The Magician of Cultivation

"The result of the game is that I won."

"It's almost the same as yours today. I won half a ring. But from that day on, I lost a good brother." Li Qing's tone was a little low and melancholy.

"Zhang Wulong left and never came back after leaving Lugou Village. At first I didn't know why he did this, until I married your mother and then I heard about it from your grandfather."

"Alas, I know he can't let go of this face. Your mother and I owe him."

"Is that why you want to give the white oak bow to Brother Zhang Chuan?" Li Yu asked.

"That's it."

"Your uncle Wulong is very proud and arrogant. If it were him, he would never come back to Yuexi Village. I didn't expect that your brother Xiaochuan could actually cultivate fighting spirit. By the way, you know fighting spirit, right?"

Li Qing looked at Li Yu, and after seeing the latter nod, he continued, "Fighting Qi can greatly increase a person's strength. This ordinary bow and arrow cannot withstand the strength of a fighter's arms, nor can it fully bring out the fighter's advantages."

"Our Li family's white oak bow is made of 300-year-old white oak. The bow arm has great tension and can definitely withstand fighting spirit below the warrior level, so your uncle Wulong had to come back."

"Then why doesn't Uncle Wulong ask Dad directly for it, or buy it from him?" Li Yu asked with some confusion.

“Haha, your Uncle Wulong couldn’t bring himself to do that. I guess he originally thought that with your brother Xiaochuan’s archery skills and his status as a fighter, he would definitely win. But in the end, hahaha…”

Li Qing also laughed heartily when he said this.

When Zhang Chuan revealed his identity as a fighter, Li Qing thought the outcome was no longer a foregone conclusion.

He didn't expect that his son would give him such a big surprise.

"Okay, your mother has prepared the meal. Let's eat first. We still have to go to the village chief's house later."

While the father and son were talking, Zhang Xiao'e had already brought the food to the table.

The two of them hurriedly finished their lunch. Li Qing took down the white oak bow and put the bowstring on it. Then he carried the bow and walked towards the village chief's house with Li Yu.

After the morning game, Mr. Zhang told him and Zhang Wulong to gather at the village chief's house after dinner.

The home of the village chief of Yuexi Village is at the back of the village, somewhat close to Tuofeng Mountain on the west side.

The layout is similar to Li Qing's house, with three south rooms and three main halls, and a large courtyard in the middle of the south rooms and the main halls.

When Li Qing and his companion arrived, there were already several people waiting in the courtyard of the village chief's house.

In addition to Zhang Fugui, Zhang Wulong and Zhang Chuan, there were two old men.

Of the two, the older man, who was about the same age as Zhang Fugui and was wearing a brown robe, was known to Li Yu as the village chief of Yuexi Village, whose surname was Wu.

As for the other person, Li Yu didn't know him.

"Uncle Wu"

Li Qing first greeted Village Chief Wu.

Then he walked up to the other old man, bowed respectfully, and called him "Second Grandpa".

"Second Grandfather? Could it be?"

Li Yu immediately remembered who this old man was.

There are three main surnames in Yuexi Village, namely Zhang, Wu and Li.

The people in charge at present are Zhang Fugui and his generation. The Zhang family is headed by Zhang Fugui, and the Wu family is headed by Village Chief Wu. Both of them are fighters. Only the Li family has no fighters.

However, the Li family has a lot of say in Yuexi Village. The reason is that the second master of the Li family in the previous generation, Li Chengfeng, who was known as the God of Killing, is still alive.

"Haha, it's Xiaoqing. Come in and sit down."

Village Chief Wu smiled and asked Li Qing and the other man to sit down before looking at Zhang Fugui.

"Fugui, you asked me to invite Uncle Li Er here in a hurry. What's the matter? Can you tell me now?"

Village Chief Wu's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Only Zhang Wulong and Li Qing had some guesses, while Li Yu and Zhang Chuan were both confused.

He felt everyone's curious gazes, especially Li Chengfeng who was also looking at him.

Zhang Fugui pondered for a moment and said, "Uncle Li, Angkor. If I remember correctly, the Tuofeng Mountain Competition, which is held every ten years, will be held in less than a year."

Zhang Fugui's words made the eyes of several people present fixed.

"Yes. To be exact, there are less than two years left." Village Chief Wu said in a low voice, "And this competition will be held in Xiliu Village."

"Xi Liu Village?"

"Xi Liu Village?"

Village chief Wu’s words caused Zhang Wulong and Li Qing to exclaim.

Among the villages in the Tuofeng Mountain area, there are three high-end villages, each with nearly a thousand households.

Each high-level village governs three intermediate villages, and each intermediate village has nearly a hundred households.

There are nearly thirty low-level villages under the middle-level villages. The population of low-level villages varies, with the smallest having only a few households and the largest having 70 or 80 households.

The three high-level villages are Qinglan Village, Xiaosheng Village and Xiliu Village.

The three major villages are not on good terms and often fight over the resources of Tuofeng Mountain.

Yuexi Village was under the jurisdiction of Qinglan Village, and Qinglan Village and Xiliu Village were sworn enemies. As long as there was a chance, both sides would kill each other.

"Let's not talk about the conflicts between the high-level villages. Even if we fight to the death, it will not be our turn in Yuexi Village. The most urgent matter now is that there are no fighters in Yuexi Village today."

Village Chief Wu looked a little unhappy.

He looked at Zhang Wulong and Li Qing and said helplessly, "Your generation has not produced any fighters yet, and the next generation is too young. This lack of successors will put us in a very passive position."

His words made Zhang Wulong and Li Qing look guilty. There were many young and middle-aged people in their generation, but no one had the energy yet.

Yuexi Village is considered to be a relatively weak intermediate village within the influence of Qinglan Village.

It is only slightly stronger than some low-level villages.

Many villages that want to replace Yuexi Village are operating secretly.

There were also voices from the top leaders of Qinglan Village. If Yuexi Village performed too poorly in this competition, it would most likely be disqualified as an intermediate village.

Village chief Wu worries about this every day.

If Yuexi Village was reduced to a low-level village under his rule, how would he face the ancestors of Yuexi Village after his death?

"Brother Wu, this is why I came to you and Uncle Li Er. Finally, another fighter has appeared in our Yuexi Village. He..."

"What did you say?"

Before Zhang Fugui finished speaking, Village Chief Wu stood up from his chair and grabbed Zhang Fugui's arm, his voice trembling.

Li Chengfeng also looked at Zhang Fugui without saying anything, but his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Old Zhang, you say...you say..." Village Chief Wu's lips trembled a little, and his cloudy eyes stared at Zhang Fugui.

"You said someone in our village has broken through to become a fighter? Who is it? Impossible, we have both seen the current generation, and there is no one with talent. Lao Zhang, this is not a joke."

Village Chief Wu asked excitedly but carefully.