Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

The drizzle of late spring is like silk, wrapping around the wine flags on both sides of the bluestone road.

Seeing that the other person's face was almost full of sadness, Li Chungang stopped teasing him.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going with me?" A hoarse voice mixed with the sound of rain came down, and Gu Yi's hands clenched suddenly.

The boy's shoulders trembled slightly, and when he turned around suddenly, water droplets fell from the ends of his hair.

But there were sparks in his eyes - he thought this eccentric old beggar was going to leave alone.

"You want to take me with you...?" Gu Yi uttered half of the sentence with his Adam's apple rolling. Suddenly, he realized his loss of composure and turned his face away with his ears burning.

The old beggar suddenly grinned, a hideous scar visible at the corner of his missing tooth. "When did I ever say I wouldn't take you with me? You haven't even learned my sword yet, so how could I possibly let you down with my wine and roast chicken?"

He knocked the bamboo stick against the bluestone slab, causing a few splashes of water. "Go back and pack up. You will leave with me tomorrow."

Gu Yi watched the old beggar's hunched back disappear at the end of the rain alley.

The boy suddenly laughed, and when he turned around his steps were so light as if he was walking on clouds.

Before the morning mist dissipated, Gu Yi was already waiting at the gate of the City God Temple, carrying a green cloth bag on his back.

When Li Chungang appeared with a bamboo stick, the morning light was giving his messy white hair a golden edge, and his one eye was shining coldly in the shadows.

"Where are we going?" The boy couldn't help but speak when he stepped onto the cobblestone road.

He tossed and turned last night and couldn't sleep, his mind full of thoughts about his upcoming debut.

The old beggar glanced at him sideways and knocked his bamboo stick on the sycamore tree by the roadside: "The place you are thinking about most."

His steps suddenly stopped. Gu Yi looked at the mountains that were looming in the distance, and a bitter feeling rose in his throat: "We are going to Wudi City?!"

Before he finished speaking, cold sweat broke out on his fingertips.

He had heard from a storyteller in a teahouse that the lonely city was towering into the clouds, and the top of the city was filled with weapons of famous masters in the world.

The old beggar suddenly burst into laughter, startling the birds in the trees. "Why, weren't you clamoring to challenge Wang Xianzhi earlier? Now that you're really going to Wudi City, why are you panicking?"

Li Chungang's eyes flashed with cunning: "Are you scared?"

The boy's nails almost dug into his palms.

"I'm not panicking!"

He heard his voice trembling, "It's just... I just feel that I'm too young now and need some training and polishing."

The old beggar suddenly stopped laughing, his single eye reflecting the brightening sky in the east. "Don't panic, even if you want to challenge Wang Xianzhi, you have to rank behind me!"

"Do you really want to challenge Wang Xianzhi?"

"What else? You come?"

The young man said nothing, his eyes fixed blankly on the old beggar's empty left sleeve.

Li Chungang immediately said, "Hey, even though I lost an arm, I'm still more than capable of defeating Wang Xianzhi!"

But obviously these words did not convince the young man.

The old beggar suddenly raised his hand, and the bamboo stick drew a half arc of light on the stone surface.

Gu Yi's pupils reflected the white light, and he felt a sharp pain in his retina. When he looked again, he saw a sword mark about an inch deep on the stone surface, with a thin layer of ice on the edge - it was clearly late spring!

The old beggar shook his broken sleeve and said, "Well, now you believe it!"

"Xin, the old beggar is the best!" the young man suddenly shouted.

"But Wang Xianzhi is not weak either, he is the second best in the world!"

Having said that, he noticed the reflection of the old beggar in the stream. The sword intent in his one eye was surging like a tide, and it even caused a thin layer of ice to form on the water surface.

A lone lamp in the night.

The late spring night wind carried the scent of damp grass and trees as it swept across the barren hills. Gu Yi's snoring mixed with the gurgling of a distant stream.

Li Chungang sat with his back against a dead tree, pinching half a blade of grass between his fingertips and stroking it gently.

In the distant valley, a night owl suddenly let out a strange laugh, startling a few fireflies.

Li Chungang looked up and saw a line of golden light suddenly split open in the southeast sky.

The light came extremely quickly and in the blink of an eye it had transformed into a human silhouette.

"What a skill the Sword God has! It took me so long to find him." The man spoke, his voice like the sound of a chime, three parts teasing and seven parts madness.

He walked slowly closer, looking at the one-armed man under the tree with a smile.

Li Chungang raised his eyelids, without saying anything, but just snapped his fingers, and the grass leaves turned into ashes, falling on the dry mud.

Gu Yi turned over, mumbled a few words in his sleep, and fell into snoring again.

The third young master of Aolai suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on Li Chungang's empty left sleeve.

He raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

After a moment, he suddenly chuckled, "The sword god of the past, dressed in green and wielding a sword, has now become a one-armed knight. How unpredictable life really is."

Upon hearing this, Li Chungang pulled up a bitter smile.

"Young Master, you come here so late at night. Is it just to tease Li about his embarrassment?" He raised his eyes and looked directly at the other person, with a cold light flashing in his only eye.

The third young master of Aolai suppressed his smile and slowly walked to the dead tree and sat down.

"Who else out there can hurt you?"

Li Chungang was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his one arm.

He then recounted the causes and consequences of what happened after he went outside the circle.

After hearing this, the third young master of Aolai stroked his chin.

He could probably guess who this thing was prepared for. If it wasn't him, it was that guy from five hundred years ago.

"You actually have such a magical weapon. Did you bring back the mirror?"

Hearing this, Li Chungang shook his head: "I cut it off with one sword!"

Young Master Aolai felt a little sorry when he heard this.

He stroked his chin: "So what are your plans now?"

The two were silent for a while, only the night wind swept across the barren hills, lifting Gu Yi's clothes.

The third young master of Aolai suddenly looked up and sighed.

"Alas, I really don't know what you are doing. Wang Xianzhi is currently on the rise.

Now you have lost an arm, how can you win?"

He didn't say anything, as if he agreed.

Then Li Chungang gently placed his one arm on Gu Yi's shoulder.

The young man was sleeping soundly, but there was a trace of worry on his brow, as if he was troubled by a nightmare.

"If you can't win, you won't go?"

The third young master of Aolai suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter shattered the star map into pieces.

"How foolish!"

"Well, I know I can't persuade you, but please don't die there!"

After Aolai Third Young Master finished speaking, Li Chungang began to ask.

"Have you finished cleaning up those guys up there?"

"Well, at least for a while, it won't show up again."

"Even if you come again, you can't help me now!"

The words of the Third Young Master Aolai seemed to be sarcastic, but Li Chungang was not angry.

"By the way, I let someone in from outside the circle before, but I don't know where they ran off to!"

"Who?"

"A bit like... a fox demon!"

Young Master Aolai pondered for a moment.

"I know who it is. She can't make any big waves."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but he left a message before leaving.

"I will watch your fight with Wang Xianzhi. Don't die!"

When Li Chungang heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 110 On the backbone of a martial arts world!

At three quarters past three in the morning, the waning moon had not yet completely disappeared, but the sky was already turning pale.

Li Chungang was sitting cross-legged in the distance, his blue shirt rustling in the morning breeze.

Gu Yi had also woken up by this time.

"Awake?" Li Chungang suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse and vicissitudes of life.

Gu Yi's eyes were still a little hazy, and his Adam's apple rolled as he replied, "Yeah."

"Get up and get ready, it's time to continue on the road."

Half a month later.

When the majestic city wall finally pierced the horizon, Gu Yi's eyes suddenly widened.

The blue-gray city walls are like the backbone of a giant beast, shining coldly in the spring sunshine.

Under the eight-zhang-high city wall, the waves of the moat reflect the skylight, like a flowing silver ribbon.

"Is this Wudi City?" Gu Yi's voice trembled with disbelief.

He had seen records in books that said that before this city was renamed Wudi City, it was a coastal city called Linjiang City.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, I understand why it was called Linjiang City in the past.

But after experiencing it in person, I realized that words are too thin after all.

The city walls were also filled with various weapons.

Rumor has it that these were left behind by those who came to challenge Wang Xianzhi and were defeated.

"Have you seen enough?" There was a hint of teasing in Li Chungang's voice.

"I don't know what's so good about this. Let's go."

Gu Yi swallowed and felt his throat tighten.

He suddenly remembered what he had heard from the storyteller before leaving: "If you have seen Emperor Wu City in this lifetime, you have seen the martial arts world for half of your life."

Only at this moment did he understand that this was more than just half a lifetime of martial arts, it was clearly the backbone of the entire world.

As he approached the city gate, Gu Yi discovered that the seemingly single blue-gray city wall was actually made up of thousands of scarred bricks.

The traces on each brick represent the history of this city!

He suddenly remembered the rumors in the martial arts world, saying that Wang Xianzhi never used weapons when fighting, and could take on famous swords in the world with the power of a single punch.

Looking at these scars now, I realized that the rumors were true.

With the city gates open, merchants and travelers came in and out in an endless stream.

There are men carrying wine jars, merchants from the Western Regions leading camels, but more are wanderers with long swords on their waists.

Gu Yi noticed that anyone wearing a sword would unconsciously bow their head when passing through the city gate - not out of fear, but a kind of respect that was almost like a pilgrimage.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Li Chungang's voice came from the front with a bit of impatience.

"Do you want to stand at the city gate like a wife-waiting rock?"

The young man hurried to catch up, but the moment he stepped through the city gate, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure coming towards him.

It was a kind of pressure similar to that of sword energy, but far more generous and powerful than sword energy. It was as if the entire city was breathing, and every brick and stone was examining the visitors.

Gu Yi's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the cold sweat oozing from his palms made the hilt of the sword slippery.

On the other hand, Li Chungang seemed to be walking casually in his own backyard.