She originally wanted Li Muchan to take action with Zhao Jingzong, but Zhao Jingzong seemed frivolous, but he was also cautious and did not rush to take action, letting others take the lead first.
She couldn't change, lest the traces of provocation would be too serious and offend others, especially Elder Zhao.
Meng Guangshan smiled: "Then we need to see it, Junior Brother Li, let's do it!"
Li Muchan cupped his fists and saluted, unsheathed his sword, and solemnly pointed the long sword at Meng Guangshan.
Meng Guangshan chuckled, shook his head and said: "It seems that I have to make the first move. Look at the sword!"
He drew his sword and stepped forward, his body and the sword became one, and he stabbed in front of Li Muchan in an instant, abruptly and swiftly. Li Muchan's sword was slow, he lightly touched it, and then moved back with his long sword.
Meng Guangshan failed to keep up, and the sword flew out of his hand. Li Muchan's sword stuck to Meng Guangshan's sword and made an arc, and was thrown back to the foot of Meng Guangshan.
"Tsk!" The sword plunged into the red mud, leaving only the hilt.
Meng Guangshan had a gloomy face, his fire-like eyes fell from the hilt of the sword on the ground to Li Muchan's face, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
Li Muchan returned the sword to its sheath and clasped his fists: "Senior Brother Meng, I accept it!"
"Papa!" Zhao Jingzong clapped his hands with a smile on his face: "Good swordsmanship! Really good swordsmanship!"
He said to Meng Guangshan: "Junior Brother Meng, you didn't take Junior Sister Li's reminder to heart, did you?... No wonder it caught Senior Uncle Chen's eyes, it's really amazing!"
Li Muchan smiled: "Senior Brother Zhao, thank you!...Does Senior Brother Zhao also want to give me some advice?"
"I'll come!" A sturdy young man next to him took a step forward: "Senior Brother Meng is certainly careless, let me teach you how to use the Great Sword of Sorrow!"
Li Muchan turned his head. This man's name was He Buping. His cultivation level was better than that of Meng Guangshan. He had always been taciturn, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly attack at this time.
He smiled and nodded: "Then please ask Senior Brother He for advice!"
He Buping didn't dare to lift his sword, so he slowly pulled out his sword and pointed it at Li Muchan. His expression was serious, his eyes were bright, and he stared at Li Muchan for a moment.
Li Muchan drew his sword out of its sheath and still performed the same starting position as before. His whole body's energy and spirit changed, as if he was integrated with the sword. Zhao Jingzong and the others could clearly feel the strangeness.
Li Muchan said in a deep voice: "Please——!"
"Look at the sword!" He Buping shouted, and the sword was stabbed flatly. His movements were slow and generous, but the sword was not fast. The tip of the sword trembled like a snake, covering several acupuncture points.
Li Muchan slowly thrust out his sword, "Ding..." With a clear sound, Hebu Ping's sword was stabbed, and it felt as if it was being struck by lightning. Both the sword and his body trembled and stopped.
Li Muchan took advantage of the situation and twisted it, and He Buping's sword was also released.
"I accept it, Senior Brother He." Li Muchan sheathed his sword and solemnly clasped his fists.
If he smiled at this time, it would easily be regarded as ridicule and further irritate his opponent. Li Muchan didn't want to do this, since they were from the same sect after all.
He Buping took a deep breath, resumed his body movements, and nodded slowly: "Good swordsmanship! I'm willing to be defeated!"
Not only did he lose in swordsmanship, but his cultivation level was also far behind. The internal power coming from the sword was peaceful and it was indeed the internal power of the Great Compassion Sword. However, this internal power was so solid and pure that it entered his body like no one else. His own internal power
There is no way to stop them. The two of them are not on the same level, they are too far apart.
He gave Zhao Jingzong a secret wink and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Zhao, it's better to learn how to use the Great Sword of Compassion from Junior Brother Li another day!"
Zhao Jingzong pondered for a moment and then said with a smile: "Junior brother Li, I am not your opponent either, I admire you!"
Li Muchan's brows moved, feeling quite surprised.
Zhao Jingzong smiled: "My martial arts are not top-notch in the sect at all. Junior Brother Li, don't underestimate our Mingjing Sect!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "The Mingjing Sect's martial arts are superb, and the most basic Great Compassion Sword is infinitely mysterious. How dare I underestimate it!...Senior Brother Zhao, if there is nothing else, I will go back to practice!"
"Okay, let's discuss it another day!" Zhao Jingzong waved his hand.
Li Muchan clasped his fists and smiled at everyone, took a deep look at Li Ye, turned around and left.
Everyone watched him meandering away, and they immediately started talking.
Li Ye bit his lip and stared at his back unwillingly.
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In the evening, Li Muchan was practicing martial arts when there was a knock on the door. He stepped forward and opened the door. There was a thin middle-aged man standing outside.
"Master Nephew Li, my master has invited me."
Li Muchan clasped his fists: "I wonder who your master is...?"
"My master's surname is Zhao." The thin middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
Li Muchan nodded: "Is it Elder Zhao? Please——!"
The thin middle-aged man said no more, turned around and left, leading him straight to the east, then turned north, and arrived at a small courtyard near the edge of the valley.
The stone wall was very close at hand, extremely steep, and a gloomy aura shrouded the small courtyard. The thin middle-aged man pushed the door straight in, and Li Muchan stepped into the courtyard.
The layout of the courtyard is similar to his, with a flower garden and a bamboo forest on each side, and a small pavilion in the middle. It is a bit more elegant here, with rockeries and running water, and the sound of running water makes the courtyard quiet.
Sitting in the small pavilion was a handsome middle-aged man, with a face like a crown of jade and eyes as bright as stars. He was a rare and handsome man.
Li Muchan didn't need to look carefully to find that his facial features were somewhat similar to those of Zhao Jingzong, and he knew that he was Zhao Jingzong's grandfather, Elder Zhao.
"Come and sit." He waved to Li Muchan and pointed to the stone pier opposite.
Li Muchan cupped his fists and saluted, silently entered the small pavilion and sat across from him. He was surprised. He thought Elder Zhao was an old man, but he didn't expect that he only looked about forty years old.
"Li Wuji..." Elder Zhao stroked his beard and nodded with a smile: "The cultivation level is really good, no wonder the Taoist Hall insisted on snatching you over."
Li Muchan said: "Elder Zhao came to me for Brother Zhao's business, right?"
Elder Zhao smiled and said: "He said you are a rare genius. This kid has always set his sights on others and never praises others. Can I not be curious?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhao has a broad mind!"
Elder Zhao waved his hand: "He is too arrogant. I invite you here because I want to ask you for a favor!"
Li Muchan said: "That's what Elder Zhao ordered."
He didn't refuse, nor did he say anything to leave room for himself. Saying this in front of such a person only made him look petty and insincere.
Li Muchan felt more and more the importance of virtue. At this level, there was no need to use some small tricks and tactics, and they could not be put on the stage.
Elder Zhao stood up and poured him tea himself. He waved his hand to indicate that Li Muchan did not have to get up. He put down the teapot and sat down and said with a smile, "I want you to teach him a lesson!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, picked up the tea cup and took a sip slowly, then slowly put it down: "Okay!"
"Don't you ask why?" Elder Zhao looked at him with interest.
Li Muchan smiled: "Elder Zhao has good intentions. You want me to polish off Senior Brother Zhao's arrogance, right?"
"Yeah..." Elder Zhao nodded and sighed helplessly: "He has been living under my wings all these years, and it's going smoothly. It's amazing if this continues!"
Li Muchan's jaw dropped, growing up too smoothly is really harmful and unhelpful. You will feel that the world is centered on you, the sun revolves around you, and everyone should accommodate you.
With this mentality, no matter how powerful your martial arts is, it will be useless and you will become a lonely person.
Knowing shame and then being brave, without setbacks, there will be insufficient upward motivation, and achievements will inevitably be limited. Only those with a paranoid character can still work hard without external stimulation.
Elder Zhao chuckled and said: "I have been looking for help in the past few years, but it's a pity that these little guys are more cunning than the other, and they don't want to help."
Li Muchan smiled: "It's hard to control the situation. Besides, Senior Brother Zhao has a bright future. It would be unwise to become his enemy."
"Then why did you agree?" Elder Zhao smiled.
Li Muchan smiled: "I believe Elder Zhao."
"Haha..." Elder Zhao laughed and waved: "Xiaomeng, bring the wine!"
The thin middle-aged man had been standing at the foot of the pavilion. After hearing this, he turned and left. He quickly brought a jar of wine and two large bowls, placed them on the table and filled them. (To be continued. If you like this work,
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