Just as he was comforting them with a smile, Xiao Yuan came again and said that the third girl was invited.
Li Muchan followed Xiao Yuan to the small building where Mei Songwan was.
The small building is located in the northeast corner of the lake. The pavilion is surrounded by a flower garden. It is still quiet and filled with the fragrance of flowers. It is really a paradise.
When he arrived, Mei Songwan was sitting in a small pavilion in the middle of the flower garden, holding a book in her left hand and pressing the strings with her right hand, plucking it from time to time.
She was dressed in a snow-white robe, matching her snow-white skin, like a fairy who could not eat the fireworks of the world. Four white silk ribbons hung around the pavilion, swaying in the wind, like mist and smoke.
Xiaoyuan led him here, smiled, turned and left.
Li Muchan stood outside the gate and waited for a while. He saw Mei Songwan unconscious, reading and playing the piano, enjoying herself.
He coughed lightly, the sound of the piano stopped, and Mei Songwan turned around.
Seeing it was Li Muchan, she smiled, stood up, and waved: "Master Zhanran, please come in."
Li Muchan bowed slightly, pushed open the fence door, followed the path among the flowers, and came to the small pavilion. He smiled and said, "Third Miss, there is a disturbance."
Looking closely, Mei Songwan's face is like a piece of white jade, her arched eyebrows and starry eyes are delicate and gentle, and her black eyebrows are shrouded in a cold aura.
She pursed her lips and smiled softly: "I invited you here, you're welcome,...please sit down."
She poured the tea herself and handed it over with a cup. Her hands were as pure as jade, without a single flaw. She looked very beautiful at first glance, but the more she looked at it, the more gentle and graceful she felt. Like tea or wine, it needs to be savored carefully.
Li Muchan took it, put it on the table, titheted it, and said: "Third Miss, thank you very much!"
This thank you was sudden and vague, because it was because of the Dharma of sacrificing oneself.
Mei Songwan smiled: "It's useless for me to keep it, so I'll just give it to you. Just don't let anyone else know."
"Yes." Li Muchan nodded.
He wondered, since she didn't know martial arts, why did the fourth son of the Wang family give him this set of movements?
Mei Songwan's starry eyes were dim and she said calmly: "I haven't seen grandpa for a long time..., this time you want to congratulate grandpa on his birthday and send me a letter."
Only then did Li Muchan realize that Mr. Tiannan Lu was actually Mei Songwan's grandfather.
"Yes." He nodded.
Mei Songwan took out a letter from her sleeve and put it on the table, and Li Muchan put it in his arms.
Mei Songwan smiled and said: "Grandpa believes in Buddhism and is a layman at home. Please stay a little longer and teach grandpa about Buddhism."
Li Muchan nodded slowly, sighing secretly in his heart, if he was still alive, there would be no harm in staying a little longer.
"Wait a moment, I'll get something." She said, stood up Yingying, curled like a willow, and disappeared into the small building.
When she came back after a while, she brought a long red wooden box, one meter long and two feet wide. She put it on the table and opened it, revealing two white jade Buddha statues.
Both are Maitreya Buddhas, with round bellies and open mouths laughing.
Under the Buddha statue was a piece of plain silk, with faint golden characters on it. It was beautiful and tall. Li Muchan took a look at it and recognized it as the Diamond Sutra.
Mei Songwan pointed at it: "Thank you, Master,...if Master can't go, there's no need to force it, you can just find someone to help send it there."
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, closed the wooden box, and left with it.
Hailing City is located at the junction of Haidong Province and Tiannan Province. It is an inevitable gateway and is extremely prosperous.
Feixian Tower is a large restaurant at the south gate of Hailing City. It is three stories high and towers into the sky. It can almost catch the clouds and moon. It is very majestic.
Just as the lanterns were starting to go up, a monk suddenly came to Feixian Tower. He was wearing gray robes, with two swords crossed behind his back. He held a red wooden box in his right hand and plucked Buddhist beads with his left hand as he walked up slowly.
He has a slim build, medium height, and a long face. He has an ordinary appearance, but his complexion is as warm as jade, with a radiant inner glow, and an air of ethereal aura.
Seeing his temperament, the greeter did not dare to neglect him and hurriedly moved him to the second floor and found a window seat.
At this time, the dusk was deep, the city was just starting to get lively, and there were not many people in the restaurant.
He is Li Muchan.
After bidding farewell to Meifu, after half a month's work, we finally left Haidong and arrived at the Tiannan Gate.
Along the way, he acted chivalrously and did good deeds. He picked up several dens of big thieves and soon became famous. The name of the two-sword monk Zhanran spread throughout the world.
I ordered a few random dishes and looked around.
There are only about ten tables in the hall, and there are four martial arts people sitting at the west table. They are eating food, drinking happily, talking and laughing wantonly, covering up the surrounding sounds.
There were also martial arts figures at the other tables, but they were much more low-key and not as conspicuous as these four people.
The four men took out their long knives from their sheaths and placed them on the table. They were shining brightly and coldly under the light, but their faces were red and they were grinning non-stop.
"Haha... Boss, you have heard, right? There is a monk named Zhanran, the dual-sword monk, who has appeared recently. He kills people without batting an eye. He seems to be a monk from Landa Temple."
"Not from Landa Temple!" The middle-aged man sitting in the north shook his head.
His demeanor was calm, his eyes were filled with cold lightning, and his cultivation was profound.
"Isn't he really from Landuo Temple?" A red-faced man tilted his head and asked, sighing: "I heard that this monk is extremely powerful, has amazing swordsmanship, and is unstoppable."
The middle-aged man in the north nodded: "I'm not from Landuo Temple,...the monks of Landuo Temple rarely use swords, but mostly use fingering, palm, or boxing techniques."
"So, you really are not from Landuo Temple." The red-faced man nodded and said with a smile: "Boss, why do the monks of Landuo Temple not use swords?"
"Don't bother using a sword." The middle-aged man said calmly, with a slight curl of his lips: "You don't have to use a sword, it's enough to defeat all the invincible opponents in the world."
"What a loud tone!" The other three sneered.
The middle-aged man said calmly: "The monks of Landuo Temple are indeed amazingly skilled. If you encounter them, run as far as you can, and never fight."
"Boss, the monks of Landuo Temple are really so powerful... we can't resist even one move?" The red-faced man was a little dissatisfied.
The middle-aged man nodded lightly and said: "Once the Diamond Finger comes out, none of you can escape!"
When they heard Vajra Finger, the three of them curled their lips, but said no more.
Everyone in the world knows the power of the Vajra Finger. Its power is colorless and invisible, making it impossible to guard against. They consider themselves no rival.
The four of them were silent for a long time. After a few drinks, they soon became active again.
"Boss, tell me, who are these two swords, Monk Zhanran?" The red-faced man let out a wine burp and asked with a smile.
"I don't know, this person's origin is mysterious." The middle-aged man shook his head with an indifferent expression.
Another middle-aged man in gray mused: "He is not from the Seven Great Sects, he is not from Landuo Temple, both Sheng Xuefeng and Canghai Sword Sect are women, Penglai Pavilion is a Taoist priest, it is impossible...Nangong Family? Not like that!...
…Falling Sky Island or Changbai Sword Sect?”
"Maybe not." The middle-aged man said calmly.
The red-faced man opened his eyes forcefully: "Could it be that he is from one of the eight aristocratic families?"
The middle-aged man put down the silver cup and waved his hand: "Forget it, it's useless to say this, let's just not touch it."
The red-faced man giggled: "Hehe, boss, I wish I could meet him! ... I would like to see how powerful this double-sword monk is!"
"You're drunk!" The middle-aged man frowned and said solemnly: "It's better to do less than to do more. He destroyed seven fortresses in a row, so his skills are not bad!"
"Hey, it's just spreading rumors, it's really not true!" The red-faced man waved his hand with disdain.
"Say less and don't cause trouble!" the middle-aged man said solemnly.
The middle-aged man in gray clothes hurriedly stepped forward to cover the red-faced man's mouth, and whispered: "Fourth, drink, drink, don't talk!"
The red-faced man struggled for a few times, and finally his mouth was free. He took a long breath and said, "Okay, I won't say it. Anyway, I think this Zhan Ran deserves his reputation!"
Li Muchan smiled slightly and shook his head, just as the waiter brought the dishes.
He passed a table on the west side, and unexpectedly a leg suddenly stretched out. He fell down and the plate on the wooden plate flew out.
Li Muchan stretched out his hand to copy, and four plates flew onto the table one after another, holding them firmly without any water spilling.
The waiter fell to the ground and quickly got up. He quickly picked up the wooden plate and apologized profusely.
"Damn, where are you looking at!" The red-faced man kicked the waiter and cursed, "You bitch!"
The waiter was kicked on the buttocks, looking like a dog chewing mud. He was very embarrassed. He quickly got up and kept apologizing.
He knew the tempers of these martial arts elites, and he must not talk back at this time. If one of them was bad, he could be killed with one knife.
"Come here and lick uncle's shoes clean!" The red-faced man pointed to his right foot.
He just stretched out his legs, and four plates flew out, and a few drops of vegetable soup splashed out and landed on his feet.
The other three men looked at the waiter coldly.
The waiter grimaced and stood there motionless, pretending not to hear.
"You bitch, didn't you hear what the uncle said?!" the red-faced man shouted angrily, like a thunder in the air, and the wine jar and wine pot kept ringing.
The waiter apologized with a grimace, but did not step forward.
The red-faced man suddenly stood up, walked up to him in a few steps, and slapped him in the face with his hand.
"Hmm——!?" His hand suddenly stopped in the air, and when he turned around to look, he saw a monk grabbing his wrist and looking at him lightly.
Li Muchan was just watching the excitement. If his life was not involved, he would not care. If he suffered some humiliation, as long as his life was not at stake, he did not want to care.
Mortal people are like iron, and the world is a furnace. Everyone is tempered in this whirling world. Everyone has their own fate. Maybe a moment of humiliation can actually create a character.
"What are you doing?!" The red-faced man glared and shouted in a low voice: "Mind your own business and be careful with your own life!"
Li Muchan frowned and said calmly: "Your mouth has caused you a lot of trouble, hasn't it?"
"It's up to you?!" The red-faced man was disdainful and shouted angrily, "Let me go!"
Li Muchan shook his head, smiled, and flicked his hand, and the big man immediately flew out.
"Bang" he hit the vermilion pillar, slid down softly, and sat on the ground, unable to move.
The restaurant seemed to be shaking a bit.
The three big men stood up abruptly. They were smiling at first, but now their expressions suddenly changed. They held single swords in hand and surrounded Li Muchan.
The middle-aged man in gray clothes pointed his sword at Li Muchan and said coldly: "This monk, stop minding your own business, recite your sutras, and cultivate your Buddhahood!"
Li Muchan sighed: "When there is injustice on the road, someone has to take care of it. He has made too much trouble."
The middle-aged man in gray snorted coldly: "If you can't pass, what's your business!... You are having trouble with our brothers, so please give me some advice!"
After that, the three of them swung their swords together, and the swords were as bright as practice.
Li Muchan stretched out his right hand, and with a "clang" sound, the dark long sword was in his hand, drawing an arc and slashing towards the three silver swords.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The three of them swung their swords and took a step back.
The middle-aged man frowned and said coldly: "Your Excellency, is the dual-sword monk Zhanran?"
"Yes, I am Zhanran." Li Muchan nodded, pointed his sword, and said calmly: "No wonder you are so unscrupulous, you have some skill."
His sword contains so much power that ordinary masters cannot hold the sword at all.
However, these three people just waved and did not release their swords. They were obviously not mediocre.
The three of them looked at each other, and the middle-aged man frowned and said solemnly: "In that case, let's see the skills of the dual-sword monk, and I won't offend you!"
After saying that, he drew his sword and a ball of silver light rushed towards Li Muchan.
The other two used their knives in unison, and there were two more masses of cold light, attacking from three sides, as if they were going to mince Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled faintly, and there were sword lights in front of him. The peaks and mountains, like mountains and walls, blocked three groups of silver light, but he heard "ding ding ding ding..."
The crunching sound was endless, like rain hitting plantains, and people at more than a dozen tables around turned around to watch the fun with great interest.
The dual-sword monk Zhan Ran has become extremely famous these days and is a rare master among the younger generation.
Li Muchan shook his head. His swordsmanship suddenly changed, from brilliant to dull, and his moves were mediocre.
The three of them complained secretly, feeling their hands and feet tied up. The three groups of silver light slowly became smaller, as if the oil lamp had lost its light and the flame gradually became smaller and weaker.
Every move of Li Muchan's sword suppressed their majesty, like a mountain pressing down. Little by little, calmly, the three people's fighting spirit became weaker and weaker.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Three single-handed knives flew out and were nailed to the vermilion pillar, almost hitting the unconscious red-faced man.
The three of them stood stunned with empty hands.
Li Muchan returned his long sword to its sheath and said with a chuckle: "I still have to keep my tail between my legs to be a human being, but you guys, with your little three-legged cat skills, still run rampant and domineering, you really don't know what the heavens and the earth are!"
The three of them had livid faces and remained silent.
The three of them were all middle-aged, but they were taught such a lesson by the young Li Muchan. Instead of being grateful for Li Muchan's mercy, they were very angry.
"Pick up the knife and leave." Li Muchan waved his hand, turned around and sat down.
The three of them looked at each other, stepped forward, pulled out their knives, held up the red-faced man, and left without saying a word.
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled, not even bothering to ask their names.
"Haha, what a double-sword monk Zhanran, he really has a lot of talent!" A loud laugh suddenly sounded, and the people around him turned their heads to look at him as their blood surged.
There were two people standing at the top of the stairs, a skinny old man and a burly middle-aged man with honest faces.
Li Muchan frowned: "Who do you respect?"
A middle-aged man stepped forward, stood in front of him, and said with a simple smile: "Helian's guest, Ding Sheng!"