"A family friend?" Li Muchan smiled and asked, "Brother Feng is not from Dayan, right?"
Fan Peiyao nodded: "Brother Feng is from Xi Zhao."
As she spoke, she asked the waiter to add some bowls and chopsticks, then asked Li Muchan to sit down, and smiled at Mei Ruolan and the others, which was very thoughtful.
Li Muchan sat opposite Feng Baishan and said with a smile: "Since you are from Xizhao, how did you come to our Dayan?... It seems that Tenglong City is sealed, right?"
Fan Peiyao sat down and asked with a smile: "Master, don't you know?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "What do you know?"
Fan Peiyao said: "We Dayan and Xi Zhao are doing business, and the caravans can come and go freely."
Li Muchan was stunned, and shook his head with a wry smile. He really didn't know this.
He saw that the Black Eagle Cavalry and the Flying Cavalry Camp were fighting each other to the death, and he never thought about doing business. This was a bit funny and unbelievable. He shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Master, how do you recognize Brother Feng?" Fan Peiyao asked curiously, and the girls also looked over curiously.
Li Muchan glanced at Feng Baishan and smiled: "We don't know each other without fighting. I went to Xi Zhao a while ago, met Brother Feng, and exchanged some tricks... If I had known that the two countries were doing business, why would I bother like this?
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Fan Peiyao pursed her lips and smiled, but she didn't ask about the outcome. She knew it just by looking at their expressions.
She was surprised. Brother Feng came from Lei Jianfeng in Western Zhao. He was a famous and talented person. She never thought that he would be defeated by the master.
In her opinion, although Li Muchan was excellent in martial arts, there was still a gap between him and the top master of Lei Jianfeng.
Feng Baishan held the silver cup with a smile on his face, but the veins on his hands were slightly exposed.
He smiled casually: "I admire Master Mingkong's martial arts! ... I am lucky enough to meet you today, how about we compare a few more moves?"
His bright and handsome smile was like a ray of sunshine shining into the room, making everyone's eyes brighten.
He firmly believed that Li Muchan used a secret technique that night, which was a secret technique to stimulate potential. He guessed that this secret technique required a certain interval between two uses and could not be used frequently.
As a result, Monk Mingkong can no longer use secret techniques.
Without the secret technique, his own thunder sword would be enough to suppress him and regain his original position.
Li Muchan smiled: "Miss Fan is here to treat us today, so there's no need to do anything. I'll definitely accompany you another day!"
Hearing what he said, Feng Baishan became more and more sure, turned around and said with a smile: "Sister Peiyao, do you want to see us compete?"
Fan Peiyao glanced at Li Muchan and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, let's wait for another day. It's rare that we all have the chance to talk about heroes over wine!"
A bright light flashed in Feng Baishan's eyes, and he smiled casually and said: "Sister Peiyao, is it because you don't have enough confidence in me and you are afraid that I will lose face?"
Fan Peiyao smiled heartily: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. I don't take it that seriously."
Feng Baishan was even more angry, and his smile became brighter, and he said: "Making friends with martial arts is also a wonderful thing. Master Mingkong, how about we practice a few moves until we are done?"
He smiled, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
Li Muchan has his mind and knows his thoughts clearly. He is just unconvinced and wants to embarrass himself.
However, he was really not sure of defeating him. Feng Baishan's swordsmanship was astonishing. It would be difficult for him to defeat him without using the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture.
Mei Ruolan suddenly said lightly: "That's fine."
Li Muchan shook his head helplessly and sighed: "In that case, there is no harm in making two moves... How about this, Brother Feng uses the sword and I use the saber, limited to ten moves?"
"Okay!" Feng Baishan nodded slowly.
Fan Peiyao looked at Li Muchan and then at Mei Ruolan, feeling a little strange.
Thirteenth Niang smiled and said: "Miss Fan, these three are all the wives of Master Mingkong?"
"Madam?" Fan Peiyao opened her bright eyes and turned to look at Li Muchan: "Master, isn't there a ban on customs?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "The marriage was arranged before the ban on customs. Now that the ban is imposed, we can no longer get married. We can only stay here. Alas..."
"Oh——" Fan Peiyao suddenly realized and shook her head: "This is really..."
Although their faces were covered, one could tell that they were beauties. Under the ban, he could only look at such a beautiful lady but could not marry her. How could he not be depressed?
She smiled and said: "Master, don't be anxious. In a few years, the emperor will grant amnesty and take the opportunity to lift this ban."
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Today, the Holy Sage is at the peak of his power in the Spring and Autumn Period. He is full of energy and vitality. There is no problem in living another thirty or forty years. If he is in power, I am afraid that this ban on secular customs cannot be withdrawn.
Now, his only option is to achieve more military exploits and use his military exploits to ask the emperor to pardon him and return to secular life.
He had no objection to joining the army at the beginning and left Canghaishan happily with this idea in mind. However, military merit is not so easy to obtain.
Although there were frictions and local conflicts with the army of Western Zhao, it was difficult to achieve great success on such a scale, but he did not want a large-scale war.
It is better to be a peace dog than to live in chaos. Once there is a war, the people of the world will suffer.
"Master Mingkong is so beautiful, haha..." Feng Baishan laughed and swiped the faces of Mei Ruolan and the three girls a few times, very wantonly.
The three girls, Mei Ruolan, felt their skins burning, and his gaze was like substance, penetrating through their veils and even their clothes. They suddenly felt uncomfortable and frowned.
Mei Ruolan's blurred eyes flashed a few times, full of murderous intent, and she glanced at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan slowly shook his head.
"Brother Feng..." Fan Peiyao felt something was wrong, frowned and hummed.
Feng Baishan smiled and shook his head: "It's such a pity that the face like a flower has withered away..."
Li Muchan's face darkened. He originally had no murderous intention, but in order to provoke him to take action, Feng Baishan resorted to such methods. Any man would find it hard to bear.
His face darkened and he said coldly: "Master Feng, let's go out, we can't use it here!"
"Okay." Feng Baishan nodded with a smile, stood up and said, "Sister Peiyao, let's go find a place outside."
"...Well, let's go downstairs." Fan Peiyao frowned and said, vaguely dissatisfied, but it was useless to talk more. She stood up and led the way out of the restaurant.
Changping Tower is located at the intersection of east, west, north and south avenues. The front of the restaurant is very spacious. As night falls, Changping Tower is brightly lit. There are strings of lanterns in front of the building, making it as bright as day.
However, there were not many people. Everyone knew that the Changping Building was already full at this time, and there was no point in coming back because there was no room.
The restaurant was bustling with activity, but outside it was deserted. Bright lights were shining on it, and the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard upstairs. The noise made it feel quieter and quieter.
Li Muchan and Feng Baishan stood motionless, while the three daughters Mei Ruolan, Thirteenth Niang, and Fan Peiyao stood aside and watched, a little nervous.
The night breeze blew slowly, bringing with it the aroma of vegetables and wine, wafting from the Changping Tower behind me.
The night wind ruffled Li Muchan's blue shirt, and the skirt of his clothes was fluttering. He wore a melon skin hat with a crown jade on it, which exuded a bit of nobility. Although his appearance was plain, his demeanor was graceful and elegant.
Feng Baishan is dressed in a white robe. He is handsome and handsome. He is like a handsome and elegant young man who can charm countless girls.
Li Muchan shook his head secretly. In terms of appearance, he was indeed far inferior.
While thinking about it, he slowly pulled out the Yue Duan Dao, and suddenly a cold light flashed, like a stream of autumn water rippling under the light. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Feng Baishan.
He didn't use the Canghai Divine Art, so he couldn't use the Burning Lamp Technique, and he didn't use the Ming Dynasty King's Sutra. It was purely an internal force in the army.
The Great Ming Dynasty King Sutra is the most powerful, followed by the Burning Lamp Technique, and the Canghai Divine Art is once again, the internal strength of the army is the lowest, and the power is the weakest. This time he sacrificed his strengths and used his shortcomings.
"This is a precious sword, Mr. Feng, be careful!" Li Muchan said slowly.
Feng Baishan smiled and said: "This is also a sword!"
Li Muchan said in a deep voice: "Please——!"
After saying that, the Duanyue Sword turned into a silver bolt and slashed away horizontally. Feng Baishan moved his hand and the tip of the sword touched the blade, making a crisp sound of "ding...".
Li Muchan's sword did not change, but Feng Baishan's long sword swung and almost fell out of his hand. He was shocked. He did not expect that Li Muchan was so strong.
In desperation, he could only swing his body, take a step back, and slash with the sword.
Li Muchan took a step forward and gained the upper hand without mercy. He slashed and flattened the opponent. Then he reversed the attack again, forcing Feng Baishan to take another step back and struck out with his long sword again.
"Ding..." Li Muchan's sword remained motionless, as steady as a mountain, while Feng Baishan's sword swung away again.
He suppressed his smile and frowned, wondering why his sword was so powerful and calm as a mountain even though his cultivation was not as good as his own.
Li Muchan only learned one form of the Duan Yue Knife, but he had a very high level of understanding and could draw inferences from one example. Through this technique, he kept diving deep and back and forth, digging deeper, and finally vaguely touched the mentality and artistic conception of the Duan Yue Knife.
As a result, his sword skills immediately changed. The sword skills looked ordinary, no different from usual, unpretentious, just normal military sword skills, not subtle, simple and direct, but the sword skills were calm and dignified, as strong as a mountain.
Nothing can shake it.
Feng Baishan swung back, then pounced on him, changing his passive attitude into active action. He thrust out his long sword at a dizzying speed. He couldn't see the sword, but only saw streaks of sword light, like thunder and lightning flashing in the night sky.
Not only was his sword extremely fast, but his momentum was even more astonishing. It had the power to intimidate all creatures, and all the girls were shocked to see it.
Li Muchan was as calm as a mountain, holding his long sword high and low, letting the lightning-like sword light fall. The door was tightly guarded and he refused to give up an inch of ground. He was safe and sound.
"Ten moves arrived!" Fan Peiyao said loudly.
"Ding..." Li Muchan cut off his sword, swung his sword away, took a step back, returned the sword to its sheath, clasped his fists and nodded: "As expected of the successor of Lei Jianfeng, he has great swordsmanship!"
Feng Baishan's face was gloomy, his eyes were as sharp as swords, he slowly sheathed the sword, and clasped his fists with a smile on his face: "What a great swordsmanship! I admire you!"
It seemed that he was at a disadvantage. As a descendant of Lei Jianfeng and the number one master of the younger generation, he had never been in such a situation, and he felt extremely depressed.
Li Muchan smiled faintly, looked at him deeply, turned around and said, "Miss Fan, I think we'll stop here tonight. Let's get together another day."
"Master..." Fan Peiyao was startled and said hurriedly: "Are you leaving after dinner?"
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "Let's do it another day."
After saying that, without waiting for Fan Peiyao to speak again, he hugged Feng Baishan and walked away. Mei Ruolan and the other girls followed behind him with their heads lowered.
Xiao Yuan caught up with Li Muchan and shook his arm: "Mingkong, why don't you kill this guy?"