Li Muchan was startled and said in surprise: "Is the Imperial Master out of confinement?"

His voice floated out leisurely, directly outside the house, and reached Zhang Huixuefei's ears.

Zhang Huixuefei's voice sounded: "Yes, the master has just come out of confinement and has returned from the palace. He asked me to come here specifically to invite Mr. Nangong."

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go right away!"

He suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Huixuefei. Zhang Huixuefei was dressed in an old Taoist robe and was plainly dressed. It was hard to tell that he was a disciple of the Imperial Master and had a respected status.

Li Muchan said with a smile: "National Master Wu Dajin?"

Zhang Xuefei shook his head: "Master's retreat is actually not about practicing martial arts, but refining elixirs."

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Refining the elixir?"

"Yes." Zhang Huixuefei nodded, bowed and stretched out his hands, signaling Li Muchan to go first.

Li Muchan did not refuse, and walked towards the east, while asking: "The national master actually refined the elixir, is it for the emperor of your country?"

"Yes." Zhang Huixuefei nodded.

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is of no benefit. I don't think the Imperial Master is such a short-sighted person?"

"Why is there no benefit?" Zhang Huixuefei asked with a frown.

Li Muchan sighed: "Although the outer elixir is wonderful, it needs the support of the inner elixir to truly reach the wonderful state. The emperor is busy with everything, how can he have the chance to practice?"

Zhang Huixuefei frowned and shook his head, without saying much.

Li Muchan said: "Practicing Waidan is a thankless effort. I advise the master to stop, otherwise it will be difficult for him to end well in the future."

"No need to bother, sir!" Zhang Huixuefei calmed down.

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled, without saying anything more. The two of them walked forward quietly along the street, and after a while they left the city gate and went straight forward.

Zhang Huixuefei led the way. They quickly reached the top of the peak and arrived at the Chongzhen Temple. Li Muchan saw the location of the Chongzhen Temple and nodded appreciatively. This is indeed a good place. The aura is rich and far better than the rest. This place is the most suitable for cultivation.

However, although this peak is high, it is still inferior to the Nine Peaks of Tianyi Sect, and the richness of spiritual energy is also much lower.

As soon as they arrived in front of the temple, the gate of the Taoist temple opened, and then four people floated out. Xu Xuejiao, whom Li Muchan had seen, was among them. She was wearing a Taoist robe to cover her graceful figure, holding a sword in her arms, looking unhappy. He looked sideways at him with disdain on his face.

She was quite disdainful of Li Muchan, not because of his martial arts, but because he robbed Zhao Sisi. She felt that although Nangong Sidao was good at martial arts, his character was not good and he was not worthy of respect.

Standing next to her was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a slim figure, handsome appearance, and a dashing temperament. He must have been a handsome man when he was young, and he is still charming now.

Opposite her stood a young Taoist priest, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a childish look on his face, but with fine bones and a delicate appearance.

Li Muchan's eyes fell on the thin old Taoist returnee in the middle.

He couldn't help but stare, narrowed his eyes slightly, and guessed the identity of this experienced Taoist return soldier - Zhao Zhiyuan, the Imperial Master of Western Zhao!

However, he did not expect that the famous Imperial Master of Western Zhao would be so ordinary. If he were walking on the street, no one would notice him. He would just regard him as an ordinary, down-and-out Taoist returnee and not bother to take a second look.

This Zhao Zhiyuan is thin and has a wrinkled face. He looks about sixty or seventy years old. He has no immortal spirit. He looks like an ordinary old man. He looks more like a Taoist priest than a Taoist priest. Old farmer.

However, he looked old, but his eyes were bright and clear, not dull at all, like a pair of young eyes, full of enthusiasm.

Li Muchan will never be looked down upon because of his ordinary appearance. This is because his cultivation has reached a certain level, his essence is restrained, he has returned to simplicity, and his cultivation is extremely advanced and somewhat unfathomable.

"Mr. Nangong is here. I welcome you from afar." Zhao Zhiyuan bowed his head and said with a smile: "Please come in and serve tea."

Li Muchan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Master Zhao, I'm disturbing Qing Xiu."

Zhao Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head: "Old Taoist Xian Yun Ye He is at ease and leisurely. I wish Mr. Nangong would disturb me, please——!"

Li Muchan stopped being polite and walked inside with Zhao Zhiyuan and entered the temple.

They did not go to the main hall, which obviously contained statues of gods and was not suitable for entertaining guests. They came to the main hall at the second entrance to the courtyard, which was similar to an ordinary person's living room.

Xu Xuejiao pouted at the side, feeling that the master was too polite. He should not give a good look to such a provocative guy and just send him away.

However, Zhao Zhiyuan looked kind and cheerful, but he was very dignified. She did not dare to act recklessly, so she could only suppress her inner thoughts and look sideways at Li Muchan, not to give him a good look on her.

After sitting down, the youngest disciple brought tea. Zhao Zhiyuan picked it up and smiled at Li Muchan. Li Muchan also brought tea. The two took a sip and then put it down.

Zhao Zhiyuan smiled and said: "The old Taoist is in retreat, has he delayed Mr. Nangong's husband?"

Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "National Master, there is no need to be polite. Si Dao is also an idler. He has nothing to do. He travels all over the world and makes friends with martial arts. Hearing the name of the National Master, he came here because of his reputation and wants to learn from each other."

Zhao Zhiyuan stroked his beard and smiled: "What kind of reputation does the old Taoist have? It's just a bit of a false reputation. It's not worth mentioning. However, Mr. Mister's reputation is spread all over the world."

Li Muchan said: "Famous teacher and disciple, I have fought against Miss Xu, she is really good, national master, you don't have to be polite."

"Haha, in that case, the old Taoist won't refuse, so let's learn from each other." Zhao Zhiyuan nodded with a smile and said, "Sir, you have come all the way from afar and will stay in the temple for a few days. Let's get close and personal."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I can't ask for it!"

Zhao Zhiyuan stood up and walked to the courtyard in front of the hall, gently lifted the front of his Taoist robe, tied it around his waist, and then waved: "Xuejiao, here comes the sword!"

"Yes!" Xu Xuejiao responded crisply and stepped forward excitedly holding the sword.

Zhao Zhiyuan slowly grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword. The sword was slightly black, plain and not smooth. It was obviously a wooden sword. Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Is this the sword of the Imperial Master? "

Zhao Zhiyuan smiled and nodded: "The old Taoist is an outsider and tries his best not to be contaminated by fierce things, so he always uses wooden swords instead of iron swords."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "The Taoist priest's sword is not a mahogany sword, is it? It is used to ward off evil spirits and subjugate demons. I am not a demon."

Zhao Zhiyuan chuckled and nodded, stroking his beard and said: "Sir, you guessed it right. This sword is exactly the peach wood sword. However, sir, you should not underestimate it. It is as hard and strong as the Qingfeng sword. The thousand-year-old peach wood has been struck by lightning and has become masculine. Haozheng, powerful."

Li Muchan nodded: "In that case, I also want to use a wooden sword. I wonder if you have any?"

"Sir, you are really..." Zhao Zhiyuan shook his head and turned to the middle-aged Taoist warrior: "Xue Feng, please give your sword to me, sir."

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, took out the long sword from his waist, came to Li Muchan, and handed it to Li Muchan with both hands: "Mr. Nangong, please——!"

His demeanor was calm and dignified, with the bearing of a man who had returned to his position. He was obviously managing ordinary affairs. When facing Li Muchan, he was neither humble nor overbearing, which was just right.

Li Muchan took the wooden sword. This sword was the same as Zhao Zhiyuan's. The color and stripes were exactly the same. It was obviously a sword made from the same tree.

Looking at Xu Xuejiao and Zhang Huixuefei, both of them are Qingfeng swordsmen. Obviously they are not qualified to wear peach wood swords, and their cultivation level is not yet high. This peach wood sword is rare in Chongzhen Temple.

The middle-aged Taoist scholar did not leave, but turned around and said, "Master, I would like to learn something from Mr. Nangong first."

Zhao Zhiyuan frowned: "Xue Feng, step back!"

"Master, I have heard about Mr. Nangong for a long time. He is the best master in the world. I have admired him for a long time. Now that Mr. Nangong is here, it is a rare opportunity. I would like to ask for advice!" The middle-aged Taoist Huishi did not move and answered calmly. .

Zhao Zhiyuan said in a deep voice: "You have plenty of opportunities to ask for advice, let us discuss it later!"

Li Muchan said with a smile: "Does the Taoist think that Sidao is not qualified to fight against the Imperial Master?"

These words were heartbreaking words, but they revealed the thoughts of the middle-aged Taoist monk. He regarded his master as a god. Although Nangong Sidao was known as the best in the world, he didn't take it seriously.

Zhao Zhiyuan frowned and glanced at the middle-aged Taoist return man. The middle-aged Taoist return man said slowly: "Mr. Nangong misunderstood. I'm afraid that after Mr. Nangong competes with Master, I won't have the courage to take action again."

Li Muchan laughed and said to Zhao Zhiyuan: "Famous teachers produce great disciples, and there are successors to the national teachers!"

Zhao Zhiyuan glanced at the middle-aged Taoist returnee, shook his head and sighed: "Sir, please forgive me."

Li Muchan waved his hand: "National Master, in this case, I will discuss with your disciple, and we will discuss again later."

Zhao Zhiyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "Alas... Then there is Mr. Lao. Xuefeng has been blinded by his eyes these past few years. It is useless for me to say that there is a better world. He can only know it by experiencing it himself."

Li Muchan gently sent the mahogany sword away and floated in front of Xu Xuejiao: "Ms. Xu will keep it for you. Let's learn how to punch back the kicker."

"Please!" the middle-aged Taoist warrior said solemnly.

Li Muchan punched out lightly, and the middle-aged Taoist warrior's expression changed. He quickly drew an arc with his palms and slowly faced him.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the middle-aged Taoist warrior shot straight back.

Li Muchan pulled again, and the figure of the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly froze, then fluttered to the ground, stopping just in front of the hall, and did not shoot back.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Process!"

The middle-aged Taoist returnee's face was pale, he looked at Li Muchan in surprise, smiled bitterly and clasped his fists: "I'm a Taoist who overestimates his own abilities, I'm ashamed!"

Zhao Zhiyuan shook his head: "I really don't know how high the sky is. Now I understand that you are far behind. My teacher has always said it before, but you have never listened!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest said with shame: "Master's lesson is right!"

Xu Xuejiao's bright eyes widened and she looked at Li Muchan in surprise. She knew very well how powerful Master Hui was. She thought that few people in the world could match him, but she didn't expect that she couldn't catch a single move.

Zhang Hui Xuefei's face didn't look very good either, but he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he knew what he was doing and realized how powerful he was. He was as powerful as the ocean, not inferior to his master, so he didn't take action against him, and he didn't even have the intention to kill.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "National Master, to be honest, my disciple has such a level of cultivation that he can already be proud of the world. The Imperial Master is too harsh!"

Zhao Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "People who are outsiders are free and easy. If you can't get rid of the desire to win or lose, your achievements will be limited after all. The boss has always been unable to break through this, which really makes me anxious."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "There is no need to force the master. Everyone has his own opportunity. When the time comes, he will naturally understand it. There is no point in being anxious."

"Oh..., that's what I said." Zhao Zhiyuan shook his head.

Li Muchan stretched out his hand and said, "Miss Xu, bring your sword."

Xu Xuejiao glanced at him sideways, but did not refuse. When he came closer, she handed the peach wood sword to him with both hands, not forgetting to give him a look.

Li Muchan gently stroked the peach wood sword, flicked it with his fingers, "Zheng..." The peach wood sword made a crisp sound, which was not like wood.

Zhao Zhiyuan knew that this was because of the entry of internal force, which was the masculine internal force like substance, which made him make such a sound. He couldn't help but admire: "Sir, you are so good at cultivation!"

"The Imperial Master praised each other, each other." Li Muchan smiled slightly.

He gently stroked the mahogany sword, and suddenly the sword energy filled the air. The three middle-aged Taoist warriors felt a mighty force coming towards their faces, pushing themselves back like a tide, and involuntarily retreated two feet away.
To be continued...