After the sound, there was no movement, and the shadow on the window remained motionless, as if it hadn't been heard.
Wen Yinyue frowned and stared at the shadow, feeling something was wrong. She turned to look at Li Muchan: "Junior brother, is it a dummy?"
She lowered her voice, leaned close to Li Muchan's ear, and breathed like orchid. Combined with the delicate fragrance emanating from her body, the two aromas blended together and penetrated into Li Muchan's nose.
Li Muchan is particularly sensitive now, but with the King of Ming Dynasty in his body, his heart is cold and lonely, without any thoughts, and he said lightly: "No."
His eyes in the void could clearly see that there was an old man in the room, sitting on a chair with his hands and knees down, quietly motionless, as if he was in trance.
At that crisp sound just now, the old man opened his eyes and then closed them again.
This old man has a tall build, a long and square face, and a dignified appearance, but his eyes are long and narrow, shining with a cold light, and his hair is as white as frost.
Li Muchan secretly thought to himself that he had never seen this person before, but looking at his eyes opening and closing, his gaze shining like lightning, it was obvious that his inner strength was extremely profound, not inferior to his own.
Such a person takes action. Although Senior Brother Lu and others are strong in martial arts, they are still young and are still far away from the top masters. They are indeed no match.
Wen Yinyue frowned and said, "Then why is there no movement?"
Li Muchan whispered: "This person is not easy to be fooled, so he can only force himself."
If this person is cautious and comes out to take a look, Wen Yinyue can take the opportunity to see his appearance clearly, determine whether he is the murderer, and then decide whether to take action.
Although the location was determined with internal force, if it was not that person but happened to practice the same mental technique, the wrong person would be killed.
It would be better to make a thousand mistakes than to let one go. Li Muchan couldn't do such a thing.
He made a gesture and put his big hand on Wen Yinyue's willow waist. The tentacles were like warm jade, and when he held it, it was surprisingly tough and had an indescribable strange feeling.
Wen Yinyue's body trembled, and she tried to struggle, but couldn't move.
Li Muchan whispered: "I'll take Senior Sister over to have a look. Don't disturb him."
"...Hmm." Wen Yinyue glared at him, noting that he didn't mean it, but she put her big hands on her waist, heat kept pouring in, and her body felt a little weak.
Li Muchan floated out of the woods, drifting like a ghost toward the small thatched cottage on the mountainside.
This small thatched cottage was built on the mountainside. The surrounding area was empty and there was no cover. Once you get close to the small thatched cottage, someone outside would definitely notice it.
But if he wanted to get close to the small thatched cottage, he had no other choice but to force his way in. Li Muchan closed his eyes, and in a sudden flash, he crossed the hundred-meter distance, pressed against the wall, and hid in the darkness.
Wen Yinyue understood the danger involved, her heart beat faster, and she was surprised that Li Muchan's Qinggong was so powerful that she couldn't do it. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her breath from her mouth and nose stopped.
She understood that the murderer's martial arts was so strong that once he breathed, even if it was slow, he would be noticed, so she held her breath, and her internal energy circulated instead of breathing, turning into internal breathing.
The Miaolian Sutra is mysterious and different from the conventional martial arts training methods. Inner breathing is not difficult.
Seeing her like this, Li Muchan secretly admired her wonderful mind and sensitive mind, stretched out his hand and poked a small hole in the window.
This action also frightened Wen Yinyue and made her heart skip a beat.
Fortunately, the man still didn't realize that Li Muchan did all this silently. It looked very slow, but also very fast. It was completed in an instant, with only a blink of an eye.
The small hole is located in the lower right corner of the window. Li Muchan whispered: "Senior sister, I said take a look, take a look."
Wen Yinyue nodded, knowing that this was a method of transmitting sounds into secrets, and she was proficient in it, but she did not dare to use it. This method would cause internal energy fluctuations, which could be detected by those with advanced martial arts skills.
Li Muchan had deep inner strength and subtle control. He dared to use it, but she didn't dare.
The subtleties in this are easy to overlook unless she is very thoughtful. The reason why Li Muchan wants to work with his senior sister is precisely because she is smart enough and does not need to tell you everything. She knows everything once she hears it.
Countless tongues.
"Look." Li Muchan suddenly said.
Wen Yinyue poked her head in and quickly retracted it, like a gecko.
"How?" Li Muchan asked through a secret message.
Just as Wen Yinyue was about to speak, Li Muchan suddenly reached out to cover her mouth and nose, blocking her breath. Wen Yinyue struggled subconsciously, then stopped moving and controlled her breath.
She glared at Li Muchan fiercely, but didn't say much. She just blamed herself for not being able to control her emotions. She relaxed her vigilance under the fluctuation and almost vented her anger.
Li Muchan slowly let go of his hand, and the soft feeling disappeared.
Wen Yinyue could still feel his warm hands, her face felt a little hot, but she nodded slowly as if nothing had happened. Li Muchan understood what she meant.
He thought for a while, and suddenly, in a flash, he crossed a hundred meters distance and entered the woods. He whispered: "Senior sister, go and wait for me where you were just now!"
"What are you going to do?" Wen Yinyue frowned.
Li Muchan said: "I'll give it a try."
"Do you want to kill him?" Wen Yinyue asked.
Li Muchan nodded, and Wen Yinyue suddenly became anxious: "Forgot Master's instructions? If you find someone, don't do it yourself, report it first!"
Li Muchan shook his head, with a cold expression: "This person must die. If he lives for one more day, he can't do anything to Senior Brother Lu and the others."
Wen Yinyue was silent for a moment, sighed and asked, "Can you kill him?"
Li Muchan said calmly: "We are inseparable... Senior sister, go to the top of the mountain and wait for me!"
Wen Yinyue nodded: "Well, I won't drag you down. If things don't work out, it's better to escape!"
She turned around and walked away, her clothes clinging to her body, making no movement at all, and walking silently through the woods to the top of the mountain, feeling heavy in her heart.
She understood that no matter what she said, she could not persuade her junior brother. She could only let him give it a try. Even if he was defeated and lost his life, she could die with him. It was no big deal.
She quickly climbed to the top of the mountain, came to a tree, and listened to the sounds in the distance.
Seeing Wen Yinyue leave, Li Muchan flashed again, stuck to the wall of the thatched cottage, hid in the dark, opened his eyes in the void, and looked down at the surroundings and inside the house.
The old man was holding a sword in one hand and a small white porcelain cup in the other, slowly bringing it to his mouth. Suddenly he raised his head, paused, then slowly took away the porcelain cup and sighed.
Put down the small cup, pick up a piece of beef with chopsticks, put it into your mouth, and chew it slowly.
There was only a plate of braised beef on the table. The torch was blazing, making the room as bright as day. The long sword was unsheathed and its blade shone with a cold light.
While chewing the beef, he brought the sword to him and gently wiped the sword with a snow-white handkerchief. The sword was white and bright, and the sword light reflected his face, and his narrow eyes showed a blank look.
"Alas..." He sighed, holding the sword in his left hand and filling the wine cup with his right hand. Then he drank it all in one gulp, paused, and slowly put down the wine cup.
Then he picked up a piece of beef and chewed it slowly. His eyes were blank and empty, as if he was recalling the past. Then he poured a cup of wine, raised his head and drank it all.
When he paused for a moment, "Bang!" the window exploded, turning into pieces of wood and flying in all directions, and a cold light came in front of him.
The old man sat as steady as a mountain without moving his face. He only sneered "Hey" and swung his sword with his left hand. The tip of the sword turned into a bit of cold light, broke into fragments, and stabbed Li Muchan in the chest.
Li Muchan's sword also stabbed him in the chest. Their swordsmanship was almost exactly the same, both were the simplest straight thrust, the fastest and most concise sword move.
Li Muchan did not dodge or evade, and allowed the tip of the sword to penetrate him. The old man's body movements were extremely fast. When the tip of the sword approached his body, the chair slid smoothly and he avoided it.
As soon as he withdrew his attack, Li Muchan was safe and sound.
"Huh!" The old man grunted, stared at Li Muchan in surprise, looked down, and a ball of blood spattered from his heart.
He raised his head again and pointed at Li Muchan, seemingly disbelieving and surprised, and slowly fell down.
Li Muchan moved his fingers, and two things flew up, a piece of gray cloth and an old man's head. He took the gray cloth and wrapped the old man's head.
Then he dodged again, carrying the round baggage and slamming it against the west wall. With a muffled "bang" sound, the wall exploded, and a cold light flooded the sky and enveloped Li Muchan.
Li Muchan ran straight into the cold light without dodging, and was hit by a sword on his left shoulder. The old man in green who was wielding the sword stared at him in shock.
After refining several clusters of starlight, the nature of his internal energy changed. The Canghai Divine Finger was more powerful. Not only was it condensed and solid, it was also silent. Without the aura of internal energy, it was even harder to detect.
A ball of blood spattered from the old man's heart, and he slowly fell down. Li Muchan ignored the sword on his shoulder, jumped into the woods, dodged a few times, and disappeared.
As soon as he disappeared, three old men appeared in the same place, all dressed in gray, with gloomy faces, staring at the old man in green on the ground.
The three old men had different looks and statures. A short old man bent down and turned the old man in green over. He saw a blood hole in his heart. Blood was gurgling and he had died.
The short old man touched his forehead: "What a powerful and vicious swordsmanship!"
He turned to look at the skinny old man: "Old Li, what should I do?"
The tall and burly old man next to him curled his lips and snorted: "What else can I do? Chase me!"
"Do you really want to chase me?" The short old man hesitated and looked at the thin old man.
The skinny old man's face was so gloomy that it was dripping with water. He stared at the wounds of the old man in green without saying a word, and shook his head: "It's not a sword wound, it's a finger force!"
"Canghai Divine Finger?" The short old man frowned.
"Such finger strength..." The thin old man shook his head.
In terms of finger strength, nothing is more powerful than the Vajra finger of Landa Temple. It is as strong as a magic weapon and can penetrate the human body easily.
But if the Vajra Finger is aimed at them, even if it can hit them, it will not penetrate them. Their internal strength is deep and they have the ability to protect the body. When the finger force reaches the body, most of it will be destroyed.
Penetrating the heart of an ordinary master is nothing, but this companion's inner strength is extremely deep and can penetrate his heart. His finger strength is truly terrifying.
The burly old man got into the house and came out in a blink of an eye, his face gloomy: "Grandma, the third child has his head cut off!"
"Chase!" One word burst out of the skinny old man's mouth.
The three people turned into streams of light, disappeared into the woods, and disappeared.