In the early morning, there was a group of people standing on Canghai Mountain. The master with bamboo eyebrows was at the head, with almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks. He was charming and charming. The moon-white robes were fluttering in the morning breeze, and he looked like an immortal.
Behind her were the direct disciples, and Xiao Yuan followed Gong Qingyun, tiptoeing and looking out, mumbling: Why aren't you here, why aren't you here.
Gong Qingyun was wearing a Yuebai Luo shirt, and her delicate face was as plain as day, as if nothing had happened. Only a pair of eyes twinkled like morning stars, and she glanced down the mountain from time to time.
Standing here, looking down at the entire mountain steps, even though there are floating clouds covering our eyes, we can still see the foot of the mountain through the gaps in the clouds.
The outer disciples were coming and going, carrying big wooden barrels up and down, either with difficulty or with ease. When they saw Master Zhumei and his party, they hurriedly bowed and saluted.
When they were far away, they whispered, I wonder which distinguished guest is coming to Canghai Mountain, why is it so grand, the master rarely goes to Wuji Hall!
After some discussion, they talked about the direct disciples, especially the two newcomers, Senior Sister Mei and Senior Sister Gong, who not only have amazing talents, but also have an alluring appearance and temperament.
"Come on, come on!" Xiao Yuan suddenly jumped up and called out sweetly, shaking Gong Qingyun's arm vigorously.
Gong Qingyun stared down, and through the gap between the clouds, she saw a familiar figure at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help but smile.
Xiao Yuan hurriedly said: "Let's go down and greet him, okay?"
Master Zhumei shook her head and said with a sweet smile: "We are not a distinguished guest. What are we going to do when we go down the mountain... If we want to go down, Xiaoyuan, please go down!"
Gong Qingyun pulled her gently, and Xiao Yuan wanted to agree, but quickly shut up and shook her head.
Master Zhumei glanced at Gong Qingyun and said with a smile: "Why did this brat bring a woman with him?"
They were also aware of Li Yujiao's existence, and they all speculated that the girl they had brought from nowhere must have a slim figure and good looks.
Mei Ruolan shook her head, Gong Qingyun frowned, and Xiao Yuan snorted: "Could it be a woman from the Wang family?"
At the bottom of the mountain, Li Muchan and the others walked slowly, one step at a time, with the outer disciples coming and going beside them. When they passed by, they all greeted each other with greetings: "I've met the senior sister" and "I've met the sixth senior brother."
Li Yujiao raised her head to look at the stone steps hanging straight into the sky, then turned to look at Li Muchan: "Brother, why don't we use Qinggong to go up?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Our rules at Canghai Mountain are that unless there is something important, disciples must not use light skills or internal strength when climbing mountains. They must go step by step."
"It's really weird!" Li Yujiao shook her head, feeling baffled.
Li Muchan said: "This is also the hard work of the seniors of Canghai Mountain. They are ordinary people, do not use martial arts to take advantage of others, understand the hardships of ordinary people, and cherish martial arts."
Li Muchan understood that there was another layer. The seniors of Canghai Mountain realized the importance of the body, which was the foundation of everything and could not be replaced by internal force.
This is what he admires the most about the seniors in Canghai Mountain. They are truly far-sighted.
Wen Yinyue suddenly said: "Master is waiting for us above."
Li Muchan looked up and could only see a patch of white clouds. There were several faint figures standing at the top of the stairs. He moved his power into his eyes, like a telescope zooming in, and he could see clearly immediately.
He smiled and said: "Master is too polite, we are not distinguished guests!"
Wen Yinyue said: "You are not an honored guest, but Miss Li is."
Li Yujiao pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "I don't dare to take it seriously, I just came here to have fun."
Li Muchan shook his head. Both women were beautiful and had superb martial arts skills. They were both rare and extraordinary women. When they met together, they couldn't get along well with each other.
Although the eldest sister is extremely arrogant, Li Yujiao has also been favored since childhood. The eldest sister of Sheng Xuefeng is respected by everyone. When the two of them meet together, they are like two hedgehogs.
He simply didn't care, pretending not to see or hear, and walked his own way leisurely, finding the two beauties pleasing to the eye.
Step by step, Li Yujiao walked up. After all, Li Yujiao had not undergone such training. Although her internal strength was strong, her physique was still weak. Halfway through, she was panting and dripping with sweat.
Another person, who is not a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect, does not have to abide by this rule. If Wen Yinyue were not here and there were only Li Muchan and her, she would not be so strong.
But now, with Wen Yin Yue here and without any internal strength, she naturally refused to be left behind and followed the rules, relying only on her body's strength to move up.
Step by step, halfway through, nearly a thousand steps passed. Her physical fitness was far better than that of ordinary people. She still felt as if her legs were filled with lead and were as heavy as a stone.
Li Muchan pretended not to notice and walked slowly behind. Wen Yinyue looked at the surrounding scenery. Li Yujiao glanced at her bright eyes, quickly retracted, took a deep breath, and still gave up the idea of practicing martial arts.
She was not convinced and looked at the disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect, carrying two buckets on their shoulders and walking as fast as flying to the top of the mountain. The martial arts of these people were insignificant in her eyes.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her fatigue, and continued walking up. Sweat dripped down her temples and fell on the rocks with a crisp sound.
Li Muchan was behind her, smiling and shaking his head, stretching out his little finger in his sleeve, and a soft inner force like spring breeze was injected into her vest, flowing along the meridians.
Li Yujiao perked up, turned around, looked back, and glared at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled but said nothing.
Li Yujiao rolled her eyes at him, turned around and continued walking, her steps suddenly becoming lighter. She was secretly annoyed by Li Muchan's nosy, but also a little happy.
Wen Yinyue didn't notice Li Muchan's movements. Now that her internal energy had dissipated, her senses were far less sharp than usual.
Li Muchan's inner strength was pure, and even though he only had one finger, he supported Li Yujiao to the top of the mountain and saw Master Zhumei and the others.
Li Muchan hurriedly took a few steps forward and prostrated to the ground: "Master!"
Master Zhumei looked him over, nodded and said, "The way you are dressed, you look like a talented person. Are you thinking of something vulgar?"
Her moon-white monk's robe was fluttering, her beautiful face was full of smiles, and she was graceful. As she spoke, she glanced at Li Yujiao, pursed her lips and smiled softly.
Li Yujiao's face turned red and she hurriedly stepped forward to pay her respects: "Disciple Sheng Xuefeng Li Yujiao, I have met Master Tai!"
Master Zhumei smiled and said: "It turns out he is a senior disciple from a famous family. Get up quickly. There is no need to be polite... Li... Yu... Jiao, could it be the eldest disciple of Saint Xuefeng, Snowflake Divine Sword Li Yujiao?"
"Exactly the disciple." Li Yujiao smiled lightly and stood next to Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master, thanks to Junior Sister Li escorting me all the way this time, otherwise, Master, you will never see me again!"
Master Zhumei raised her eyebrows and said: "What kind of guys are provoking someone? After a while, take people down to regain the place. They are quite courageous and dare to bully us from Canghaishan!...Miss Li, I am useless."
My disciple, I’m sorry for bothering you. I’m very grateful. Please——!”
After saying that, she turned sideways and asked Li Yujiao to come forward.
Li Yujiao glanced at Li Muchan, who smiled and nodded. Li Yujiao pondered for a moment, walked forward, and walked side by side with Master Zhumei to the Wuji Hall.
Xiao Yuan came close to Li Muchan and glared at him fiercely. Gong Qingyun also glanced lightly. Mei Ruolan shook her head, disapproving.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly, but did not argue.
Everyone entered the Wuji Hall and sat down separately. Master Zhumei asked what happened. Li Muchan explained everything one by one, neither exaggerating nor minimizing. Xiao Yuan's expression changed and his hands clenched tightly.
After about a cup of tea, Li Muchan finished speaking and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.
Master Zhumei smiled and said: "It's a good thing that you took one step ahead and sent the letter to Yinyue, otherwise, you would have been in really bad luck this time!"
Li Muchan nodded: "Senior Sister, go out and sweep the holes, no one can block our way!"
Wen Yinyue smiled faintly.
Master Zhumei hummed: "You are thinking too much, why don't you reveal your identity? They know you are a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect, so they are always a little worried."
Li Muchan shook his head: "They are so greedy for profit that they have no scruples. If I reveal my identity, I can only force them to kill someone to silence me...so Master, there is no need to find anyone to settle the score. They don't know my identity in the first place. It's not like I won't betray Canghai."
The face of the mountain.”
"Well, that's true." Master Zhumei nodded, waved her hand and said: "Okay, you go to the back mountain to meet my uncle. If you go late, you will be scolded!"
Li Muchan stood up: "Yes, Xiao Yuan, please help me entertain Junior Sister Li!"
"I know!" Xiao Yuan rolled her eyes at him and replied loudly.
Li Muchan returned to his house, changed into a moon-white monk's robe, and walked slowly to the back mountain with a cool and unrestrained demeanor.
There is an arrogant figure in the small pavilion, with his back to this side. In the gentle breeze, Lan Chun and his yellow shirt are fluttering. His waist is straight and his body is as tall as a pine tree.
"Great uncle." Li Muchan stepped forward and paid homage.
Lan Chunhe turned around, looked at him, frowned and hummed: "You haven't mastered the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Disciple is ashamed."
"Huh, idiot!" Lan Chunhe snorted with a straight face and said, "Let me go there to learn the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "Disciple fights all the way to deal with the red-eyed people, without caring about cultivation... He will retreat once in two days to meditate and meditate."
"Yes." Lan Chunhe nodded, his face relaxed, and said: "But, there is no time for retreat!"
He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Li Muchan: "You will set off in a few days to go to the Northwest Protectorate and join the army."
Li Muchan was startled and said in surprise: "Great uncle, I want to join the army?"
"Yes." Lan Chunhe nodded and said in a deep voice: "This time, you must not use the name of the Canghai Sword Sect, remain anonymous, and start from the bottom."
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said, "Great uncle, why is this?"
"You think about it yourself!" Lan Chunhe hummed and waved his hand: "Okay, go ahead, when will you become a general and when will you return to the mountain!"
"Then this is..." Li Muchan looked at the envelope.
Lan Chunhe said: "This is your new identity. From now on, you will use this identity to walk in the army."
"...Yes!" Li Muchan pondered for a moment and nodded slowly.