At dawn, the mountain stronghold was still shrouded in tranquility, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds in the woods. Leitao was already in the open space, starting his morning practice. The martial arts style he performed, a blend of Tai Chi and Xingyi Quan, flowed like water; wherever his strikes reached, fallen leaves swirled around him, creating a unique and captivating scene.
Suddenly, Erhu strolled by, humming an off-key tune. Seeing this, he froze, his eyes fixed intently and his mouth agape. "My heavens! Brother Lei, what kind of martial arts are you practicing? How are you so formidable?" His high-pitched exclamation instantly shattered the morning silence.
Leitao stopped and smiled at Erhu. Erhu hurried over, his face flushed and his voice trembling with excitement: "Brother Lei, you must teach me this! I want to learn it so badly! I swear, once I learn it, I’ll only use it to fight the devils and traitors. If I break my word, may I be struck by lightning!" As he spoke, he pounded his chest vigorously.
Chapter 387