The next morning, Li Muchan got up early and practiced the Huanglong Flying Sword several times in the courtyard. As he became more proficient, his power became stronger and stronger.
The essence of this sword is to gather all the strength of the whole body into this sword. When the sword flies out, it is either life or death. Without a desperate and murderous intention, it is difficult to truly exert its power.
On the contrary, if you can calm down and concentrate all your energy and energy on this sword, it will be extremely powerful and can make the difference between life and death.
Li Muchan felt that the power of this sword could be improved. The key was not the internal strength, but the spirit. The more evil intent was incorporated, the stronger the power would be.
And I have a strong spirit. If I practice Samadhi and practice it well, I will be able to use the Huanglong Flying Sword in the future even better than Wang Xiu'e.
While he was practicing his sword, two girls in white suddenly appeared and said that the eldest son had invited him and it was time to set off.
Li Muchan finished his sword practice, put away the Dragon Song Sword, and left the house. He saw Wang Yuanchu and five others standing outside the house waiting. When he came out, Wang Yuanchu stepped forward and clasped his fists, and said with a smile: "Brother Li, let's go!"
Li Muchan cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "Okay."
The two of them have made an agreement that outside and in front of everyone, they will all be called by the surname Li. It sounds like they will not be called Zhan Ran, in order not to implicate the Canghai Sword Sect.
Although this time he went to the Nangong family for reconciliation, not for a fight, things were unpredictable. For the sake of caution, he still did not reveal his name, so as not to implicate the Canghai Sword Sect.
"Uncle Master." Wang Shuangfeng bowed.
She wore a green shirt, with autumn water as the god and white jade as the bones. She was fresh and graceful. Although her expression was light, her face was still as radiant as snow and her grace was radiant.
Li Muchan clasped his fists and smiled: "Miss Feng'er, there is no need to be polite."
"Uncle, this is..." a clear voice sounded.
Li Muchan turned around and saw that he was a handsome young man, with a strong figure and majestic air, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, and lips painted with elixir. He was a rare handsome man.
His eyes were bright and his aura was fierce, like a dragon chanting sword unsheathed.
Wang Yuanchu smiled and said: "Yingjie, this is Brother Li, please call me Uncle."
"Uncle Master?" Wang Yingjie frowned and looked at Li Muchan, disapprovingly.
Judging from his age, Li Muchan is a few years younger than him. Judging from his appearance, he is ordinary, but his skin is better, and there is no sign of strong martial arts.
He was really unconvinced that such a person was actually his uncle.
When Wang Yuanchu saw his appearance, how could he not know what he was thinking? His eyes widened and he hummed: "Yingjie, stop talking nonsense and call me uncle!"
"I've met my uncle!" Wang Yingjie had no choice but to hold his fist and quickly put it down, with a strong sense of perfunctory.
Li Muchan smiled, gave a fist in return, and didn't say much.
Wang Yuanchu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Alas... this kid Yingjie is not very capable and very arrogant. Brother Li, please ignore him!"
Li Muchan smiled and said nothing more.
Wang Yingjie's eyes flickered, he was irritated by Li Muchan's expression, he saw contempt.
Wang Yuanchu waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Okay, Yingjie, stop talking nonsense, Brother Li, come on, this is Mr. Cheng, this is Mr. Feng, and this is Brother Duanmu!"
He pointed at the two old men respectively and introduced them one by one. Mr. Cheng was kind, smiling, and full of kindness. He was dignified by the old man, and his whole body was like ice.
As for Brother Duanmu, he is a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. It is difficult to attract attention when immersed in a crowd. He only has a pair of eyes that are looking around, with a gleaming light.
Li Muchan saw the greetings one by one and smiled. His eyes stopped on Duanmu and took a few glances at this Duanmu. This man had deep inner strength, almost returning to his original nature. His inner strength was better than that of the two old men.
After seeing the ceremony, Wang Yuanchu waved his hand, and someone brought six horses. The six people galloped away from the Penglai Wang family and headed west.
The Nangong family is located in the west of Wangjia in Penglai. It takes half a month for them to travel by horse.
Li Muchan spoke little, and sat on the horse with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep. Wang Shuangfeng kept walking beside him, behind everyone.
An hour later, Wang Yingjie couldn't help it any longer. He came to Wang Shuangfeng and struck up a conversation with Li Muchan through her, trying to ask him about his origins. Li Muchan just smiled and said nothing.
Wang Shuangfeng said calmly: "Third brother, you'd better go to the front!"
Wang Yingjie smiled and said: "Sister Feng, why don't you come with uncle?"
"I don't like it." Wang Shuangfeng said lightly.
Wang Yingjie chuckled and said: "Sister Feng, who is this uncle, how come I haven't seen him before?"
"You don't need to know." Wang Shuangfeng glanced at him.
Wang Yingjie frowned and said displeasedly: "Sister Feng, can't I know?"
Wang Shuangfeng said calmly: "My ancestors ordered that the identity of my uncle should be kept secret."
Wang Yingjie's face changed slightly, he looked at Li Muchan on the other side of Wang Shuangfeng, took a deep breath, and nodded slowly: "Okay, okay, since our ancestors ordered me, I will naturally obey it!"
He was a little unwilling to give in. He glared at Li Muchan fiercely, clamped his legs together, and sped up to catch up, walking alongside Duanmu.
Wang Shuangfeng said warmly: "Uncle, I have wronged you."
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head, saying: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so jealous, no wonder he..."
Wang Shuangfeng's eyes flashed and she turned her head, her ears already turning red.
Li Muchan turned his head and glanced at her, smiled and said: "I have only made friends with each other, but Miss Feng'er, love is the most powerful weapon in the world. If you are not careful, you will hurt others and yourself, or...
It’s better to be careful.”
Wang Shuangfeng remained silent, her eyes evasive.
Li Muchan secretly laughed. Although she was dignified and elegant, she had always been with Wang Xiu'e and had experienced a lot, but after all, she was not old and her face was still tender.
Wang Yingjie, who was not far away, seemed to have heard his words and turned to glance.
Along the way, Wang Yingjie stepped back from time to time and walked side by side with Wang Shuangfeng, chatting and talking. Although Wang Shuangfeng was cold and indifferent, he never tired of it.
Li Muchan didn't say a word. When they were talking, he had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, but he was actually practicing the Canghai Sheng Gong.
During this year of seclusion, he did not practice the Canghai Shengong. He has been studying the Nine Swords of the Canghai. Now that the Nine Swords of the Canghai have been successfully completed, he has in turn practiced the Canghai Shengong.
We have reached the peak of the sixth level. I want to break through to the seventh level, but I have been unable to do so. It seems that there is a thick film that cannot be broken through.
The seventh level is the power of Zhiyin. According to Li Muchan's guess, it should be the internal power of Ren and Du's two meridians, but how to make them derive in the Dantian is difficult.
He guessed that if he wanted to understand it, he would have to understand how the heaven and earth were created. The energy was chaotic, and then divided into yin and yang, and the clear and turbid descended into heaven and earth. Although he knew it, he didn't know how it happened.
Without knowing the real situation, he cannot understand this artistic conception. Knowing but not feeling is of no use.
Everyone was galloping on horseback. It was fine and happy at first, but later it became boring, dirty and tiring, and it became a hard job.
Li Muchan was wearing a sapphire blue gown, and no dust could be seen. There was an invisible force on his body that blocked the dust from falling, but Wang Shuangfeng and others could not. Although they had deep internal strength, they were still not at this level.
At noon that day, everyone was walking on the official road under the sun. It was unbearably hot. Some of them were withered heads and brains. The same was true for Wang Yuanchu, who was majestic and energetic.
He suddenly became energetic and said: "Look!"
Everyone looked around and saw that there was a small tea shop in front of the grove beside the official road, with a canopy made of reeds and several tables and stools. There were about a dozen big men sitting and drinking tea.
There are about a dozen horses beside the woods, gnawing grass under the shade of the trees, their tails flicking and slapping their bodies, looking at ease.
Wang Yuanchu laughed and said, "What good luck. Let's go over and have a rest!"
After saying that, he reined in the horse and drove the horse down the official road. He ran to the tea shop, reined the horse, stood still, jumped off, and everyone followed him.
Li Muchan opened his eyes, glanced around, and frowned.
Wang Yingjie followed Wang Shuangfeng and saw the herbal tea on everyone's table. He swallowed his saliva and said with a smile: "Sister Feng, I finally have a place to rest. Let's have a bowl of herbal tea!"
Wang Shuangfeng said nothing and turned to look at Li Muchan.
At this time, Wang Yuanchu had already abandoned his horse, strode into the tea shop, and said loudly: "Boss, hurry up and serve us six bowls of tea!"
As he spoke, he sat down at a table. Sitting next to him were several big men who looked like martial arts figures, but their hands were empty and there was no weapon in sight.
"Here you go..." A gray-haired old man responded.
He stood in front of a table. On the table were a large teapot with a long spout and a stack of large bowls. It was very simple. He came over holding the teapot with a long spout in one hand and a stack of bowls in the other.
Li Muchan sat down, looked around, and watched the old man slowly come over, put down a stack of bowls, then filled them one by one, and then stepped back: "Please use it at your leisure, gentlemen."
Li Muchan suddenly spoke and said warmly: "Old man, how much does a bowl cost?"
Wang Yingjie glanced at him and revealed a hint of sneer, as if he was blaming Li Muchan for asking such a simple and childish question.
The old man chuckled and said: "Five cents a bowl, the child sister-in-law is not deceived!"
His face is wrinkled, his brows are full of horizontal lines, he looks like he is bitter and resentful, his eyes are cloudy, and his face is full of smiles, which makes people feel sad and sympathetic.
Wang Yingjie laughed quickly and said: "A bowl costs five cents, it's really cheap!"
Wang Shuangfeng looked at him and frowned slightly.
Wang Yingjie's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly regretted talking too much. Normally, he wouldn't be so frivolous, but in front of this young Master Li, he couldn't help but feel angry.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Old man, five cents a bowl is really not expensive. There will be a lot of people drinking at the end of the day, right?"
"Haha, not bad, not bad." The old man smiled and nodded.
Wang Yuanchu and others were also veterans of the martial arts world, so they did not lose their vigilance. When they saw Li Muchan chatting with the old man, the bowl stopped when it reached his mouth, and they all looked over.