Li Muchan breathed a long sigh of relief: "What about the second young master?"

"It doesn't matter to him, it doesn't matter to you, right?"

She knew that Li Muchan was pretending to be injured on purpose, but activating the formation was not a good job.

Li Muchan had a smile on his face and said to himself: "It doesn't matter."

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While the two were talking, Mr. Song Wu said: "Xiu'er, go and attract Jing'er here!"

Song Xiuxiu curled her lips, looked at Song Shuhua and waved her hands. Song Xiuxiu reluctantly agreed, turned and left.

Song Xiuxiu is very familiar with the layout of Kongming Mountain. The formation is similar to Kongming Mountain, so she can't help it, but she really doesn't want to lure Song Jing over.

As Song Shuhua's confidant, she was very clear and sympathetic to the grudges between Song Shuhua and Song Jing. She didn't like to see him and wished he was dead.

However, she had to obey Song Shuhua's orders, so she had no choice but to go back. After a long delay, she led Song Jing and the others out and arrived in front of Song Shuhua.

Song Jing and the others were well-informed. Once they realized they were trapped in the formation, they would immediately stop and adjust their breathing in place, waiting for Song Shuhua to come to rescue them. He understood Song Shuhua's character and would never take the opportunity to harm himself.

The effect of his secret method had passed, and after taking a pill, he still couldn't hide his tiredness, but he was still full of interest: "Haha, little sister, are you injured?"

Song Shuhua said coldly: "Second brother, are you happy to see me injured?"

Song Jing smiled proudly: "Haha, this time is a sure-fire situation. If I don't come, will you, little sister, be unable to escape this time?"

Song Shuhua snorted coldly: "Thank you so much, second brother, I owe you my life."

"Haha, easy to say, easy to say!" Song Jing stroked his mustache and said with a smile: "But the second sister's skills are an eye-opener for me. The master is indeed worthy of the master!"

Song Shuhua glanced at Mr. Meng and Mr. Mo, and said calmly: "It's just a fluke."

As both the legitimate sons of the Song family, Song Shuhua did not have a grandmaster to protect her. The fifth master of Song Dynasty had been close to her since she was a child and treated her like his own daughter. He only followed her after seeing her.

Song Jing, on the other hand, was guarded by two grandmasters. Their treatment was very different, which shows the difference between men and women in the Song family.

However, no matter how powerful the guard is, he can't be as powerful as himself. Song Shuhua can become a master, and the three brothers and sisters are the first.

Song Jing's face darkened and he snorted: "Who are these guys? They are very courageous!"

Song Shuhua said lightly: "It's just those families!...Fifth Uncle, are you okay?"

Master Song Wu shook his head: "My old bones can't die. Hua'er, Xing'er, you just sit down and rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow!"

"Yes, let's sharpen their spirits!" Song Jing agreed, stroking his hands.

Everyone sat cross-legged, surrounding Song Shuhua and Song Wuye. Li Muchan sat next to Meng Fei, on the other side of Song Shuhua, and the surroundings quickly became quiet.

Li Muchan and Song Shuhua talked secretly, unknown to outsiders.

Li Muchan asked: "The Song family has many enemies?"

"Well, I guess it's Anjia." Song Shuhua answered.

Before Li Muchan could ask, Song Shuhua continued: "The An family and my Song family have always been at odds with each other. They have been enemies for several generations. The feud is getting deeper and deeper and will never end."

Li Muchan secretly asked: "Why is this so?"

Song Shuhua said: "It's the grudges of previous generations that have been carried forward by the younger generations. I don't know what's going on."

Li Muchan said no more, and the two began to adjust their breaths.

Li Muchan replayed the previous fights in his mind, thinking about his experience in the battle. Different martial arts meant different situations when facing the enemy. He had rich experience in fighting the enemy, but this was actually a constraint.

When he arrived in this world, his original experience was deeply rooted in his bones, and every move, every move, and every move contained its own secrets, but when he arrived in this world, it was different.

But it is not easy to change this deep-rooted habit. It requires step by step, simulating in the mind, and practical experience. What he lacks most now is actual combat.

In the early morning of the next day, the fog was lingering, and the surroundings could not be seen clearly. There were only lush woods. People woke up one after another, and Li Muchan glanced at Song Shuhua.

Just as Song Shuhua opened her eyes and looked over, their eyes separated as soon as they touched. Li Muchan saw that she had recovered. She was pregnant with the elixir and protected by precious armor. She was indeed a disciple of an aristocratic family.

Song Shuhua turned her bright eyes away, seemingly not seeing Li Muchan, and fell on Master Song Wu's face: "Uncle Wu, are you feeling better?"

"Well, the recovery is 70% to 80%." Song Wuye nodded, opened his eyes, glanced at everyone with a sharp gaze, and sighed: "It will be done tomorrow."

Song Shuhua said: "How will they deal with it?"

Song Liye shook his head: "There is nothing we can do. They are masters and have rich experience. The formations were made hastily and have limited power. We can only trap them without hurting them."

Song Shuhua frowned and nodded slowly, no longer insisting. Grandmasters have body-protecting aura, which makes it difficult for those below to be harmed. However, the power of formations takes time to accumulate. Just like warriors, the thicker the accumulated aura, the stronger the power.

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Song Jing also woke up and walked over slowly: "U Heng, you've been beaten so hard, you can't help but know who it is, right?"

Song Shuhua said lightly: "People from Anjia."

"How did you know it was from the An family?" Song Jing shook his head and said disapprovingly: "Maybe he was deliberately provoking it."

"Are we going to start a fight with the An family?" Song Shuhua glanced at him, then turned her head and said, "Uncle Fifth, let me go and take a look!"

Master Song Wu shook his head: "Forget it, it's not worth the risk, let's go."

"Fifth Uncle!" Song Jing shouted reluctantly.

Mr. Song Wu's eyes widened: "I'm sorry, boy, if you want to go by yourself, don't let Hua'er die!"

Song Jing sighed helplessly: "Yes, just listen to Uncle Wu!"

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Everyone got up and packed up, and then - left the formation, went down the hill and looked from a distance, only to see six people standing motionless on the top of the mountain, like statues.

Everyone laughed, thinking they were so stupid, and seeing this looked like a relief.

"Fifth Master, how long do they have to stay?" Meng Fei shouted.

"Two days." Song Wuye glared at him.

He doesn't think it's anything special, it's just a trap. It's not really a skill. His formation skills are still far behind!

Seeing his expression, Meng Fei shut his mouth knowingly and turned to care about Li Muchan: "Brother Li, are you okay?"

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing serious."

Everyone slowly calmed down, then jumped on their horses and continued on their way.

Li Muchan and Song Shuhua walked side by side, Song Wuye was still holding the line at the end, and Song Jing was on the other side of Song Shuhua, glancing at Li Muchan curiously.

Song Shuhua glanced at him lightly and said nothing. Li Muchan smiled and nodded, sending a friendly gesture.

Song Jing smiled and said: "Little sister, is this Brother Li...?"

"You don't need to know." Song Shuhua said coldly.

This made Song Jing even more interested, and he said with a smile: "Oh...?...What kind of ability does Brother Li have? My little sister has high standards and is very disobedient!"

Li Muchan bowed slightly and said with a smile: "I just read a few books, not worth mentioning."

"So he is a scholar." Song Jing was surprised and said with a smile: "Little sister, your taste is really unique, haha..."

He let out bursts of strange laughter and glanced at Li Muchan and Song Shuhua ambiguously.

Song Shuhua looked at him indifferently, shook her head, as if she was too lazy to say more, turned around and said: "Li Wuji, let's take a quick step!"

"Yes." Li Muchan responded, and the two of them rode out, surpassing Song Jing in one go.

Song Jing did not rush his horse to catch up, but smiled as he watched the two of them go away. He narrowed his eyes slightly and touched his chin, thoughtfully thinking about Li Muchan's identity and what role he played next to Song Shuhua.

He thought to himself, depending on the situation, Li Wuji was not very skilled in martial arts, but he was quite loyal. He sacrificed his life to save his little sister at a critical moment, but he didn't look like he liked her. What was the reason?

He waved: "Meng Fei, come here, come here!"

Meng Fei smiled bitterly in his heart, but there was nothing strange on his face. He smiled and said, "What are your orders, Second Young Master?"

"Let me ask you, where did this Li Wuji come from?" Song Jing asked with wide eyes.

Meng Fei was startled and said with a smile: "Brother Li? It was Sister Xiaonu who accidentally rescued him. He is a very smart man."

Song Jing touched his chin and said with a smile: "It turned out to be my savior, no wonder..."

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Meng Fei smiled and said, "Brother Li offended the second young master?"

"Hmph, it seems that he is smart, not as stupid as you!" Song Jing waved his hand.

Meng Fei touched his head and chuckled: "That's right, that's right, Second Young Master, I'm going to chase Sister Xiaowen!"

"Go on, go on, you're such a bitch!" Song Jing cursed angrily.

Meng Fei was not angry either. He hit his horse with a smile and ran after him into the distance. Zhao Bai shouted "Drive" and let the horse chase after him. The horse's hooves raised dust and floated towards Song Jing.

Song Jing cursed, but did not argue with Zhao Bai. Song Xiuxiu also snorted and chased after Song Jing without even looking at Song Jing.

Song Jing shook his head and cursed: "What kind of slaves are there really like their masters, these dogs!"

Cai Lao smiled and said, "Young master, you don't have to be familiar with them."

Song Jing smiled and waved his hand: "That's true, I don't bother to argue with them, Meng Lao Mo Lao, I have worked hard this time!"

Mr. Meng and Mr. Mo smiled and shook their heads without saying much.
To be continued...