Zhao Jinsheng, Xu Jingying, Zhong Bixuan, Mei Ruolan and Li Muchan, a group of five people, left Mei Mansion, left Jinyang City, and headed west.
Zhao Jinsheng was in high spirits and looked forward to his majesty.
If he doesn't speak, he looks heroic and shining, like a heroic young warrior.
But when she spoke, she revealed her secret, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, long-winded, and really did not have the heroic spirit of being clean and decisive.
Lacking heroic spirit, but having the skin of a hero, Li Muchan often sighed secretly, thinking it was a pity, what a pity. If Senior Brother Zhao could change his verbosity, he would be the dream lover of countless girls.
Xu Jingying has always been indifferent and said very little along the way. Li Muchan used his mind telepathy and there was no fluctuation, almost as if he had practiced the Miaolian Sutra.
Li Muchan found out from Zhong Bixuan that Xu Jingying practiced Su Yu Gong.
Canghai Shengong, Suyu Gong, and Miaolian Sutra are the three major mental methods of Canghai Sword Sect. They are called three peaks standing side by side. Among them, Miaolian Sutra is in the middle and is passed down by a single line.
Entering the Miaolian Sutra is like ascending to heaven. Once you enter the door, you will suddenly achieve it, and you will achieve it physically. It is infinitely powerful, far superior to the other two mental methods.
Suyu Gong and Canghai Shenggong are easy to learn but difficult to achieve, and their power is infinite, but they are inferior to the Miaolian Sutra.
However, the successors of the two mental methods are at their peak, and the more people there are, the more powerful they are.
As the senior sister, Master Zhumei practices Canghai Sheng Gong, Master Zhuzhao ranks second and practices the Miaolian Sutra, and Li Zhuyue Xingsan practices the Suyu Gong.
Li Muchan had seen his senior sister Wen Yinyue's Miaolian Sutra. It was unpredictable, unpredictable, and able to completely control his emotions. It was regarded as a miraculous skill of Buddhism. He admired it very much.
Although he has never seen the Canghai Magic Technique, he has seen Mei Ruolan's Canghai Technique. The Canghai Technique is the basic mental method of the Canghai Magic Technique, which is already very mysterious.
Therefore, although he had never seen Su Yu Gong, he did not dare to underestimate it at all.
The five people walked quickly along the official road, performing Qinggong. Zhong Bixuan and Mei Ruolan were shoulder to shoulder. The two of them were at the same level of the Canghai Divine Art, and the speed of their Treading Waves Song was about the same.
Li Muchan also walked with Mei Ruolan. He could be faster, but he did not step forward.
In front, Zhao Jinsheng and Xu Jingying walked side by side, saying nothing, their clothes fluttering, and they looked like a couple.
Li Muchan saw Zhong Bixuan glance in front of her from time to time, her mind wandering. He smiled inwardly, understanding what she was thinking, but he was paying attention to Zhao Jinsheng.
He was quite surprised that Zhong Bixuan actually liked Zhao Jinsheng.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Sister Xu, I have an idea. How about we practice martial arts while traveling?"
Zhao Jinsheng turned his head and looked over, smiling: "What's your idea?"
Li Muchan said with a smile: "I have also practiced a few sets of swordsmanship. Although it is not as good as the swordsmanship in the sect, I think it is not bad at all. How about we compete?"
Zhao Jinsheng smiled and said, "Do you really want to learn swordsmanship from me?"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "I hope senior brother will give you some advice!"
Zhao Jinsheng was an enthusiastic person and said with a smile: "Okay, let's fight while walking. I also want to see your swordsmanship, Junior Brother Zhanran."
Li Muchan pulled out the dark iron sword, put it on his chest, and pointed the sword at Zhao Jinsheng: "Brother, please——!"
Zhao Jinsheng also unsheathed his sword and said with a smile: "Okay, let's make a move!"
Looking at Zhao Jinsheng's appearance, Li Muchan knew that he didn't take him seriously, so he couldn't help but smile. No matter how humble a person is, there is always pride.
Zhao Jinsheng thought that in terms of light kung fu, he was not as good as Junior Brother Zhan Ran, but in terms of swordsmanship, he was good enough to be among the top masters, and Junior Brother Zhan Ran was afraid that he would not be able to do so.
Li Muchan suddenly rushed in front of Zhao Jinsheng and stabbed him with his long sword, plain and simple.
Zhao Jinsheng drew out his sword to block, wanting to test the truth.
"Ding..." A crisp sound came from the sparks, lingering endlessly.
The two people's feet stagnated for a moment, and then they continued to run. The sword speed accelerated sharply, getting faster and faster, and the sword light filled the space around the two people.
"Ding, ding, ding..." The crisp sound was continuous, like jade beads rolling on a jade plate.
For a moment, the two men were fighting fast break and it was hard to tell the difference.
"I didn't expect that this young monk's swordsmanship is not bad!" Zhong Bixuan looked at it, turned to Mei Ruolan and smiled.
Mei Ruolan nodded: "Zhanran originally learned swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship in my house is ordinary, which really delayed him."
Zhong Bixuan nodded: "Well, if this little monk had joined our sect from the beginning, maybe he would be almost the same as the second senior brother now!"
Mei Ruolan smiled: "Not as good as senior brother?"
"Eldest brother?" Zhong Bixuan was surprised, and then shook his head: "Of course it can't be compared. How awesome is the eldest brother!"
"Senior Sister Zhong, among the senior sisters and brothers in our sect, who is the strongest in martial arts?" Mei Ruolan asked.
She has been busy practicing Canghai Sheng Gong, and is not very clear about the affairs in the sect. She has always wanted to seize the opportunity to find out more.
Mei Ruolan was surprised: "Isn't it Senior Brother?"
"Giggle, Senior Brother——?" Zhong Bixuan laughed, shook his head and said: "Senior Brother is far worse than Senior Sister, they are not on the same level at all... It is said that Senior Sister's martial arts is second only to the master's uncle.
Master is even better!"
Mei Ruolan raised her eyebrows lightly, her face full of surprise.
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The Miaolian Sutra can speed up the process of death."
Mei Ruolan asked: "Could our Canghai Divine Skill be comparable to the Miaolian Sutra?"
"It's incomparable." Zhong Bixuan shook his head and said, "Unless you can reach the ninth level, you can't beat the Miaolian Sutra. The leaders of our Canghai Sword Sect are all from the lineage of the Miaolian Sutra."
"I see... then Senior Sister is the next head?" Mei Ruolan said.
Zhong Bixuan nodded: "That's natural."
As the two talked, Xu Jingying listened quietly and looked at Li Muchan and Zhao Jinsheng.
Li Muchan and Zhao Jinsheng were having a great fight. "Ding, ding, ding, ding..." the crisp sound could be heard endlessly, and the sword light of the two men flashed continuously.
Li Muchan changed his sword skills one by one, first the Qiankun Sword Technique, then the Zhenyue Eight Sword Techniques, and then the Tianshu Sword Technique, Tianji Sword Technique, and Tianxuan Sword Technique.
Each set of swordsmanship has its own power, but it pales in comparison to Zhao Jinsheng.
Zhao Jinsheng only uses one set of sword skills, which remains unchanged and adapts to all changes.
He makes his moves calmly and unhurriedly, with an open and generous movement. It looks slow and leisurely, but in fact it is extremely fast. You can tell by listening to the dense and crisp sounds.
Zhao Jinsheng had a kind heart, but he only hit it as far as he wanted. If there was a real fight, within ten or so moves, Li Muchan would have already been hit by the sword. When Zhao Jinsheng stabbed him, the sword point would stop at the tip.
Li Muchan concentrated on thinking, he was doing three things at once, thinking and improving his swordsmanship while drawing his sword. When he arrived at a small town in the evening, his swordsmanship had improved a lot.
Dusk enveloped the surrounding areas, and the four of them arrived in front of the small town. Li Muchan sheathed his sword and said together: "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhao, for your support!"
"Junior Brother Zhanran's understanding is indeed amazing, I admire him!" Zhao Jinsheng smiled and put away his sword.
The three girls smiled and admired Zhao Jinsheng's demeanor. He deliberately gave Li Muchan tips. Such advice was tantamount to teaching his disciples.
Li Muchan was an outer disciple. Although he was accepted by the master as his disciple, his introductory martial arts were still taught by his direct disciples, who were almost considered disciples.
The five of them rested in the town for a night. In the inn, Li Muchan competed with Xu Jingying and Zhong Bixuan.
Li Muchan did this, firstly, to improve his swordsmanship, and secondly, because he wanted to understand the three people's martial arts so that he knew what they were doing.
It's just a subconscious behavior, the wisdom is within your grasp.
However, he has the lowest status among the five, and his words don't count.
Early the next morning, they walked quickly along the official road, then turned and entered a small road, which was a shortcut to a high mountain.
For ordinary people, the mountain is too high and the road is difficult to travel. They are afraid of the road. In addition, when entering the Hexi border, there are many big enemies, so it is extremely inappropriate to take the small road.
For the five of them, they were not afraid at all.
Before turning to the small road, Li Muchan advised Zhao Jinsheng not to take the small road. The big bandits in Hexi should not be underestimated. It would be better to avoid them and take the main road.
These words attracted strange looks from Zhao Jinsheng, Xu Jingying, and Zhong Bixuan.
Zhong Bixuan hummed softly: "Junior Brother Zhanran, you are not a timid person, why are you afraid of them? How powerful can a group of thieves be?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior Sister Zhong, all the thieves in Hexi are good!... The competition in Hexi Green Forest is fierce. Without two brushes, it is impossible to stand!"
"A thief is a thief. If he were really powerful, he wouldn't be a thief!" Zhong Bixuan waved his little hands with disapproval on his face.
If the relationship between the two had not improved in the past two days, she would have called Li Muchan a coward.
Xu Jingying looked at him, shook her head and said nothing.
When they walked down the mountain, what Xu Jingying said to Li Muchan only amounted to a dozen or so sentences.
Zhao Jinsheng said: "Junior Brother Zhanran, although there is nothing wrong with being careful, we can save a day's work by taking this road."
Li Muchan said sincerely: "Senior Brother Zhao, think twice before you act!... When we go to the Helian Family this time, it's best to keep it secret and don't make a big fuss."
Zhao Jinsheng smiled: "It doesn't matter. If we encounter bandits, we can just use Qinggong to avoid them."
"Senior Brother Zhao, if we meet him, we can clean it up easily, why should we hide from them?!" Zhong Bixuan curled his lips and gave Li Muchan a disdainful glance.
Li Muchan sighed and shook his head helplessly, knowing that it was useless to talk too much. He was a man of few words. In the final analysis, his status was too low. Even if he established his authority, it would be of little use.
Mei Ruolan said: "Senior Brother Zhao, it doesn't matter if we are a day late... Last time we came to Hexi, we encountered a group of thieves who were indeed very fierce."
"Junior sister Ruolan, you are too careful!" Zhong Bixuan snorted.
Zhao Jinsheng thought for a while and said: "Let's go from the small road. If we go back one day later, master and uncles will be worried for the whole day... let's go!"
Zhong Bixuan cheered: "Senior Brother Zhao is wise!"
After saying that, you glanced at Li Muchan and curled your lips to express contempt.
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled, and said no more.
Xu Jingying glanced at Li Muchan, her eyes flashed thoughtfully.
The group of people finally entered the path. In front of them was a towering mountain, rising straight into the clouds, filled with mist and purple smoke.
When they reached the halfway point of the mountain, they were suddenly startled and hurriedly listened. They heard screams, faintly carried by the wind to their ears.
"No, let's go quickly!" Zhao Jinsheng's expression changed, and he turned into a puff of smoke, speeding along the path, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
Zhong Bixuan's bright eyes widened and he turned to look around him, but Li Muchan was no longer there.
Xu Jingying frowned and said, "Let's go take a look."
"Okay, hurry up, hurry up!" Zhong Bixuan said hurriedly, shaking his head: "The young monk's reaction is not slow!"
When Zhao Jinsheng arrived at the place where the incident occurred, his eyes widened and he gritted his teeth when he saw the scene in front of him.
The scene in front of me was extremely tragic. There were more than a dozen corpses scattered beside the two carriages, including old people, children, and women. They died in extremely miserable conditions, all of them dead.
Blood flowed everywhere, the fishy smell rose into the sky, and crows cawed from the woods not far away.
On the grass in front of the woods, "ding-ding-ding-ding" kept ringing, and the sword light flashed, illuminating the surrounding area, but more than fifty people besieged Li Muchan.
Surrounded by more than fifty people, Li Muchan was calm and confident.
He held a sword in each hand, a black sword and a green-edged sword. The two swords formed a circular light shield, completely covering himself, as if they were one and airtight.
No matter how fiercely the fifty or so men attack, Li Muchan can only hold his Yuan to defend and cannot get in by splashing water.
After Zhao Jinsheng finished scanning, he shouted angrily: "Junior Brother Zhanran, I'm here too!"
He raised his hair and let out a long roar, rushing into the crowd.
The light of the sword is like lightning, and the speed is like thunder. Every time the sword strikes, someone will be injured, and the sword will not be able to escape.
No one was Zhao Jinsheng's enemy. These people were injured and couldn't do anything after they fell down, but their lives were not in danger, as if he showed mercy.
Li Muchan raised his voice and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, why bother keeping these scourges? Just kill them all!"
Zhao Jinsheng shook his head, gritted his teeth, and in the light of the thunderous sword, he slowly said: "Wouldn't it be so satisfying to kill them?"
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed, saying no more. His sword technique suddenly changed, and the light shield suddenly turned into two groups of silver light, falling into the crowd like two full moons descending.
Anyone who was touched by the silver light mostly flew out, used the Arrow Control Technique, and blessed the sword with huge internal energy. Whenever it touched his sword, the powerful internal energy surged out, like a river breaking its embankment, purely with force.
Bullying.
Those with strong internal strength may be able to block it, but those with weaker internal strength will definitely be unlucky and can hurt people faster than Zhao Jinsheng.
When more than fifty people reacted, they had already collapsed.
Zhao Jinsheng nodded towards him, his jade-like face gloomy: "Junior Brother Zhanran, thank you!"
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "It's very difficult for me to annihilate them all by myself. All I have to do is ask Senior Brother Zhao to take action."
At this moment, three girls, Xu Jingying, came over.
Zhao Jinsheng walked up to a middle-aged man and put the tip of his sword at his throat: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man chuckled and turned his head.
"Uh!" He muttered, his right arm already separated from his body.
Zhao Jinsheng pointed the tip of his sword at his left shoulder and asked lightly: "Who is he?"
"Bah!" The muscles on the middle-aged man's face were twisted and scary, and he stared at Zhao Jinsheng like a ghost.
Zhao Jinsheng made a light stroke, and his left shoulder separated from his body, blood spurted out from both shoulders, the ground was wet in the blink of an eye, and a fishy smell hit his face.