Although it was complicated, the formula was not long. Li Muchan had a photographic memory and remembered it quickly.
Wang Xiu'e said: "You have a good memory, which will save you a lot of trouble... first you can understand it yourself and see how far you can understand it, and then we will explain the key points in two days."
"Yes." Li Muchan nodded, knowing that this method is the best. It is similar to the method taught by great uncle, and has the best effect. It seems slow, but it is actually fast.
Compared with the martial arts taught in Mei Mansion, the methods taught by these two people are much better, and they are worthy of everyone.
"Come here!" Wang Xiu'e slapped her face.
"Old ancestors." Two girls in white floated in. They had good faces and slender figures. Although they were not extremely beautiful, they were still graceful and charming.
The most striking thing is that the two are actually twins, who look almost identical.
Wang Xiu'e said: "Take him to Tianshui Courtyard and no one else is allowed to disturb him!"
"Yes." The two girls in white nodded and led Li Muchan out of the main hall and to a small courtyard on the east side. It was exquisite yet grand, and the scenery was impressive.
There are rockeries on both sides, and in the middle is a flower garden with hundreds of flowers blooming and fragrant fragrance. Next to the flower garden is a swing and a stone table.
Li Muchan came to the stone table and sat down. Two girls in white followed him and whispered: "We can prepare whatever tea or food the young master likes."
Li Muchan said casually, and the two women stepped away and said before leaving: "Master, if you have any errands, please say hello and we will be outside."
Li Muchan nodded, smiled, and thanked the two women.
Watching them leave, Li Muchan withdrew his gaze and thought of what he saw today.
It is strange that the ancestor of the Wang family looks so young. Furthermore, she has a rather strange personality, cold and eager. It is obvious that she thinks highly of the Wang family.
However, the fact that she actually passed on the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword was not in line with her temperament.
Previously, he used his telepathy to prevent her from passing on her fake sword skills, but she didn't expect it to be true. She was full of enthusiasm and hope, desperately trying to improve herself and defeat Sheng Xuefeng.
Sheng Xuefeng was her biggest worry. In order to defeat Sheng Xuefeng, let alone teach her martial arts, she was willing to lose all her skills.
Being so eager, Li Muchan felt a little guilty.
However, the Huanglong Flying Sword was indeed a masterpiece. What he was thinking about was not the sword technique, but the flying knife.
He hasn't practiced his flying knives for a long time. Since he started practicing martial arts, there have been very few opportunities to use flying knives. At critical moments, he mostly uses the technique of sacrificing one's life or the burning lamp technique instead of throwing knives.
However, after all, this is the Kung Fu he has practiced since he was a child. The Kung Fu he has accumulated over time has become very refined. If there is a chance to improve it, it would be the best.
This Yellow Dragon Flying Sword is perfect for controlling flying knives. When this sword is struck, nothing can stop it. It can really be used as the last weapon.
He looked up at the sky and simulated the sword in his mind. From a distance, he seemed to be in a daze, with only his fingers trembling slightly as his mind wandered.
He usually doesn't go out of the small courtyard, either to practice the Nine Swords of the Sea, or to comprehend the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword. He lives a leisurely and quiet life, as if he only concentrates on practicing martial arts and ignores external affairs.
At dusk on the third day, while he was practicing, he suddenly noticed something strange. It seemed that the atmosphere of the entire palace had undergone subtle changes and was different from before.
He was surprised and called out, and immediately two girls appeared and pushed the door open.
Two young girls came forward, bowed politely, and said in a sweet voice: "Master, what are your orders?"
Li Muchan asked: "What happened outside?"
The two women were surprised, looked at each other, and shook their heads: "Sir, it's nothing. We have been outside, so we don't know."
Li Muchan said: "Take me to the door."
"Yes." The two women responded, leading Li Muchan through the two courtyards and arriving at the outermost main gate. At this time, dozens of disciples were standing outside the gate.
Li Muchan didn't see Wang Xiu'e, only the handsome middle-aged man, who must be the head of the Penglai Wang family. Behind him stood more than thirty disciples, a dozen middle-aged people, and more than twenty young people, all with angry faces.
, staring angrily at the three people opposite.
The handsome middle-aged man's face was gloomy, his eyes were like lightning, and he sneered: "Senior Hou, this is too much to bully others, and my palace will never agree to it!"
The thin old man opposite sneered and hummed: "Okay, if you don't agree, then we'll start a fight. Let's see whose fist is stronger!"
He has a skinny figure and a thin face that looks like it could be blown away by a gust of wind. His clothes are dangling on his body, as if he has only bones and no flesh.
The handsome middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and he suppressed his anger and hummed: "You want us to hand over people, unless our Wang family members are dead!"
The skinny old man sneered: "If you hand over people, one person will die. If you don't hand over people, no one knows how many people will die... Mr. Wang, I want to give you a piece of advice, your small arms can't twist your thighs. Those who know the current affairs are the ones who know the current affairs.
Junjie!"
The handsome middle-aged man gritted his teeth, looked firm, and slowly shook his head.
The skinny old man sighed and shook his head: "Oh... then it's no wonder we are the ones to blame. Lao Zhang and Lao Xiao, let's just do it!"
"It should have been like this a long time ago, why waste so much words!" An old man with silver hair and frosty eyebrows snorted, with a face full of impatience, waving his hands and saying: "I won't cry until I see the coffin, I won't give up until I reach the Yellow River, and I won't kill him once.
, I thought our Nangong family was joking with them!"
"Alas... I have to show mercy to others." The thin old man sighed.
Another majestic man hummed: "Brother Hou, you are just like a girl! ... Stop talking nonsense and wait until you hit me!"
After saying that, he pulled out his long knife, kicked his foot on the ground, and rushed towards the handsome middle-aged man with a blast of cold lightning.
When the other two people saw him taking action, they also rushed forward. The handsome middle-aged man stepped forward to meet him, and a dozen middle-aged men followed him. A dozen or so middle-aged men surrounded the three, forming a fighting group.
The martial arts of these three people are extremely high, but these dozen middle-aged men are also very mediocre. They cooperate with each other tacitly, and their martial arts are also first-rate. Five or six of them can barely stop one person.
Li Muchan stood in the crowd, watching the fight, shaking his head. The masters of the Nangong family were only of this level? It was too far behind.
Over the past year, he has been fighting with people from the martial arts hall. Unknowingly, his horizons have improved. If he saw such a fight a year ago, he would have found it exciting.
Looking at it now, it is nothing short of ordinary. Everyone has flaws, but the opponent cannot seize the opportunity. He looks anxious and feels sorry for them.
After watching for a while, he shook his head again, feeling that it was not interesting. He looked around and saw that people were looking at it intently, very focused and excited.
He was a little bored, really bored, and sighed: "Let's go back."
"Yes, young master." The two girls hurriedly averted their eyes, looked at him again reluctantly, and followed Li Muchan back to his small courtyard.
Li Muchan sat back at the stone table again, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, while meditating on the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword.
The Huanglong Flying Sword looks simple, but it is not easy to actually activate it. It involves some spiritual things, not just internal force transfer.
The source of power of the Huanglong Feijian is the killing intention. Only when there is killing intention in the heart, the internal force will be condensed and turned into real power, which will burst out and hit the target at the fastest speed.
It's not that difficult to practice just carrying it with internal force.
Things on the spiritual level are so mysterious that they can only be understood but cannot be explained in words. Even if Wang Xiu'e, who created this sword technique, wanted to pass it on to everyone, there was nothing she could do.
For Li Muchan, these mysterious and mysterious things are not difficult. He has a strong spirit and can clearly feel things that others cannot feel.
In the past three days, he had figured out the way. As he understood the Huanglong Flying Sword, he began to admire Wang Xiu'e more and more.
It is true that people become better with age. Such a wonderful sword could be created by her. It really felt like a masterful hand made by nature. He admired it very much.
A flying knife suddenly appeared in his palm, flashed for a moment, and then disappeared again.
Then, the small sword appeared in his palm. He raised his hand and flicked it. With a muffled "bang" sound, a stone on the rockery exploded and turned into countless small pebbles, several of which fell into the flower bed.
Two girls in white appeared at the door, staring in surprise and looking at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I'm practicing."
The two women took a look at the rockery. One of the stones had disappeared, and the rockery looked a little strange.
After the two women exited, Li Muchan floated closer. The wooden sword was embedded in a palm-sized stone without any damage.
This is of course due to the material of the wooden sword, but also to the magic of the Huanglong Feijian. The sword contains strange internal power, and even the softest material can become as sharp as a sword.
Suddenly there was applause outside the door, and Wang Xiu'e slowly walked in: "Okay! Okay! The old guy really didn't lie, your understanding is indeed extraordinary!"
"Senior, that's a compliment." Li Muchan cupped his fists and saluted.
He always clasped his fists in salute and never did anything in front of outsiders. He always reminded himself to change his original habits so as not to reveal his identity.
"Once you practice this sword, you can conquer the world." Wang Xiu'e said, sitting down in front of the stone table and pointing to the seat in front of her.
Li Muchan sat opposite her, lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword to see if there was any damage.
Wang Xiu'e said: "It seems that you have completely understood this sword. I will talk about it again. Please listen carefully."
Li Muchan listened carefully. Wang Xiu'e's explanation became easier to understand. Li Muchan had already understood it, but he benefited a lot from listening to it now.
Wang Xiu'e showed a smile and said: "Now that you have learned the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword, it's time to set off!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "I'd better wait for a while."
Wang Xiu'e smiled faintly, with a stern expression and a sense of arrogance, and hummed: "Don't worry, the Nangong family doesn't dare to do anything to us!"
Li Muchan didn't believe it. No matter what, he couldn't just sit back and watch, even for the sake of Mei Mansion.