Mr. Ji waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't thank me, it's your own fault. The art of Qimen Dunjia is too difficult and profound. If you don't have photographic memory, you won't be able to learn it at all."

Li Muchan chuckled and said, "Fortunately, I have a good memory."

Mr. Ji continued: "Don't be too happy too early. Good memory is not enough. Many people with photographic memory cannot learn this. They also need understanding."

Li Muchan didn't say any more. When it came to Qimen Dunjia, Mr. Ji talked a lot, so Li Muchan simply didn't say much to avoid going on endlessly.

Mr. Ji said a few words, then finally stopped, pulled out a booklet and handed it to Li Muchan: "Remember this first, and then I will explain it slowly."

Li Muchan nodded, opened the palm-thick booklet, murmured to himself, quickly finished flipping through it, and handed it back to Mr. Ji. Mr. Ji asked a few questions and he indeed remembered it.

Although this booklet is thin, the content is hard and difficult. It can only be memorized by rote without any tricks.

In the following days, Li Muchan fought with several people every morning and was beaten. Yan Lengsi watched and breathed in secretly, fearing that Li Muchan wouldn't be able to hold on.

Li Muchan didn't care. He was in seclusion at the back of Canghai Mountain and was forced by his great-uncle. After experiencing such a thing, it was no big deal.

Moreover, he has the indestructible power of the Vajra to protect his body, so he doesn't feel any pain. When he feels pain, the pain disappears as soon as the air film is soaked.

What's more important is that this method is really effective. If you improve your internal energy, practicing in one morning is worth four or five days. It's really good.

Moreover, the moves of these old men were sophisticated, sophisticated, and flexible. They were indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people. He gained a lot from fighting against them.

After ten days, Mr. Ji agreed to officially teach him the Qimen Dunjia.

However, regarding the matter of grabbing the Solid Yuan Dan, they also decided to let Li Muchan and Yan Lengsi go.

Li Muchan was helpless, this was nothing less than a test, and it was a test of life and death. It was not easy to just grab it, but also to come back safely, which was not easy.

Yan Lengsi was fearless, and Li Muchan had no choice but to agree.

He knew that these old men would protect him secretly and would not take action until the critical moment.

Although they were powerful and had profound cultivation, they could not escape Li Muchan's psychic powers.

However, even if someone really protects him, if he really takes action, he will have no shame in staying in the inner camp. In any case, he can only succeed.

Before Li Muchan left, he did not return to the Ming Mansion to tell Wen Yinyue that although the Lingshan Sect was far away, they had good horses and could return in four or five days.

Before setting off, Old Man Li patted Li Muchan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Little monk, the last time we succeeded, we used the method of driving the tiger away from the mountain. You might as well try it too."

As he spoke, he blinked his right eye, feeling very proud.

"Yes." Li Muchan smiled and nodded.

Old Man Li chuckled and said: "Go ahead, go early and come back early...Little monk, if you can really snatch back the Guyuan Pill, I will give you a good thing!"

"What good stuff?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.

Old Man Li chuckled and said, "A precious sword!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "My deer-cutting knife is also a precious knife."

"Humph, is that your deer-cutting knife?" Old Man Li curled his lips and snorted: "Before it was broken, it was just fine, but after it was reforged, it is no longer a precious sword at all!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the long knife from his waist. Suddenly, he felt a chill, and his hand swayed like a stream of autumn water, cold and shiny.

"Here, take it and try it." Old Man Li handed it over.

Li Muchan stretched out his hand to take it, and the handle of the knife suddenly sank in his hand. Seeing the light shining like crystal, it should be very light, but in fact it is very heavy, five or six times that of an ordinary long knife.

However, this kind of heaviness was exactly what he wanted. Holding it in his hand, he felt his heart calm down and his whole body suddenly felt like a mountain.

Li Muchan sighed that this sword was extraordinary and seemed to have a soul of its own.

"Senior Li, this sword must be used by a famous master, right?" Li Muchan raised his head and said.

"Hehe, you have some eyesight!" Old Man Li chuckled and said proudly: "This is Xi Zhao's sword technique used by Chunyu Yueyun!"

Li Muchan shook his head, he had never heard of Chunyu Yueyun.

"He's from Xi Zhao, you haven't heard of him!" Old Man Li glanced at him, feeling that Mingzhu had secretly cast a shadow on him.

Mr. Ji smiled and said: "Chun Yu Yueyun is a famous swordsman in Xi Zhao. He is known as Duanyue Sword. He was known as the first swordsman at that time and he has mastered the essence of the sword."

"Master, is this senior Chunyu dead?" Yan Lengsi interrupted and asked, staring at the sword with envy, looking back and forth, almost drooling.

Old Man Li said angrily: "Nonsense! If he hadn't died, how could this knife fall into my hands?"

Mr. Ji smiled and said: "Yes, if he were here, we would not dare to enter Western Zhao."

"Is this person so powerful?" Li Muchan was also curious, and then he smiled and said, "I'd better give this knife to Xiao Yan. I have a deer-cutting knife, which is enough."

Although the deer-cutting sword was broken once, the forger in the army was very clever and remelted it and reattached it. He didn't feel anything wrong and could still cut off other swords.

The reason why he used the sword was not for its power, but for the pleasure. With an ordinary sword, he did not dare to use force, otherwise the blade would curl or even break directly.

With a precious sword, there is no such danger. You can use it with confidence, and you will feel more at ease when you attack. Using an ordinary sword to fight with others is really frustrating, so it is better not to use it.

Yan Lengsi was too busy to wave his hands: "No, no, no."

Old Man Li snorted: "He is practicing hand skills, the knife is useless, it is wasted holding it!"

He then smiled and said: "Little monk, I heard that this sword contains the essence of Chunyu Yueyun's sword skills, and those who are destined can understand it!"

Li Muchan was startled and thought deeply. Holding this knife in his hand, it had a different aura.

Mr. Ji smiled and said: "This is a bit mysterious. I don't know whether it is true or not. It is probably false. A dozen of us have been studying it for more than ten years, but we still haven't come up with any results."

Li Muchan suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, then I'll accept it!"
Chapter completed!