A picture appeared in his mind, which was originally drawn by Elder Ouyang. He looked around again, pondered for a moment, then turned and headed south.
He performed Qing Gong all the way, as fast as the wind. After Zidan took the meridians, his Qing Gong became more and more sophisticated, and he performed it with the speed of light and shadow.
People were coming and going on the official road, and it was the busiest time. Li Muchan passed by, and they only felt a gust of wind. They felt strange, why there was a sudden gust of wind for no reason? They couldn't help but curse, "What a crazy weather!"
How weird!
Li Muchan first walked along the official road, and when he reached the bend, he continued walking straight south. When he came out of the official road, it was a forest. He jumped up to the treetops and flew close to the treetops.
At a speed like the wind, the objects in front of him flew by, and the purple elixir in his body rotated, continuously providing internal force to drive his legs to move quickly. He suddenly felt like driving a car in later generations.
However, performing Qing Kung Fu is much more interesting and exciting than driving a car.
While running, he admired the old man in yellow's lightness skill.
Without the Feiyun Step, he would never be his match. The old man's internal strength was extremely profound, only inferior to that of the bald leader.
However, the bald leader is twenty or thirty years younger, and his internal strength is still better than that of the old man. This shows that Landa Temple's martial arts is exquisite, and this old man must also come from a famous family.
I originally thought that I was already a top master because of my purple elixir formation, wide meridians, and deep internal energy. But now I see that I am far behind.
He shook his head and sighed, putting aside his thoughts and concentrating on his way, while the other half of his mind was practicing the Tianyuan Breathing and Inhalation Technique. His pores opened, and the slightest breath of fresh air was sucked in by the rotating purple pill, and transformed into internal force and injected into his legs.
After half a day's work, he arrived at Fairy Peak. It was already noon and the sun was shining brightly.
When he passed the Fairy Peak, he didn't stop much. Although he wanted to go back to the valley to have a look, he was worried about the people in Mei Mansion, so he climbed over the Fairy Peak and headed west.
An hour later, he saw everyone in Mei Mansion.
The guards of the Mei Mansion have already found the horses, and they are all galloping, dusty and dusty, and they look neat, obviously they have not fought against each other.
The three girls, Mei Ruolan, walked among the crowd, all wearing tight-fitting outfits and looking heroic.
Mei Ruolan looked calm and at ease, without any sense of running away. Instead, she looked like she was out on a spring outing. Her temperament was dignified and noble, as if she stood out among a flock of chickens.
Li Muchan hid in the dark and observed, but did not show up, and they did not notice it either.
He lay in the dark and was not idle.
First, he wove a round basket out of branches, made a broom, then made a shovel out of wood, and made two wooden horse hooves, which were very similar to the bowls stepped on by the concubines of the Qing Dynasty in later generations.
After everyone in the Mei Mansion passed by, he dropped from the tree onto the path and walked in the opposite direction in the direction they came from.
As he walked, he picked up horse manure on the ground, put it into a round basket, and swept away the traces of horse hooves.
The piles of horse manure were still steaming, so he carefully used his inner strength to wrap them up and put them into the basket so as not to lose their shape, regardless of the stench.
After walking four or five miles and collecting about twenty piles of horse manure, he stopped, turned aside, and headed north, onto a trail.
Once on the trail, I put on two horse hooves and stepped on them. The broom was shattered and turned into powder. When the wind blew, it rustled.
He carefully spread a pile of horse manure every other section of the road, sometimes tens of meters, sometimes several meters, sometimes hundreds of meters away, with varying intervals.
He walked all the way to the woods outside Crouching Tiger Mountain, and then got into the woods, stamping on his feet as if dozens of horses were passing by.
Then, he stepped on the hoof of the wooden horse to the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain and stepped back and forth several times.
After doing this, he smashed everything into pieces, then climbed up a big tree, sat on the branch, and with a smile on his face, performed the Tianyuan Breathing Technique.
An hour later, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and a horse neighed from outside the woods, and an angry voice yelled: "Did you get in here?!"
"Master, this is where it is!" a middle-aged man's voice sounded.
"Search for me!" Li Jixian shouted angrily.
An old man said anxiously: "Master, wait!"
"Wang Zongfeng, what's wrong?" Li Jixian suppressed his anxiety and asked in a deep voice.
The old man advised: "Master, this is Crouching Tiger Mountain, the territory of the bald bandits! We... shouldn't stay for a long time!"
Li Jixian sneered: "Huh, bald bandit! What a bald bandit! They are quite courageous!"
"Master, the bald bandit is ruthless and cruel, so it's best not to offend him," the king advised in a gentle voice.
Li Jixian shouted angrily: "I don't care!... Anyone who harbors the Mei family, even if they go against someone named Li like me, will be killed without mercy! Kill without mercy!"
He sounded like he was going crazy, and his voice sounded a bit crazy.
"Oh..., yes!" Wang Chongfeng sighed.
Footsteps sounded one after another, and more than a hundred people searched like a net, and soon found dense horse hooves and some horse dung. Suddenly someone shouted: "Master, here!"
So a group of people came to the place where Li Muchan had just stepped on. Li Jixian took the lead, lowered his head to look at the horse's hoof prints, and hummed: "It is indeed hidden here!"
"Search again!" He raised his hand, and everyone then spread out using this place as the center of the circle.
Soon, they found the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain.
Standing at the foot of Wohu Mountain, looking up, the bluestone steps are paved to the top, like a green belt hanging in the sky, which is steep and difficult to climb.
Seeing this steep and steep mountain, it is easy to feel insignificant.
Li Muchan was hiding in a tree, looking like a ghost, and ordinary guards could not find him.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the people. They were standing at the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain, looking up, their expressions changing.
A wrinkled little old man stroked his beard and frowned: "Master, it's strange, how can a horse go up such a steep mountain?"
"Bald bandits come and go, of course there are ways!" Li Jixian said coldly.
The skinny little old man frowned: "Is it possible that someone is causing trouble and wants us to kill each other with the bald bandits and reap the benefits?"
"Wang Zongfeng, you are overthinking!" Li Jixian shook his head, pointed at the horse's hoof prints and hummed: "If this is the case, this man is so cunning, how could he make such a stupid mistake? Everyone knows that the horse cannot get up!"
He sneered: "The more flaws there are, the more credible it is!"
"Master..." Wang Chongfeng shook his head.
Li Jixian waved his hand, interrupted his words, and said coldly: "No need to say more, I have made up my mind!...Huh, I'd rather kill the wrong person than let him go, go up!"
"Alas..." Wang Zongfeng smiled bitterly, looking at Li Jixian's bloodshot eyes and ferocious twisted face, shaking his head and sighing, giving up and trying to persuade him, knowing that he was wasting his words.
The head of the family was already stubborn, but now he was so angry that he became even more angry and couldn't listen to what others said.
The Li family guards climbed the steps.
Twenty or so steps later, there were two bald men standing. When they saw them coming up, they shouted loudly: "Stop those who come! Tell your name!"
The Li family guards ignored him and approached quickly.
"Woo..." A whistle sounded, extremely shrill.
The roar woke up the quiet Crouching Tiger Mountain, and suddenly someone rushed down from the top of the mountain, with flashing bald heads, and poured down like a tide, quickly spreading to every step, at an extremely fast speed.
At this time, the Li family guards had already approached the two big men. They drew their swords and killed them, making a jingling sound and fighting them into a ball.
The steps are so narrow that only two people can walk side by side, barely enough for three people to stand, but they can't use any moves.
Li Jixian stood behind and saw two guards and two big men fighting together. It was difficult to tell the winner for a while. He frowned impatiently and hummed: "Trash!...Zhao Gongfeng, kill these two guys!"
"Yes!" A fat old man clasped his fists and waved his hand, and dozens of hidden weapons were shot out.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The two bald men blocked with their swords, blocking all the hidden weapons.
"Uh..." The guards of the Li Mansion took the opportunity to make a sneak attack and stabbed a bald man in the abdomen.
Then the two of them attacked another big man, and Zhao Gongfeng used a hidden weapon again. His hidden weapon was difficult to guard against and was tricky. The big man was hit by a dart in the chest and fell down.
At this time, the bald men on the mountain were halfway up the mountain, and their bald heads were shining in the sun.
Li Jixian shouted in a deep voice: "Several of the worshipers, let's go to the front. If they don't do anything, follow behind and kill them up the mountain!"
"Yes, head of the family." Several worshipers responded, leaping up, passing over their heads, landing lightly in front, and then walked up.
One group of people went up, one group went down, and the two groups gathered halfway up the mountain.
While all their attention was focused on them, Li Muchan, who looked like a ghost, grabbed a guard who was similar in stature to him, dragged him back to the woods, knocked him out, and changed his clothes.
He wears a black belt on his head and is wearing a black outfit. He is full of heroism. If he were another person, the black belt just covers his short hair.
Sneaking into the guards quietly, they were so nervous that they all stared at the mountain and had no time to pay attention to anyone else. They didn't even notice Li Muchan's impersonation.
Furthermore, he has a strong spirit, can change freely, and subconsciously imitates them. He is full of energy, radiant, and heroic, and his temperament is the same as theirs. Standing in the crowd, it is difficult to attract attention.
The two teams of men and horses collided, and several bald men suddenly flew up, hit the stone walls on both sides, and slid down with screams, and the screams floated in the air.
If these people fall down the mountain, they will be smashed to pieces.
The guards of the Li family were all shocked and felt a slight chill.
It was the same death, being stabbed and hacked to death with a sword, or falling from the mountain and being smashed to pieces. They would rather die by the sword.
"Men of the Li family, have nothing to fear, go ahead and kill!" Li Jixian waved his sword and shouted, the sound shaking the entire Crouching Tiger Mountain.
"Kill——!" Everyone screamed, their blood boiling.
Li Muchan, who was at the end of the crowd, secretly admired that the head of the family was indeed extraordinary. This loud shout at the critical moment greatly boosted morale.
Several worshipers were in front, and Li Muchan recognized the first two as Song Congfeng and Chen Chongfeng. They combined their swords and laid out a dense sword net, completely blocking the bald men.
The chubby Zhao Gongfeng was behind them, trying to shoot the hidden weapon. He was so weird and cunning that it was impossible to detect the hidden weapon. Under the sword net of the two men, he was already stretched thin and could not detect the hidden weapon.
Figures flew up one after another, fell to the stone wall next to them, and slid down screaming.
In the blink of an eye, six bald men had died tragically.
There was a group of people behind the bald man, six of them in total, looking down with cold eyes and grim expressions.
"Second Master, let's go up!" A thick and strong man said in a deep voice, shaking his long stick. He had a sinewy face, and the muscles all over his body were bulging, as if they were about to burst through his clothes.
The thin middle-aged man shook his head. He had an ordinary appearance and a pair of extremely narrow eyes. His gaze was cold and intimidating. He stared at the fight below and remained calm.
"Second Master, these guys are powerful. Brothers are dying in vain. We can't wait any longer!" The thick and strong man stamped his stick on the ground and shouted anxiously.
The middle-aged man said calmly: "Don't worry, find out what's true and what's true, and see what other good tricks they have."
He seemed not to have seen the tragic death of the bald men, his expression was calm and he was staring at Li Jixian intently.
The faces of the four people behind him were anxious, but they suppressed their emotions. On Crouching Tiger Mountain, the second master always spoke the truth. Since the first master didn't come back, no one dared to take advantage of him.
After a moment, the middle-aged man waved his hand: "Come on!"
The sturdy man was overjoyed and shouted: "Brothers, hold on, I'm coming!"
After saying that, he touched the ground with his long stick, jumped up, passed dozens of people, came to the front, swung his stick and swept away thousands of troops in one move, with extremely ferocious momentum.
Song Gongfeng and Chen Gongfeng converged their swords, but they were swung away by his long stick. Their expressions suddenly changed and they took a step back.
Their swordsmanship is dense, the yin and yang are in harmony, and they are one and the same, without any flaws. However, when they encounter this unreasonable long stick, they meet their nemesis.
The thick and powerful man waved his long stick, the wind roared, and everyone within five feet of his body was shrouded under the long stick.
All the big men stepped back, leaving him with three steps to himself.
This big man was born with supernatural power. When he struck down with his stick, it was extremely powerful. When the long sword collided with it, even though the two worshipers had deep internal strength, the long sword could not help but swing up, and the sword moves could not be coherent.
Several points of cold light flew up, and the hidden weapon greeted him. The strong man sneered and turned a blind eye, "Ding, ding, ding, ding..." As soon as the hidden weapon came within five feet of him, it immediately bounced back.
The worshipers waved their sleeves and swept them away, frowning.
Li Jixian shouted: "Sun Zongfeng!"
A tall old man squeezed past Song Chongfeng and Chen Chongfeng and stood in front. He held a large gold-ringed knife in his hand. The back of the knife was thick and the sharp cold light shone, making it chilling to watch.
Without saying a word, he slashed down with his sword. The sword shone like a sword and he whimpered.
"Dang..." There was a loud noise, and the knife and stick bounced away.
"Okay -!" The bald man laughed loudly, as if he was crazy, and swung his stick down on his head one after another. The tall old man swung his golden ring sword and faced him without any sign of weakness.
The constant clashing of knives and sticks made people's ears sore and their whole body numb.
"Come forward!" Li Jixian shouted.
The worshipers flew up, passed by the two people who were fighting, and rushed towards the crowd above. The guards of the Li Mansion followed the law and jumped up to rush forward.
The scene suddenly became violent, and Li Muchan was among them, killing the bald man as well.
Killing and killing, he slowly passed through the crowd and rushed to the top of the mountain, followed by several Li Mansion guards.
There were still people guarding the upper steps to intercept them. These bald men had extraordinary martial arts skills. When he finished climbing the steps and reached the flat area, everyone around him was dead.
What he has been reciting is the secret book of Vajra Finger.