Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

In other words, she doesn't listen to anyone but her sister.

Chapter 81: A Sword Splits a River Over 800 Feet

Tushan Yaya stood on the mountain path, her fox ears trembling uneasily.

Seeing this, Tushan Rongrong stopped teasing her: "Okay, Sister Yaya, Sister Honghong is in Wudang now, not in Tushan at the moment."

"Huh——" Upon hearing this, Tushan Yaya let out a long sigh, and the tense expression on her face suddenly relaxed.

She turned around and grabbed Wang Xianzhi's sleeve: "Let's go back quickly, while my sister is not here..."

The mountain wind suddenly stopped.

Wang Xianzhi stood there motionless.

His gaze passed Tushan Yaya and looked towards the misty mountain peak in the distance.

"Sister Yaya, 8848 will not return to Tushan." Tushan Rongrong's voice came lightly.

Tushan Yaya's fingers froze.

She slowly let go of Wang Xianzhi's sleeve, and the light in her eyes dimmed little by little.

But soon, she raised her chin again, and an exaggerated smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Is that so? Then you should go back to Wudang first, I'll find you later!"

The new nickname "Stinky Sesame" made Wang Xianzhi's previously arrogant expression fall.

On the way back, Tushan Yaya was so bored that she gave Wang Xianzhi more than a dozen nicknames, ranging from "Ice Face" to "Wooden Man".

Finally she chose this name which she thought was the "most appropriate".

Wang Xianzhi nodded slightly, his eyes still looking into the distance.

Tushan Yaya stamped her feet, turned around and grabbed the collars of the big and small dogs: "Let's go! Let's go back to Tushan!"

Her voice was deliberately raised, as if she was trying to cover up something.

After the three figures disappeared at the end of the mountain path, Tushan Rongrong put away her folding fan and said, "Aren't you going to tell Sister Yaya?"

"There's nothing much to say. The more you talk, the harder it will be to leave." Wang Xianzhi's voice was as calm as a pool of deep water.

Tushan Rongrong turned her head and looked carefully at the young man who had grown up in Tushan.

The sunlight passed through the clouds, casting shadows of varying shades on his angular profile.

"You've changed a lot." Tushan Rongrong said softly.

"Time makes a person grow, isn't it the same for you, Sister Rongrong?" Wang Xianzhi finally withdrew his gaze from the distance, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The smile was fleeting, and he turned and walked towards the main peak of Wudang.

Tushan Rongrong looked at his back and suddenly remembered that winter.

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Behind the Wudang Mountains, the Yangtze River is as calm as a mirror.

A man in a green shirt sat cross-legged by the lake, with an ancient long sword beside him. The three seal characters "木马牛" on the sword shone coldly in the sunlight.

If there were a sword cultivator here, he would definitely recognize this sword, and he would also recognize the contemporary sword master - Li Chungang.

Time passes in silence.

Suddenly, Li Chungang opened his eyes, and the sword intent in his eyes surged.

He did not stand up, but simply put his fingers together to form a sword and swung it lightly.

"Zheng——"

The Trojan Horse Ox was unsheathed, and a bright sword light crossed the lake.

The calm river water seemed to be split open by the hand of God, forming a vacuum channel over 800 feet long.

The water walls on both sides were ten feet high and were suspended in the air, unable to fall back for a long time.

On the distant mountain top, two figures, one red and one white, stood watching the sword.

"A single sword can split a river eight hundred feet long. How can any hero in the world do that?" Zhang Fuyao stroked his beard and sighed, his eyes full of amazement.

The woman in red beside him remained silent.

"The pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, this sword is truly terrifying!" Zhang Fu shook his head and sighed.

"What do you think, Miss Honghong?"

Tushan Honghong finally spoke, her voice as cold as frost: "His swordsmanship is unique to me. Even if Zhang Sanfeng were alive, he wouldn't be able to achieve such strength at his age."

"Yes, this sword alone is enough to look down on all the heroes in the world!" Zhang Fuyao smiled bitterly when he heard this.

As one of the few people who witnessed Zhang Sanfeng at his peak, Tushan Honghong's evaluation carries great weight.

Two years ago, Li Chungang came to Wudang to learn sword skills and he went into seclusion here.

I'm afraid only he knows what level he has reached now.

There were footsteps on the mountain path.

Wang Xianzhi walked slowly up the stone steps, his white clothes still covered with dust from the long journey.

"Master, Sister Honghong." He bowed.

Zhang Fuyao turned around, a look of relief in his eyes: "You're back."

Wang Xianzhi nodded, but his eyes passed over the two of them and fell on the figure in green clothes by the lake in the distance.

Tushan Honghong followed his gaze and narrowed her golden pupils slightly.

At this moment, the figure in green appeared on the top of the mountain.

Li Chungang stood with his hands behind his back, the wooden horse and ox hanging at his side, and the tip of his sword slowly rotating downwards.

"Master Zhang, Miss Honghong, long time no see." His voice was as gentle as jade, completely different from the domineering sword he had just struck.

Zhang Fuyao stroked his beard and smiled, "Yes, it has indeed been over two years since the Sword God went into seclusion here."

Wang Xianzhi's eyes met Li Chungang's in the air.

The moment the two lines of sight met, the air flow on the top of the mountain suddenly became turbulent.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"Wudang Wang Xianzhi." Wang Xianzhi bowed, his voice calm, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was burning like fire.

Li Chungang smiled.

Ever since he became the leader in swordsmanship, it has been hard to find an opponent in this world.

Over time, an idea came to his mind: The only one who can defeat me is myself!

The mountain wind suddenly stopped.

Li Chungang was a little confused: "I don't think I've seen you in Wudang before?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhang Fuyao stood up.

"The Sword God doesn't know. He just came back from training."

Hearing this, Li Chungang nodded thoughtfully.

"Master Zhang, I have been bothering Wudang for a long time. It is time for me to leave now."

But just as he turned to leave, a voice came.

"and many more."

The person who spoke was Wang Xianzhi.

Zhang Fuyao and Tushan Honghong looked at him with some confusion.

"Why is Sword Master so anxious to leave? I have something I want to ask you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Fuyao's face suddenly turned ugly.

He had already understood what Wang Xianzhi meant and was about to speak out to stop him.

"Oh? What's the matter?"

“It is rumored that since his debut, the Sword God has dominated the world and has no rivals among his peers!

Today, I, the younger generation, would like to ask the Sword God for advice!"

If others heard what Wang Xianzhi said, they would naturally be laughed at.

But Zhang Fuyao and Tushan Honghong naturally understood that Wang Xianzhi was serious.

"Nonsense!"

"You can't challenge the Sword God just because you want..."

Zhang Fuyao originally wanted to speak up to stop the other party.

But Li Chungang reached out to interrupt.

"Master Zhang, if you are willing to ask for advice, we will certainly be happy to help you."

Wang Xianzhi then spoke up: "Master, I have made up my mind. Please grant my permission!"

For a moment, Zhang Fuyao was in a dilemma.

The most important reason why he didn't want Wang Xianzhi to confront him now was that the other party's heart of Taoism would be shattered by Li Chungang.

Some people may say, how can you reach the top without experiencing failure?

Zhang Fuyao responded directly with: "******!"

You have to understand that you are facing a sword immortal who appears once every five hundred years, and whose sword talent is comparable to that of Lu Zu.

He is also the current leader of kendo, Sword God Li Chungang!

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Zhang Fuyao's brows were furrowed, his eyes darting back and forth between Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang, his heart filled with worry.

——He was afraid that Wang Xianzhi would suffer a terrible defeat.

The twelve-year gap may just be the passage of time for ordinary people.

But for peerless geniuses like Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi, twelve years is enough to refine their sword skills to the peak and bring their martial arts attainments to the pinnacle.

Zhang Fuyao has seen too many geniuses whose faith was shattered and who were unable to recover after challenging stronger opponents.

He didn't want Wang Xianzhi to follow in his footsteps.

"Xianzhi, do you really want to challenge Li Jianshen?" Zhang Fuyao asked in a deep voice, his tone solemn.

Wang Xianzhi's expression was calm, but his gaze was sharp as a knife. "Master, I understand the difficulty of this, but I still want to give it a try. Please allow me!"

Zhang Fuyao remained silent, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in his ears: "Let him try, otherwise this will become a knot in his heart in the future."

Hearing this voice, Zhang Fuyao smiled bitterly.

Zhang Fuyao pondered for a moment, then sighed, "Well, since you insist on doing this, then go ahead."

Wang Xianzhi clasped his fists and bowed, then turned and walked towards Li Chungang.

Tushan Honghong, who was about to leave, stopped at this moment and retreated to the edge of the cliff with Zhang Fuyao, watching the martial arts battle that was about to break out.

Just when Li Chungang was about to leave, she also planned to leave, but Wang Xianzhi's challenge aroused her interest.

At the foot of the mountain, by the Yangtze River.

The river is surging and the waves are crashing against the shore.

"Sword God, please!" Wang Xianzhi bowed and hugged him.

Li Chungang stood by the river, his green robe fluttering in the wind, the wooden horse and ox hanging at his side, the tip of his sword slightly drooping, as if it had not been unsheathed, but the awe-inspiring sword intent was already permeating the surroundings.

He looked at Wang Xianzhi, shook his head and said, "If I take action, you will definitely lose."

This is not arrogance, it is the truth.

One sword can open a river eight hundred feet wide, and one sword can cut mountains and rivers in half.