Li Muchan found that he couldn't find anyone to ask. In such a large Mingjing Sect, he only knew three or two people, and the rest were unfamiliar to him.
After much deliberation, he went straight to the main hall and asked to see the sect leader Huang Ningtian.
As soon as he approached the main hall, two young men suddenly came out and stared at him expressionlessly. Li Muchan clasped his fists and explained the purpose of his visit.
The two frowned at him, and finally a young man came in to report.
After a while, Li Muchan entered the main hall, and Huang Ningtian also came in from the side door. He sat down and waved: "Wuji, come and sit!"
His face was no longer rosy, as if he hadn't slept in a few days, and he looked a little haggard.
Li Muchan secretly wondered, could something really happen? The sect leader was extremely angry, deep-tempered, intangible to emotions and anger, and was very capable of getting things done. It was definitely not an ordinary thing to make him appear haggard.
He was not polite and sat down directly to talk: "Sect Master, what did Senior Brother Chen do when he went down the mountain?"
"There's some trouble and we need him to take action." Huang Ningtian sighed, shook his head and said, "Wuji, what are you doing with the Taoist Hall?"
Seeing what he meant, Li Muchan didn't want to tell him, so he said nothing: "I want to learn a swordsmanship from Senior Brother Chen."
"Next set of swordsmanship?" Huang Ningtian wiped his face to cheer up and asked: "You have chosen the Tianji swordsmanship lineage, right?"
Li Muchan nodded, Huang Ningtian frowned and said, "Have you mastered the Little Zhoutian Sword Technique?"
Li Muchan nodded again, and Huang Ningtian looked him up and down: "Wuji, the Daotang passed down the Little Zhou Tianjian to you last month, right?"
Li Muchan still nodded.
Huang Ningtian stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Wuji, you are a stable person. You have the patience to practice the Great Sword deeply. Logically speaking, you will not make the mistake of rushing for quick success."
He secretly thought that Li Wuji's understanding was astonishing, especially his understanding of the Great Compassion Sword. He knew it as if he was born with it. One month was worth others' years of sophora root. It took only two months to practice the Great Compassion Sword to a very deep level. It was really rare.
, so when I chose the lineage of Tianjijian, I was very conflicted. I had a glimmer of hope, but I was also afraid of going astray, which would end up wasting my efforts and delaying my cultivation.
Seeing that Li Muchan had mastered the Little Zhou Tianjian so quickly, he couldn't help but worry that Li Muchan was too quick and wanted to practice the Supreme Sword Skill as soon as possible.
Young people are prone to this problem. They have high vision and low hand, and look at one mountain to see that another mountain is too high.
Li Muchan saw through his worries at a glance and stood up with a smile: "Senior Brother Chen is not here and there is no one to give you advice. Please give me some advice from the sect master!"
As he spoke, he drew out his sword. Li Muchan felt a slight fluctuation behind the pillar on the west side. He sighed to himself that his powerful concealment technique had never noticed him. He had already sensed the person behind the pillar on the east side.
"I have also practiced the Little Zhou Tianjian." Huang Ningtian smiled and said: "But I have only practiced the Little Zhou Tianjian. From now on, you can only rely on yourself for the Great Zhou Tianjian."
As soon as Li Muchan's hand gesture came out, Huang Ningtian suddenly sat up straight. He had been lazily trying to regain his energy, but when he saw Li Muchan's hand gesture, he immediately sensed it and sat up straight unconsciously.
With Li Muchan's sword movement, his energy and spirit suddenly merged with the sword, becoming one integrated body. Huang Ningtian couldn't feel Li Muchan, but could only feel the dense long sword.
"Chi chi chi chi..." The tip of the sword cut through the air like a piece of cloth, letting out a light whistle, but the force of his sword was gentle and gentle, and it seemed to have no lethality.
Huang Ningtian touched his beard with his left hand, frowning tightly, staring at Li Muchan's sword for a moment, and the fingers of his right hand trembled slightly, faintly swinging the sword.
After making an appointment for a cup of tea, Li Muchan stopped his sword and returned it to its sheath, looking at Huang Ningtian with a smile.
Huang Ningtian was motionless in a daze, his eyes were empty and his soul was flying to the sky. His right hand was still trembling, as if he was dreaming. Li Muchan did not stir, sheathed his sword and sat back.
After a long while, Huang Ningtian slowly turned his head and looked: "Wuji, you little Zhou Tianjian..."
Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Am I not practicing correctly? I hope the sect master can give me some advice! ... Senior Brother Chen practiced it twice and gave me the sword manual, but then he disappeared, so I practiced blindly by myself."
"You are so savvy..." Huang Ningtian shook his head and sighed: "Practice hard, maybe you can really master Tianji Swordsmanship!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I have received the good advice from the sect master, but I am practicing incorrectly?"
"Alas... I don't dare to say whether you are practicing correctly or not." Huang Ningtian shook his head and sighed: "We have been practicing the little Zhou Tianjian faster, but you did it in the opposite direction, and the power is even stronger. It's really weird!"
Li Muchan said: "I think the key to the speed of Xiao Zhoutian's swordsmanship is the opponent, and the key is timing."
"Yes, that makes sense." Huang Ningtian nodded and said: "Unfortunately, the timing is the hardest to grasp. It is better to blindly seek speed and seize the opportunity...Xiao Zhou!"
"Sect Master." A middle-aged man came out from behind the pillar on the east side. He was short in stature, with mediocre appearance, and his eyes were gentle and peaceful, not as sharp as those of martial arts practitioners.
Huang Ningtian said: "Xiao Zhou, make a few gestures with Wuji to see the power of his Xiao Zhou Tianjian."
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, turned to Li Muchan and said, "Master Nephew Li, let me use both palms to teach you how to use the Little Zhou Tianjian."
"Okay." Li Muchan nodded. Not only can he test the power of Little Zhou Tianjian, but he can also take a look at the martial arts of another lineage. Why not?
He tried his best to understand Little Zhou Tianjian, but he was not sure that he was practicing it correctly.
Although Xiao Zhou Tian Sword Manual contains sword power and mental techniques, the use of the sword is not detailed, and the speed and depth are not mentioned. You need to experience it yourself. This makes Xiao Zhou Tian Sword more difficult and less restrictive.
He said "It's blasphemy" and straight away drew his sword. The middle-aged man's palm power was strange. There was a layer of Gang Qi on his palm, which could be soft or hard. The palm power was gentle and mellow like wine, but it hurt people unawares like the spring breeze blowing in the face.
Before you know it, you can't take any precautions.
The tip of Li Muchan's sword was weird, and it always stabbed into the opponent's palm. The sword's momentum was consistent with his mind, and it could pierce the Gang Qi in the palm.
Only then did he realize that Xiao Zhoutian's sword technique had such a miraculous effect in breaking the Gang Qi.
After dozens of beckons, the middle-aged man drew back his hands, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Huang Ningtian laughed: "Xiao Zhou, how about it?"
"The sect leader has a keen eye for knowing people." The middle-aged man nodded, shook his head with a wry smile.
He didn't expect that his Ning Xin Palm could not beat Xiao Zhou Tian Sword. Xiao Zhou Tian Sword was an introductory sword technique from the Tianji Sword Technique. Although it was powerful, his Ning Xin Palm was a high-end palm technique from the Zhe Xin Palm line. It had two sets of martial arts.
There is a difference of two levels.
One is good swordsmanship, and the other is skill. The combination of the two created this situation. Li Wuji's talent is really enviable.
"Wuji, wait a minute, I'll get the Great Zhou Tian Sword Manual." Huang Ningtian was completely relieved, got up and disappeared through the side door, while the middle-aged man hid behind the pillar.
Huang Ningtian came back after a while and handed Li Muchan a thick book. Li Muchan estimated that it had four to five hundred pages, which was astonishing for a sword manual.
Huang Ningtian warned uneasily: "Wuji, the Da Zhoutian swordsmanship depends entirely on you. Calm down and take your time. Don't rush, lest you go crazy!"
Li Muchan nodded, carefully put the sword manual into his arms, and was about to go out when a green-shirted guard suddenly came in, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Sect Master, Senior Brother Li is back!"
"Just come in!" Huang Ningtian waved his hand.
The green-shirted guard hesitated and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Li was injured and fell at the foot of the mountain."
"Is Daotang injured?" Huang Ningtian was confused, and then looked at Li Muchan: "Wuji, go down and take a look, don't make any noise!"
"Yes, Sect Master." Li Muchan nodded quickly and flashed out of the hall. His figure vaguely flashed twice and he had already passed by the martial arts training ground.
Most people didn't notice him passing by because he was going too fast.
He flashed across the treetops like lightning, and in a blink of an eye he appeared at the foot of the mountain. He saw Chen Daotang lying motionless on a stretcher made of a small tree, being carefully carried up by two young men.
As soon as he appeared, the two young men stopped and tensed up. Only when they saw that it was him could they let out a sigh of relief.
Li Muchan had no intention of exchanging pleasantries and walked directly up to Chen Daotang. Chen Daotang could not see any injuries on his appearance, only there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth. One corner of his mouth was black and the other was bright red. One was old blood and the other was newly vomited blood.
He grabbed Chen Daotang's wrist, put it down after a moment, and lightly touched his chest with his palm.
"Poof!" Chen Daotang suddenly curled up and spit out a blood arrow, then slowly opened his eyes.
The two young men were startled. Just as they were about to speak, they saw Chen Daotang wake up. They swallowed the scolding and stared at Chen Daotang.
"Senior Brother Chen!" Li Muchan pressed his left palm on his chest, and the inner power of the Great Compassion Sword was calm, pouring in like warm spring water, nourishing his meridians.
When Chen Daotang saw it was him, he frowned and said, "Are you home?"
Li Muchan nodded: "We're here. Let's go back to the mountain immediately. What do you think?"
"Much better." Chen Daotang's voice was weak, his face quickly turned pale, and the blood faded. Li Muchan frowned: It's really amazing!
There are two internal forces hidden in Chen Daotang's body, one is cold and the other is hot, one is coiled in the eyebrows and the other is in the Dantian. They are like two spiritual snakes, originally coiled motionless, but as soon as Li Muchan's internal energy enters, they immediately pounce to devour the internal energy.
Li Muchan discovered that the Great Compassion Sword's internal power could not restrain them, and became their delicacy, devouring the Great Compassion Sword's internal power and rapidly growing in strength.
Li Muchan had no choice but to remove the five fingers of his right palm and point them at the major points all over Chen Daotang's body. The force of each finger was different in nature and represented the Twelve Zhuang Heart Methods of Tianyuan.
The inner strength of the Great Compassion Sword is upright and peaceful, and it will not go crazy. It is much less powerful. Each of the Twelve Villages of Tianyuan has a different mentality. There are yin and yang, cold and heat, fire and water. Each has its own magical function and cooperates with each other.
It becomes more powerful.
Several internal forces kneaded together, temporarily blocking these two internal forces and stabilizing his injuries.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and Chen Daotang smiled: "I can't die."
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "What a poisonous internal force!... Are they from the Purple Star Palace?"
"You also know?" Chen Daotang nodded.
Li Muchan said no more and followed the stretcher up the mountain. The two young men had excellent qinggong and were familiar with the road. Their feet felt like flying. After a cup of tea, they approached the top of the mountain.
Li Muchan said: "Senior Brother Chen, I will carry you there."
Chen Daotang nodded: "That's fine."
The two young men put down the stretcher, put Chen Daotang on Li Muchan's back, and watched Li Muchan disappear in front of his eyes.
"Li Wuji is so awesome!" A young man shook his head.
Another young man nodded: "Famous is better than meeting,... who can hurt Senior Brother Chen?!"
"It must be a siege!"
"You didn't take our Mingjing Sect seriously!"
The two were filled with indignation, cursed a few words, and turned back down the mountain. Li Muchan carried Chen Daotang into the hall without disturbing the disciples practicing martial arts outside. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature
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