Chapter 168 Red Fox
Dusk in late autumn always arrives quickly. Before the moisture in the mountains, stirred by sunlight, has dissipated, the sun has already set in the west. The valley's mist, carrying a strong chill, then drives the white fog downhill. The shadow of the peak falls faster and deeper over the village, gradually blending with the night, but soon, it is illuminated by the moon, turning it into a silver-gray.
In the past few months, Wang Yao has traveled all over the world, searching mountains and seas with the help of Bai Xiaosheng's ubiquitous information channels.
However, they are generally large forces, and Wang Yao is not ready to move against the super forces for the time being. Sects such as Huayu Tower, Liuli Pavilion, Yijin Valley, Yanluo Palace, Tiansha Residence, Fire Phoenix Realm, Eagle Sect, Xiantian Village... etc. do not have a grandmaster in charge, but they once had a grandmaster, and of course they also left behind some grandmaster inheritance.
As the saying goes, "An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure", this sentence still makes sense. Without the corresponding strength but possessing a more powerful secret book, he had to give it to Wang Yao when he came to him as a wind whisperer.
These grandmaster-level martial arts secrets were coveted by grandmasters before, but they all found that they were not suitable for their own paths and were useless to practice.
If you are not at a certain level, even if you get the martial arts of a grandmaster, you will not be able to understand it, and you may even go astray. Therefore, over the years, these sects have been able to continue their Taoist traditions by relying on one or two grandmasters to maintain their reputation.
Because he used a lot of tricks, it was relatively smooth and he got a lot of martial arts secrets with high efficiency. However, he did not see the second magical secret book worthy of being included in his collection.
The Wind Talker's life-saving ability is truly powerful and rare. It has not been seen in this world for thousands of years.
These grandmasters' magical skills seem okay, but their martial arts abilities are rather weak and not worth taking back.
Wang Yao felt helpless and sighed repeatedly. These grandmasters were too useless. Didn't any of them have any powerful martial arts skills?
After returning to the Tianyuan world, Wang Yao will need at least a few martial arts skills, preferably the best of the best, and he must practice them in this world first to avoid conflicts, mutual interference, etc.
Even though the Grand Master is the pinnacle of this world and the probability of his appearance is very low, with the accumulation of time, a bunch of them can still be gathered.
The probability of a small sect producing a master may be very low, but the proportion of grand masters is often higher. Those who practice in large sects and schools all follow the rules and do not know how to adapt.
If you follow the path of your predecessors, you can practice peacefully and become a master. Why not do it? But you also spend time and energy to create a martial arts, which will most likely fail. Isn't that crazy?
So if all the disciples of the big sects have this kind of thinking, how can we make them abandon their bright future, give up, and choose a path of self-created martial arts with a bleak future?
After all, the grandmaster's skills are their own and perfectly suited to them. Later generations can only achieve one or two out of ten of their effects when practicing them, which is not easy at all.
This is why even if a super power is glorious for a while, it will eventually decline. Once the grandmaster who holds up the facade dies, there will be no one to succeed him, and the situation will be affected by the large power.
If your virtue is not worthy of your position, you will have to hand over the resources and territories you control, and the emerging superpower will replace you.
Of course, after so many years, these super powers have also realized this and will discover outstanding talents in the world and train them, not to improve their skills, but to provide corresponding martial arts resources.
They hoped that outside blood could break this curse, but the results were minimal. None of the super powers that still exist today were inherited from the past.
In view of this, Wang Yao did not have any idea of promoting the Kuanglang Gang too much, because as soon as he left, it would return to its original state. Now it is imperative to use his influence to develop it for a while longer.
Wang Yao felt bored while flipping through the martial arts manuals. Even though the grand masters of these sects had some insights, there was nothing that could catch his eye.
Only then did Wang Yao realize the Wind Whisperer's amazing talent. He could actually create such a unique skill. He didn't know what he had experienced.
No, we can't pin our hopes on these mediocre Grandmasters. Their death would mean they are losers. So, it seems we still need the secret manual passed down from the Wordless Heavenly Book.
There are many famous martial arts techniques in the world, but the ones that can really benefit me are probably those inherited from the Wordless Heavenly Book.
Wang Yao now has a clear understanding of the major sects in the martial arts world, as well as the martial arts techniques possessed by several grand masters.
I had thought about it before. If the skills passed down by the grandmasters of these sects are really unusable, then I can only go find the current grandmasters.
They are not ordinary grandmasters who have a short lifespan and cannot transcend time, but grandmasters who have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years and founded their own sects.
There's an old guy at the imperial court. I won't make any plans against him for now. He's lived too long and has too many cards up his sleeve. I'm afraid of him. I'd better pick a weak target.
Immediately, the appearance of the Sword Master of Jianmen appeared in Wang Yao's mind. He was filled with emotion when he worked together with an unknown grandmaster to kill the Demon Lord.
However, due to the serious injury, the Swordsman quickly returned to the sect to recuperate, leaving Wang Yao no chance to even say hello to him.
Of course, killing the Demon Lord did not demonstrate how powerful the Sword Bearers were. The Demon Lord's martial arts were not that simple. It was just that the Demon Lord was shaken by Wang Yao's breakthrough and the destruction of the headquarters. In addition, his initial injuries had not yet fully healed, so he was taken advantage of and killed on the spot.
In a blink of an eye, another half month passed. The news of the Demon Sect being wiped out had spread throughout the martial arts world. The prestige of the Wu Dynasty was greatly boosted, and even the wild warriors who were causing trouble everywhere became less likely to cause trouble.
Of course, the biggest news is that the Wind Whisperer attacked many sects in a frenzied manner and looted secret books, which is the typical behavior of a demon.
No, it can't even be said to be the Demonic Path. When the Demonic Sect was in the Central Plains, they were not as unreasonable as him. They came to steal the skills, which was too much.
It must be an unorthodox and evil way, more evil than anything else!
Naturally, this behavior aroused the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. Just when the people in the martial arts world and the sects that had been robbed were seeking justice, the imperial court, which was in power, did not make any move at all, let alone send out a grandmaster to issue an arrest warrant to capture the Wind Whisperer.
The imperial court is now just an empty shell. It’s fine if we work together to deal with the Demon Sect that is a threat to everyone, but what threat is there to the Wind Whisperers? Have they ever caused any harm to your super power?
What's more, Wang Yao did not hide his actions from the old guy in the royal family, so naturally the old royal priests would not take action against him without reason. It would be better to seize the opportunity to rectify the government and take back the provincial capital and county towns occupied by the underworld forces.
Amidst the bustling hustle and bustle of the martial arts world, Wang Yao, the most talked-about protagonist, was still carrying out his great cause, robbing martial arts techniques!
On the distant horizon, the sun was about to set, the western glow waving a brilliant scarf. Suddenly, the grass on the ground was coated in a golden hue. The evening breeze picked up, and the swaying foxtail grass sang a lyrical twilight song. Rows of white cabins appeared, as delicate as a fairy tale and as beautiful as a dream.
Wang Yao was just coming out of the mountain gate where Wuliangyuan was located, and then he went down the mountain like a breeze. He did not look at the road but instead flipped the Wuliang Fist in his hand, but he seemed to have eyes to avoid all the trees and rocks.
"I originally wanted to learn some boxing techniques from other grandmasters, but I'm disappointed. It's not Grandmaster Wuliang's fault, it's just too old. The boxing techniques back then have been updated for hundreds of generations compared to what we have now." Wang Yao sighed, and a copy of the Wuliang Fist boxing secret book in his hand suddenly exploded into pieces, fluttering in the wind.
It's not that the Grandmaster's boxing technique is not sophisticated enough, nor is it that the martial arts skills included in it are not powerful, but that the concepts in it, such as the way of exerting force and punching techniques, are too backward.
Wang Yao felt that after so many years of upgrading his Wild Wave Fist, it was no longer inferior to the Infinite Fist, which was really useless to him. It seemed that he really couldn't waste time on these small fry. Should he go visit the Sword Master?
The Sword Master is the most outstanding person since the founding of Jianmen, and his swordsmanship is so popular because of him.
Wang Yao also knew the news that the swordsman was injured, because the swordsman left a trace of disordered internal energy in the surrounding space.
However, when this thought came to Wang Yao's mind, or rather his heart, he realized that something was wrong.
Wang Yao suddenly discovered that the mountain road ahead was covered with thick fog, and bursts of noisy and noisy sounds came from the fog, which seemed a bit weird.
"Hmph, playing tricks!" Wang Yao snorted coldly, took a big step forward, and stepped straight into the fog.
The deep mountains and old forests are deserted and extremely cold, but the scene is completely different in the fog.
The street is bustling with people and traffic, and the world is bustling with noise.
Teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, and workshops lined the streets. Small vendors, holding large umbrellas, lined the open spaces on either side. The streets stretched east and west, extending into the quieter suburbs outside the city. Yet, the streets were still bustling with people: some carrying loads, some delivering goods in ox carts, some pulling donkeys and carts, and some simply stopping to admire the scenery of the Bian River.
With the tall city tower as the center, there are rows of houses on both sides, including teahouses, wine shops, shoe shops, butcher shops, temples, government offices, etc.
At this time, in front of a pork stall, a woodcutter brought a wild fox to the pig butcher.
"Boss, how about I exchange this fox for two pounds of pork from you?" The woodcutter's hands were covered with calluses and had a few scars from healed wounds, but he couldn't move the red fox at all.
"No, I'm selling pork. How can you send a fox here? Selling fox meat in a pork stall?" There was a sly glint in the pig butcher's eyes, but he took the red fox without loosening his hand, and his big mouth was wide open with a smile.
"Please don't tease an old man like me. There are always some nobles in the city who like these wild games. This red fox fur can also be used to make gloves or something. So, in exchange for a pound and a half of pork, I can go home and smoke it to have a good New Year. If you bargain again, I will go somewhere else." The old woodcutter naturally knew what the pig butcher meant, but he had no choice but to let him blackmail him.
"Okay, okay, old man, you're straightforward. Let's make a deal." The pig butcher agreed to the old woodcutter's request decisively. He used his knife with great force to cut a piece of pork, tied it with a straw rope, and threw it into the basket behind the old woodcutter.
As a pork seller who has been in the business all his life, he can tell how heavy the meat is without even weighing it.
Wang Yao was a little curious and walked over slowly, because in his sight, the other pedestrians were colorless, only the pork stall had color.
The transaction between the two parties was concluded smoothly. The old woodcutter weighed the pork with great satisfaction and left with a smile. Today he could make a bowl of broth for his grandson.
After the old woodcutter left, the pig butcher took the butcher knife and practiced it on the red fox a few times, as if to see how to cut without damaging the fur.
How could the red fox not struggle in such a desperate situation of life and death? However, its strength was too small for the pig butcher, and the pig butcher did not feel anything after several struggles.
At this time, the red fox seemed to see Wang Yao passing by, and its pair of black eyes stared at him, and its moist eyes showed pleading.
It was a remarkably beautiful fox. Its fur was a fiery red, like a coat of oil paint, gleaming with a gorgeous sheen in the sunlight. Its figure was graceful, its limbs well-proportioned, and its two fleshy ears stood proudly erect. Its snow-white eyebrows made its nose, eyes, and entire face appear vivid and even charming.
"Oh, mother, this little fox is crying, so pitiful." A little girl was passing by here with her mother, but her mother seemed not to see the little fox and dragged the screaming little girl away.
Wang Yao also discovered at this time that the little girl had color, while her mother was grayish white, just as gray as other pedestrians.
"Alas, poor little thing, I can't bear to kill you, but I have to live too. I have a lot of people at home waiting for me to support them. I'm sorry." The old butcher also noticed that the red fox was crying, but he could only suppress his pity and was about to cut it.
At the moment of life and death, the red fox didn't know where it got the strength from, broke free from the pig butcher's hands, and jumped in front of Wang Yao.
The red fox knelt down and bowed to Wang Yao with its little hands. Its eyes blinked and tears flowed down, with pleading look in its eyes.
It knew that it couldn't run far in the human town, so it sought Wang Yao's help, its desire to survive overflowing.
The pig butcher was also startled by the red fox's breakaway, but he walked over calmly, glanced at the red fox, then at Wang Yao, and said, "Sir, all things have spirits. This little fox is so full of spirit energy that I can't kill it. Why don't you buy this little fox and release it into the wild or keep it as a pet? It's up to you."
Wang Yao thought it was quite interesting and was indeed moved by the little fox. Why not do it?
"How about you take away two taels of silver, sir?" The pig butcher's rough voice woke Wang Yao up.
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