Li Muchan chuckled, nodded and said: "It is really rare to have such a level of cultivation at such a young age. If nothing else, your little junior brother will soon surpass you."

Liao Kong shook his head. From this point of view, there is a huge difference between Jing and Li Muchan. It would be difficult to surpass him. He has very good qualifications and has made rapid progress, but Li Muchan has made faster progress. From , to a generation of grandmasters, he is the best in the world.

We have only been married for two years. No matter how good our junior brother's qualifications are, they cannot reach this level.

Li Muchan looked at Jing. He was blushing and staring at him angrily. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Little Master Jing, how about one more move?"

"Come on, come on!" Jing snorted, pointed at him fiercely, let out a soft whistle, and used the power of his Vajra finger to reach Li Muchan in an instant.

Li Muchan waited until the force of his finger reached him, flicked his sleeve, and immediately disappeared, and then slowly pointed his finger towards the net.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jing hurriedly punched out, and with a muffled "bang" sound, he slid straight out, as if he had been hit by a galloping horse on the ice, sliding backward to a boulder three or four feet away.

He was leaning on the boulder, feeling his blood surge, and there was no strength left in his body. His whole body was in chaos and he was unable to control it.

Li Muchan retracted his little finger and said with a smile: "Master Jing, is it okay?"

Jing's face turned red and he shook his head with difficulty, refusing to admit defeat, but feeling depressed in his heart. He knew that it was because of the other party's mercy that he was not injured and suffered only a little pain.

Li Muchan turned his head and said: "Since I have made a move, I just want to have a good time and get it done. Do you want to know how far I have reached my martial arts level?"

Liao Kong smiled casually, nodded and said, "Come on!"

Without waiting for Li Muchan to speak, he pointed out something with a slight "chi" sound. Wherever his finger touched, the air rippled, like a dragonfly flying across the lake.

Li Muchan flicked his sleeves, and the mighty finger power was eliminated. He shook his head: "No."

Liokong raised his sword eyebrows and smiled, then pressed his thumb and let out a long "Woo" sound, like a piece of wood flying through the air. Li Muchan could see an internal force as thick as his thumb shooting out.

Li Muchan smiled and flicked his sleeves again.

The strong finger strength was eliminated again. Liao Kongjian frowned and said with a smile: "It seems that the finger strength is not enough. Let me learn from the Nine Swords of the Sea!"

He drew his sword out of its sheath and stabbed lightly, cleanly, elegantly and gracefully.

"Then let's see if you can force me to draw the sword." Li Muchan smiled and flicked his finger.

The sword master in the sky looked at a simple sword strike, but it was as fast as lightning. In a flash of sword light, the tip of the sword had already reached his chest, leaving no time for anyone to react.

Li Muchan's finger was slow and slow, as if he was lightly dusting off his clothes, but he accurately hit the sword, "ding..." The clear sound continued, getting brighter and sweeter.

"What a sword!" Li Muchan smiled.

The long sword swung, and was shattered as if it had hit an iron stone. Lukong turned and took out the sword, turning the force of the swing into rotation. Coupled with his own strength, the sword moved faster and drew a line.

The arc of light arrived in front of Li Muchan.

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "What a sword."

Liao Kong could hear the meaning behind his words. The sword was a good sword, but it was a pity that the person wielding it was not so good. He was secretly annoyed, but he calmed down and swung the sword calmly and calmly.

Now, he has no way to win, but he hopes to see Li Muchan's strength to the maximum extent so that he can discuss countermeasures after returning to the temple.

"Ding..." The clear sound sounded long and lingering, and the long sword swung away again.

Liao Kong's body spun around, trying to use his strength to increase his strength and use the third sword, but he found that the power on the sword was extremely strange, surging and surging like waves, counteracting his power.

I originally wanted to borrow the force, but now this force is backlashing me. Not only did I fail to borrow the force, but the force was offset. This sword had no speed or power.

Li Muchan had already stretched out his finger, as if waiting for the sword to come over, then flicked it lightly, "Ding..." and the sword flew out.

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "Longkong, your sword is excellent, but no matter how exquisite the sword is, it can't cover up the flaws in the internal strength."

Liao Kong's figure flashed and he caught the falling sword. "Qiang" the sword returned to its sheath cleanly. Liao Kong's expression did not change and he shook his head with a faint smile: "Brother Li's cultivation is really advanced, I admire you!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am just lucky. Your Landuo Temple's martial arts are extensive and profound, and our Canghai Sword Sect's martial arts are not bad either."

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see Brother Li use the Nine Swords of the Sea." Liao Kong shook his head.

Li Muchan laughed: "The Nine Swords of the Canghai..., in the letter to the abbot, I used the heart of the Nine Swords of the Canghai. I integrated the swords into the pen. The power is impressive, right?"

"That's it!" Liao Kong suddenly nodded and said with a smile: "No wonder this letter is so sharp. It looks like a long sword coming across the sky, and you have to block it."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's a pity that I haven't reached perfection yet. The real Nine Swords are all exquisite swords in the world. The ancestors didn't know how to create them, and the younger disciples were unworthy and couldn't fully display them."

"The Nine Swords of the Sea..." Zuokong shook his head and smiled.

He was a little unconvinced. Although the power of the Nine Swords of the Canghai Sect was tyrannical, and they were the most powerful swords of the Canghai Sword Sect, it was a bit exaggerated to say that it encompassed all the exquisite swords in the world.

Looking at his expression, Li Muchan understood what he was thinking. He shook his head and said with a smile: "I can't blame the younger generation of disciples for this. Because of their lack of experience, it is difficult to truly understand the wonders of the Nine Swords of the Canghai. The extremely gorgeous and dull ones can truly understand the ordinary."

The splendid ones are as difficult as they are difficult.”

Liao Kong nodded slowly, quite aware of this. When practicing the same set of martial arts before, he felt that it was ordinary. But later, the deeper the fire, the more mysterious it became, as if everything he had thought about had already been

It's included, I just didn't realize it.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "The same is true for the martial arts in your temple. If the Buddhist practice is not enough, the subtleties of martial arts cannot be fully understood and the power cannot be exerted. Therefore, the disciples of Landuo Temple should not rush to practice martial arts, but

It is far better to practice Buddhism first, and then practice martial arts half as much when you are deeper into Buddhism, and progress a thousand miles in a day, than to practice in a hurry."

"The most suitable age for people to start practicing martial arts is eight years old. If you miss it, your foundation will be unstable, and it will be very difficult to catch up in the future." Liao Kong shook his head.

Li Muchan smiled: "Then just practice a set of ordinary boxing and use it to strengthen your body. Don't focus on practicing martial arts, but concentrate on practicing Buddhism. If you don't have the level of Buddhism, you can't practice. This is the right way.

"

Liao Kong shook his head disapprovingly: "What you said is a bit novel, I will report it to Master."

"This can be regarded as my feelings for your temple." Li Muchan smiled, turned and left the cliff. He no longer talked about martial arts, but discussed the order of martial arts and the wonders of the world.

Time flew by, and two days passed in the blink of an eye. In the evening of that day, the three of them stood by the river under Canghai Mountain and watched the disciples come and go, completing the outer sect's tasks.

The three of them were standing on a stone by the river. The stone was about one person tall, about one foot long and two feet wide.

Li Muchan was dressed in a flowing green shirt and a pure gray robe. He looked quite aloof and relaxed. He looked at the outer disciples who were rushing around and smiled knowingly.

From them, they felt the vitality and vision and hope for the future, which they lacked the most.

They only thought about martial arts training and nothing else. Instead, they lost their vitality and hope, and felt that their shoulders were heavy and they were carrying a huge burden.

"Brother Li, thank you for your hospitality these two days, we are going to say goodbye." Liao Kong turned around and said.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows: "You want to leave?"

"Well, we are not idlers. We can't stay too long. We have to go back to the temple to answer our orders." He lowered his head lightly and said with a smile, "I have been following Brother Li these past few days."

Li Muchan thought for a while and said with a smile: "Why don't you stay for a few more days? I haven't closed my eyes all the time because I'm waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone?" Liao Kong asked in surprise.

Jing Ye looked at him curiously. Through these two days of getting along, he finally understood the temperament of Li Zhanran in front of him. He seemed to have no airs and laughed casually, but he was an arrogant madman. It was really unusual for him to be able to wait for him on a special trip.

people.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Nangong Sidao."

Liao Kong laughed: "Brother Li made an appointment with Nangong Daxia?"

"No appointment." Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "But if Nangong Daxia comes back, he should come here to have a look."

Liao Kong nodded slowly and said with a smile: "That's great, let's just wait."

In the early morning of the third day, Li Muchan was practicing in his small courtyard. Mei Ruolan, Gong Qingyun, and Xiao Yuan were all there, and it was really lively that the four of them were fighting together.

Li Muchan also played with them. Their current cultivation levels were quite good, but in his eyes, they were no different from children playing with swords, and they were not threatening at all.

Gong Qingyun's expression is still cold, but the coldness is gone, replaced by a refreshing look. Her temperament has changed, which is caused by practicing the sea god. In terms of artistic conception, she is far better than Xiao Yuan, and even not inferior to Xiao Yuan.

Mei Ruolan.

However, Mei Ruolan and Li Muchan benefited greatly from practicing together, so they were better than her. She was not too conspicuous in the Canghai Sword Sect.

Li Muchan wore a green shirt and faced the three women alone. While blocking, he pointed out the weaknesses of their swords, which was regarded as guiding them in their practice.

While I was laughing, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

Li Muchan shouted: "Come in."

A girl in black pushed the door open and walked in. She was graceful and pretty. She came closer with a letter in her hand: "Senior Brother Li, this is a letter from one of your friends."

"Friend?" Li Muchan was surprised and waved: "Let me take a look."

The girl in black threw it lightly, and like an invisible hand holding the envelope flatly, it landed in Li Muchan's hand. After he took it, he casually asked: "Who sent it?"

"An ordinary merchant said he was sent here on request." The girl in black said.

Li Muchan frowned. This was a bit strange. There was nothing written on the envelope. When he opened it and took a look, his expression suddenly changed.

Everyone felt a huge aura rushing towards their faces, like a torrential downpour that was about to overwhelm them, and they involuntarily took a few steps back.

Even Mei Ruolan, who has the deepest cultivation level, couldn't help but take four or five steps back and stared at Li Muchan worriedly: "Zhanran, what's going on?"

Li Muchan took a long breath, raised his head, and showed a stiff smile: "Nothing,... Ying Ruolan, you can practice by yourself first, I will go see the master."

"Well, go ahead." Mei Ruolan nodded knowingly, her heart sank, knowing that something big had happened.

Li Muchan smiled at the girl in black and said, "Master, is he in the hall?"

"Yes." The girl in black nodded.

Li Muchan turned to Mei Ruolan and smiled and said, "I'll come as soon as I go."

His smile was more natural this time, he nodded lightly at the girl in black, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, already in the Wuji Hall.
To be continued...