our child in the future?" she suddenly asked.