Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

Feeling the pressure on his shoulders, Li Ruojin quickly begged for mercy: "Brother, brother, I was wrong, I was just joking with you!"

Li Chungang didn't really use any force, and then he let go of her hand and joked, "After all these years, you dare to talk to me like that!"

Li Ruojin said nothing, just kept smiling foolishly.

Then the two of them came to the side to drink and chat.

After reminiscing about the past, Li Chungang suddenly fell silent.

"Dad... is he still mad at me?"

When Li Ruojin heard this, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Then he smiled faintly and said, "Although Dad often scolds you as a rebellious son and says he wants to cut off all ties with you, in fact, Dad cares about you more than anyone else...it's just..."

Li Chungang's hand stopped in mid-air, and the wine spilled onto his green shirt, creating a dark stain.

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

Seeing this, Li Ruojin continued, "Dad is the head of the family. He has his own reasons. Big brother, don't blame Dad..."

"What are you thinking? Why would I blame Dad?"

"Okay, let's stop talking about this. Come on, let's continue drinking!"

After the two of them drank a few more bowls, Li Ruojin's face was already slightly red.

"Brother, I heard that you are planning to go to the Southern Kingdom to challenge the Poison Emperor?"

Hearing this, Li Chungang was a little surprised.

He himself didn't even know he was going to the South!

"Where did you hear that?"

"Now the rumors in the martial arts world are that you, the Sword God, are going to follow the example of Lu Zu from five hundred years ago and challenge the powerful Demon King of the Demon Clan.

The first one is the Poison King of the Southern Kingdom!"

Li Ruojin told Li Chungang every word for the rumors he had heard in the martial arts world.

To be honest, Li Chungang really knew nothing about the rumors about himself.

"Southern Country?" Li Chungang murmured as if he had thought of something.

The two of them drank until late at night. Li Ruojin was already drunk, and only Li Chungang was still sober.

He carried the unconscious Li Ruojin back to the room and covered her with a blanket.

"Ruojin, it's Big Brother who's wronged you! You've suffered so much over the years!"

He murmured softly, his fingertips brushing through the loose hair on his brother's forehead.

When he turned around to close the door, Li Chungang suddenly froze in place.

In the corridor, a tall figure was holding a lantern. In the dim light, my father Li Changyuan's face looked much older than I remembered.

"Jin'er fell asleep?" Li Changyuan's voice was softer than the night wind.

"Hmm." Li Chungang's throat tightened.

Chapter 55 Go down the mountain and pursue!

The lantern cast a flickering shadow between them.

"Thank you, Sword God, for visiting my Taoyuan Li family. If you have nothing else to do, please return."

Li Chungang's nails dug deep into his palms.

He walked towards the gate, and the sound of his footsteps on the bluestone slabs was particularly clear.

"etc!"

Li Changyuan suddenly spoke up to stop the other party, and a amulet flew out from his sleeve.

Li Chungang caught it subconsciously, and the Ruyi knot with red thread and gold thread sparkled in the moonlight.

On the back of the talisman paper, two words were written in cinnabar: Peace!

"Your mother...begged for you a few days ago."

Li Changyuan's voice trembled slightly.

"That's just right. Take it."

After saying that, Li Changyuan turned and left.

At this moment, Li Chungang's knees slammed heavily on the bluestone slab.

"Dong Dong Dong"

The three bangs made the pear blossoms fall one after another.

When I looked up, my father's figure had disappeared at the end of the corridor, and only the lantern was still hanging on the pillar.

When he stood up, Li Chungang solemnly tied the amulet around his waist.

He took one last look in the direction of the ancestral hall - a little light came through the window there, and he could vaguely see a hunched figure adding oil to the eternal lamp.

"Dad, take care of yourself."

The figure in green clothes disappeared in the morning mist, and only the pear blossoms on the ground recorded this silent farewell.

……

In the early morning, Wudang Mountain was shrouded in mist, and dewdrops dripped along the pine needles, splashing tiny water droplets on the bluestone slabs.

Wang Xianzhi stood shirtless in the martial arts training ground in front of Zixiao Palace. Every muscle rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and sweat slid down his angular features.

"Come again!" He growled, his fists shooting out like dragons emerging from the sea, bringing up a gust of fierce wind.

Zhang Fuyao stood three meters away, holding a whisk in his hand, his white beard fluttering in the wind and his Taoist robe moving without wind.

Seeing the fist coming, he turned his wrist lightly, and the whisk drew a graceful arc in the air. The seemingly gentle movement completely dissipated the fierce force.

"What a 'mountain-shaking' move! It's already got seven points of charm."

A gleam of light flashed in Zhang Fuyao's eyes, and his feet stepped on the eight trigrams, his body moving left and right.

"But it has too much power, but not enough variety."

Wang Xianzhi's eyes fixed upon hearing this, and he changed his moves as smoothly as flowing water.

He stomped his right foot on the ground, and the bluestone slabs cracked into spider-web-like patterns. He rushed towards Zhang Fuyao like an arrow.

This time, his punches were no longer straight forward, but sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with fist shadows overlapping, leaving afterimages in the air.

"That's more like it."

Zhang Fuyao chuckled, and his whisk suddenly straightened like a sword, accurately hitting the weak points of each fist shadow.

The two figures crossed each other so fast that their movements were almost invisible. All that could be heard was the continuous "pa pa" sound of the collision of energy.

After ten moves, Wang Xianzhi suddenly retreated, clasped his fists and saluted: "Disciple loses."

Zhang Fuyao stroked his beard and smiled, resting his whisk back on his arm: "Not bad, your fists are steady, your intentions are like thunder, and you are neither arrogant nor impatient!

At such a young age, his boxing skills have already reached a high level. Throughout history, no one can surpass him in boxing skills!"

Wang Xianzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head, saying, "Master, you are too kind."

This is not modesty.

Ever since being brought to Wudang Mountain by Zhang Fuyao half a year ago, Wang Xianzhi has witnessed with his own eyes the true strength of this seemingly immortal old man.

When he first went to Wudang, he thought that the opponent was only at the level of a great demon king.

But now it seems that this old Deng is definitely a powerful being at the level of the Demon King.

Even surpassing the Demon King!

It's hidden a bit too deep.

"Have you thought it through?"

Zhang Fuyao's expression was a little complicated.

Not long ago, Wang Xianzhi found him and told him that he wanted to go down the mountain.

"Yes, Master, staying in the mountains all the time is not suitable for my practice!" Wang Xianzhi said solemnly.

In fact, it is mainly because his talent is largely gained through watching other people’s fighting competitions and so on.

There are few people in Wudang, and there is only one master, Zhang Fuyao. It is no longer suitable for Wang Xianzhi to stay here.

And working in isolation is not an option for him.

"Well, whatever, I can allow you to go down the mountain, but we have to agree on three things!"

"First, you must not claim to be a disciple of the Wudang sect when you leave the mountain. Second, you must not challenge Li Chungang to a duel! Third, the martial arts world is treacherous. Your own safety is paramount, so do not act carelessly!"

"If you agree, then go down the mountain. If you don't agree, I won't let you go down the mountain no matter what!"

Wang Xianzhi thought it was some other condition.

"Disciple, please remember this!"

At this moment, a clear voice like a silver bell suddenly came from the direction of the mountain gate, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"8848, I'm here to see you!"

When Wang Xianzhi heard this name, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

I saw a thin figure coming closer after a few jumps. It was a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a fiery red dress with a snow-white wine gourd hanging on her back. The most eye-catching thing was the pair of furry fox ears on her head.

Tushan Yaya brought a gust of fragrant wind when she landed. Seeing Zhang Fuyao was also there, she blinked her big eyes: "Little Yaozi, you are here too?"

Zhang Fuyao's face flushed, and he took two steps forward, lowering his voice and saying, "My Second Miss, please don't yell. I am the head of a family now, after all. You have to give me some face!"

Yaya pouted, her red lips curled slightly: "Oh, I know, I know, you should leave quickly, I still need to catch up with 8848!"

Zhang Fuyao shook his head helplessly, winked at Wang Xianzhi, and turned to leave.

"Watch this!"

Before Wang Xianzhi could react, Yaya had already slapped him with a palm.

Wang Xianzhi hastily raised his arm to block, but with a dull "bang", he was knocked back two steps and his arm felt numb.

"No, you're trying to sneak attack, right?" Wang Xianzhi raised his eyebrows and looked at Yaya.

The girl didn't answer, her body was as nimble as a fox, and her palms flew up and down, creating patches of red shadows.

Her palm technique seemed light, but in fact each strike contained incredible power. Wherever the palm wind passed, the fallen leaves on the ground were picked up, forming a red whirlwind in the air.

Wang Xianzhi initially just countered Yaya's moves, but soon discovered that Yaya's attack was much more fierce than the last time they met.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he became serious. He changed his boxing style, using softness to overcome hardness, and dissolved Yaya's palm power one by one.

After twenty moves, beads of sweat had already seeped out of Yaya's nose and her breathing became disordered.

Wang Xianzhi spotted a flaw and suddenly changed his tactics, sweeping out with his right leg like a whip.

Yaya screamed and lost her balance, about to fall, but Wang Xianzhi took a step forward, put his arms around her slender waist, turned her around, and gently placed her on the ground.

He just used the instep of his feet to support her back, making it look like she was being stepped on.

"Ah, what a good wine!" Wang Xianzhi had taken off the wine gourd from Yaya's waist without knowing when, and drank it with his head tilted back.

The amber-colored wine flowed down his firmly defined chin and wet the front of his shirt.

Chapter 56 Blue suits you better!

"8848, you dare to step on me! Be careful or I'll tell my sister!" Yaya struggled underneath, her pretty face flushed with anger.

Wang Xianzhi laughed heartily, moved his foot away, and tossed the wine gourd back to her: "Tushan's wine is indeed the most delicious."

He licked his lips. He hadn't had a drop of alcohol since the other party went into seclusion. That sip of alcohol made all the pores in his body relax.

Yaya stood up with a somersault and attacked with another palm without saying a word.

Wang Xianzhi dodged to the side and teased, "Sister Yaya, it's been so long since we last met. It seems like your strength after your retreat is still as weak as before."

"You!" Yaya was so angry that her ears stood up, and the palm wind suddenly became fierce, with each blow accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.