Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

"What's more, you don't even have the King's Sword now, how can you break my defense?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Quan Baiye felt something was wrong.

What’s more, what Zhang Fuyao said was not false. As the incarnation of Wudang’s luck, he has the Wudang’s luck in him.

He was in Wudang, and he had already taken a new path out of the Tai Chi lineage.

He created a Tai Chi formation that could protect himself at any time. The defensive strength of this formation was so strong that even Zhang Fuyao, who was holding the King's Sword, was not afraid!

What’s more, it is a royal hegemony without a royal sword.

At this moment, Zhang Fuyao suddenly formed a complicated hand seal in front of his chest.

In an instant, a huge Tai Chi formation unfolded under his feet, covering an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius.

"Tai Chi formation, start!"

The formation diagram rotated, and black and white energies rose up, forming a perfect defensive barrier.

Upon seeing this, Wang Quan Baiye swung his sword without hesitation, but found that his sword energy was eliminated as soon as it touched the Tai Chi formation.

"Is this... absolute defense?" Wang Quan Baiye was shocked.

He had never seen such a perfect defensive formation, it was simply impenetrable.

Unwilling to give up, Wang Quan Baiye changed his sword moves again. This time he used the "Two Sleeves Green Snake" he learned from Gu Yi.

His sleeves fluttered, and two green sword energies snaked out like living things, attacking Zhang Fuyao from a tricky angle.

However, as soon as these two unusually agile sword energies approached the Tai Chi formation, they were entangled and dissipated by the yin and yang energies in the formation.

Zhang Fuyao stood in the formation, like an unshakable mountain.

"It's useless." Zhang Fuyao said calmly.

"In the Tai Chi formation, unless you are the reincarnation of the Sword God, it is impossible to break my defense."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan Baiye was shocked and unwilling.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and suddenly remembered a sentence Zhang Sanfeng had said when he was learning martial arts at Wudang: "The only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is speed."

"In that case..." A gleam of light flashed in Wang Quan Baiye's eyes, and his figure suddenly became blurred.

He pushed all his energy to the limit, and his speed suddenly increased several times.

"Whoosh!"

A shadow flashed by, and Wang Quan Baiye instantly appeared in front of the Tai Chi formation, and the sword in his hand stabbed out at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

This sword was as fast as lightning and almost broke through the limitations of space.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the tip of the sword in his hand finally touched Zhang Fuyao's sleeve for the first time.

However, just when Wang Quan Baiye thought he had finally broken through the defense, a huge recoil force came from the sword, knocking him flying.

"Puff!" Wang Quan Baiye spat out a mouthful of blood in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

As he flew backwards, the sword in his hand could not withstand the force and broke.

He struggled to stand up and looked at Zhang Fuyao in disbelief.

"The speed is indeed amazing." Zhang Fuyao nodded approvingly.

"But Tai Chi emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness. No matter how fast you are, you can't escape the principle of the balance of yin and yang."

On the top of the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng, who saw this scene, sighed: "Baye is still too impatient."

Yang Jian was thoughtful: "I think he has found a way to break it."

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Jian in confusion.

At the foot of the mountain, Wang Quan Baiye slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I understand now."

Zhang Fuyao frowned slightly: "Understand what?"

"Tai Chi emphasizes the balance of yin and yang." Wang Quanbaiye raised his sword.

"But if I can break this balance..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Quan Baiye suddenly raised his hands above his head, and an unprecedented momentum burst out from him.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, as if the heaven and earth were responding to his call.

At this moment, his hands were empty, without a sword in hand, but the next second.

A golden light appeared and turned into a sharp sword which was held in his hand.

"Is this... the sword intent of royal power?" Zhang Fuyao's expression finally changed.

"A sword that pierces through heaven and earth!" Wang Quan Baiye roared, and a sword light that pierced through heaven and earth fell down.

This sword not only contains the essence of Wang Quan's swordsmanship, but also incorporates the Yin-Yang principles of Wudang swordsmanship.

The moment the sword light collided with the Tai Chi formation, the entire Wudang Mountain was shaken.

The yin and yang energies in the Tai Chi formation began to fluctuate violently, and the originally perfect balance was abruptly broken.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the first crack appeared on the Tai Chi formation.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and finally the entire formation shattered.

Zhang Fuyao took several steps back, his face pale.

He didn't expect that Wang Quan Baiye could think of using the principle of yin and yang to break the Tai Chi formation.

"Great!" Zhang Fuyao suddenly laughed. "What a great kingly ambition! You won this battle."

Wang Quan Baiye sheathed his sword and stood. Although exhausted, his eyes were filled with joy. "Thank you, Master, for your help!"

Zhang Fu waved his hand. "No need to be so modest! The fact that you could use the conflict of yin and yang to break the formation shows that you have grasped the true meaning of Tai Chi. The Grand Master was right in choosing you."

"Go up, I think he's waiting for you on the mountain right now!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan Baiye nodded. Even though he had just finished a battle, he still ran to the top of Wudang Mountain excitedly.

Watching the other person leaving, Zhang Fuyao sat cross-legged on the ground to heal his wounds.

The masked group watched all the scenes from a distance.

.........

At the top of Wudang Mountain.

Wang Quan Baiye arrived there quickly and met Zhang Sanfeng, but there was someone else beside Zhang Sanfeng at this time.

Chapter 217 Tushan’s past!

When he saw clearly, he found that the person was Yang Jian.

"Not bad."

"It seems that you have grown a lot over the years! You have not disappointed your master!" At this time, Zhang Sanfeng looked up and down at Wang Quanbaiye with satisfaction.

Wang Quan Baiye quickly knelt and saluted: "Disciple greets Master."

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand and motioned him to stand up: "Get up, I roughly understand your purpose in coming to Wudang. The fact that you can break Fuyao's Tai Chi formation shows that your swordsmanship has reached a new level! However..."

He changed the subject: "When you go to Wudi City, you will face an opponent even more powerful than the Tai Chi Formation! Wang Xianzhi's strength is far beyond your imagination."

Wang Quan Baiye nodded firmly: "Disciple understands! That's why I came here this time to borrow Master's sword!"

After saying this, he stood in front of Zhang Sanfeng, waiting for an answer with a firm gaze.

However, Zhang Sanfeng remained silent. He just walked slowly to the stone table beside him and sat down, then stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture on the chessboard.

Wang Quan Baiye was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

Seeing this, Yang Jian, who was standing aside, nodded slightly and motioned him to come over and sit down.

Wang Quan Baiye finally understood and respectfully walked to the stone table and sat down opposite Zhang Sanfeng.

"Come, play a game with me." Zhang Sanfeng's voice was as calm as water, and he had already started placing the chess pieces on the board.

Although Wang Quan Baiye was confused, he still obediently picked up the black piece.

Seeing this, Yang Jian tactfully turned around and left, leaving only the master and disciple playing chess under the pine tree.

The sound of chess pieces dropping was crisp and pleasant. After a few moves, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly spoke: "You went outside the circle some time ago. How was it? Did you gain anything?"

Wang Quan Baiye's hand holding Zi's hand paused slightly, and all kinds of scenes from the trip outside the circle suddenly emerged in his mind.

He met Lu Dongxuan, and this shocking secret lingered in his mind, but he could not tell it - he had promised Lu Zu to keep it secret.

"Respected Master," Wang Quan Baiye carefully considered his words.

"This time, I encountered..." He recounted his experiences outside the circle, including those strange creatures and dangerous encounters.

The only key part that was left out was the encounter with Lu Zu, where it was only said that Yang Jian came to rescue him.

And he didn't lie. It was indeed Yang Jian who saved him. Without Yang Jian, he would probably never have been able to come back.

Zhang Sanfeng listened, his brows gradually furrowed. "It's her...!"

He muttered softly, the white piece in his hand stopped in mid-air.

Wang Quan Baiye keenly noticed his master's strangeness: "Master, do you know her...?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slowly and placed the white piece on the chessboard: "Her name is Feng Qi, and she is the previous master of Tushan!"

"Tushan?" Wang Quan Baiye pointed in surprise in the direction opposite Wudang Mountain. "But that Tushan?"

"Yes, it's Tushan who is opposite Wudang." Zhang Sanfeng's eyes became deep.

"Five hundred years ago, she was still the ruler of Tushan."

Wang Quan Baiye couldn't wait to ask: "Then why did she become like this?"

Zhang Sanfeng stopped what he was doing and looked over the mountains towards Tushan.

His eyes seemed to penetrate time and space and see the scenes of that year.

"She was originally the Lord of Tushan," Zhang Sanfeng's voice was filled with reminiscence, "but then, somehow, she became possessed. Her thirst for power devoured her sanity, and she ultimately made a deal with those strange creatures outside the circle."

The situation on the chessboard gradually became tense, with black and white intertwined like the grudges and hatreds of the past.

"She even set her sights on the Bitter Love Tree," Zhang Sanfeng continued. "My master, Lü Zu, had a history with Tushan, so I couldn't just sit back and watch. So I fought her beneath the Bitter Love Tree at Tushan, severely wounding her. Unfortunately, she escaped in the end."

Wang Quan Baiye listened intently, his black piece still hanging in the air. He hadn't expected there to be such a tortuous story behind this.

"For the next five hundred years, she disappeared without a trace." Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

"She didn't reappear in the world until Li Chungang appeared and became the world's number one."

The sound of chess pieces landing on the board was crisp and pleasant. Wang Quan Baiye pondered for a moment and asked the question in his mind: "What is your current relationship with Tushan?"

This question seemed to touch a sensitive string in Zhang Sanfeng's heart.

His eyes suddenly became complicated, and a dark green figure appeared in his mind.

Guilt surged into my heart like a tide, and even the hand holding my love trembled slightly.

Wang Quan Baiye noticed that his master was acting strangely, but he tactfully did not ask any further questions and just waited quietly.

After a long while, Zhang Sanfeng slowly spoke: "Tushan and I are old friends, and we have been neighbors for many years. What do you think our relationship is?"

There was an indescribable complex emotion in his tone.

The battle on the chessboard intensified, and Wang Quan Baiye suddenly looked troubled. "Master, I want to ask you, do you know why the Sword God died?"

He paused and added, "Of course, I'm asking this question on behalf of two of my friends. Their uncle was the Sword God back then!"

With a "pop", the white piece in Zhang Sanfeng's hand fell onto the chessboard.

His expression froze instantly, and he obviously didn't expect to be asked about this suddenly.

This matter involves too many secrets, and is related to his plan with the Third Young Master of Aolai, so it is really difficult to explain it clearly.

"This matter is extremely complicated," Zhang Sanfeng finally chose a vague answer.

"I don't know much, but I believe you might find out someday."