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"Sister, is it really okay to monitor Sister Yaya like this?" Tushan Rongrong walked out from the shadows, playing with a copper coin in her hand.

Tushan Honghong didn't look back, but said lightly: "I didn't monitor her."

"So what are we doing now?" Tushan Rongrong asked with a smile, her eyes curved into crescents.

Tushan Honghong was silent for a moment: "Make sure they don't cause any trouble."

Tushan Rongrong sighed softly: "Sister, are you worried that Sister Yaya and Wang Xianzhi are getting too close?"

The mountain breeze blew by, blowing Tushan's red sleeves.

She looked at the yard in the distance, where Tushan Yaya was laughing without any image, while Wang Xianzhi was shaking his head helplessly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"He is a human being." Tushan Honghong only said this in the end.

"But didn't you agree to Wang Xianzhi living in Tushan?" Tushan Rongrong asked softly.

Tushan Honghong did not answer.

She watched Wang Xianzhi suddenly stand up and demonstrate some moves in the yard, while Tushan Yaya sat on the stone table, swinging her legs, drinking and pointing.

"Let's go, Tushan still has a lot to do." Tushan Honghong suddenly turned around, and the red figure drew a graceful arc in the moonlight.

Tushan Rongrong looked at the two people in the distance who were completely unaware, then looked at her sister's departing back, and thought to herself: "Second sister, I can only help you so far."

She flicked her fingertips, and the coin flipped in the air before finally landing steadily in her palm.

On the copper coin, the word "marriage" can be vaguely seen.

Chapter 42: Heavenly Emperor Fist

In the yard, Wang Xianzhi was practicing a new set of boxing techniques.

His movements were fierce and powerful, and every punch he threw was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air. The bluestone slabs under his feet trembled slightly with his steps.

"What kind of crappy boxing is this? It's so soft, like a tickle!" Tushan Yaya commented drunkenly.

Wang Xianzhi stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Sister Yaya, please don't underestimate my boxing style. It was created by an almighty master."

"It's called 'Emperor's Fist'."

That’s right, this is exactly what Wang Xianzhi obtained through the Taoist scriptures. It was created by an almighty Heavenly Emperor from a mysterious and mysterious world.

However, because this method was too powerful, it could finally be practiced in the fox demon world after being weakened countless times by the Taoist scriptures.

"Heavenly Emperor Fist?" Tushan Yaya tilted her head. "I've never heard of it. How does it compare to our Tushan's 'Ice Palm'?"

Wang Xianzhi thought about it and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Mad, this was the first time he had seen the Emperor's Fist compared to some guy's Ice Palm.

Only the young Tushan Yaya could ask this question.

“I can only say that everyone has their own strengths.”

Tushan Yaya jumped off the stone table and staggered to Wang Xianzhi: "Come, let me test your weight!"

Without waiting for Wang Xianzhi to react, she suddenly slapped out with her palm, and the palm wind carried a biting chill.

Wang Xianzhi hastily raised his arm to block, only to feel a chill spreading along his arm, and a thin layer of ice formed in an instant.

"Sister Yaya, are you serious?" Wang Xianzhi swung her arms, and ice chips fell down.

Tushan Yaya raised her chin proudly: "How about it, do you know how powerful it is?"

A sly look flashed in Wang Xianzhi's eyes: "Then try this!"

He suddenly changed his tactics, punching like a dragon, aiming straight at Tushan Yaya's face.

The wind from the fist was so strong that it even stirred and distorted the surrounding moonlight.

Tushan Yaya sobered up immediately and retreated hastily, but was still hit by the fist. A strand of her hair was cut off and slowly fell down.

"You!" Tushan Yaya widened her eyes.

Wang Xianzhi put away his fist and said with a smile: "Well, Sister Yaya, now you know how powerful I am."

Tushan Yaya stared at him for a long while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his ear: "You're such a jerk! You have such a talent, yet you're still hiding it!"

"It hurts, it hurts! Sister Yaya, be gentler!" Wang Xianzhi wailed exaggeratedly, but did not really break free.

In the moonlight, the two people's shadows were entangled on the ground, and their laughter echoed in the mountains.

As the night deepened, the wine gourd was empty.

Tushan Yaya shook the empty gourd and said with some regret: "It's gone."

Wang Xianzhi looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late. Sister Yaya, shouldn't you go home? I have to get up early for morning exercises tomorrow."

Tushan Yaya curled her lips. "Wudang has so many rules." She stood up and dusted off her clothes. "Then I'm leaving."

Wang Xianzhi walked her to the courtyard wall and said, "Be careful on your way."

Tushan Yaya had one foot on the wall when she suddenly turned around and said, "Hello, 8848."

"Um?"

"I...will be in seclusion for a while, so I may not be able to come to see you later..." After saying that, without waiting for Wang Xianzhi's response, she jumped up and disappeared into the night.

Wang Xianzhi looked in the direction she left, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

He turned around and went back to the yard, but did not go into the house to rest immediately. Instead, he continued to practice "Heavenly Emperor Fist".

Under the moonlight, the young man's figure was like a dragon and a tiger, and each of his punches had the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

If Zhang Fuyao were here, he would be surprised that this set of boxing techniques is completely different from Wudang Tai Chi, and it takes a very tough and fierce approach.

After practicing boxing, Wang Xianzhi sat cross-legged again and began to practice "Xuantian Body Training Technique".

This is another set of skills he obtained from the Taoist scriptures, specifically for strengthening the body.

Also comes from a fantasy world dimension.

When it is cultivated to perfection, the physical body can cross the void and break all laws with one force!

As his breathing adjusted, the pores all over his body seemed to open up, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

If there were someone with a high level of cultivation here, they would be able to see a faint golden light emerging from Wang Xianzhi's body, which was a sign that his body was beginning to transform.

Wang Xianzhi ended his training only when the sky in the east began to turn pale.

He opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was full of energy and strength despite not sleeping all night.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Xianzhi immediately thought that he could focus on the Heavenly Emperor Fist during the day and practice the Xuantian Body Refining Technique at night.

"These two skills are indeed extraordinary." Wang Xianzhi clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his body.

"However, compared to the 'Heavenly Emperor Fist', the 'Mysterious Heaven Body Refining Art' seems to be progressing faster."

But come to think of it, the Heavenly Emperor Fist was created by the Heavenly Emperor in Wang Xianzhi's memory in his previous life.

A single punch from Dacheng can destroy countless worlds.

After a quick wash, he changed into the uniform white training clothes of Wudang disciples and headed to the main hall.

Yesterday, Zhang Fuyao told him that on the first day of his new disciple’s initiation, he must go and pay homage to the founder of the Wudang Sect, Sanfeng Zhenren and Lu Zu.

The morning bell rang across the peak of Wudang Mountain, and Wang Xianzhi walked towards the main hall along the bluestone path.

The mountain fog had not yet dissipated, and his white training clothes were wet with dew, sticking to his body and bringing a slight chill.

Because the effect of practicing "Xuantian Body Refining Art" last night was surprisingly good, the bluestone slabs trembled slightly with every step he took.

"Are you here?" Zhang Fuyao stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttering in the morning breeze.

His gaze lingered on Wang Xianzhi for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly. "There's something special about your aura..."

Wang Xianzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly suppressed the pale golden light flowing through his body: "Disciple tried to practice last night, but perhaps the method was wrong."

The old Taoist priest said nothing, turned around and pushed open the vermilion door of the temple: "Today, we will worship the ancestors first."

The main hall is filled with sandalwood incense, and two portraits hang high in the center.

On the left is an old man with white hair and a youthful face, his clothes fluttering as if he is about to fly away with the wind; on the right is a young man standing with a sword on his back, his eyes and brows full of heroic spirit.

"Master Sanfeng and Master Lu." Zhang Fuyao lit three incense sticks and handed them to Wang Xianzhi. "Wudang has been established for five hundred years, all thanks to the blessings of these two masters."

Wang Xianzhi burned incense respectfully, but his heart was full of doubts at this time.

This portrait wasn't there when I came here last time.

This portrait shows Lu Zu in his old age and Zhang Sanfeng in his youth.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Fuyao asked puzzledly.

"Nothing...nothing." Wang Xianzhi suppressed the doubts in his heart.

After the worship, Zhang Fuyao led him through the corridor: "The Wudang Library has three floors, one for historical records, one for classics, and one for martial arts techniques.

Because of the influence of Sanfeng Zhenren and Lü Zu, Wudang is known for its swordsmanship. As a beginner, you can choose a technique to practice.

The old Taoist paused and said, "Remember, the great way is simplicity."

The library is a three-story wooden building with bronze evil-repelling beasts squatting on the eaves and corners.

The moment you push open the carved wooden door, the scent of old books hits you in the face.

Chapter 43 Kung Fu

The bookshelves on the first floor are arranged like a maze, with bamboo slips and thread-bound books classified according to dynasties and regions.

"The Biography of Lü Zu, The Records of the True Man Sanfeng..." Wang Xianzhi glanced at the spines of the books and complained silently.

"Mad, is this all that is recorded in the Historical Records?"

The collection area on the second floor is even more bizarre. The crystal cabinets display glowing scales, automatically turning parchment scrolls, and even a metal block that keeps changing shape.

"Interesting little trick." He shook his head and chuckled, then quickly went up to the third floor.

The scene in the martial arts area disappointed him greatly.

Sword manuals occupied 80% of the dozens of rosewood shelves.

"Tai Chi Sword", "Liang Yi Sword", "Zhen Wu Seven-Section Sword"... the names alone are enough to make people dizzy.

There are a few books on "Mian Zhang" and "Bagua Youshen Zhang" scattered in the corner, and boxing techniques are even rarer.

"Wudang is known for its swordsmanship..." Wang Xianzhi couldn't help but smile when he thought of Zhang Fuyao's instructions just now.

He casually opened the "Qingfeng Sword Technique" and saw the words "Sword is the king of all weapons" written on the title page, with the handwriting so powerful that it could be seen through the back of the paper.

At the end of the bookshelf there is a square low table with some broken books piled on it.

Wang Xianzhi was about to leave when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a half-yellowed copy of the Hunyuan Quan Jing.

The pages of the book were incomplete, but the opening sentence "The primordial qi is in harmony, and the fist can reach the gods" made his pupils shrink suddenly - this was surprisingly similar to the concept of "the fist can reach the sky and shatter the void" in the general outline of "The Emperor of Heaven Fist"!

He picked up the incomplete book and found a green jade slip between the pages.

The moment my fingertips touched the jade slip, a piece of information directly flooded into my mind:

"At the age of a hundred, I realized that boxing and swordsmanship share the same origin. Everyone says Wudang swordsmanship is the best in the world, but few know that the 'True Explanation of Tai Chi' I created in my later years is actually a method of entering the Dao through boxing..."

This jade slip records Zhang Sanfeng's insights on martial arts in his later years.

The theories mentioned therein, such as "the combination of hardness and softness" and "the transformation of yin and yang", unexpectedly echo some obscure passages in "The Fist of the Heavenly Emperor".

"Have you made your choice?" Zhang Fuyao's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Wang Xianzhi hurriedly hid the jade slip in his sleeve and held up the Hunyuan Boxing Classic: "Disciple wants to study this boxing technique."

The old Taoist priest's gaze lingered on the fragment for a long time, then he sighed, "When the founder of Tai Chi Swordsmanship, Master Sanfeng, created it, he said, 'All martial arts are indestructible except for speed.' Do you know the second half of that sentence?"

"Please give me some advice, Master."

"Only slowness can't break it." Zhang Fuyao swept the whisk lightly.

"This is the boxing style that Patriarch Sanfeng created in his later years based on his own understanding.

However, because there were no descendants who could learn from it, this boxing method gradually fell into decline."

"If you want to practice this skill, you must do it according to your ability. If you cannot practice it, you must immediately change to another one."

After the old Taoist priest left, Wang Xianzhi immediately began to study the "Hunyuan Boxing Classic".