When Li Muchan entered the hall, more than twenty eyes were directed at him, following him as he approached step by step and came to the middle-aged woman.
Li Muchan cupped his fists and said, "Greetings to Senior Wang. I hope Senior will keep his identity as a disciple secret."
"Oh——" the middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows, her face was cold and without any pretense, she slowly nodded: "Well, it's just what I want."
Li Muchan felt strange that the middle-aged woman in front of him was really Wang Xiu'e. She was about the same age as her great-uncle, but she was so young, as if she was more than ten years younger.
She was wearing a velvet jacket and her lower body was pleated. She was as graceful as a lady and her face was radiant. She still had some of the peerless elegance of her youth.
It's a pity that her expression is cold, her eyes are like frost, and there is a chill all over her body, which makes people dare not get close to her. She has no kindness of the elderly.
Li Muchan secretly thought that his great-uncle looked to be in his sixties, and Wang Xiu'e was only in her fifties. Logically speaking, the woman would age quickly, but the opposite was true for the two of them. Obviously, she had miraculous skills and the ability to maintain her appearance.
Wang Xiu'e's eyes were cold and she looked him up and down without saying a word. People around him didn't dare to speak and they all looked him up and down.
They felt strange in their hearts. They didn't know which song their ancestors were singing. They sent someone to call them over to see an important guest, but they didn't tell them the identity of the guest.
This young man looks regal and unrestrained, but the Wang family is one of the few aristocratic families in the world. They have seen many high-ranking officials, nobles, and wealthy businessmen, but this person in front of him is not outstanding.
After a long while, Wang Xiu'e spoke and said calmly: "Is the old guy okay?"
Li Muchan faced everyone's scrutinizing gazes with a calm expression, cupped his fists and smiled slightly: "Everything is well, great-uncle."
"Well, it's better if you don't die!" Wang Xiu'e snorted coldly: "The debt has not been repaid, and he wants to die, but it is not that easy!"
Everyone intensified their speculations. This was obviously a person of the same generation as their ancestors. In the world, such people could be counted on one's fingers.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "My great-uncle sent me here to deliver the letter. Now that the letter has been delivered, I have to leave and don't dare to disturb you!"
As he spoke, he wanted to retreat, but Wang Xiu'e suddenly raised her head and said calmly: "Wait a minute!"
Li Muchan looked up at her and met her cold gaze.
"This is the letter from the old guy!" Wang Xiu'e waved her hand gently, and a piece of plain paper on the Eight Immortals' table and the small ebony sword floated up, and they arrived in front of Li Muchan with a "swish", as fast as lightning, and they were there in an instant
, showing extremely deep inner strength cultivation.
Li Muchan smiled and flicked his sleeve with his right hand. Under the ruthless sleeve, the two things suddenly froze, changing from extreme movement to extreme stillness.
A piece of paper and a sword were hanging in the air. Li Muchan put the wooden sword into his arms, looked at the plain paper, glanced at it twice, and then smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that his great-uncle asked him to do something like this.
The letter said that he was sent here because of a public case that happened many years ago, involving Sheng Xuefeng.
Li Muchan wants to represent the Wang family and go to Shengxue Peak to compete with the top masters of the younger generation of Shengxue Peak to win back the Wang family's secret method - the Nine-turn Marrow Cleansing Sutra.
This incident originated sixty years ago. Unfortunately, no one has been able to defeat the disciples of Sheng Xuefeng in the past sixty years. This is a regret for the Wang family and him.
Because the confiscation of the Nine Turns Marrow Cleansing Sutra had a lot to do with Lan Chunhe, he had always been worried about it, so he trained Li Muchan so hard.
The Nine Transformations of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra was taken away, and the Wang family was far worse than before. If Wang Xiu'e hadn't supported it, it would have lost its splendor long ago.
And with the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra, Holy Snow Peak becomes even more powerful.
Over the past sixty years, the Wang family has sent many disciples, but none of them can defeat the disciples of Sheng Xuefeng. Retrieving the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra has become a heartache for Wang Xiu'e.
Wang Xiu'e glanced at Li Muchan and saw him waving his sleeves to stop two things. A smile appeared on his cold face and he nodded gently.
A connoisseur will know if it is there as soon as he reaches out his hand.
The move he made just now seemed light but contained huge internal force. He was able to catch it easily. This skill was already astonishing.
At such an age, with such shocking inner strength, it’s no wonder that the old guy was full of words in his letter, and he was so shameless that he wanted to wash away the shame of sixty years.
Wang Xiu'e suddenly waved her hand: "You all get out!"
"Grandma..." A handsome middle-aged man stood up and said hesitantly.
He has slender eyebrows and bright eyes, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, and he looks majestic and majestic. He is obviously a man who is used to giving orders and has an extraordinary bearing.
Wang Xiu'e waved her hands and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, this guy is a friend, not an enemy, so don't be so nervous."
"...Grandma, you can't make a mistake, right?" the handsome middle-aged man asked cautiously.
Wang Xiu'e's face sank, she glared at him and snorted: "You, mother-in-law, are making people laugh...get out! Get out!"
"Yes, yes, I'll leave my child." The handsome middle-aged man said hurriedly.
He turned around and glanced at Li Muchan, cupped his fists, smiled, and left the hall.
Li Muchan watched them leave, smiling and nodding, as gentle as a spring breeze, which made people feel good.
Wang Xiu'e withdrew her gaze, shook her head and sighed: "Oh..., one generation is not as good as the last! Every generation is not as good as the last! A bunch of unworthy and unworthy descendants!"
Li Muchan smiled but said nothing.
Wang Xiu'e put away her sigh and smiled on her cold face: "Are you Zhanran?"
"Yes, senior, disciple Zhan Ran is polite!" Li Muchan took off the melon skin cap on his head, revealing his bald head, put the folding fan back into his sleeves, and put his hands together as a tithe.
"Okay, okay, a hero comes from a young age!" Wang Xiu'e said kindly.
His appearance at this time is completely different from before, kind and peaceful, and the previous coldness has been wiped away.
Li Muchan took back his melon-skin hat and said with a smile: "I don't dare to be a disciple. I just practice swordsmanship with my great-uncle, and the fire level is still far from it."
Wang Xiu'e smiled and said: "If you can win the old guy's fancy, you can't go wrong...although he is a bastard, his eyesight is not bad."
Li Muchan smiled and said nothing, unable to answer the question.
Wang Xiu'e said: "Okay, let's do some gestures with my old lady first to see how far you have practiced."
After saying that, she flashed to Li Muchan and patted him lightly.
Li Muchan took out the folding fan from his sleeve, used the fan as a sword, and stabbed with a light and delicate thrust. Wang Xiu'e seemed to automatically send her palm up.
She hurriedly turned her palms into fingers, and pointed her fingers towards the fan like a sword.
The folding fan opened with a "pop" and met her fingers. The landscape fan and the two fingers collided silently, and both of them took a step back.
"Okay!" Wang Xiu'e praised and looked Li Muchan up and down.
Although she knew that Li Muchan had deep inner strength, she did not expect that it was so deep and shocking.
She asked: "You practice the Dragon Snake Ascension Technique?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "The magical power of the sea."
Wang Xiu'e shook her head and sighed: "You are a man who can practice the Canghai Magic Kung Fu to this extent. You are really an anomaly! An anomaly!"
She is familiar with Lan Chunhe, and is no stranger to the martial arts of the Canghai Sword Sect. She knows that most of the male disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect practice the Dragon and Snake Ascension Technique, and rarely practice the Canghai Divine Kung Fu.
Even if you practice, there is no future, and you can't practice to the extreme. Compared with being a daughter, you get twice the result with half the effort, and the gain is not worth the loss. It is better to practice the Dragon and Snake Ascension Technique.
The Dragon and Snake Ascension Technique is also a miraculous skill. It is easy to learn but difficult to improve. However, if you master it well, although it is slightly less powerful than the Canghai Magic Technique, it is still enough to be rampant in the martial arts world.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "It's just my luck, disciple."
Wang Xiu'e nodded and said with a smile: "You have good internal strength and good swordsmanship, which is quite good. It seems that there is hope for the revitalization of my Wang family!"
Li Muchan said: "I heard from Master that there seems to be some dispute with the Nangong family?"
"Humph, the Nangong family is bullying others too much!" Wang Xiu'e sneered.
Li Muchan asked what happened, and Wang Xiu'e explained it in detail.
Speaking of which, this is a small matter. A disciple of the Nangong family was unkind and bullied others too much. When people from the Wang family saw it, they beat him up.
So the two started fighting, and a disciple of the Wang family accidentally killed a disciple of the Nangong family.
This was regarded as a catastrophic disaster. The Nangong family was furious and came in a fierce manner, insisting on handing over the murderer.
However, the Penglai Wang family did not have any friendship with each other, so the two families began to conflict, which gradually escalated.
Li Muchan listened thoughtfully, remained silent, and just sighed quietly.
There is really no choice in such a matter. The Penglai royal family cannot make friends with others, otherwise, their prestige will be lost, their moral integrity will be alienated, and the huge family will fall apart.
As far as the Nangong family is concerned, if they can't protect even a single disciple, and they can't take revenge if they are killed, their majesty will be completely lost, which is a huge blow.
The only way to restore dignity is to capture the murderer from the Penglai royal family and avenge his disciples.
For the sake of their respective prestige, neither family can retreat. Taking a step back is not suitable for the vast world. To retreat would mean losing everything.
Wang Xiu'e sneered: "Hmph, if the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra is here, why should we be afraid of the Nangong family!"
Li Muchan frowned and said: "Senior, the Nangong family has Nangong Sidao. If he really takes action in the end..."
"So what if we take action!" Wang Xiu'e snorted disdainfully: "Nangong Sidao, this old man, relies on his being the best in the world to do whatever he wants in the martial arts world, but in our Wang family, he doesn't dare to be too presumptuous!"
Li Muchan looked at her with a questioning look in his eyes.
Wang Xiu'e hummed: "Old lady, although I am no match for him, it is not difficult to lose both sides!"
Li Muchan nodded slowly, without asking any more questions, and suddenly thought of her trump card, which was the Dharma of self-sacrifice, which he had been taught by Mei Songwan.
Li Muchan said: "This junior is from the Mei Mansion. If you are useful, please give me your instructions...but I don't want to get involved with the Canghai Sword Sect, so I came here in disguise."
"No wonder..." Wang Xiu'e nodded.
She smiled: "Zhanran, I understand that you have such a heart."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior, although this junior is not talented and cannot handle any masters, it is always good to have a little more strength, right?"
"...Okay, just stay with me." Wang Xiu'e nodded slowly.
She pondered for a moment and then said: "You have learned the Canghai Shanzhen Sect Sword Technique, and your sword technique is already exquisite. I still have a set of sword techniques here, so I might as well teach them to you. Although they are not as good as the Canghai Nine Swords, they are still worth practicing."
"This..." Li Muchan hesitated.
Wang Xiu'e said: "The nine sects of Canghai are extremely magical. Even if you practice them, the results will be limited... The old guy keeps praising you for your amazing understanding. Practice my Yellow Dragon Flying Sword and see how good your understanding is!"
Li Muchan hesitated. How could he teach his unique skills lightly? Even though he was responsible for the important task of fighting, it was still not appropriate to teach his own swordsmanship.
He even thought that this senior might have had murderous intentions. After the competition, Yumo killed the donkey to prevent the Wang family's martial arts knowledge from being leaked.
Wang Xiu'e smiled and said: "Don't worry, this Yellow Dragon Flying Sword is the old woman's self-realization. It is not a unique skill of the Wang family. It is only one move. It doesn't matter if I pass it on to you...Besides, the old woman still hopes that you will succeed, defeat the Holy Snow Peak, and regain the ninth level."
Where’s the Marrow Cleansing Sutra!”
"Yes!" Li Muchan joined the tithe and refused no longer.
Wang Xiu'e snorted: "The old guy is so cunning. I asked you to bring me a wooden sword just because you want me to teach you the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword, and you are still playing this trick on me!"
Li Muchan was even more reassured and said with a smile: "This disciple is flattered."
Wang Xiu'e said calmly: "This sword is not so easy to practice, it depends on your understanding!"
Then, she stretched out her hand and waved.
Li Muchan knew the opportunity, flicked his sleeve, and a black light shot out and fell on her hand.
Wang Xiu'e held a small ebony sword in her right hand and slowly placed it between her eyebrows. She closed her eyes and remained motionless. After a while, she suddenly flicked the sword.
"Bang!" Like a thunderclap on the ground, the small ebony sword had sunk into the door frame of the hall, with the handle completely gone, and the tip of the sword exposed outside.
Li Muchan was startled, his hairs stood up, and his whole body suddenly became tense.
He thought to himself that if the sword was shot at him, he would not be able to avoid it. He did not see the shadow of the small sword at all. One moment it was in Wang Xiu'e's hand, and the next moment it was in the door frame.
Looking at the current appearance, you can see how heavy the sword is. Moreover, the material of the sword is also very good. It can be inserted into the door frame like an iron sword without being damaged.
Look at the door frame, it's made of unusual material, hard and strong.
Wang Xiu'e opened her eyes, smiled and asked, "Zhanran, how do you like this sword?"
Li Muchan sighed: "Amazing!... No one can take advantage of it."
"This is the sword I have created in my life." Wang Xiu'e sighed and shook her head: "It's a pity that those unworthy descendants cannot learn it... their skills are too poor, and it will be useless if they learn it!"
She looked at Li Muchan with eager eyes and said, "You are different. You have profound skills. If you can master it, you can truly unleash the power of this sword!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I hope this disciple will not disappoint his seniors."
Wang Xiu'e hummed: "If you can't learn this sword, don't even think about defeating Saint Xuefeng!"
Then, she began to explain in detail, and Li Muchan sighed. It was indeed a sword worthy of his lifetime. This sword was more complicated than the Nine Swords in the Sea. The use of internal power was so subtle and complicated that it was impossible for anyone with impure internal power to do it.