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As for why even though Wang Xianzhi has already gained a reputation for being invincible, there are still people who keep coming forward to challenge him.

That is of course because of the sentence "I see how pitiful the swordsmen in the world are, I see how pitiful the swordsmen in the world are!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many swordsmen rushed forward to challenge Wang Xianzhi.

However, most of them were there to deliver food, and none of them could be Wang Xianzhi's opponent.

I can't even take one move.

The late spring raindrops are like endless cotton threads, entwining the eaves on both sides of the bluestone street.

Li Chungang huddled under the corridor pillars with peeling vermilion paint, staring at the water droplets dripping from the eaves in a daze.

Since returning from outside the circle, he has been dormant in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River for more than a month.

Every morning, he would go out to beg on the streets, and at night he would return to the dilapidated temple of the City God in the small town to rest.

Look at the pedestrians walking hurriedly past in the puddles.

Some people threw copper coins, while others frowned and avoided them.

Perhaps no one would have thought that hidden under this beggar's skin was the Green-Robed Sword God who once made the world tremble with fear.

At three quarters past You, dusk permeates the streets.

Li Chungang was just about to get up and go to the dilapidated temple when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

Looking up, I saw a burly young man stumbling towards me, holding an oil-paper bag in his arms, and a wine gourd on his waist that was emitting tiny stains of wine.

The boy was about twelve or thirteen years old. His delicate face was stained with sweat, and his braids were casually tied with a straw rope. He had a bit of wild and spiritual air.

"Old beggar!" The young man ran over and put the oil-paper bag on the stone table, panting.

"The wine is Zuixianju's ten-year-old wine, and the chicken is Juxianlou's signature roast chicken. I'm so tired!"

He glared at Li Chungang with his hands on his hips, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Isn't it time you kept your promise this time?"

Li Chungang raised his eyebrows.

Recalling that three days ago, the young man had squatted in front of him and watched for two full hours.

At the end, he suddenly said: "Old beggar, the way you chase the dog with bamboo chopsticks is very similar to a sword move."

At that time, Li Chungang was chewing on a steamed bun and almost choked when he heard this.

The young man refused to give in. He took out the candy cake from his arms and broke it in half: "Teach me three tricks and I'll give you half."

Chapter 108 A pot of fine wine and a roast chicken

Then the other party kept begging me to teach him swordsmanship, and I had no choice but to tell him how to do it in exchange for him bringing a pot of good wine and a roast chicken.

I would teach him myself, but I didn't expect that he would actually...

Looking at the boy's bright eyes at this moment, Li Chungang's throat moved.

He reached out and pulled off a chicken leg, the fat dripping from his fingers onto his coarse clothes. "Little boy, let me fill my stomach first."

The young man stamped his feet anxiously: "I'm a man of my words. I've brought everything!"

He reached out to tug at Li Chungang's sleeve, "The other day you said if I brought wine and meat, you would teach me swordsmanship!"

Li Chungang bit his chicken leg and mumbled, "Nowadays, everyone on the street is learning Wang Xianzhi's boxing. Why do you insist on learning sword?"

He asked casually, his eyes sweeping over the boy's youthful face.

Gu Yi suddenly straightened his back, his chest tensed: "Because the sword is stronger than the fist!"

He pulled a bamboo stick from his sleeve and drew crooked sword marks in the stagnant water. "Last month, I heard from a storyteller that Sword God Li split the river eight hundred feet wide with a single strike of his sword. And when Wang Xianzhi first challenged the Sword God, he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes!"

At the moment the bamboo branch broke, he suddenly squatted down and took out half a piece of sesame candy from his pocket. "And I heard that the flash and shadow of a swordsman's sword is more reasonable than fists."

The sesame candy shone with an oily sheen in the twilight, looking a bit sour.

"And the most important reason for me to learn swordsmanship is naturally to challenge Wang Xianzhi!"

Hearing this, Li Chungang spat out the wine in his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"You said you wanted to challenge Wang Xianzhi?"

Li Chungang didn't expect that such a little brat would want to learn sword and challenge himself.

I have learned a lot.

"Of course, don't underestimate the heart of a swordsman!"

"One day, I will let Wang Xianzhi know that there are also people like me who are swordsmen!"

Hearing this, Li Chungang looked at the other person with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

But I still advised: "Although it is good to have dreams, you still have to do it within your ability!"

"Who in the world today can defeat Wang Xianzhi?"

But the little boy's next words left him speechless: "Of course there is, that is the Green Shirt Sword God, Li Chungang!"

The corners of Li Chunfeng's mouth inadvertently rose at this moment.

"Do you know why Wang Xianzhi is invincible?" At this time, Li Chungang suddenly put down the roast chicken in his hand.

"One person can suppress the entire martial arts world. Even the so-called Sword God you mentioned was defeated by him." He paused, looked at Gu Yi's serious expression, and suddenly reached out to hold the boy's shoulder.

"Although the sword is powerful, it may not be able to defeat Wang Xianzhi!"

"Is that all you want to learn sword?"

The young man's eyes showed no fear when he heard this: "Of course, if I were afraid, why would I learn this sword?"

Li Chungang looked at the flickering fire in the boy's eyes, his thoughts drifting away.

He suddenly grabbed the wine gourd and took a big gulp. The spicy wine burned his throat, but warmed the blood that had been dormant in his chest for a long time.

"Tomorrow at 11:00 AM, in the back hall of the City God Temple." Li Chungang threw the chicken bones into the grass in the corner.

"I'll wait for you there. Remember, I won't wait for you if you're too late!" He stood up, and his linen clothes rustled in the evening breeze.

When he heard that Li Chunfeng could teach him, the boy's eyes lit up even brighter.

He gripped the bamboo stick tightly, feeling his palms getting slightly damp.

"Yes."

Before leaving, Li Chunfeng turned his head and looked at the boy again: "By the way, I still don't know your name?"

The young man smiled and said, "Gu Yi, my name is Gu Yi!"

That night, the moonlight in the small town was exceptionally bright, shining on the broken walls of the dilapidated temple.

At three quarters past the hour of Mao, the morning light begins to shine.

Gu Yi stepped on the dew and climbed up the small slope behind the City God Temple.

Among the broken walls of the dilapidated temple, Li Chungang was taking a nap leaning against the mottled statue of the City God, with a few locust flowers stuck to his silver hair.

Hearing the footsteps, he didn't even raise his eyelids, but suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wine jar in mid-air, and it flew into his hand.

The cork popped out with a "pop", the aroma of wine filled the air, and startled a few swallows on the beams.

Gu Yi pushed the door open and saw Li Chungang lying in the center.

"Have you ever touched a real sword?" Li Chungang took a sip of wine and suddenly threw a wooden sword.

Gu Yi hurriedly caught it. The tentacles were rough, obviously carved from old locust wood.

When the hilt of the sword hit his palm, he heard his own heartbeat.

Although it was just a wooden sword, it was also his first time touching a sword!

"Stand in horse stance for two hours first, and hold on tight." Li Chungang's voice was like a bamboo stick soaked in ice water, clear and bitingly cold.

Gu Yi hurriedly stood still with his legs shoulder-width apart.

The wooden sword stood upright on the ground, with the tip of the sword facing the mottled door knocker of the City God Temple.

Soon, just as my knees bent three inches, I felt a burning pain in my thigh muscles.

"The first step for a swordsman is to learn to pin himself to the ground."

"Stand straight like a pine tree." Li Chungang suddenly threw a piece of broken tile, hitting Gu Yi's crooked right shoulder accurately.

"If you keep shaking, I'll throw you into the pond at the entrance of town."

The boy gritted his teeth and forced himself to steady himself.

Rainwater dripped down the tiles and onto the wooden sword.

"Next, I'll teach you a few mantras." Li Chungang wiped his hands and walked behind Gu Yi.

"This skill is called 'Heaven and Earth Solidifying Technique'. Listen carefully."

The old man's fingertips touched the "Mingmen Point" on Gu Yi's lower back, and a stream of heat flowed along the meridians to his dantian.

"Remember, the Qi flows through the Tianshu, Tianxuan, and Tianji acupoints, circling back and forth like a ring with no end."

Gu Yi closed his eyes and recited the mantra silently. Suddenly, he felt a small flame ignite in his dantian, and rushed along the tail vertebrae to the top of his head.

The wooden sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"Interesting." Li Chungang raised his eyebrows.

In this way, for half a month, Gu Yi was doing horse stance.

Until the opponent's horse stance has reached the point where his mind is not confused and his body is not shaking.

Li Chungang was barely satisfied.

The main reason is that the other party is a bit old, and if he wants to practice sword, he needs Li Chungang to help him lay a "foundation".

The "Heaven and Earth Solidification Skill" was something he learned from Taoist scriptures.

It can reshape the body's meridians.

And Gu Yi naturally also felt the changes in himself.

At three quarters past morning, the night dew was still condensed on the bluestone road.

As usual, Li Chungang sat on the cushion behind the incense table. The morning light shone through the torn window paper, weaving a web of light and dark on his wrinkled face.

"Aren't you doing horse stance today?" Gu Yi asked in confusion.

When Li Chungang raised his eyes, the spider silk hanging from the eaves was reflected in his pupils: "Boy, come here."

The young man approached wearing open-toed straw sandals.

"Let me ask you, where is the place you most want to go?"

Upon hearing this, the young man said without hesitation: "Of course it's the number one city in the world, Emperor Wu City!"

"Wu Di City...?"

Li Chungang rubbed it with his fingertips, and the sound was as light as the wind blowing through the candlelight.

"I have one more piece of news for you. I am leaving."

Gu Yi stared at the new silver strands in the old man's hair, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"What should I do if you leave?" He was surprised to find his voice was hoarse as he said this.

In his panic, Gu Yi knocked over the bronze bell on the altar.

Amid the buzzing sound, he saw his shadow in the incense ash trembling slightly.

Li Chungang was silent for a moment.

"You little bastard, you can't live without me?"

Chapter 109 Heading to Wudi City!

"When I was out on my own, I wasn't even that much older than you."

Gu Yi looked up suddenly and saw the dark tide surging in the old man's eyes.

"If you want to go, go ahead. I'm always alone anyway." The boy's straw sandals kicked up a piece of gravel as he turned around.