Master Zhuzhao Taiyi raised his eyebrows: "Oh - to whom?"
"Penglai Wang Family." Li Muchan said.
Mei Ruolan's expression changed, but she stopped talking.
Zhuzhao Master Tailiu frowned: "Penglai Wang family?...Master uncle asked you to deliver a letter to Penglai Wang family?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, Wang Xiu'e of the Penglai Wang Family."
Master Zhuzhao frowned even more tightly and hummed, "Do you know who Wang Xiu'e is?"
Seeing Li Muchan shaking his head, she said: "Wang Xiu'e is the ancestor of the Penglai Wang family, the most respected one in the generation, and is about the same age as my great-uncle."
Li Muchan showed a meaningful smile: "Oh——"
Master Zhu Zhao pursed her lips and smiled, then calmed down and said with a straight face: "The old lady is not a religious man. You have to be careful not to offend her."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master, don't worry, I'm just delivering a message, how can I offend her?"
"Humph, that's not entirely true." Master Zhuzhao didn't think so. He glanced at the girls around him and said, "Just listen to what I'm about to say, and don't spread it out."
"Yes." The girls nodded and looked at her curiously.
Master Zhuzhao took a look around to make sure there was no one around. Li Muchan smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, there is no one else around. Great-uncle is not here."
In the past year, although he has been focusing on swordsmanship both physically and mentally, and his internal strength has not improved much, his intuition is stronger. If my great-uncle came out, he would be able to detect it.
Master Zhuzhao gave him a blank look, coughed, and said, "It is said that Wang Xiu'e and my uncle were originally a couple, but later they turned against each other and became enemies... However, they often exchanged letters."
Li Muchan smiled, as if that was indeed the case.
Master Zhuzhao said: "You go to deliver the letter. Good or bad luck is unpredictable. Wang Xiu'e's love and hate for my uncle are hard to distinguish. If you are not careful, you may be angry."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, I'll take care of it."
"Hmph, how dare you act so arrogantly, how many troubles have you caused?!" Master Zhu Zhao said with a snort.
Li Muchan touched his mustache and said with a smile: "That's on our mountain, Master. When I get outside, I will naturally be careful and not get into trouble."
"I hope you can keep your word." Master Zhuzhao gave him a sideways glance.
Mei Ruolan said: "Second Master Uncle, Penglai Wang Family..."
Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "Ruolan, the Penglai Wang family has a close relationship with your Meifu, right?"
Mei Ruolan nodded: "Yes."
Master Zhuzhao said with a smile: "However, Ruolan, you'd better not go to the Wang family. There are several great families in the world, including the Penglai Wang family, but they have made too many enemies..."
Mei Ruolan was also very clever, and she knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it, and said: "Uncle Second Master, is there any trouble in the Penglai Wang family?"
"Big trouble!" Master Zhuzhao snorted, shook his head, and said disapprovingly: "They actually provoked the Nangong family. Alas... who dares to provoke the Nangong family now!"
"Master, are you from the Nangong family of Nangong Sidao?" Li Muchan asked.
Master Zhuzhao nodded: "It's not just them. Besides Nangong Sidao, who dares to call the Nangong family?"
Li Muchan was not surprised that his master was sitting in Canghai Mountain and knew everything about the world.
But it is indeed not good for the Penglai royal family to get into trouble with the Nangong family. Moreover, the Mei Mansion and the Penglai royal family are closely related, which is not to say that they can be separated.
Without the protection of the Penglai royal family, there would be no Mei Mansion today. The Helian family had long ago razed the Mei Mansion.
He turned to look at Mei Ruolan and said with a smile, "Miss, I'll go take a look."
Master Zhuzhao snorted: "You brat, don't show off. Don't get involved in the affairs of the Wang family and the Nangong family!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Yes, Master, I will take care of it."
Master Zhuzhao frowned and said: "Although our Canghai Mountain is big, if we mess with the Nangong family, we will have to suffer a lot!... Brat, don't cause endless trouble just because of your anger!"
Li Muchan said seriously: "Yes, Master, I understand!"
Zhuzhao Master Taiyou was a little worried: "I hope you understand! ... Once you have a grudge with the Nangong family, you may not know how many people will die. That old guy Nangong Sidao is ruthless and will kill without blinking an eye!"
She turned to look at Wen Yinyue, her bright eyes twinkling.
Wen Yinyue smiled faintly: "Master, junior brother acts prudently and understands the general situation. Master doesn't have to worry."
Master Zhuzhao said angrily: "You, just don't say you picked it up!... This brat is so bold and reckless, how can you make people feel relieved?!"
Li Muchan chuckled and touched his mustache.
Master Zhuzhao sighed: "Oh..., well, since Yin Yue also trusts you, I won't say more. You are going on the road alone. You must be careful on the way and don't get into trouble!"
"Yes, Master." Li Muchan saluted and withdrew.
He exited Wuji Hall, Xiao Yuan, Gong Qingyun, and Mei Ruolan followed him out, caught up with him, and entered his small courtyard together.
The four of them came to the small pavilion in the small courtyard, Xiao Yuan was busy making tea, Mei Ruolan sat opposite Li Muchan, and Gong Qingyun sat next to them, talking together.
Mei Ruolan frowned lightly, thoughtfully, and remained silent. Her eyes were blurry and changing, as if she were flying thousands of miles away, traveling in all directions.
Gong Qingyun whispered softly, asked him about the situation in seclusion, and then explained the situation between her and Xiao Yuan. She had entered the fifth level of Canghai Magic and had become a direct disciple.
Madoka is stuck on the third floor and has been unable to break through.
Li Zongheng and Song Wenbin had nothing to do. After entering the inner sect, they practiced very hard. Li Muchan went into seclusion, and they rarely interacted with each other. Occasionally they met in the dining hall and just exchanged a few words.
When Li Muchan told interesting stories about his martial arts practice, Gong Qingyun was speechless. The martial arts hall was the essence of Canghai Mountain, and it was truly rare for him to be able to fight one against nine.
Her delicate face was full of envy. Such an unexpected encounter was extremely rare. Zhan Ran was truly blessed.
After a long while, Xiao Yuan handed over the tea, Mei Ruolan's blurred eyes flashed, she came back to her senses, sighed quietly, lifted the cup and took a sip.
Li Muchan took a sip, slowly put down the tea cup, and looked at Mei Ruolan with a smile.
Mei Ruolan smiled: "Zhanran, do you know what I want to say?"
"How can I not know who the young lady is?" Li Muchan said with a smile, stroking his mustache.
"What do you think?" Mei Ruolan asked.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "That's it, I'll give it a try, but no matter what, I'm only one person with limited power, so I can only do my best."
"Then let's send..." Mei Ruolan asked, her eyebrows covered with sadness.
Li Muchan smiled and waved his hand: "I have my own ideas, don't worry, Miss."
Mei Ruolan felt relieved about him, nodded, and said with a smile: "Well, I'll leave it to you. Okay, you can have a good rest. Let's go."
After saying that, after leaving the small pavilion, Xiao Yuan and Gong Qingyun had no choice but to leave, extremely reluctantly.
Li Muchan didn't hold back and watched them leave. He also left the small courtyard and went straight to the back mountain to the woods in the back mountain, where he had lived in the small pavilion for the past year.
The pavilion is empty, Lan Chunhe is not there.
Li Muchan stood in the air and shouted: "Great uncle..."
The sound came out slowly, neither fast nor slow, like waves surging on the beach, slowly but continuously.
The yellow shadow flashed, and Lan Chunhe appeared, coldly snorting: "It's called the soul!"
Li Muchan smiled and titheed: "Great uncle."
Lan Chunhe hummed: "If you have something to say, say it, if you have something to say, let it go. Don't waste my time!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "My great-uncle, do you have any tokens? I'm going to Wang's house. The old lady respects me for generations. If I don't have any tokens, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."
Lan Chunhe frowned and glared at him, humming: "What ghost token do you want? I am a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect. Is it possible that someone else dares to pretend to be?!"
Li Muchan shook his head, although he smiled, his expression was firm.
Seeing his appearance, Lan Chunhe snorted coldly, took out a small sword from his arms, threw it out, and turned into a black light and hit Li Muchan's chest directly.
Li Muchan flicked his long sleeves, tucked them into his sleeves, and said with a smile, "Thank you, great uncle!"
Lan Chunhe snorted coldly: "You brat, don't embarrass me when you come to Wang's house. If the old woman is not in control, let her wake up!"
Li Muchan hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile.
Lan Chunhe glanced at him and hummed: "Don't worry, no matter what, she still wants this old face and won't do it herself!"
"That's good..." Li Muchan breathed a long sigh of relief.
Lan Chunhe waved his hand: "Okay, stop talking nonsense and get out!"
After that, the yellow shadow flashed and he left first.
Li Muchan took out a small black sword from his sleeve. It seemed to be made of sandalwood. It was heavy in hand and exuded a faint fragrance. It was exquisite and exquisite. There were patterns carved on it, which seemed to be a strange kind of flower that he had never seen before.
Li Muchan looked at it for a few times and felt it was pretty good. He became curious and didn't know how to carve it.
Penglai Wangjia is located in Dengzhou Prefecture. Dengzhou Prefecture faces the sea to the east and has excellent terrain. There have never been any natural disasters, earthquakes, or severe droughts or floods.
In Dengzhou in early autumn, the air is humid and the climate is pleasant.
The Wang family is located in the middle of Dengzhou Prefecture. The house is very grand. Standing on the pavilion in the courtyard, you can see the sea in the north, which looks like a piece of jasper.
The city wall of Dengzhou Prefecture is surrounded on three sides, and the north side is adjacent to the sea, but there is no need for a city wall, so standing on the pavilion in the city, you can directly see the sea.
The prince's mansion stretches for several miles and occupies an entire street. It can be described as a wealthy family. Compared with it, Mei Mansion is a small witch compared to a big witch, even one-fifth the size.
Early that morning, a young man came to the door of the palace. He was dressed in a sapphire blue robe, holding a white jade folding fan in his hand, shaking it gently, with a cool and carefree expression.
He wears a melon-skin hat with a piece of white jade in the center, which makes him appear graceful, luxurious and elegant.
Looking at his appearance, his facial features are ordinary, but his skin is very good, like a piece of white jade, which seems to be shining lightly, making people dare not underestimate him.
He stood in front of the gate, looking at the two stone lions with an expression of approval.
The door is embedded with dozens of palm-sized copper nails, the yellow light flashes, and the imposing momentum, coupled with the two lifelike lions, makes ordinary people afraid to approach.
Four middle-aged men stood in front of the door, wearing white satin attire, holding long swords at their waists, and looking mighty.
When they first saw this young man, the four of them looked at each other, put their right hands on the handle of the knife, and their whole bodies tensed up, their eyes shining brightly, as if they were real.
A middle-aged man with a horse-faced face took a step forward, clasped his fists and said solemnly: "This young master, may I ask your name, and why do you come to our house?"
The young man in blue shirt looked at him and gave him a faint smile, which made people feel like spring breeze: "This strong man, is this the famous Penglai Wang family?"
The horse-faced man nodded: "It is indeed the palace."
"That's right." The young man in blue shirt nodded, took out something from his arms, which was a small black sword, the size of a palm, and handed it over: "Please show this thing to the ancestors of the Wang family."
"What is your surname?" The horse-faced man hesitated for a moment, took it, and asked again.
The young man in blue shirt shook his head and smiled: "When my ancestors saw this thing, they naturally knew my identity."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment!" The horse-faced man nodded lightly and entered through the side door.
Li Muchan stood in front of the gate of Penglai Palace and looked at the two lions. He felt that the master's handiwork was indeed extraordinary. He was now proficient in painting. Sculpture and painting were inseparable and connected.
Two real lions seemed to appear in front of them, shaking their long temples and letting out a roar, as if they were going to tear themselves into pieces.
Such a realm, such exquisite skills, Li Muchan couldn't help but sigh.
After a while, the horse-faced man came out, came closer, and said respectfully: "This young hero, our ancestors have invited you!"
Just as Li Muchan was about to join forces, he clasped his fists again and said with a smile: "Excuse me, please——!"
He followed the horse-faced man through the three courtyards. Every courtyard he entered was spacious and grand, different from the scenery in Tiannan, and the style was rough.
Soon we came to a large hall, which was very majestic and magnificent. Even the water-absorbing beasts on the eaves were much larger than those in the south.
The horse-faced man raised his voice and said: "Ancestor, we are here."
"Come in." A female voice came from inside.
Li Muchan heard the voice. The voice of a woman in her fifties was not loud, but it contained explosive power, which made his eardrums beat faintly.
With such deep inner strength and not looking like he was in his fifties, Li Muchan guessed that this person was the ancestor of the Wang family - Wang Xiu'e.
The horse-faced man bowed and stretched out his hand. Li Muchan nodded and stepped in.
The hall is spacious and can accommodate hundreds of people. On the wall in the middle is a picture of pines and cranes prolonging life, with an imperial chair and an Eight Immortals table below, making it seem a bit small.
Sitting on the Grand Master's chair is a middle-aged woman with an oval face, fair skin, only faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and no other wrinkles. She is dignified and graceful.
There were two rows of high-backed chairs in front of her, and there were about ten people sitting there, some old and some young.