Fighting for the Wind

Li Muchan has also seen many beauties, such as senior sister Wen Yinyue, Mei Ruolan, Gong Qingyun, Xiao Yuan, Su Yunyun from Yuhanying, and everyone from Xinghu Xiaozhu.

But there aren't many people who can make him admire her twice in a row. This Jin Qiaoqiao is truly a killer, the nemesis of all men in the world, and few can resist it.

Li Muchan was not in this case. He was filled with murderous aura in his heart. He had no thoughts, only pure admiration, and he looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Mr. Jiang, Qiao Qiao is beautiful, isn't she?" Wan Niang pursed her lips and said with a smile.

Li Muchan looked at Jin Qiaoqiao and nodded slowly: "It's very beautiful. It really deserves its reputation."

Wan Niang smiled and said: "Qiaoqiao is not only beautiful in person, but also has a unique sword dance. Sir, you will like it even more after seeing it."

"It couldn't be better, I just want to see the magic of sword dance." Li Muchan smiled, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, Wan Niang held the pot in hand to help pour it.

Li Muchan held the wine cup and smiled and said: "I heard that there are many people pursuing Miss Jin. I don't know who the big shots are. Let's talk about it."

Wan Niang smiled sweetly: "People who pursue cleverness are like crucian carp crossing the river. They are countless, but there are only a few top people."

"Which one is the strongest?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.

Wan Niang thought for a while and said: "There are a few that are hard to tell and their superiority is unclear."

"Yiwan Niang, what's your estimate?" Li Muchan asked, seemingly determined not to give up until the end.

Wan Niang pursed her lips and smiled, picked up the wine cup and touched Li Muchan's wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a chuckle: "If I say, the strongest one is Mr. Lin!"

"Oh——?" Li Muchan raised his eyebrows.

Wan Niang smiled and said: "This Young Master Lin Ping is not only handsome, but also has an excellent family background. He is a direct disciple of the Lin family and has the right to inherit. He is also the young master of the South Altar of Sanxiao Hall. He is top notch in terms of family background and strength.

It’s unparalleled.”

"Is there no other character who can compete?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.

Wan Niang smiled and said: "There are other people, such as the city guard young master and Master Fang's young master. They are all very powerful and should not be underestimated."

"That means we are still a little short of Mr. Lin." Li Muchan nodded slowly.

Wan Niang chuckled: "Sir, you are smart!"

Li Muchan sighed, shook his head and said, "So, this golden girl is in Master Lin's pocket, you can explore it at will!"

Wan Niang shook her head and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily true."

"Oh——?" Li Muchan picked up the wine pot and poured a cup for her himself, and said with a smile, "Why do you see that?"

Wan Niang smiled and said: "Although Mr. Lin is the strongest, he cannot decide Qiaoqiao's heart. Qiaoqiao prefers scholars!"

Li Muchan laughed and shook his head, scholar, hehe, scholar!

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He has already seen that Jin Qiaoqiao is a hidden master, with a restrained talent and a shining light. He cannot tell the truth from the outside. He only thinks that she is proficient in martial arts and has some breathing skills, but her internal strength is not deep.

However, Li Muchan could sense that Jin Qiaoqiao was practicing a strange martial arts, which could cover up most of his strength and give people an illusion.

For some reason, he suddenly felt familiar, as if he had seen her aura before. Although he had never seen her before, there was a feeling that he was familiar with about her.

Maybe it was because he practiced the same kind of martial arts, or maybe he looked like someone he had met before. In short, he felt strange and had an urge to get close to him.

For a person with such profound inner strength to be hiding in a brothel, there must be some ulterior motives, so it would be better not to mess with him.

But it is indeed ridiculous for such a person to say that he likes scholars. In the eyes of martial arts masters, scholars are extremely weak because they have no power to restrain a chicken.

The strong always look down on the weak by nature, thinking that a little finger can make the other person disappear, just like a lion and a lamb, how can they fall in love?

"Qiao Qiao, she really likes scholars." Seeing that Li Muchan was smiling but not smiling, she didn't believe it at all. Wan Niang shook her head and sighed.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Isn't it Wan Niang that you said this to comfort me?"

Wan Niang sighed: "Qiao Qiao has seen too much ugliness in the world, and she just wants to find an upright scholar and live a plain life."

Li Muchan shook his head with a smile and pointed around: "I'm used to such prosperity and being pampered like a queen. How can I get rid of it and live an ordinary life? Wan Niang, do you believe it?"

Wanniang smiled: "Qiaoqiao's thoughts are different from those of ordinary people. She doesn't like fame and fortune. Mr. Lin has no hope."

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Doesn't that mean I also have hope?"

Wan Niang pursed her lips and smiled: "Sir is also a scholar, so naturally he has hope."

Li Muchan laughed heartily and shook his head: "Mother Wan, I still have this self-knowledge. No matter how ignorant Miss Qiaoqiao is, she will not look down on me!"

The two people's voices were not loud at first, but when the surroundings were quiet, they suddenly seemed loud and floated around.

"Who is making such a noise?" A loud shout came from the side, but it was Lin Ping's voice. He said in a deep voice: "It is a heinous crime to disturb Miss Qiaoqiao's sword dance. You still won't shut up!"

Li Muchan laughed, shook his head and said in a low voice: "I have to be careful when I say a few words. It is better to lie in bed at home. Why come here and be subject to such control?"

Lin Ping hummed in a deep voice: "If you want to talk, go home and say it, don't disturb Miss Qiaoqiao's interest!"

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The two talked for a few more words. Li Muchan always spoke slowly and lazily, with a hint of disdain. Lin Ping next to him also had a rare good temper. He only scolded and did not take action.

Li Muchan understood that he wanted to leave a gentle impression on Jin Qiaoqiao. Otherwise, with his temper, he would have jumped up and beaten him up.

Lin Ping has never been a fool, otherwise he would not have been selected for Xinghu Xiaozhu. He must have guessed Jin Qiaoqiao's character and did not dare to show his domineering side.

It seems that he has deep feelings for a woman who has to humiliate himself so much.

An idea flashed in Li Muchan's mind and he laughed.

Jin Qiaoqiao stood pretty and motionless on the stage, like a statue of a jade girl. At this time, she spoke, with a soft yet crisp voice: "Mr. Lin, please don't say a few words to me, sir, don't get hurt.

Peaceful."

Li Muchan smiled and clasped his fists: "Since Miss Qiaoqiao has spoken, I will obey you."

"Humph, listen to Miss Qiaoqiao!" Lin Ping snorted coldly.

He was very angry and felt that Li Muchan had taken a step forward and was suppressed. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if he had been holding back a breath and was unable to relax.

Seeing him like this, the two old men withdrew their hands from the arms of the two women, turned around and said, "Master, let's show him some color?"

Lin Ping thought for a while, looked up at Jin Qiaoqiao on the high platform opposite, took a breath, and waved his hand: "Forget it, count his luck today!"

"Master, I can't swallow this breath. After I get out, I'll give him a good beating and tell him to get out. He won't dare to step into Baiyun City from now on!" An old man snorted harshly, lowering his voice.

He has a majestic appearance, his face is slightly red, and he looks heroic, but his words are not heroic enough, and his eyes are shining with a cold light.

Lin Ping thought for a while and shook his head: "Don't let a small thing cost you a big thing. Let him go first!"

"...Yes." The red-faced old man nodded helplessly.

"Shh..." Lin Ping suddenly pointed in front of his lips and stared straight at the high platform in front of him, when he saw Jin Qiaoqiao dancing his long sword amid the gentle sound of the piano.

The long sword moved slowly and in the same rhythm as the music, but a group of people appeared faintly in front of people's eyes, facing each other neatly, and waving their swords in unison.

Li Muchan secretly exclaimed that it was awesome. This technique was vaguely enchanting and belonged to the spiritual category. It could only be cultivated with extraordinary skills and was not born this way.

From this point of view, Jin Qiaoqiao indeed possesses a unique skill and has ulterior motives.

He looked at it, frowned, and felt a familiar feeling again. Suddenly an idea came to him, and a flash of inspiration came to him, and he remembered, Yuhan Palace!

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No wonder I always feel that she is familiar. Although I have never seen her before, I still feel familiar. It turns out that it is the Yuhan Palace. She should have the unique skills of Yuhan Palace!

He suddenly thought of Su Yunyun, her tender body, and her ecstatic eyes. How was she in Yuhan Palace now? Would she be implicated in any way?

He felt a little disappointed when he thought of leaving decisively. It was a mistake at the time, but now he felt warm when he thought about it.

Although Su Yunyun is a witch-like person, there is a gentleness in her bones. It is difficult to detect this rare tenderness without being close to her.

She was weak at heart, but strong on the outside, just for self-protection. The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt, and suddenly he had an urge to go to Yuhan Palace to see Su Yunyun.

Li Muchan glanced at Wan Niang, and he could conclude that Wan Niang was also from Yuhan Palace. He felt a sense of intimacy and said with a slight smile: "Miss Qiao Qiao's sword dance is indeed impressive."

Wan Niang pursed her lips and smiled: "This is just the beginning, the fun will come later, sir, there is no need to rush."

Li Muchan nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, Miss Qiaoqiao is such a good sword dancer. She must be a master of swordsmanship and a martial arts master?"

Wan Niang smiled, shook her head and said: "Sir, you misunderstood. Sword dance and swordsmanship are different. The former is a dance for entertainment, but the latter is a killing technique. The two are completely different. No matter how good the sword dance is, it is just a skill.

You're just a showman, you can't fight."

"So that's it..." Li Muchan said as if he suddenly realized something.

At this time, Jin Qiaoqiao's sword gradually sped up, forming a lotus flower that bloomed slightly and was dazzling. The crowd shouted loudly and applauded thunderously.

Li Muchan also applauded. Dancing the sword like this has indeed become an art. Most people can't do it. What's rare is that the lotus formed by the light of the sword is extremely clear and lifelike, as if a real lotus is blooming on a high platform.

Come.

One lotus, then another lotus, and in the blink of an eye, another lotus, and three lotuses bloomed one after another, lined up in a row, it was really spectacular.

Li Muchan clapped vigorously, his eyes shining brightly. Such swordsmanship was not only a skill, but also a unique method of handling the sword. He would not be able to do it otherwise.

He stared closely at Jin Qiaoqiao's hands, turning a blind eye to the sword light in the sky, only her movements of turning her wrists, moving lightly, twisting her waist and lifting her shoulders.

These movements were deeply engraved in his mind, and he analyzed them unconsciously, trying to figure out the secret of this sword-handling technique, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment, so he forced himself to remember it.
To be continued...