Li Muchan held the broom, shook his head, sighed, and smiled bitterly.
Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips and chuckled, shook his head, and said angrily: "If I had known better now, why bother then! When you made such a fuss in Wuji Hall, you were so majestic and evil, eh——!"
Li Muchan said: "I was not clear-headed at that time..."
"Hmph, your mind is unclear, how come you still remember the frivolous Yin Yue?!" Master Zhu Zhao was too reluctant.
Li Muchan sighed: "Master, I can't control myself."
Li Muchan said to Wen Yinyue: "Senior sister, I really shouldn't have done it, but I can't control myself... I hope senior sister will be merciful and just spare me this time!"
Wen Yinyue said calmly: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Now that Master has made a decision, I will not settle accounts with you again. Don't worry!"
Li Muchan chuckled and said, "Thank you, senior sister!"
He sighed. The senior sister didn't seem to be a forgiving person. She had remembered this account and would not let it go.
Wen Yinyue glanced at him, smiled faintly, and ignored him.
Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips and chuckled, patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, don't dawdle. If you delay any longer, you really won't be able to finish the sweep today, so you can't blame me!"
Li Muchan nodded slowly, picked up the broom and left.
"You little guy, you can't even hold the broom right!" Master Zhuteru grabbed his broom, made a gesture, and gave it back to him, humming: "Did you see it?"
Li Muchan laughed and nodded hurriedly.
He already had something in his sleeve, which seemed to be a thin pamphlet. The master's hands were so fast that it was difficult for others to notice her move.
"Thank you, Master!" Li Muchan smiled.
Although his internal strength is profound and his Canghai Divine Skills are getting better and better, making rapid progress, his application method is far from keeping up with his profound internal strength.
Just like having a lot of energy but not knowing how to use it, you often get twice the result with half the effort.
When he really started sweeping the steps, he estimated that he would never be able to finish them.
"Go, go!" Master Zhuzhao waved his hand.
Wen Yinyue smiled faintly, turned her head away, and pretended not to see it.
Master Zhuzhao understood very well that the eldest disciple only smiled when he saw his little move, but he was also dissatisfied with himself because he blamed himself for being too partial to this little guy.
However, this little guy is indeed lovable. Not only does he have an amazing understanding, but he also has a good temper. Although he is a bit lustful, no man can stand facing Yin Yue's appearance.
This is due to the nature of men. Even if the Buddhist teachings are profound, Zhan Ran cannot overcome it. He can only suppress it by force, and finally burst out, leading to this excitement.
Moreover, even when he was in a state of unconsciousness, he still respected himself as his master, which showed that he respected himself from the bottom of his heart.
Such a disciple is smart and reliable, even more reliable than Yin Yue.
Although Yin Yue has followed him since she was a child, she looks like a master and apprentice, but is actually mother and daughter, but she has a cold temperament. With the completion of the Miaolian Sutra, he doesn't know what she is thinking.
Zhong Bixuan suddenly appeared.
She was wearing a light yellow Luo shirt, well-tailored and with graceful curves. She entered the palace and clasped her fists, saying, "Uncle Master, Senior Sister, what's the matter with calling me?"
When she saw Li Muchan, she curled her lips and did not say hello.
The entanglement between the two was very complicated. They didn't know each other without fighting. After a trial, she imitated the barking of a dog. Later, Li Muchan accidentally injured her with an arrow and almost killed her.
Li Muchan tried his best to bring her back to Canghai Mountain, where Master Zhu Zhao was able to use the yin and yang creation technique to rescue her.
As a result, it is impossible to tell whether the two are grudges or grudges.
Master Zhuzhao looked at Wen Yinyue.
Wen Yinyue said: "Fourth Junior Sister, please help me supervise Zhanran and prevent him from being lazy."
"What is he going to do?" Zhong Bixuan glanced sideways at Li Muchan, pursed his lips and asked with a smile.
Wen Yinyue said calmly: "Clean the steps, you follow him."
Zhong Bixuan hurriedly covered his mouth and chuckled, nodding his head: "Okay, okay, this is a good job!"
Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "Bixuan, don't sacrifice yourself for selfishness!"
Zhong Bixuan hurriedly said: "Uncle, don't worry, I will be fair and selfless!"
"Well, that's good." Master Zhuzhao nodded and waved his hand: "Zhanran, go ahead!"
Li Muchan sighed, titheed, took a broom and started sweeping. He first swept the steps in front of Wuji Hall clean, and then walked down.
Although there were steps in the South Courtyard and the North Courtyard, they were very few. Li Muchan swept them clean in twos and twos, and Zhong Bixuan followed him all the time, with his hands behind his back, looking very airy.
While she was looking at him, she muttered that he was so bold and deserved it. Today he finally got it into his own hands. No matter what, he would be punished.
Li Muchan ignored it and waved his broom while concentrating on trying to figure out the ruthless sleeve.
The pamphlet in his sleeve was made of three or two sheets of plain silk. He had just taken a chance to read it, and it was indeed mysterious.
After reading it once, I have already remembered that this is a set of sleeve techniques called ruthless sleeves.
The ruthless sleeve is a very soft sleeve technique, which is attached to the sleeve with internal force and flows out silently, making it difficult for people to notice, just like running water flowing by.
Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless, the name of this sleeve is taken from this sentence.
He was unique in cultivating inner strength and mental skills. He quickly figured out the trick and when he put the broom down, it was like a strong wind blowing, sweeping away everything within a few feet.
Seeing him like this, Zhong Bixuan's bright eyes widened and he opened his mouth. He said no more and just followed him closely, watching his skills gradually become more and more proficient. He swept down several steps with one broom.
Li Muchan was doing three things at once, sweeping the floor while trying to figure out the ruthless sleeves. The inner power contained in the broom became more and more subtle and gentle.
At first, there was a strong wind, but later, a gentle breeze blew over the steps silently, and the steps became clean.
Li Muchan enjoyed this very much and thought it would be a wonderful thing to practice in this way. Unfortunately, all the disciples looked at him with blazing curiosity, which was a bit disappointing.
The exception was the inner disciples, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, obviously knowing why he was acting like this.
But everyone looked at him with a mixture of awe and fear, not daring to make fun of her, as if they were looking at Wen Yinyue.
Having seen Li Muchan's invincible bravery, although he swept the steps and was punished, they did not dare to make fun of him, lest they bring trouble to themselves.
After a day like this, Li Muchan had practiced his ruthless sleeves to a degree that he could brush away from the air. Although the power was not strong, he liked it and felt that the gesture was very cool.
Zhong Bixuan has been following him, watching him train his ruthless sleeves to look like this, silently, no longer teasing, no longer nagging, and turning into a good girl, which Li Muchan is not used to.