Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

There are three levels of boxing: Lan Que Wei, Yun Shou and Ban Lan Chui. These seemingly simple boxing techniques can lead to endless variations.

What shocked him even more was that when his spiritual power was circulated along a specific route, the light golden energy cultivated by the "Xuantian Body Refining Art" in his body began to circulate automatically!

"So that's it!" Wang Xianzhi suddenly realized.

Wudang Kung Fu seems to be completely different from "Heavenly Emperor Fist", but in fact they both conform to the principle of "Hunyuan Yiqi".

He closed his eyes and looked inward, and found that the meridians through which the golden energy flowed were widening, and the muscle fibers were reorganizing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the training ground, Wang Xianzhi repeatedly practiced the three moves of the Hunyuan Boxing Classic.

At first the moves were awkward, but after three times, the wind from his fists was strong enough to knock down leaves from trees three feet away.

By the tenth time, he had an epiphany and incorporated the power-generating technique of "Emperor's Fist" and punched the training post.

"boom!"

The ironwood stake that two people could hug together was blown into powder, shocking the nearby disciples and making them look sideways.

Wang Xianzhi himself was stunned. Although the power of this punch was only one-tenth or one-twelfth of the "Emperor's Fist", the spiritual power consumed was 70% less.

"The combination of hardness and softness..." He stared at the fist that was emitting a faint golden light, vaguely touching the true meaning of martial arts.

Perhaps one day, he will be able to integrate the skills of the two worlds and embark on an unprecedented path.

He didn't expect that the disciple he had casually accepted would have such profound insights.

You have to know that the world status of "Emperor Fist" is much higher than that of the fox demon.

The skills of the two worlds could not be compared, but now there is such a variable.

Wang Xianzhi did not think this was a coincidence, but was afraid that his arrival had triggered the butterfly effect.

"It seems that you have a connection with boxing." Zhang Fuyao appeared at the sidelines at some point, holding an ebony box in his hand.

"This is a copy of 'The True Explanation of Tai Chi' left by the founder Sanfeng. Originally..." The old Taoist priest hesitated, "Study carefully."

Wang Xianzhi solemnly took the wooden box. When his fingertips touched the Tai Chi diagram on the box, the golden energy in his body suddenly boiled.

In a trance, he saw a figure in the void slowly demonstrating boxing skills.

As the sun set, when Wang Xianzhi returned to the courtyard, he found a new wine gourd on the stone table.

Lifting the lid, the familiar aroma of peach blossom wine wafted in my face. Beneath the gourd was a piece of paper, scribbled with the words: "Last pot before retreat—Yaya."

Wang Xianzhi smiled knowingly and drank the wine.

Under the moonlight, he practiced the "Hunyuan Boxing Sutra" with his left hand and performed the "Tian Di Fist" with his right hand. The two completely different boxing styles gradually merged.

The "Xuantian Body Refining Art" in the body automatically operated, refining the spiritual energy in the wine into strands of golden light, and engraving mysterious patterns on the bones.

On the top floor of the library, Zhang Fuyao stood in front of the window and looked towards the training ground.

The old Taoist priest held half a green jade slip in his hand - the other half of Wang Xianzhi's.

"Strange, really strange, why would two such evil people appear in the same era." He whispered to the void.

The two people Zhang Fuyao mentioned were Wang Xianzhi who was practicing, and Li Chungang who had visited Wudang for six years.

When he saw Li Chungang for the first time six years ago, he originally thought that Li Chungang would be the only top talent of this era.

But I didn’t expect that only six years later, the same evil person would appear again.

As the night wind blew by, a few small characters in ancient seal script appeared on the jade slip: Hunyuan Wuji, the fist breaks all laws.

……

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

The morning mist of Wudang Mountain had not yet dissipated, but Wang Xianzhi was already standing in the center of the training ground, his fists as powerful as a dragon and his body as firm as a pine tree.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his punches were slow and steady. Every move and every form seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth. Light golden spiritual power flowed through his meridians, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

In the past three months, he practiced boxing during the day and physical training at night, almost without stopping.

He had already memorized the three styles of boxing in the Hunyuan Boxing Classic, and he had gradually integrated the domineering boxing spirit of the Tiandi Boxing into it, making the original combination of hardness and softness more fierce.

His progress was so fast that even Zhang Fuyao was secretly amazed.

Chapter 44: Leaving the Seclusion

"boom!"

When the last punch was thrown, the air seemed to be torn apart, and a tiny crack appeared on the bluestone slab three meters away.

Wang Xianzhi stood with his fists clenched, exhaled a long breath, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that you have already touched the threshold of 'Hunyuan Yiqi'."

An old voice came from behind.

Wang Xianzhi turned around and saw Zhang Fuyao standing on the sidelines holding a whisk, looking at him deeply.

"Master." Wang Xianzhi saluted with his fists clasped.

Zhang Fuyao nodded slightly, walked closer slowly, his gaze lingering on him for a moment, and suddenly said, "Xianzhi, have you ever thought about going down the mountain to gain experience?"

Wang Xianzhi was stunned and frowned slightly.

Go down the mountain to gain experience?

He had only been a disciple for three months. According to common sense, Wudang disciples had to practice for at least several years before being allowed to leave the mountain.

"Master, my cultivation is still shallow. If I go down the mountain now, I'm afraid..." he hesitated.

Zhang Fuyao shook his head and interrupted him: "I'm not asking you to leave the mountain now, but... there are some things I need to inform you in advance."

Wang Xianzhi's heart trembled, realizing that there was something else behind Zhang Fuyao's words, so he waited quietly for what would happen next.

Zhang Fuyao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant sea of ​​clouds, and said slowly, "Throughout history, there have been countless people practicing swordsmanship, but only a few can be called 'geniuses' in the way of the sword.

Since the establishment of the Yiqi Dao League, the path of swordsmanship has always been revered by the royal family."

"'The Wang Quan family, a sword that controls heaven and earth'—this is how the world evaluates the Wang Quan family.

Five hundred years ago, the Wang Quan family's swordsmanship was unrivaled throughout the world, but at that time, Lü Zu suddenly appeared.

"As soon as Lu Zu was born, he challenged all the major aristocratic families and sects. Even the Wang Quan family could not avoid being defeated by Lu Zu.

Later, he defeated Fan Yunfei, the best master in the Western Region, with three swords in front of Wang Quan's house, and went to the Southern Kingdom to defeat the Poison Emperor with one sword, becoming the world's number one swordsman.

From then on, the royal family could only take second place.

At that time, Wang Quan Wumu, the ancestor of the Wang Quan family, although extremely talented, could only be called "the best swordsman in the era of Lü Zu."

Wang Xianzhi couldn't suppress the smile after hearing this.

There is no way. After all, who can understand the feeling of listening to uninformed people praising themselves crazily?

Zhang Fuyao continued, "After Lü Zu passed away, our Wudang founder, Sanfeng Zhenren, emerged once again. He single-handedly defeated the Beishan Demon Emperor and the Poison Emperor, becoming the new generation's leader in the sword art."

"What a pity..." He sighed, "Since then, in the past five hundred years, no true genius has appeared in the human race.

Even among the royal families, no one can truly comprehend the essence of the 'Sword of Heaven and Earth'."

Wang Xianzhi remained silent.

He knew that Zhang Fuyao would not bring up these things for no reason.

Sure enough, Zhang Fuyao changed the subject and looked at him with burning eyes: "Until six years ago, I met a person."

“Six years ago, he and the eldest young master of the Wang Quan family ascended to Wudang together.

"When I first saw him, I knew he was incredibly talented, the only swordsman to emerge in five hundred years! His swordsmanship talent is even... on par with Lü Zu!"

Wang Xianzhi naturally knew who the other party was talking about.

"His name is Li Chungang." Zhang Fuyao slowly uttered the name, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"Six years ago, he was only in his early twelfth year, yet his swordsmanship was already unparalleled. I once thought he would be the pinnacle of this era."

"But when I saw you, I hesitated."

Wang Xianzhi was stunned. What did this have to do with him?

Zhang Fuyao looked him straight in the eye and said word by word, "Your talent is not inferior to his. In some aspects, you are even better than him."

Oh no, I ate the melon and it landed on me.

Although these melons are from the same person.

"That's why I came here today to ask you for a favor." Zhang Fuyao said solemnly, "Don't leave the mountain now."

Wang Xianzhi frowned slightly: "Master, are you worried that I might run into him?"

Zhang Fuyao nodded: "Li Chungang is more than ten years older than you, and his cultivation is far superior to yours.

If you go down the mountain now, you will definitely be defeated if you fight him."

Wang Xianzhi was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Master, you're worrying too much. I didn't intend to leave the mountain just yet."

Zhang Fuyao was startled for a moment, then stroked his beard with satisfaction: "Good, good! I am relieved that you have this kind of heart."

He didn't want this to happen in the first place, but he was afraid that Wang Xianzhi would meet the other party in advance.

A twelve-year lead in practice cannot be achieved by simply relying on talent.

What Wang Xianzhi needs more now is time.

"It takes a lot of accumulation to finally achieve the great Dao." Zhang Fuyao patted his shoulder and turned away, "Practice well."

After Zhang Fuyao's figure disappeared at the end of the mountain path, Wang Xianzhi clenched his fists again, feeling the surging power in his body.

……

The wind from the river bank blew across the bluestone with water vapor, and Li Chungang's clothes swayed slightly in the wind.

He has been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed for six years, and there is not a trace of dust in his hair.

The wooden horse and ox were placed horizontally on his knees, and the dew condensed on the scabbard suddenly shattered silently.

"I see."

Li Chungang suddenly opened his eyes, and the green light in his eyes flowed like an upside-down galaxy.

He drew his sword casually, and the moment the wooden horse and ox were unsheathed, the entire river suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that the wind stopped, or the waves ceased, but that even the water flow froze under the influence of the sword intent.

"Two sleeves of green snake."

The sword energy in his sleeves transformed into two green dragons, but they were not as direct as before.

The winding parts of the dragon's body secretly correspond to the constellations in the sky, and the eight trigrams patterns vaguely emerge when the dragon's scales open and close.

This was the Xuantian sword intent that he had learned from the Taoist scriptures, and now it was in perfect harmony with his own swordsmanship.

Xuantian Sword Intent also comes from the supreme sword intent in a mysterious fantasy world.

For six years, Li Chungang tried to integrate this sword intent into his original swordsmanship.

The moment the dragon dived into the river, Li Chungang turned his wrist slightly.

It seemed like a random sword strike, but fine cracks in space appeared where the sword passed.

The river water parted silently, revealing a riverbed ten feet deep.

It was not split in half by the sword energy, but the entire river channel was temporarily "erased" from the rules of heaven and earth by the sword intent.

"Brother Li is good at swordsmanship."

A heroic laugh penetrated the solidified sword intent, and Dongfang Gu Yue came over on the waves, carrying a jar of wine.

Just by being close to the opponent's sword intent, Dongfang Gu Yue could clearly feel the dangerous aura coming towards him.

"It's been six years since we last met. Brother Li's swordsmanship has become even more unfathomable." Dongfang Gu Yue threw the wine jar over, and the amber wine suddenly condensed into ice crystals in mid-air.

Li Chungang flicked his fingers, and the ice crystals turned into a mist of wine that penetrated into the jar.

"Your Pure Yangyan has also improved a lot." Li Chungang broke the mud seal, and the aroma of wine was mixed with a burning fragrance.

Dongfang Guyue sat down cross-legged: "I have made some progress, but compared to Brother Li's sword strike just now..."

Changing the subject, Dongfang Guyue asked Li Chungang, "The Dao League is planning to hold a martial arts competition for the younger generation of disciples. How is it going, Brother Li? Are you interested in going to see it?"