Li Muchan smiled and said, "Senior Jiang is also good at swordsmanship."

"Are you a disciple of Longshan Sect?" Jiang Cheng hummed in a deep voice.

Li Muchan smiled and said nothing, while Zhou Huairen laughed loudly: "Old Jiang, you are here too! ... Xiao Li is from our Longshan Sect!"

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "You Longshan Sect is overbearing. If you want to marry a disciple of Longshan Sect and join the sect, Mr. Li should also join, right?"

"Nonsense!" Zhou Huairen hurriedly snorted: "That's for ordinary disciples. Xiao Li is different. He doesn't have to join us. But it doesn't matter whether he is a disciple of the sect or not. He can ignore us if we have something to do?"

"Okay!" Jiang Cheng nodded slowly and looked at Li Muchan with squinted eyes: "A hero comes from a young age, I admire him very much!"

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Thank you, Senior Jiang."

This sword attack almost crippled his right hand, and it was difficult to recover from it. The slightest difference in swordsmanship was a thousand miles away. This small difference made his swordsmanship also fall far behind, making it far worse than before.

He is always tolerant to those who offend him and doesn't bother to care. But when he offends his own woman, he always repays tenfold. There is already murderous intention in his heart. It is precisely because of his murderous intention that he can speak well, be gentle and polite.

He's polite, but doesn't seem to have any temper at all.

Jiang Cheng sighed: "Brother Zhou, Brother Yang, we are really old!"

"Old Jiang, we are not old, you are!" Zhou Huairen smiled proudly: "Hey, you Linhai Pavilion should be more honest in the future, otherwise, we will not be polite!"

Jiang Cheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, then turned to Li Muchan. He looked at him and nodded: "It's so rare that you are so young. What a pity!... Your sword is very ordinary, and the Longshan Sect is too stingy. Although my sword is not a divine sword,

It’s considered top quality, I hope you won’t disgrace it!”

He slowly untied the sword from his waist with his left hand. His sword was indeed a rare sword. Although it was not as rare as the Yingxue Sword that Li Muchan got, it was still rare.

The Yingxue Sword is He Zudao's sword. He couldn't carry it with him when he transformed into Li Guanhai. What he wears now is just an ordinary Qingfeng sword.

Li Muchan hurriedly waved his hand: "Thank you, Senior Jiang, for your kindness!"

"That's it, who doesn't have a sword!" Zhou Huairen hurriedly snorted: "Younger named Jiang, don't be hypocritical. Don't worry. We won't kill you!"

Jiang Cheng ignored him, held up the sword and handed it to him. He smiled and said, "Take it. Although I don't have many swords, I still have two!"

Yang Yesi said in a deep voice: "It's rare for him to be generous. Guanhai, just keep it!"

Li Muchan nodded helplessly: "That's fine!"

He slowly stretched out his hand, "Hi!" There was a flash of lightning, and Li Muchan advanced instead of retreating. His shoulder was pierced by a long sword. A palm was printed on Jiang Cheng's chest.

"Bang!" Jiang Cheng flew two feet away, hit the wall hard and slowly slid down.

Li Muchan had a sword stuck on his right shoulder and his face was solemn.

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"This...?" Zhou Huairen was stunned.

Yang Yesi's eyes flashed with cold light, and he looked at Li Muchan. Then he looked at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng was vomiting blood in his mouth, his body was trembling, and he saw more air coming out and less air coming in.

He hurriedly stepped forward to Jiang Cheng, took out the jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and pressed it into his mouth, but blood rushed out.

Jiang Cheng shook his head and showed a wry smile. Then he kicked his legs and remained motionless. His eyes were still open and lifeless.

"Alas..." Yang Yesi stood up with a bitter smile and turned to look at Li Muchan.

Li Muchan clicked a few fingers on his right shoulder, slowly pulled out his sword, and looked up at him: "Senior Yang, Senior Zhou, have I gotten into trouble?"

"Alas... it's a catastrophic disaster!" Yang Yesi sighed.

Zhou Huairen said bitterly: "What are you afraid of? There is only Mr. Jiang in Linhai Pavilion. If you die, you will be wiped out. Well done, Guanhai!"

Li Muchan nodded gratefully to Zhou Huairen, knowing that he was trying to comfort him by killing Jiang Cheng with one palm, thus stabbing a hornet's nest.

He said in a deep voice: "Senior Zhou, Senior Yang, you take the first step, I will meet the masters of Linhai Pavilion!"

"Boy, you underestimate us!" Zhou Huairen said angrily.

Li Muchan shook his head: "Senior Zhou and Senior Yang, the two seniors have different identities. Once they start a fight with Linhai Pavilion, they will start a war between the two sects. Even if they can win Linhai Pavilion, others will take advantage of them, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

,...Besides, there is Biyun in the sect. Once a war breaks out, Biyun will be too dangerous...I will take care of things here and get away if I lose."

"Can you take it off?" Zhou Huairen frowned and said, "Linhai Pavilion still has a few brushes. Maybe they are not as good as Jiang Cheng. They are not even close to him. You can't withstand their siege!"

He has a bad temper and looks clueless, but he is not a fool. He knows what will happen to a person facing Linhai Pavilion, just like a small boat facing the sea.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "If you can't fight, just run away. I have the secret technique of escaping. Senior, don't worry!"

"The secret of escaping?" Zhou Huairen looked at him curiously.

Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "I can activate my potential and double my skill."

"Oh, it's good if you have this secret skill." Zhou Huairen breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Mu's Zen practice is top-notch. He has doubled it again. He really has no rivals. If he wants to escape, there is great hope. He turned to look at Yang Yesi.

Yang Yesi was silent.

Li Muchan said: "You two seniors should leave quickly. This matter is not a big deal. Once I hide in the mountains, there is nothing they can do!"

"...That's fine." Yang Yesi said solemnly.

"Fourth...?" Zhou Huairen looked at him hesitantly.

Yang Yesi said: "Let's watch the sea in the dark and in the light. Lao San and I are near you. If you really can't stop us and can't escape, send a signal!"

As he spoke, he took out a bamboo tube from his arms and handed it to Li Muchan.

Li Muchan took it and said with a smile: "Okay, the two seniors will leave first, I will leave later!"

"Okay." Yang Yesi is decisive. Once he has decided, he will not hesitate.

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Zhou Huairen worriedly warned: "Boy, if you really can't stand it, send a signal. Don't hold on, I don't want to be complained by that little girl Biyun!"

Li Muchan smiled and nodded, and Yang Yesi said angrily: "Let's go, it's not my mother-in-law's. It's not a separation of life and death!"

Zhou Huairen glared at him: "How can it be so easy for one person to deal with Linhai Pavilion! What if something happens... Guanhai, do you have anything to say to Biyun girl?"

Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Senior Zhou, it doesn't matter to me!"

Yang Yesi snatched Zhou Huairen away and floated away from the back window so quietly that almost no one could notice.

Li Muchan came to Jiang Cheng. He slowly leaned over and took out the things in his arms. He was suddenly startled to find a booklet inside.

The cover of the booklet was blank. He stood up and sat down at the table, putting away the sword at the same time.

For a swordsman, the sword is life. It is integrated with oneself. If you can't change the sword, you can never change the sword. The slightest difference in the time difference between using the sword can make a huge difference. There may be a slight error, but the result is completely different. The sword must be as familiar as the body, and it must be changed rashly.

A sword can do bad things.

Li Muchan's sword use is different. He is not a pure swordsman. The sword is not life but a weapon. He has a strong spirit and superhuman senses. Once a sword arrives, he can use his fingers like an arm and is as familiar as his body.

When he turned to the second page, Li Muchan smiled. The above paragraph discussed the art of swordsmanship, which was profound and ancient. He slowly played with it word by word, immersing himself in it and repeating it.

Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and kendo, these three are thoroughly discussed above, and it talks about the method of entering the Tao with the sword. The sword is the god, the god is the sword, and the visible sword and the invisible sword are combined.

There are only more than a hundred words, but Li Muchan read it for a long time, hitting the table from time to time and praising it, it is really superb, he explained the sword thoroughly and clearly, pointing directly to the great road.

Li Mu's Zen practice of Buddhism also involves Taoism, but the inheritance of Taoism is more mysterious. Without the guidance of a master, it is absolutely impossible to achieve self-enlightenment, which is different from Buddhism.

He dabbled in Taoism, and some of the mental methods are Taoist mental methods. After listening to this wonderful theory of swordsmanship, he felt his mind was clear, and all the doubts disappeared at once, like the bright moon appearing in the heart of the sky.

He closed his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and nodded slowly. His understanding of the way of swordsmanship went to a higher level. No wonder Jiang Cheng had such swordsmanship.

He thought for a while and then scrolled down, revealing a few sword skills.

These sword techniques are similar to the sword techniques he passed on to Wu Jingyi. They are all simple moves, but the ones with great effects are even better than his own.

There are eight styles of swordsmanship in total. The person who created the swordsmanship at the beginning had a better understanding of the swordsmanship than myself. It was truly extraordinary!

He slowly looked at the eight sword techniques and integrated them into his mind one by one. When he learned sword techniques now, he did not need to learn the original moves, he only needed to learn the sword intention.

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"Ancestor! Ancestor!" A slight call came from downstairs, awakening Li Muchan.

Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled, and said loudly: "Come up here!"

Footsteps sounded, and two young men came up. They were handsome and heroic, somewhat like Huang Zongqi.

Li Muchan secretly thought that the temperaments of these Linhai Pavilion disciples were similar. It seemed that it was due to their mental state. The technique that could change their temperament was anything but ordinary.

The two of them stared at Li Muchan warily, then slowly stepped forward, and suddenly saw Jiang Cheng lying under the wall.

"Ancestor!" The two of them were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward.

As soon as they helped Jiang Cheng, they realized that he was no longer breathing. Their bodies suddenly became cold, their minds went blank, and they didn't know what to do.

After a long while, the two of them came back to their senses and turned to glare at Li Muchan.

"You...you killed the ancestor?!" the short young man asked in a deep voice.

Li Muchan smiled: "Yes, it's me."

"You...you...!" The short young man's face was gloomy, and the other young man snorted: "Nonsense, you can kill the ancestor?!"

"That's right!" The short young man reacted immediately, holding back his anger and said angrily: "It must be those two old men! ... Where are they?"

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Senior Jiang has good swordsmanship, but his character is too bad. He plotted against me, so I accidentally killed him!"
To be continued...