Li Muchan smiled and said, "Senior Jiang is also good at swordsmanship."
"Are you a disciple of Longshan Sect?" Jiang Cheng hummed in a deep voice.
Li Muchan smiled and said nothing, while Zhou Huairen laughed loudly: "Old Jiang, you are here too! ... Xiao Li is from our Longshan Sect!"
Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "You Longshan Sect is overbearing. If you want to marry a disciple of Longshan Sect and join the sect, Mr. Li should also join, right?"
"Nonsense!" Zhou Huairen hurriedly snorted: "That's for ordinary disciples. Xiao Li is different. He doesn't have to join us. But it doesn't matter whether he is a disciple of the sect or not. He can ignore us if we have something to do?"
"Okay!" Jiang Cheng nodded slowly and looked at Li Muchan with squinted eyes: "A hero comes from a young age, I admire him very much!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Thank you, Senior Jiang."
This sword attack almost crippled his right hand, and it was difficult to recover from it. The slightest difference in swordsmanship was a thousand miles away. This small difference made his swordsmanship also fall far behind, making it far worse than before.
He is always tolerant to those who offend him and doesn't bother to care. But when he offends his own woman, he always repays tenfold. There is already murderous intention in his heart. It is precisely because of his murderous intention that he can speak well, be gentle and polite.
He's polite, but doesn't seem to have any temper at all.
Jiang Cheng sighed: "Brother Zhou, Brother Yang, we are really old!"
"Old Jiang, we are not old, you are!" Zhou Huairen smiled proudly: "Hey, you Linhai Pavilion should be more honest in the future, otherwise, we will not be polite!"
Jiang Cheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, then turned to Li Muchan. He looked at him and nodded: "It's so rare that you are so young. What a pity!... Your sword is very ordinary, and the Longshan Sect is too stingy. Although my sword is not a divine sword,
It’s considered top quality, I hope you won’t disgrace it!”
He slowly untied the sword from his waist with his left hand. His sword was indeed a rare sword. Although it was not as rare as the Yingxue Sword that Li Muchan got, it was still rare.
The Yingxue Sword is He Zudao's sword. He couldn't carry it with him when he transformed into Li Guanhai. What he wears now is just an ordinary Qingfeng sword.
Li Muchan hurriedly waved his hand: "Thank you, Senior Jiang, for your kindness!"
"That's it, who doesn't have a sword!" Zhou Huairen hurriedly snorted: "Younger named Jiang, don't be hypocritical. Don't worry. We won't kill you!"
Jiang Cheng ignored him, held up the sword and handed it to him. He smiled and said, "Take it. Although I don't have many swords, I still have two!"
Yang Yesi said in a deep voice: "It's rare for him to be generous. Guanhai, just keep it!"
Li Muchan nodded helplessly: "That's fine!"
He slowly stretched out his hand, "Hi!" There was a flash of lightning, and Li Muchan advanced instead of retreating. His shoulder was pierced by a long sword. A palm was printed on Jiang Cheng's chest.
"Bang!" Jiang Cheng flew two feet away, hit the wall hard and slowly slid down.
Li Muchan had a sword stuck on his right shoulder and his face was solemn.
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"This...?" Zhou Huairen was stunned.
Yang Yesi's eyes flashed with cold light, and he looked at Li Muchan. Then he looked at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng was vomiting blood in his mouth, his body was trembling, and he saw more air coming out and less air coming in.
He hurriedly stepped forward to Jiang Cheng, took out the jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and pressed it into his mouth, but blood rushed out.
Jiang Cheng shook his head and showed a wry smile. Then he kicked his legs and remained motionless. His eyes were still open and lifeless.
"Alas..." Yang Yesi stood up with a bitter smile and turned to look at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan clicked a few fingers on his right shoulder, slowly pulled out his sword, and looked up at him: "Senior Yang, Senior Zhou, have I gotten into trouble?"
"Alas... it's a catastrophic disaster!" Yang Yesi sighed.
Zhou Huairen said bitterly: "What are you afraid of? There is only Mr. Jiang in Linhai Pavilion. If you die, you will be wiped out. Well done, Guanhai!"
Li Muchan nodded gratefully to Zhou Huairen, knowing that he was trying to comfort him by killing Jiang Cheng with one palm, thus stabbing a hornet's nest.
He said in a deep voice: "Senior Zhou, Senior Yang, you take the first step, I will meet the masters of Linhai Pavilion!"
"Boy, you underestimate us!" Zhou Huairen said angrily.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Senior Zhou and Senior Yang, the two seniors have different identities. Once they start a fight with Linhai Pavilion, they will start a war between the two sects. Even if they can win Linhai Pavilion, others will take advantage of them, and the gain will not be worth the loss.
,...Besides, there is Biyun in the sect. Once a war breaks out, Biyun will be too dangerous...I will take care of things here and get away if I lose."
"Can you take it off?" Zhou Huairen frowned and said, "Linhai Pavilion still has a few brushes. Maybe they are not as good as Jiang Cheng. They are not even close to him. You can't withstand their siege!"
He has a bad temper and looks clueless, but he is not a fool. He knows what will happen to a person facing Linhai Pavilion, just like a small boat facing the sea.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "If you can't fight, just run away. I have the secret technique of escaping. Senior, don't worry!"
"The secret of escaping?" Zhou Huairen looked at him curiously.
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "I can activate my potential and double my skill."
"Oh, it's good if you have this secret skill." Zhou Huairen breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Mu's Zen practice is top-notch. He has doubled it again. He really has no rivals. If he wants to escape, there is great hope. He turned to look at Yang Yesi.
Yang Yesi was silent.
Li Muchan said: "You two seniors should leave quickly. This matter is not a big deal. Once I hide in the mountains, there is nothing they can do!"
"...That's fine." Yang Yesi said solemnly.
"Fourth...?" Zhou Huairen looked at him hesitantly.
Yang Yesi said: "Let's watch the sea in the dark and in the light. Lao San and I are near you. If you really can't stop us and can't escape, send a signal!"
As he spoke, he took out a bamboo tube from his arms and handed it to Li Muchan.
Li Muchan took it and said with a smile: "Okay, the two seniors will leave first, I will leave later!"
"Okay." Yang Yesi is decisive. Once he has decided, he will not hesitate.
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Zhou Huairen worriedly warned: "Boy, if you really can't stand it, send a signal. Don't hold on, I don't want to be complained by that little girl Biyun!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, and Yang Yesi said angrily: "Let's go, it's not my mother-in-law's. It's not a separation of life and death!"
Zhou Huairen glared at him: "How can it be so easy for one person to deal with Linhai Pavilion! What if something happens... Guanhai, do you have anything to say to Biyun girl?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Senior Zhou, it doesn't matter to me!"
Yang Yesi snatched Zhou Huairen away and floated away from the back window so quietly that almost no one could notice.
Li Muchan came to Jiang Cheng. He slowly leaned over and took out the things in his arms. He was suddenly startled to find a booklet inside.
The cover of the booklet was blank. He stood up and sat down at the table, putting away the sword at the same time.
For a swordsman, the sword is life. It is integrated with oneself. If you can't change the sword, you can never change the sword. The slightest difference in the time difference between using the sword can make a huge difference. There may be a slight error, but the result is completely different. The sword must be as familiar as the body, and it must be changed rashly.
A sword can do bad things.
Li Muchan's sword use is different. He is not a pure swordsman. The sword is not life but a weapon. He has a strong spirit and superhuman senses. Once a sword arrives, he can use his fingers like an arm and is as familiar as his body.
When he turned to the second page, Li Muchan smiled. The above paragraph discussed the art of swordsmanship, which was profound and ancient. He slowly played with it word by word, immersing himself in it and repeating it.
Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and kendo, these three are thoroughly discussed above, and it talks about the method of entering the Tao with the sword. The sword is the god, the god is the sword, and the visible sword and the invisible sword are combined.
There are only more than a hundred words, but Li Muchan read it for a long time, hitting the table from time to time and praising it, it is really superb, he explained the sword thoroughly and clearly, pointing directly to the great road.
Li Mu's Zen practice of Buddhism also involves Taoism, but the inheritance of Taoism is more mysterious. Without the guidance of a master, it is absolutely impossible to achieve self-enlightenment, which is different from Buddhism.
He dabbled in Taoism, and some of the mental methods are Taoist mental methods. After listening to this wonderful theory of swordsmanship, he felt his mind was clear, and all the doubts disappeared at once, like the bright moon appearing in the heart of the sky.
He closed his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and nodded slowly. His understanding of the way of swordsmanship went to a higher level. No wonder Jiang Cheng had such swordsmanship.
He thought for a while and then scrolled down, revealing a few sword skills.
These sword techniques are similar to the sword techniques he passed on to Wu Jingyi. They are all simple moves, but the ones with great effects are even better than his own.
There are eight styles of swordsmanship in total. The person who created the swordsmanship at the beginning had a better understanding of the swordsmanship than myself. It was truly extraordinary!
He slowly looked at the eight sword techniques and integrated them into his mind one by one. When he learned sword techniques now, he did not need to learn the original moves, he only needed to learn the sword intention.
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"Ancestor! Ancestor!" A slight call came from downstairs, awakening Li Muchan.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled, and said loudly: "Come up here!"
Footsteps sounded, and two young men came up. They were handsome and heroic, somewhat like Huang Zongqi.
Li Muchan secretly thought that the temperaments of these Linhai Pavilion disciples were similar. It seemed that it was due to their mental state. The technique that could change their temperament was anything but ordinary.
The two of them stared at Li Muchan warily, then slowly stepped forward, and suddenly saw Jiang Cheng lying under the wall.
"Ancestor!" The two of them were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward.
As soon as they helped Jiang Cheng, they realized that he was no longer breathing. Their bodies suddenly became cold, their minds went blank, and they didn't know what to do.
After a long while, the two of them came back to their senses and turned to glare at Li Muchan.
"You...you killed the ancestor?!" the short young man asked in a deep voice.
Li Muchan smiled: "Yes, it's me."
"You...you...!" The short young man's face was gloomy, and the other young man snorted: "Nonsense, you can kill the ancestor?!"
"That's right!" The short young man reacted immediately, holding back his anger and said angrily: "It must be those two old men! ... Where are they?"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Senior Jiang has good swordsmanship, but his character is too bad. He plotted against me, so I accidentally killed him!"
"Wait!" The short young man turned around and walked away, smashing the window violently. The two of them were out of sight in the blink of an eye. A shout came from afar: "Surround this place!"
Li Muchan smiled, fluttered out of the window, landed on a roof, then floated across the roof and into the distance.
"Stop!" someone shouted, and groups of people flew after him.
Li Muchan was extremely fast and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.
Everyone immediately panicked, and someone shouted loudly: "His qinggong is so good, please ask master, uncle and the others to take action!"
"Send the signal quickly!"
"Bang!" A ball of silver light exploded in the sky, turning into a brilliant white light, like a silver cloud covering the sky, blocking the sunlight.
Then a dozen figures shot over: "What's going on?"
"Uncle Master. Someone fled to the south!"
"It was Senior Brother Yao and Senior Brother Xia who captured him. That man killed Ancestor Jiang!"
"Nonsense!" A middle-aged man in a green shirt snorted coldly: "Who can kill Ancestor Jiang?"
"Senior Brother Yao and Senior Brother Xia said that they went to find the Pavilion Master!"
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Li Muchan was walking smoothly, but suddenly slowed down a bit to prevent them from finding him. After a while, a dozen middle-aged men in blue shirts caught up with him.
"Stop!" a middle-aged man with a square face shouted.
He accelerated suddenly and turned into a shadow. He fell in front of Li Muchan and blocked the road. Li Muchan was walking on an official road. Seeing this, pedestrians coming and going did not dare to watch the excitement and hurriedly walked away from him.
Li Muchan stopped and looked at the fourteen middle-aged people with a smile: "What are you doing for me?"
"Did you kill Ancestor Jiang?" the square-faced middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice.
Li Muchan laughed and nodded slowly.
He sighed secretly. Linhai Pavilion's move was very good, it cleared the water. Youtiao could be seen at a glance. On the official road coming and going, he could recognize himself, not because of anything else, but because he had the aura of a warrior.
If he deliberately concealed himself, he would be able to do it so seamlessly that they would not be able to recognize him, but if he deliberately exposed himself, they would see it right away.
"It's really you?!" The square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "With your ability, can you kill Ancestor Jiang?"
Li Muchan glanced at everyone proudly: "You all come together!"
"What an arrogant boy!" A slightly younger middle-aged man drew his sword and stabbed him: "You want to kill Ancestor Jiang. You are really bragging. You should die!"
The sword light turned into a white light and sailed in front of Li Muchan, showing off his extremely sharp swordsmanship.
Li Muchan's waist flashed, and the next moment the sword tip pierced the middle-aged man's right shoulder. Then the sword light disappeared. Li Muchan's right hand left the hilt of the sword and said with a smile: "How?"
"You...you..." The middle-aged man covered his shoulders. Someone next to him stepped forward to tap on the acupuncture points, then took out medicine and sprinkled it on the wound to help stop the bleeding.
Everyone looked gloomy and stared at Li Muchan, the atmosphere was depressing.
None of them could clearly see how Li Muchan's sword was thrust out just now. They only felt that in a flash before their eyes, they had already stabbed Junior Brother Mo.
They secretly thought that Junior Brother Mo was the youngest and had the best swordsmanship. He could often paralyze his opponent with his attacks, but this time he failed, and it would be even worse for them.
Li Muchan said: "Stand back, Senior Jiang is your top master in Linhai Pavilion, right? He can't stop me, let alone you?"
Jiang Cheng was killed because of Liu Biyun. Li Muchan had no murderous intention towards them and did not bother to kill them.
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"Brothers, let's all come together!" Junior Brother Mo covered his right shoulder and said in a deep voice: "His sword was too fast, and everyone focused on self-protection, so we slowly crushed him!"
"Listen to Junior Brother Mo!" the square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
Everyone drew their swords, each waving them forward step by step, slowly squeezing towards Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
"Ding ding ding ding..." He waved his sword and several swords flew out immediately. The owner of the sword covered his wrist and stared at him in surprise.
Li Muchan said: "If you are still ignorant, don't blame me for being ruthless. I only have a grudge against Senior Jiang. Every grievance has its own debtor, so you'd better stand down!"
After saying this, he floated out of the crowd and disappeared.
Everyone stared at his back, their faces ugly but speechless.
They were in a daze when three old men in Geyi suddenly flew over and said in a deep voice: "Where are the people?!"
Junior Brother Mo endured the pain, cupped his fists and saluted: "Three masters, we didn't stop them, they already ran away!"
"Run away!?" The faces of the three old men in Ge Yi were so gloomy that they could drip with water.
Junior Brother Mo made a sad face and said helplessly: "Master Lin, this man's swordsmanship is so powerful, even if we worked together we couldn't block a single move from him!"
"Where are you going?" an old man groaned.
"Go south." Junior Brother Mo pointed in the direction where Li Muchan disappeared.
The three old men turned around and walked away, disappearing in front of everyone like ghosts. The oppressive atmosphere dissipated instantly, and some people breathed a sigh of relief: "Junior brother Mo, can the three masters control that guy?"
Junior Brother Mo shook his head and looked unhappy.
"Then what should we do?" someone sighed.
They did not doubt what Junior Brother Mo said. Although the three elders were all mysterious, they were still a generation behind Ancestor Jiang. The three of them might not be able to defeat Ancestor Jiang together.
That young man even killed Ancestor Jiang. Can the three masters stop him? They have no confidence.
Just as they were talking, three more old men in Ge Yi arrived. Junior Brother Mo didn't say anything and pointed southward: "Master Lin and the others are chasing after them!"
After this group, two more groups followed, a total of twelve old men in Ge Yi.
Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a scene before. Twelve masters and fellow masters were dispatched. It seemed that this guy was really powerful!
"Junior Brother Mo, is it okay this time?" someone asked.
Junior Brother Mo nodded slowly: "Twelve masters attack at the same time, and it will be difficult for him to fly without wings!"
"I have to kill him this time!" Someone said bitterly: "Ancestor Jiang dares to move, he is really looking for death!"
Everyone was silent and a little worried.
The existence of Ancestor Jiang is like a towering tree. Now that the tree falls, what will happen to Linhai Pavilion? What will happen to them?
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Li Muchan walked carelessly, not caring about stirring up such a big hornet's nest. Jiang Cheng should be the most powerful person in Linhai Pavilion. Once he dies, the others will be insignificant, as long as they are not entangled by them.
Moreover, he has the ability to teleport. As long as he wants to escape, no one can stop him. The only person related to Li Guanhai is Liu Biyun, and Liu Biyun is in the Longshan Sect, so there is nothing they can do to retaliate.
He suddenly frowned. It is hard to say that the Longshan Sect has not sneaked into the Linhai Pavilion disciples. If there is a conspiracy..., we must be on guard!
It would be beneficial to kill Jiang Cheng, as it would deter the Longshan Sect and prevent them from pushing themselves too far.
He speeded up while thinking, gradually leaving behind Zhou Huairen and Yang Yesi, and headed towards Longshan Sect. It took him only two days to reach the place.
Without being informed, he floated directly up from the cliff of the back mountain and arrived at Liu Biyun's courtyard.
The early morning sunshine filled the small courtyard, and Liu Biyun and Wu Jingyi were practicing sword practice. The two of them were going fast and slow, and the light of their swords was shining in a lively manner.
Li Muchan suddenly appeared, Liu Biyun sensed it, turned around and looked over, and was immediately overjoyed: "Brother!"
Wu Jingyi sheathed her sword and obediently stepped forward to salute: "Brother Li, you are back!"
Li Muchan smiled: "Swordsmanship has improved!"
When she mentioned swordsmanship, Wu Jingyi's eyes suddenly lit up and she smiled broadly: "Brother Li, your swordsmanship is so powerful, it's really..."
Liu Biyun hurriedly took the lead: "Okay, Junior Sister Wu, we have practiced here today, and we will continue tomorrow!"
"Senior Sister Liu——!" Wu Jingyi said coquettishly.
Liu Biyun waved her hands hurriedly: "Otherwise I won't practice with you!"
"...Oh, okay!" Wu Jingyi nodded helplessly.
She became obsessed with practicing swordsmanship, and found that practicing with others was better than practicing hard on her own. Liu Biyun was so good at swordsmanship that a day of sparring between the two of them was worth several days of hard training for her, so she pestered Liu Biyun to practice together these days.
Sword.(To be continued)
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