Li Muchan has always been surprised that Qiao Zaixian is not the strongest in martial arts, but he is courageous, courageous and fearless. Even if he encounters Luo Jiangyan looking for trouble, he still smiles.
This Senior Sister Cheng made him change his expression, which showed how powerful she was. What was so powerful about? It was definitely not martial arts. It was only when they arrived at the Yingfeng Building in the small town below that Li Muchan understood the reason.
Three tables were put together to form a circle, then large bowls were placed, several large jars of wine were ordered, and the petite girl began to toast. She smiled sweetly and her mouth was as sweet as honey. There was a senior brother on the left and a senior brother on the right. Even facing Li Muchan
, and the little junior brother’s shouting was so affectionate that it melted my heart.
Under her smile and sweet words, no one could resist her invitation to drink. In a short time, ten jars of strong liquor were poured into everyone's stomach, and ten more jars were called.
Li Muchan was persuaded to drink sixteen bowls, and Qiao Zaixian and Lin Beihai drank more than ten bowls. The girls took turns to persuade them to drink, and they all smiled coquettishly. There was no sign of hostility at all, but they were enjoying themselves.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly, Senior Sister Cheng was drinking too much, Qiao Zaixian and Lin Beihai were both drunk, but Senior Sister Cheng's expression remained unchanged, as if she had drank ten bowls of water. Even after drinking ten bowls of water, her stomach couldn't bear it, so she mixed the wine with her
When she looked at her belly, it seemed logical that it wouldn't be able to hold so much wine, but her face remained calm and she smiled sweetly.
I have already agreed in advance that you are not allowed to use internal force to force alcohol, otherwise it will be too boring. You must rely on your true ability to resist alcohol. You will get drunk when you are drunk, and you cannot use tricks.
When the ten altars went down, Qiao Zaixian and the others became drunk for a while, but they stopped resisting. They drank as soon as Senior Sister Cheng persuaded them, but those who came did not persuade them.
In the blink of an eye, ten more altars went down, and everyone in Qiao Zaixian was not spared. They all fell drunk on the table. Only two people were sitting upright as usual, Li Muchan and Senior Sister Cheng.
Li Muchan already knew that her name was Cheng Fuxue, she was eighteen years old, she was very popular, she looked beautiful, but she had a heroic demeanor, especially when she drank, she was better than men.
Cheng Fuxue drank another bowl of wine, put the bowl down again, looked at Li Muchan, and said with a sweet smile: "Junior brother Li, you have a good capacity for drinking!" Her cheeks were flushed, she was very pretty, and her bright eyes were filled with clear waves.
Li Muchan also drank it all in one gulp, put down the bowl gently, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Cheng, I'm almost drunk."
"Humph, if you can say this, you must be fine!" Cheng Fuxue waved her hand, lifted the wine jar and filled it up for herself and Li Muchan, with a bold movement, spilling a lot of wine.
Li Muchan said: "Senior Sister Cheng has a great capacity for drinking. She really cannot be judged by her appearance!"
"Do you think I have a small capacity for drinking?!" Cheng Fuxue put the big bowl to her mouth and looked at him sideways and hummed.
Li Muchan nodded and said frankly: "That's true."
After Cheng Fuxue finished the drink, she tilted her head and looked at him: "Junior Brother Li, how did you realize the Dawn Gong? I've also tried it. I'm so confused!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Sister, if you didn't practice the morning glow technique, you really couldn't find a clue. But if you practice the morning glow technique, you won't be like this."
"You men have practiced very well with me!" Cheng Fuxue waved her little hand and said: "However, no matter how powerful the Dawn Gong is, it cannot be compared to the Yingyue Gong. Brothers and sisters, please don't try to stand up!"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and nodded slowly.
Cheng Fuxue smiled and said: "But, there is always hope, and the junior brothers will not give up halfway again."
Li Muchan nodded slowly. He knew that some of the male disciples of Zishang Palace could not bear it and gave up their cultivation and went down the mountain. They were either cultivating in the world or becoming disciples outside the mountain. Many of them had good qualifications. Qiao Zaixian and
Lin Beihai felt emotional and regretful when he mentioned it...
While the two were talking, four middle-aged men walked in from the third floor, wearing black shirts and gloomy faces. They glanced at Li Muchan and the others coldly. Seeing that they were alone, they didn't care and sat around a table by the window.
Cheng Fuxue was facing away from them, but Li Muchan could clearly see that these four people were full of evil spirits and had no less than ten lives on their hands.
Cheng Fuxue felt something strange, turned her head and glanced at it, then didn't care anymore.
The four middle-aged men leaned forward, their heads almost touching each other, and gathered around to talk in low voices, but Li Muchan and Cheng Fuxue stopped talking.
Originally, they were the only ones on the third floor, with no other guests. Now that someone was here, they couldn't speak too casually. Zishang Palace has always been mysterious and didn't want outsiders to know.
Li Muchan squinted at them and whispered, "Sister Cheng, let's eat and drink enough and go back to the mountain."
"Okay, go back to the mountain."
Cheng Fuxue nodded with a smile: "This is a really enjoyable meal. Next time we won't look for them, just the two of us will drink!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Okay, I will definitely accompany you!"
The two of them wanted to wake up Qiao Zaixian and the others. Four middle-aged people stood up, and a round-faced and burly young man asked, "Are you two disciples of Zishang Palace?"
Cheng Fuxue stood up, turned to look at them, looked up and down, and laughed a little drunkenly: "Yes, we are disciples of Zishang Palace!"
"Very good!" The round-faced, burly young man grinned and waved his hands.
"I..." Four cold knives came out of their sheaths and struck at Cheng Fuxue and Li Muchan as fast as lightning.
Li Muchan frowned, drew his sword out of the saddle, and blocked it for Cheng Fuxue. After all, Cheng Fuxue was a bit drunk, and her brain could react, but her body couldn't keep up.
Seeing the knife approaching her body, she broke out in a cold sweat. Her alcoholism dissipated and a long sword was placed in front of her, blocking the two knives.
Li Muchan swung his sword and stabbed quickly, and said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, I will deal with them, you wake up senior brother and sister!"
Cheng Fuxue readily agreed and slapped the girl in yellow shirt next to her: "Junior sister Hu, wake up!"
The girl in the yellow shirt twisted around and pushed her hand away. Cheng Fuxue hurriedly shouted: "Junior Sister Hu, an enemy is coming to your door. Wake up quickly!"
Junior Sister Hu sat upright for a moment, her hazy eyes sparkled, her apricot-yellow shirt suddenly bulged, and then the aroma of wine overflowed, and her eyes returned to clarity.
"Is it them?!" She turned to look at Cheng Fuxue with wide eyes.
Cheng Fuxue was looking blankly at Li Muchan and the four people, and was shocked by the scene in front of her. Li Muchan's sword was like lightning, attacking the four people like a violent storm, forcing the four people to retreat step by step.
The scene in front of her was completely different from what she had expected. It was a far cry from what she had expected.
…
Li Muchan said in a deep voice: "Senior Sister Cheng! Senior Sister Hu!"
He spoke without delay and swung his sword. The light of the sword became colder and brighter, striking at the four people like bolts of lightning. Only the cold light in the sky could be seen, and the sword could not be seen.
Cheng Fuxue turned to look at Hu Xiaoyan: "Junior Sister Hu, capture them!"
"Okay!" Hu Xiaoyan nodded, floated into the sword light, and a piece of sword light spilled out of her hand. She had a slender figure and elegant movements.
The four middle-aged men complained secretly. Li Muchan alone overwhelmed them, and Hu Xiaoyan's swordsmanship looked light and airy, but even more powerful.
"Let's go!" The round-faced, burly middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
He knew that he couldn't do anything. This was the territory of Zishang Palace and he couldn't stay too long. He originally thought he would take advantage of them when they were drunk and weak and kill them to avenge his brothers. But now it seems that he has underestimated them.
In Zishang Palace, an ordinary disciple actually has such powerful swordsmanship.
"The other three middle-aged men responded and backed away slowly.
"Hmph!" Cheng Fuxue sneered, and suddenly stopped the stairs. Li Muchan slowly relaxed, as if the violent attack just now was too fierce, and he needed to take a breath. Hu Xiaoyan's swordsmanship was exquisite, different from his fierceness, elegant and calm, as if
A woman's light clothes.
"Bang!" The round-faced, burly middle-aged man slammed into the window and exploded.
Li Muchan jumped quickly, as fast as a ghost, and caught up with the burly middle-aged man in an instant. The cold light flashed away. He quickly retreated and came behind another middle-aged man, and the cold light flashed again.
"Big brother! Second brother!" The other two middle-aged men shouted. They saw Li Muchan's body was like a ghost and his sword was like lightning. He stabbed their vests and they fell slowly. Cheng Fuxue and Hu Xiaoyan were surprised. They didn't expect Li Muchan's sword skills.
So powerful.
Li Muchan shouted "Hey" and flashed twice like a ghost. Suddenly, the two middle-aged men were hit by swords in the back and slowly fell to the ground, staring at Li Muchan with angry eyes.
Li Muchan leaned his long sword on the ground, his face was pale, his chest was heaving violently, his heavy breathing could be heard clearly, and he slowly lowered his head.
"Junior brother Li?" Cheng Fuxue called softly.
Li Muchan slowly raised his head and said with a forced smile: "Senior Sister Cheng, Senior Sister Hu, if they are not dead, just use two more swords. I can't."
Li Muchan shook his head and gasped: "I have run out of strength and can't move."
"I'll do it!" Hu Xiaoyan said, drew her sword and stabbed four of them in the chest. This time they would definitely die. Her movements were neat and understated.
Li Muchan secretly sighed, this Senior Sister Hu is also a murderer without blinking an eye... The four middle-aged people breathed their last. Li Muchan sat cross-legged on the floor to adjust his breathing. The morning glow sword lying across his knees was not stained with blood, and it was bright and cold.
Fu Xue and Hu Xiaoyan woke everyone up. As soon as their inner strength transformed from the drunkenness, they regained consciousness. Then they saw the scene in front of them: Li Muchan was sitting next to the four corpses, with his sword on his knees, closing his eyes and regulating his breath. Although he was sitting quietly,
They couldn't help but shudder as the cold air came out. The junior brother in front of them suddenly changed into a different person, which was intimidating. Qiao Zaiwen hurriedly asked: "Junior sister Cheng, what's going on?"
"Huh, Brother Qiao, you have the nerve to ask!" Cheng Fuxue said angrily: "We are working hard, but you are fast asleep!" Qiao Zaixian wiped his face and said with a wry smile: "You are so drunk!" These four guys
Who is he?"
"Who knows who they are!" Cheng Fuxue said angrily: "I got crazy and pounced on us as soon as I heard that we were from Zishang Palace."
"It seems they are enemies." Qiao Zaixian said: "We have many enemies in Zishang Palace. Fortunately, junior sister, you are not drunk."
"I don't have any credit!" Cheng Fuxue pointed at Li Muchan: "Junior brother Li killed these four!" I didn't expect that junior brother Li's swordsmanship is so powerful!"
"Junior Brother Li is still learning swordsmanship," Qiao Zaixian said. Cheng Fuxue said, "It's really Zhaoxia Sword Technique!" Senior Brother Qiao, Junior Brother Lin, you can't use these two swords!"
Li Muchan's two swords just now kept replaying in her mind, vividly before her eyes. She suddenly thought that these two swords were the Chasing Wind Sword Style, indeed the Zhaoxia Sword Technique. The ordinary Chasing Wind Sword Style turned out to be like this.
Powerful! She is very familiar with the Zhaoxia Sword Technique. She usually competes with her male disciples. They all use the Zhaoxia Sword Technique. They know themselves and their enemies and can survive a hundred battles. They also worked hard to study the flaws of the Zhaoxia Sword Technique. The sword technique is different from the palm technique and boxing technique.
It can make up for the lack of internal strength, and the Zhaoxia sword technique is also powerful, not inferior to their sword techniques. If the male disciples want to regain their position, there is only one way to practice their sword techniques. In order to maintain their advantage, they must also practice their sword techniques hard.
And is familiar with Zhaoxia swordsmanship.
Li Muchan slowly opened his eyes, smiled at everyone, and sheathed his sword. Hu Xiaoyan kept staring at Li Muchan's sword and suddenly said: "Junior Brother Li, is this the Dawn Sword?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes."
"Be careful with this sword." Hu Xiaoyan said.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "I understand. This sword cannot be sheathed until it sees blood. The evil spirit is very strong."
"It's good that you know." Hu Xiaoyan nodded lightly. Everyone was a little confused and didn't know what was going on. Cheng Fuxue urged everyone to leave first, took the four people away, and found a place to bury them to avoid future troubles...
...This incident did not cause any disturbance. After they returned to the mountain, Cheng Fuxue and Hu Xiaoyan went to Zhaoxia Palace and reported to the palace master Qin Yeqiu. There was no news after that, and Li Muchan ignored it and concentrated on swordsmanship training. He discovered
This Zhaoxia sword technique is indeed exquisite, and when combined with the Zhaoxia technique, it is extremely powerful. However, this sword technique is not perfect. The shortcoming is that it is too advanced. Although it is the most basic one hundred and eight moves, it is still too difficult for ordinary disciples.
, it is difficult to fully understand. Each of these 108 moves is very powerful. The premise is that you can understand its beauty and perform it appropriately, otherwise you will not be able to exert its power.
Li Muchan used a sword technique to kill the four middle-aged men - the Chasing Wind Style. When combined with the Zhaoxia Kung Fu, it was as fast as the wind and as fast as a ghost. The power of this style comes from the depth of cultivation. The deeper the cultivation level, the stronger the power.
, if the cultivation level is low, the power is weak, and there is no trick. Every other style has such power, the key is to use it at the right time. He saw that Qiao Zaixian and the others were not very clever in their sword skills. It is no wonder that they, Li Muchan can understand
The wonderful thing is that he has studied hundreds of schools of swordsmanship and experienced various martial arts. His martial arts cultivation is broad and profound, far beyond the comparison of ordinary people.
Qin Yeqiu comes here every three days to teach him his swordsmanship, but doesn't say a word about what happened that day, as if it never happened, and Li Muchan doesn't ask much about it. She still hasn't let go of her grudge against Li Muchan, as if she has always been wary, and doesn't say a word of nonsense.
He only talked about swordsmanship, and Li Muchan didn't know much about it. He concentrated on practicing swordsmanship. In the evening of that day, Qin Yeqiu finally finished teaching the 108 swordsmanships. He returned the sword to its sheath, looked at him a few times, and shook his head.
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Li Muchan smiled and said, "Senior sister, what's wrong?"
Qin Yeqiu said: "I have finished learning the one hundred and eight sword techniques. You should practice them first. Don't rush to learn the thirty-six techniques."
Li Muchan returned the sword to its sheath and said, "Yes, the 108 moves are exquisite enough."
Qin Yeqiu shook his head: "The one hundred and eight moves are only the basis. They are far worse than the thirty-six moves. There are nine moves that are even more powerful."
Li Muchan pondered for a moment, and Qin Yeqiu said: "Don't hesitate, just say it!"
Li Muchan said: "Senior sister, I think the 108 poses are still too difficult."
"You can't understand?" Qin Yeqiu said calmly: "I heard from Junior Sister Cheng that your swordsmanship is outstanding."
Li Muchan shook his head: "It's just a coincidence!"
Qin Yeqiu glanced at him, but didn't mention it anymore. He said calmly: "I'm going to Qingyue Valley in two days. You can come with me." (To be continued.)
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