The silver-haired old man looked solemn and silent.

Li Muchan said slowly: "Senior, there are too many grievances between Xinghu Xiaozhu and Guitan, so we need to be cautious. It's better to study it carefully. Let's give it up for tonight. Let's just treat it as a misunderstanding!"

He turned to Leng Wushuang: "Lake Master, right?"

Leng Wushuang nodded lightly: "Yes."

The two people spoke calmly, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears. Leng Wushuang's faint "hmm" was like thunder, and everyone's blood surged when they heard it.

The silver-haired old man's face changed slightly. He turned to look at the old men. Their eyes flickered and their lips moved, but they made no sound.

Li Muchan could see clearly from high in the sky and knew that they were discussing secretly through sound transmission. He was sure that as soon as they discussed, they would definitely retreat.

A snake cannot survive without a head. Lin Zizhi's death left them without a leader and no one to make decisions. Although the silver-haired old man is the deputy altar leader, he wants to convince everyone, but he may not have enough prestige.

Otherwise, he does not need to discuss with everyone and just make a decision directly.

He turned around and smiled at Leng Wushuang, who rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.

After a while, the silver-haired old man glanced around and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, let's leave here for the time being and return to the altar to recuperate!"

Everyone responded with a roar. They usually ran rampant in Baiyun City and were used to smooth sailing. Suddenly they encountered Xinghu Xiaozhu, and they realized that Xinghu Xiaozhu was tyrannical. Hundreds of people besieged dozens of people, but they didn't take any advantage at all.

Instead, you will lose a lot of money.

They are already timid in their hearts. If they continue to fight hard, the consequences will be obvious. Even if they win, it will be a miserable victory, only 10 out of 10 people will survive.

It would be best not to fight such a tough battle. When they heard the deputy altar leader's order, they breathed a sigh of relief and wished they could have wings under their ribs and leave early.

After everyone left, the silver-haired old man and his group still didn't move.

He cupped his fists and raised his head and said: "Master Lenghu, if someone is really framed and framed, then forget it. Just pretend that nothing happened. If it is true that your sect killed our altar leader, we, Sanxiaotang, swear to avenge this! Farewell!"

After he said that, he turned around and left, followed by a dozen old men, all of whom had advanced cultivation. It was indeed true that they were experts in the Sanxiao Hall.

For ordinary martial arts sects, such strength is already extremely terrifying and as deep as a mountain, but for Xinghu Xiaozhu, it is still inferior. They have many people, but their cultivation is not as good as the disciples of Xinghu Xiaozhu.

Their cultivation level is about the level of seventh-grade disciples. In Xinghu Xiaozhu, they are not outstanding. They can only rely on the number of people. However, Xinghu Xiaozhu's combined attack method is excellent. Two people are worth four people, and three people are worth eight.

Four people are worth sixteen, their power is astonishing, and they can't get away with it.

Therefore, although there are not many disciples in Xinghu Xiaozhu, they can stand proudly in the martial arts world, with a transcendent status that no one can challenge.

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Leng Wushuang waved his sleeves: "Okay, let's all go back. Those on duty should be on guard, and the others should have a good rest."

"Yes." Everyone responded respectfully and looked at Li Muchan strangely.

Li Muchan pretended not to notice anything strange about them and looked at everyone with a smile. Xu Xiaorou raised his voice and said: "Junior brother, your injury is okay, right?"

Li Muchan smiled and nodded. Leng Wushuang suddenly flashed and disappeared with him. Everyone sighed and turned to look at others, making eye contact with a bit of ambiguity.

They have never seen the Lake Master treat a man with such pretentious words. They all understand the subtleties in this. Is it possible that the Lake Master is in love?

This thought was immediately suppressed. They didn't dare to think about it, for fear that the Lake Master would see it. The Lake Master had incredible abilities and could see through people's hearts.

For this little junior brother, they only have admiration and envy, but not jealousy. The Lake Master is like a fairy, and they all feel ashamed when standing in front of the Lake Master. The more they understand, the more they realize that the Lake Master is as tall as a cloud, and ordinary people are simply not worthy of it.

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Moreover, the Lake Master is very kind to everyone, but has no affection for his children. Fairies have no ordinary hearts, and the only one who can be so presumptuous in front of the Lake Master is his junior brother.

Li Muchan returned to his room. The bed had been penetrated and he could not sleep. Leng Wushuang looked at the room and saw the cotton wool on the floor, his face darkened.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Lake Master, a few guys came over just now. I used my strong tongue to convince them."

"Where's Xiaorou?!" Leng Wushuang said.

Li Muchan said: "I beg Senior Sister Xu to help."

"Is your injury okay?" Leng Wushuang frowned and looked at him: "You have a lot of tricks up your sleeve! ... But you can't escape the first grade of junior high, but you can't avoid the fifteenth grade. Sanxiaotang will have a battle with us sooner or later!"

"The wound is scarred, it doesn't matter." Li Muchan said, he turned around and invited Leng Wushuang to sit down at the table, saying: "It's impossible to say, Sanxiaotang may not have the courage."

"You underestimate Sanxiaotang!" Leng Wushuang shook his head.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Even if we want to fight, we have to wait for a while. Lake Master, how about we take advantage of the darkness to take away the remains of the Taoist scholar outside the city, return to the small building, and recall all the disciples at the same time?"

Leng Wushuang was silent.

Li Muchan pondered for a moment and sighed: "Otherwise, we pretend to be members of other gangs, attack them immediately, and pick their Nantan. We will fight sooner or later anyway, so why not break one of their wings first!"

Leng Wushuang's eyes flashed brightly and she raised her head to look at him.

She was not surprised by Li Muchan's wisdom. Because of his strong spirit, he was naturally much smarter than the average person. But to be able to think of this, it was by no means smart. It required a strong heart.

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Leng Wushuang muttered: "They must be on guard."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "So what if we are on guard, they are not strong enough. We cannot act openly this time, but have to make a sneak attack, and we must use hidden weapons!"

He knew that the disciples of Xinghu Xiaozhu were all trained in concealed weapons, but they never showed it to others and only used them at critical times so that outsiders would not know.

Leng Wushuang glanced at him, thought for a while, and hesitated.

Li Muchan said: "Lord of the Lake, we can't allow us to seek stability at this time. If we break, we will break. Although Sanxiaotang is strong, but now that we have been provoked, there is no way out!"

Leng Wushuang glanced at him, the culprit was this guy in front of him!

Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said: "You really blame me for this matter, otherwise, I wouldn't have dared to say so much!"

Leng Wushuang took a breath and said calmly: "Okay, it's up to you!"

She stood up and was about to go out. Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Lake Master, wait!"

Leng Wushuang turned around and looked at him lightly.

Li Muchan said: "Lake Master, I have another idea. Let's put on a play."

"What show?" Leng Wushuang asked.

Li Muchan said: "Let's divide into several groups. One group will attack first. When the fire is almost over, another group will go to the rescue. They will sing together with red faces and black faces, so that they still have to accept our small building's love!"

Leng Wushuang was startled, then shook his head and laughed.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Lake Master, what do you think of this idea?"

"Thank you for being able to figure it out!" Leng Wushuang looked at him.

Li Muchan rubbed his nose and smiled: "We are forced to have no choice but to use tactics to win and save some energy to avoid any casualties."

"Well..." Leng Wushuang was a little moved.

Li Muchan said: "To make this scene more realistic, it requires a lot of hard work and a good design to avoid any mistakes."

"A bitter plan..." Leng Wushuang pondered.

Li Muchan said hurriedly: "The people in Sanxiaotang are not fools. They are all shrewd characters. If they don't have any tricks and are not realistic, I'm afraid they will see through it."

"Yes, that makes sense." Leng Wushuang nodded and said calmly: "It's rare that you have such a plan. Okay, you go back and rest, and I will explain it later."

After saying that, she turned around to leave. Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Lake Master, where am I?"

Leng Wushuang shook his head: "You are seriously injured. You can't help much if you go, so just stay!"

As she was about to leave, she turned around again. Li Muchan hurriedly stretched out his hand: "Lake Master, my injury is almost healed!"

Leng Wushuang shrank her shoulders, avoided his palm, turned her head and glared at him: "Don't show off!"

Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Master of the lake, take a look for yourself."

As he spoke, he pulled open his collar and exposed his right chest. It was a bit disrespectful for men and women to have their heads cut off but not to kiss each other. Leng Wushuang didn't care, and stared at Li Muchan's wound.

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At this time, Li Muchan's wound had become scarred, and a faint red flesh had grown. It seemed that after three or four days, Li Muchan recovered very quickly.

One is that he has a special physique, which has been tempered by the indestructible power of the Vajra, the other is the Observation of Heaven and the Divine Illumination Sutra, and the third is Leng Wushuang's elixir.

The combination of the three factors allowed him to recover from his injuries so quickly, which was somewhat shocking.

"Lake Master, how are you?" Li Muchan smiled.

Leng Wushuang nodded lightly and looked away: "Well, it's okay,...well, you stay with Xiaorou and the others and don't wander around!"

"Yes!" Li Muchan responded quickly.

Leng Wushuang turned around and started to leave again, but Li Muchan quickly called her to stop her.

Leng Wushuang frowned: "What's wrong!"

Li Muchan touched his nose and said sheepishly: "Lake Master, I have another idea."

"Say——!" Leng Wushuang snorted.

Li Muchan said: "I wonder if all the senior brothers and sisters know the swordsmanship of the Beijiang Sword School?"

When he thought about it, the answer should be yes. Senior brothers and sisters are all geniuses. It is not difficult to secretly learn sword skills. Even if you don't know how to handle a sword, you can still remember the sword moves.

Sword technique is different from palm technique and boxing technique. Mind technique is of course important, but the sharpness of the sword is also important. Unlike boxing technique and palm technique, it all relies on mind technique to support its power.

If you learn swordsmanship secretly, you can gain something as long as you see the subtle changes in the sword's power.
To be continued...