Fox Demon: Li Chungang’s talent at the beginning, simulates reincarnation

Seven years later.

Tushan City.

The most prosperous and lively central street, a teahouse in front of Yaoxinzhai store.

Today's tea house is booming with business.

Just because a storyteller came here not long ago.

The stories it tells are mesmerizing and wonderful.

The guests here are not here to drink tea, but to listen to books.

Snapped!

Suddenly the chopping board hit the table hard.

"Continuing from the last chapter in the book, let us continue today to tell the story of the legendary figure, the sword god Li Chungang!"

"Speaking of which, Li Chungang is amazing. Who is the most famous in the entire world? Who is the most powerful? Who can be said to be invincible?"

"Throughout the ages, there is only one sword god, Li Chungang."

"There can be many Sword Immortals, but there is only one Sword God!"

"Since his debut, the Sword God has gone to King Quan Villa seven times and won six out of seven battles. If the Demon Emperor doesn't come out, who can compete with him?"

Among the crowd, a six- or seven-year-old ignorant kid suddenly raised his hand like a curious baby: "Then Li Chungang is so powerful, but why did he win six out of seven in the end?"

"Did he lose in the end?"

The child asked the doubts in the hearts of everyone present, and it was also the voice of everyone.

They all want to know why Li Chungang, who never gave up and was invincible for half a century, won six out of seven battles with Wangquan Villa instead of seven out of seven.

The storyteller seems to have deliberately aroused everyone's interest.

He changed the subject and his tone became a little more serious: "Li Chungang visited King Quan Villa seven times in his life and won six times, but he failed only the last time!

"A wooden horse or an ox can defeat the entire world's troops, and it will even break on the spot!"

"All this is due to the desire to cherish talents!"

"He could obviously win, but because he was unwilling to use his sword to open the Heavenly Gate, he stopped in time at the critical moment, lost, and broke his sword."

"Since then, this has become the only defeat in his life!"

"However, this did not become a stain on the Sword God. Instead, it made Li Chungang more flesh and blood. He lost people but won the hearts of the world."

"Sword God, even in defeat he is still glorious."

Even though these words are repeated every day, I don’t know how many times it has come from the storyteller’s mouth.

But every time the story of Sword God Seven's visit to King Power Villa is mentioned, the storyteller himself feels excited.

When he talked about it, spittle flew everywhere and his tone was excited.

A heroic spirit arose in his chest.

This is also the sentiment of the guests in the tea house at this moment.

Sword God Li Chungang is a true hero.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I am going.

In the corner, Tushan Honghong, dressed in red, was very low-key. She just sat in the elegant room at Tianzi No. 1, quietly listening to Li Chungang's story.

Even though it was not the first time she heard it, she would always make a special trip to the teahouse every ten days and a half.

seven years.

It had been almost seven years since he last left.

The last time he left Tushan without saying a word, for more than ten years, Tushan Honghong said nothing at all, and now he has disappeared inexplicably for so many years.

The aloof Tushan Honghong, although she is a queen, is also a woman, with the attitude of a little daughter, "When he comes back, I will make him look good!"

While Tu Shan Honghong was deep in thought, in the center of the crowded teahouse, the storyteller suddenly shouted loudly and slammed the chopping board.

"Then Li Chungang was invincible for half a century, but just seven years ago, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and was never seen again!"

"Some people say that the Sword God got tired of the fighting in the world and retired to the mountains and forests."

"Some people also say that in order to pursue a higher realm of swordsmanship, the sword god has been practicing in seclusion and not caring about worldly affairs."

"However, a few years ago, someone brought back news about the Sword God at the border. I don't know if it is true or not. Someone saw him going outside alone!"

"There are different opinions on the traces of the Sword God."

"All of the above are rumors, maybe rumors, maybe the truth, but no matter what, only the Sword God himself knows best about the whereabouts of the Sword God. As for others, they are just speculating."

………………

A handful of wooden horses and oxen can conquer the world's soldiers!

The world has been invincible for half a century, and the sword god has become a dead ringer.

The famous sword god Li Chungang has been missing in the world for seven years, and has become an unsolved mystery in the world since then.

Not only Tushan, but also the Sword God is highly respected in the human world.

Just in the human world.

In a remote town somewhere, on a dirty street.

All kinds of people pass by on the street every day.

And almost every day you can see an old man lying on the street, sleeping.

Wearing a sheepskin fur, he looked confused and downcast.

The stench emanating from the body, as if it had not been washed for a long time, made people avoid it.

Even the beggar didn't want to look at him.

Just because beggars can still rely on themselves through begging.

But this old man in sheepskin fur is so lazy that he is not even willing to beg even though his life is so miserable.

I was in a state of confusion every day, sleeping until noon before waking up.

After waking up, the old man in sheepskin fur stretched his body.

Then he didn't care about the strange looks from others, just lying on the side of the street with his neck tilted, clasping the sole of his foot with one hand.

Flies were swarming around him.

........................

For this old man who suddenly wandered into the town three or four years ago, the nearby neighbors and even the grocery shopping aunt were already used to it.

No one knows where this old man came from.

But every time someone asked him what his name was.

He always claimed to be the sword god Li Chungang.

But how could anyone believe what a bad old man said? Every time he said that, everyone just thought he was a lunatic.

"Hey!"

"You old guy, you talk crazy every day, if you were the sword god Li Chungang, I would still be the Jade Emperor and the King of Heaven!

A turbid gaze fell on Xu Changqing, and the speaker was a lame old man.

He has been begging on this street for decades.

When he has nothing to do, he will come over to chat and occasionally pass the time.

Xu Changqing clasped the soles of his feet and made very unsightly movements, "Hey, why don't you believe me? Back then, I was a Trojan horse and a cow, but I could beat the shit out of anyone in Wangquan Villa."

"There are three million sword immortals in the sky, even if they see me, they must lower their eyebrows!"

"I have a sword that can open the Heaven's Gate!"

...............

Listening to this old man in a sheepskin fur bragging and talking nonsense here, not only the beggars next to him, but also the passers-by would sneer at him.

A crazy old man dares to call himself the sword god Li Chungang?

What a joke!

Believe him or not!

Xu Changqing did not explain anything to everyone's doubts and cynicism.

Only.

A little girl from a butcher's family in the town came to visit Xu Changqing every day.

The little girl was wearing a large, shabby cotton-padded jacket, wrapping her body very tightly.

The whole person has a sallow face and thin muscles, and one can tell at a glance that he is a child from a poor family.

Although she was poorly dressed, her eyes were beautiful, watery and pure, just like the moon shining.

When you smile, the dimples look like a crescent moon in the sky.

She is dirty, but she is cleaner than anyone else.

His eyes slowly fell on the little girl, Xu Changqing said: "Xiao Baicai, why are you free today and come to see me again!"

The girl has no name. Ever since Xu Changqing met her, she has been called Xiao Baicai.

She is the daughter of a butcher's family in this town.

"Uncle!"

"We meet again!"

Putting her hands behind her back, she jumped up and down, walked over happily, and smiled slightly: "My mother-in-law steamed fresh steamed buns today, and when I sneaked out, I also got one for you."

"Uncle, the white flour steamed buns are so delicious!"

"I can't bear to eat it myself. Here, I'll give you a try!"

Xiao Baicai's eyes seemed to be shining. She carefully handed the prepared white flour buns to Xu Changqing.

Then he sat on the ground very casually, tilted his head, and asked with curiosity: "Uncle, are you really the sword god Li Chungang mentioned by the street storyteller?"

Xu Changqing smiled and nodded confidently: "Yes, I am Li Chungang, the sword god Li Chungang who defeated all the invincible swordsmen in the world with a wooden horse and ox! "

"I have a sword that can open the Heaven's Gate!"

The tone was full of vicissitudes of life.

Although he is old, Xu Changqing still has strength.

Standing on the edge of the street, I saw Xu Changqing casually picking up a branch from the ground and swishing it, waving it in place.

Lively and energetic, just like performing acrobatics.

A set of swordsmanship is quickly learned, and after playing it.

Not only Xiao Baicai laughed when he saw it, but the pedestrians walking by the roadside also stopped one after another. They were all smiling, laughing, clapping their hands, and shouting that they would be rewarded for their good work.