He put down the book, looked up, and heard a knock on the door outside: "Is anyone there?"
Li Muchan raised his voice and said, "Please come in."
He put the book back in its place, stood up and left the house, meeting Yan Lengsi in the yard. He was walking in when he saw Li Muchan hurriedly stopped.
His honest and honest face turned red, and he hurriedly said: "Hello, Master Mingkong, I am Yan Lengsi, please call me Xiao Yan."
Li Muchan smiled: "Xiao Yan, how old are you?"
"Eighteen!" Yan Lengsi said hurriedly.
Li Muchan nodded and said with a smile: "Then I really want to call you Xiao Yan. I'm twenty, so you can call me monk. Come on, sit inside."
"Okay." Yan Lengsi nodded hurriedly and followed Li Muchan into the house. Li Muchan lit the candle, the light was bright, and the breeze in the room was like daytime.
Yan Lengsi sat on the chair neatly, with his hands on his knees and his posture upright.
Because there was no water for tea, Li Muchan said apologetically: "I'm sorry if there is no water for tea."
Yan Lengsi hurriedly said: "The water is in the well outside, I will help you get it!"
After that, without waiting for Li Muchan to agree, he jumped out. There was a muffled "bang" sound outside the house soon. He followed him out to take a look, but there was no sign of Yan Lengsi.
He turned around and looked around, hearing that the movement was in the rockery. He hurriedly walked over to take a look, and saw a hole under the rockery. He walked along the hole and entered, and Yan Lengsi was inside.
There was an octagonal well under his feet, and he was pulling a rope. He lifted it a few times and quickly pulled out a wooden barrel, which was filled with clear light.
He smiled and said: "It turns out there is a mechanism here."
Yan Lengsi carried the barrel like firewood, bent down and walked out of the cave, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji and the others said they built a rockery above the well to prevent someone from poisoning."
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Li Muchan nodded, it was really interesting.
These old men usually have nothing to do, so they may just ponder these fantastic ideas.
He stretched out his hand to take the bucket, but Yan Lengsi quickly dodged and avoided it. He insisted on bringing it to the kitchen next to him, filled the kettle with a wooden ladle, added firewood under the pot, lit it, blew twice, and the firewood immediately
Burning, the fire is strong.
Seeing how skillfully he did it, Li Muchan smiled and said, "Is this the only way to boil water here?"
Yan Lengsi stared at the fire intently. The fire light danced and illuminated his eyes. He was focused and serious, as if he was doing something earth-shattering.
Li Muchan asked again, and then he replied and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I have to go out to collect firewood every day. Master and the others use a lot of firewood."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Is it hard?... It's better this time. I'm here. The two of us can do it together. It will be much easier."
Yan Lengsi shook his head hurriedly and said with a naive smile: "It's not hard, it's not hard... I can just do it by myself, I'm not tired at all."
Li Muchan smiled, did not argue anymore, squatted next to him, and was infected by his seriousness and concentration.
Li Muchan added a piece of firewood to the inside and asked with a smile: "Xiao Yan, are all the more than a dozen seniors masters?"
"Yes." Yan Lengsi nodded and said with a smile: "Each of them has advanced kung fu. It's a pity that I am stupid and can only learn one."
"Which senior is it from?" Li Muchan asked, then smiled and said, "Let me guess, is it Senior Li?"
"...Monk, did you really guess it?...Did Master tell you?" Yan Lengsi was surprised at first, and then suddenly realized.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "You can tell at a glance by your appearance and expression. Moreover, your movements are somewhat similar to those of Senior Li. You should have inherited his mantle."
"Is it really the same?" Yan Lengsi asked happily, scratching his head: "Master keeps scolding me for being stupid, but I haven't learned even 10% or 20% of what he taught me."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "In my opinion, Senior Li is too concerned and too impatient. I think you have practiced well and are very strong."
"Yes, what I practice is called Xuan Mang Da Da Gong, which specializes in strength training." Yan Lengsi said hurriedly.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Then you must be very strong. How about we compete?"
As soon as he heard about the powerful skill, his heart was ready to move. He didn't want to see how strong Yan Lengsi was, but wanted to test how strong his own strength was.
"This..." Yan Lengsi was a little embarrassed.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I also have a lot of strength. I am able to come here because of my natural power. Let's compare and see who is stronger."
"That's good." Yan Leng thought for a moment and showed excitement.
He has been staying with the elders and being trained all day long. Although he goes out to collect firewood every day, he has never fought against others, and he doesn't know how far he has trained.
However, the master kept scolding him, saying that he was stupid, that he was so stupid that he could only practice this mysterious and powerful skill in the years of the monkey. He also felt that he was very bad, but he didn't know how bad he was.
Li Muchan stretched out his palms and said with a smile: "Let's push each other with our palms to see who can push the other."
"Okay." This move was exactly what Yan Lengsi meant. He didn't want to start a fight as soon as they met and hurt the harmony. It would be best to try this.
He stretched out his right palm and touched Li Muchan's right palm. The two stood up and stood in a lunge at the same time. Li Muchan smiled and said: "You call start."
"Well... let's start!" Yan Lengsi nodded seriously, then suddenly shouted, and Li Muchan immediately pushed him out.
Li Muchan laughed and said, "Come on, do it again!"
Yan Lengsi's face turned red and he shouted to start, but he didn't react and was already defeated before he could use his strength.
No wonder Master keeps scolding himself for being stupid and slow, it is indeed true.
Yan Lengsi opened his eyes wide, coughed, shook his arm, and then stretched out his hand solemnly, touching Li Muchan's right hand.
He slowly counted his breaths, and then said softly: "Get ready..., start!"
The muscles all over his body tightened violently, and they moved at the same time as the shout. His whole body was like nails, motionless, his eyes widened, and his arms gradually grew thicker.
Li Muchan's smile remained unchanged, his expression remained as usual, his breathing was steady, and he felt secretly relieved. Although Yan Lengsi was extremely powerful, he was still inferior to himself.
He was so far behind that he restrained his hands and feet. Li Muchan was surprised when he saw that his whole body was getting thicker and thicker, as if he had grown stronger, and the strength in his hands was getting stronger and stronger.
The veins were winding on his face. Yan Lengsi held in his breath and exerted all his strength without letting up no matter what, as if he had to push Li Muchan away.
Li Muchan didn't move, gradually increased his strength, and dealt with it carefully. He felt that if he was not careful, the boat might capsize in the gutter. Yan Lengsi's resilience was amazing.
As time passed, the firewood burned with a "crackling" sound, breaking the tranquility in the room. Yan Lengsi's veins were bulging, his face was ferocious, and he stared at Li Muchan like an enemy.
"His..." The kettle suddenly made a hissing sound, and the water was obviously about to boil. Li Muchan smiled and remained motionless, letting Yan Lengsi work hard.
After a while, a "gurgling" sound was heard, and white gas came out of the kettle.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Xiao Yan, let's just make peace."
Having said that, he slowly withdrew his strength. Yan Leng was still thinking, but seeing that Li Muchan had withdrawn first, he had no choice but to follow suit, otherwise he would not be able to win with force.
He put down his hand, and sweat poured down from his body. His back was wet in an instant, and the sweat dripped down, fell to the ground, and blended into the soil.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "As expected, I am worthy of Xuan Mang's great power. I have never met an opponent with this magical power. Today I have met one."
Yan Lengsi shook his head, looking downcast: "Monk, I'm not as good as you."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Absolutely. With 80% of my strength, you are definitely the strongest among the people I have ever met."
"Really?" Yan Lengsi asked hurriedly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am a monk, how can I lie?"
Yan Lengsi asked hurriedly: "What about Master?...Master said he wanted to find trouble for you."
As he spoke, he scratched his head and said with an embarrassed look, "Master said that if someone as stupid as me is found again, he might as well find a rope and kill himself."
"Haha..." Li Muchan shook his head and laughed, then picked up the kettle and went out.
Li Muchan and Yan Lengsi made tea, sat at the Eight Immortals table in the room, and talked about the rules here.
Yan Lengsi shook his head: "I don't know what,...get up on time every day, and then practice martial arts with the master. I practice all afternoon in the morning, go out to the city to collect firewood in the afternoon, and do whatever I want in the evening. Master doesn't care."
Li Muchan nodded, it seemed to be very regular, just like in the Xiaoqi Camp, as long as you follow the time.
"Senior Li taught you alone?" Li Muchan asked.
Yan Leng thought: "Master Li teaches, while the other masters watch and give pointers."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Xiao Yan, how long have you been studying?"
"It's been a year." Yan Leng thought.
"Oh——?" Li Muchan was startled. He didn't expect that he had been practicing for so long. He smiled and said, "How about entering the country?"
Yan Leng thought: "That's great... I couldn't hold Shi Dunzi before, but now I can hold him and run for a long time."
Li Muchan said slowly: "Can Senior Li teach you other martial arts?"
Yan Lengsi nodded: "Well, there is also a set of sword skills."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It must be a unique skill. I don't know how the seniors can teach me."
Yan Leng thought: "You have to choose a master, Master Ji is the best, but it's a pity that he doesn't seem to teach disciples."
The two were chatting, and suddenly there was the sound of footsteps. Old Man Li strode in. When he saw the two of them sitting at the table talking, he was startled and hummed: "Hey, you two can talk well!"
Li Muchan stood up and performed a military salute: "Senior Li."
"Master Li." Yan Lengsi stood up and saluted solemnly, which was completely different from Li Muchan's casual manner.
Old Man Li waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I'm not an outsider. I can just save these red tapes. Come on, come and have dinner with me!"
After saying that, he turned around and left, in high spirits.
Li Muchan glanced at Yan Lengsi, who said excitedly: "Master, is there something good to eat?"
"No." Old Man Li walked in front, slipping into the dusk: "Hurry up, hurry up, we'll be robbed by these old guys later!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "What good food should I eat?"
Yan Lengsi said excitedly: "It should be a tiger..., hurry up, hurry up, it's too late!"
He grabbed Li Muchan's arm and ran out. Li Muchan followed him. The two of them followed closely behind Old Man Li and walked west to a large house on the west side.
This large room is like a hall, very bright and spacious, with only a large purple wood table in the middle, which is two meters wide and extends to the entire hall, from the door to the base of the wall.
Tables and chairs were placed along the long table. At this time, a dozen old men were already sitting at the table, waving their chopsticks around, making a ball, and chewing in their mouths.
When Li Muchan saw it, his eyes immediately lit up, but he saw two large pots of meat in the middle, which looked like braised pork. The aroma was overflowing and made people salivate.
He had never smelled this kind of fragrance, but it had a fatal attraction, so he couldn't help but move forward.
"Little monk, you are a monk and cannot eat meat, so it's just right!" Old Man Li sat down first and joined in the snatching process.
Everyone's chopsticks became weapons, entangled with each other, forming a tight blockade. Anyone who wanted to break through and grab a piece of meat would be provoked by the crowd and attack.
It was extremely difficult to eat a piece of meat. Some didn't eat a bite, while others ate several pieces, happily and triumphantly.
Yan Lengsi sighed, shook his head and said: "Monk, we can't catch anything to eat!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Seniors, although I am a monk, I don't have to keep the precepts. I still have to eat meat. Where are the chopsticks?"
Old Man Li pointed behind him and saw a tube of chopsticks lying there: "It's over there. If you can, come and grab it. If you can't grab it, you'll starve!"
Li Muchan looked at Yan Lengsi, who gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously: "Well, give it a try!"
"Okay, this is right, let's unite." Li Muchan laughed, turned around and picked up three pairs of chopsticks, and sat down with Yan Lengsi next to Old Man Li.
Old Man Li's chubby face was full of longing. He stared at the braised pork, his Adam's apple rolled, and he made a clear swallowing sound, which made Li Muchan chuckle secretly.
His face was as if nothing had happened, and he turned around and said: "Xiao Yan, you come here to hold him, I will cover you."
"Okay." Yan Lengsi responded excitedly, eager to try.
As he spoke, he thrust his chopsticks forward and held a pot of braised pork in front of him. Several pairs of chopsticks immediately surrounded him, trying to block it.
Another pair of chopsticks suddenly appeared and struck them quickly. They trembled immediately and the chopsticks paused. Yan Lengsi took the opportunity to grab a piece of meat, and the aroma was a little stronger.
Yan Lengsi was startled for a moment and paused with his chopsticks. He didn't expect to catch the meat so easily. At this time, several pairs of chopsticks came at him.
Seeing that something was not going well, Li Muchan moved his other hand and tapped the chopsticks. The four pairs of chopsticks moved at the same time, as fast as lightning, and knocked on the other pairs of chopsticks.
Yan Lengsi came back to his senses and hurriedly took it back with a happy face. Just as he was about to put it to Li Muchan's mouth, there was a crisp "pop" sound, and Old Man Li's chopsticks came like lightning.
The soup and meat flew out together. Yan Lengsi's smile froze and he looked at the empty chopsticks and then at Li Muchan.
But he saw that Li Muchan had already participated in the fight. His four pairs of chopsticks were quick and agile, and he used their strength to display the flying dragon spear technique to the fullest.
Although the chopsticks of a dozen old men were either sharp and awe-inspiring, or thick and steady, or as dense as rain, or as violent as thunder, they were really powerful, but Li Muchan was able to participate in them and not fall behind.
However, he had the advantage of having two pairs of chopsticks, otherwise he would not have been an opponent, and the chopsticks would have been knocked away long ago.
Although Yan Lengsi reacted slowly, under Li Muchan's guidance and the two of them cooperated sincerely, they each managed to eat two pieces of meat. Li Muchan felt it was indescribably delicious.
In the end, most of the two pots of meat were snatched away by Old Man Li. He was very strong and very fast, and he often snatched away a piece of meat unexpectedly. If Li Muchan hadn't destroyed it, he would have broken Old Man Li.
Old Man Li kept mumbling, saying that the smelly monk was seeking revenge, which was extremely unkind, and that the debt must be settled, so he should just wait.
After Li Muchan ate two pieces of meat, he felt that his body was heating up, his internal energy was rolling, and there was a slight increase. It seemed that it was indeed not ordinary meat, maybe it was actually tiger meat.
After everyone had eaten, they sat at the table and chatted.
Mr. Ji took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth carefully, and said with a smile: "Mingkong, we have already discussed it. You can practice the small dragon form for now. As for the other things, it depends on your energy. If you have enough time, you can take other tasks."
Learn some kung fu."
Li Muchan said: "Mr. Ji, I want to learn the art of war."
"The Art of War?" Mr. Ji was startled, looked at everyone, and said with a smile: "Why do you think of learning the Art of War? At such a young age, you are quite ambitious."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am determined to be a general, so I naturally have to learn military tactics. Moreover, I am very interested in Qimen Dunjia."
"Qi Men Dun Jia?" Mr. Ji frowned, shook his head and sighed: "Why do you want to learn this?... Listen to my advice and forget it."
Li Muchan shook his head with a firm look on his face: "Qi Men Dun Jia seems to be exploring the mysteries of heaven and earth, almost like a Tao. I really want to understand."
Ji Lao sighed: "Once you study this, you will accomplish nothing...most people will study for a lifetime and never learn anything. It's too difficult!"
An old man next to him smiled and said: "Mr. Ji, this little monk is so smart. Let him learn how to do it for half a month. If he has no talent, how about giving up as soon as possible?"
"Well, that's an idea." Mr. Ji nodded slowly and looked at Li Muchan: "How about it?"
"...Okay." Li Muchan nodded and said with a smile, "I wonder which senior can teach me?"
"There's no one else, of course it's Old Ji!" Old Man Li snorted, tilting his head and squinting at Li Muchan: "Young monk, in my opinion, you should give up this intention as soon as possible, because you still want to learn Qi Men Dun Jia
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Li Muchan smiled and said: "You will know whether it succeeds or not only after trying it."
"Yeah, maybe Mingkong really has this talent." Mr. Ji smiled kindly.
The next day, Li Muchan got up early and walked out of the small courtyard. He saw that there were already people on the martial arts training ground. Twelve old men, plus Yan Lengsi, were all standing motionless in the morning breeze.
Li Muchan knew at a glance that they were practicing Zhuang Kung Fu, which is a martial art in the military. Zhuang Kung Fu is often a way to regulate breath and internal strength and enhance internal strength.
Li Muchan walked over and was about to speak when Old Man Li turned his head and cheered: "Hit him! Beat him!"
Immediately, the two old men rushed towards him. From stillness to movement, as fast as lightning, they hit Li Muchan head-on. Their fists and palms struck each other like thunder.
Li Muchan reacted very quickly and was already vaguely aware of it, so he used every move and the three of them started fighting. Yan Lengsi watched in fascination and received a slap from Old Man Li, telling him to focus on practicing his own skills.
Li Muchan's internal strength is not as deep as the two of them. After all, they have cultivated for decades. Although Li Muchan's internal strength has improved quickly, it is still a bit behind.
However, his natural supernatural power made up for the gap in internal strength. Although he was still inferior, he made up for it through the indestructible power of the Vajra and his exquisite moves.
Moreover, he was able to use his mind in multiple ways. He used his hands to perform different moves, which was like two people. The strength of the two old men was often drawn to the opposite side by him, and he used their strength to fight.
If it were anyone else, his body would not be able to withstand such control of his internal energy, but he was protected by the indestructible power of the Vajra, and his air film buffered the energy, so he was safe and sound.
Seeing that the two people could do nothing, two more people came up, and four old men surrounded him. In the blink of an eye, Li Muchan received a lot of punches and kicks.
The internal strength of the army has the effect of protecting the body. They didn't care how many times they punched or kicked Li Muchan. They used many of their strikes to cause pain but not injury.
Li Muchan actually felt no pain or itching, and he was still brave and fought for half an hour. His clothes were already in shape and were covered with fist and footprints.
Li Muchan protected his face. Although he received many blows on his body, his face was unharmed.
After half an hour, everyone stopped, and Li Muchan also took a breath and observed it silently. His inner strength was rising, and there was indeed a slight increase.
This is the method they taught themselves, using combat as training to speed up their entry into the country. Now it seems that it is indeed effective.
Mr. Ji nodded while stroking his beard, looked at Li Muchan, and said with a smile: "Mingkong has such superb fighting skills, and on the battlefield, he is almost invincible... It's a pity that his internal strength is not yet ready."
An old man next to him nodded: "Yes, no matter how powerful his moves are, if his internal strength is not enough, he can be dispatched with just one move... Just be ruthless and strengthen his internal strength. There is no need to practice other martial arts!"
Li Muchan said: "I'm also worried that I don't have enough internal strength."
Mr. Ji said with a smile: "This is everyone's trouble. We don't have any panacea. We can't enhance our skills, so we can only practice hard."
Old Man Li suddenly laughed: "There are quite a few over there in Xi Zhao, let's go grab some?"
Mr. Ji pondered for a moment and said, "Mingkong and Xiao Yan will go together to Xi Zhao to grab some Yuan-Guating Pills."