The steps made of ice stretches to the mountain peak, surrounded by white snow, spotless, as if you have come to a white world without any variegated colors.
Compared with the grandeur of Canghai Mountain, the Changbai Sword Peak has a different kind of momentum. Although it is not grand enough, it is more steep. It is bone-chilling and has no internal strength to protect the body. No matter how thick you wear it, it will still be frozen.
Climbing the Changbai Sword Peak, you are greeted by a continuous palace, made of ice, crystal clear, and shining in the sun.
A group of people walked out from the central hall in the distance. Nie Xuefeng was at the front. He walked hurriedly and came to the front in a blink of an eye. He laughed loudly: "Fairy Wen and little master Zhanran, these two great masters are here. I couldn't greet you from afar. I'm rude! Don't be rude!"
That’s the one to blame!”
He has a smile on his face that makes you feel like a spring breeze.
Li Muchan glanced at him. Wen Yinyue didn't agree to his marriage proposal, but he smiled so happily, which was a bit weird and abnormal.
Wen Yinyue lightly clasped her fists, and Li Muchan smiled and said: "How could we not come to Shaoxia Nie's happy day? Why don't we see Mrs. Nie?"
An engagement is tantamount to getting married. For a well-known family, if you have an engagement, you must never regret it. A new couple must appear on this occasion.
"She is over there, accompanying the people over there, and will come over later, please—!" Nie Xuefeng said with a smile.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Miss Yang from Penglai Pavilion is said to be a fairy-like figure. Congratulations, Nie Shaoxia."
"Where, where..." Nie Xuefeng chuckled, unable to close his mouth.
Obviously, he was very satisfied with his bride and lost his composure in front of Wen Yinyue.
Wen Yinyue was expressionless. She had no feelings for Nie Xuefeng at all. She was relieved to be able to get rid of him. She felt that Nie Xuefeng was a bit pretentious and just wanted to make herself angry.
Furthermore, men who change their minds after seeing strange things are not worth mentioning.
The two of them followed Nie Xuefeng as they walked in, and when they arrived in front of the main hall, they realized that the majestic momentum of this hall made people feel insignificant and ashamed.
This was intentional. Li Muchan looked at it for a few times and nodded. It seemed that Canghaishan Wuji Hall should take advantage of its strengths and expand it to be more majestic.
In the middle of the main hall, three characters are written from top to bottom: "Flying Immortal Palace", like three long swords about to fly out of the air, the swords are full of energy.
"Good calligraphy!" Li Muchan praised.
Nie Xuefeng smiled slightly: "This is what my father wrote."
"Oh——?" Li Muchan looked over in surprise: "It's actually the handwriting of Head Nie?"
"Not bad." Nie Xuefeng nodded.
Li Muchan looked at it for a few times and praised: "Master Nie's sword is full of power and momentum. He has mastered the essence of swordsmanship. I admire him! I admire him!"
All methods are interrelated, especially calligraphy is related to momentum, and observing calligraphy means observing Qi.
He stepped into the main hall at the head, followed by Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue. The lavender carpet was thick and soft, and a handsome middle-aged man was sitting firmly in it, with three locks of clear beard under his chin, and his expression was flying, like a fairy.
"Dad, this is Fairy Wen, little master Zhanran." Nie Xuefeng turned sideways and said to the two of them, "This is my father."
Li Muchan was startled. He didn't expect that he was the leader of the Changbai Sword Sect and that he was so young.
He tithes: "Junior Zhanran, I have met Master Nie!"
Wen Yin Yue also bowed to him.
"Haha... Master Zhuzhao is so lucky to have such a great disciple!" Headmaster Nie laughed loudly, stroking his beard. His laughter was clear and contagious.
Li Muchan took a look at him secretly. No wonder his master had something to do with him. He was indeed a rare handsome man. Even at such an age, he still retains his charm. Nie Xuefeng was so young and handsome that he still overshadowed his father.
When he was young, Leader Nie was naturally even more charming. At this age, he still has such charm. This is due to the simultaneous effect of talent and acquired cultivation.
Such a person is really rare to see.
"Master Nie has received the award. Shaoxia Nie has outstanding martial arts skills and profound family knowledge. He will also be a leader in the future. Master Nie is proud of himself." Li Muchan said with a smile.
"Xue Feng..." Head Nie stroked his beard and shook his head, looking at Nie Xuefeng: "He lacks experience, and a domesticated lion will never be useful."
Nie Xuefeng hurriedly said: "Dad——!"
"Haha, okay, I'll save you some face." Head Nie laughed loudly.
Judging from the appearance of the two of them, they didn't look like father and son, but more like friends. Li Muchan saw his open-mindedness and was secretly awe-inspiring. Such a person should not be underestimated if he were an enemy.
The seven sects are both cooperating and competing with each other. They want to maintain this situation and not be destroyed by others. At the same time, they are also secretly competing to become the best, overpower the other six sects, and stand at the top.
"How's it going, Master Zhuzhao?" Master Nie asked, stretching out his hand to indicate that he should sit down and talk.
The two of them sat down, Wen Yinyue bowed and said, "Master, I'm fine."
Head Nie shook his head and said with a smile: "Master Zhuzhao has such a short temper, it's a good thing that you are there to share her worries. Otherwise, with her temper, her hair would have turned gray long ago!"
Wen Yinyue smiled faintly.
Head Nie shook his head: "My son only practices martial arts all day long and ignores other chores, which makes me exhausted. I really envy your master!"
Wen Yinyue remained silent, too lazy to say more.
I also vaguely knew about the relationship between Master and him, and felt a little annoyed with him.
The sound of footsteps came, and a burly young man stepped in, clasped his fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Master, someone is coming from the Holy Snow Peak at the foot of the mountain."
"Oh——?" Head Nie raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is here?"
The young man said: "Miss Li Yujiao, come here."
"Xue Feng, go down and greet us with your senior brother." Head Nie waved his hand.
"Yes." Nie Xuefeng nodded.
He nodded to Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue, turned around and went out. The burly young man glanced at the two of them and followed them out.
Li Muchan saw that his eyes were gleaming with gleaming light and his divine brilliance was glowing inside, and he asked: "Headmaster Nie, who is this brother...?"
"My eldest disciple, Nie Yinxia." Head Nie said with a smile.
"Xia Nie Yin..." Li Muchan nodded and said with a smile: "Head Nie is so humble. This Brother Nie's martial arts is extremely good. He hides it deeply. I admire him!"
A bright light flashed in the eyes of Head Nie, and he laughed loudly: "Okay, just based on this vision, I admire you very much. With so many people going up the mountain, you are the first one to see the hidden knight's cultivation!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "I am the most outspoken."
Head Nie shook his head: "The inner skills practiced by the Hidden Heroes are unique and cannot be seen by outsiders. Little Master Zhanran has really good eyesight, I admire him!"
Li Muchan chuckled and said, "Thank you, Master Nie."
The two of them were chatting and laughing happily. Wen Yinyue stood aside but listened silently, listening to the two of them chatting about martial arts affairs while being arrogant.
Li Muchan and Master Nie's minds were spinning very fast. Every sentence seemed to be spoken at random, but it covered a wide range of topics and had no traces. The content was all-encompassing and involved. Another person would not be able to understand them at all.
What the two were talking about was unclear. Wen Yinyue was also extremely smart and could barely keep up.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she felt that the conversation between the two was tantamount to a competition. They were full of verbal and verbal exchanges, and they were back and forth. She felt that every round was incisive.
When Li Muchan talks to a person like Head Nie, he has a lot of wit and wisdom. If the other party doesn't understand, he will lose. After several times, it's still the same, so he can only give up on this practice.
But the two of them are different. The other party can understand it and can fight back. You come and I fight, and the fight is endless. It feels like meeting an opponent in chess and meeting a good talent.
When the footsteps sounded and Nie Xuefeng and the others came back, they had already fought for more than ten rounds, winning and losing, and it was considered a draw.
Head Nie stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Excellent! It is true that a hero comes from a young age!... People say that my son is a hero and a talented person, but now it seems that he is far from it!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Head Nie is too modest."
He turned around and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Li, are you okay?"
Li Yujiao was dressed in a snow-white gown, spotless, and her beautiful face was cold and aloof, just like a snow lotus.
Li Muchan turned around, and she was startled, but then she beamed with joy and said, "Senior Brother Zhanran!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I guessed that I would meet Junior Sister Li, and it turned out to be true."
"Senior Brother Zhanran..." She was about to speak when a middle-aged woman behind her coughed lightly.
Li Yujiao suddenly felt relieved. She bowed to Head Nie and exchanged a few words of greetings.
Head Nie also knew what was going on, and after saying a few words with a smile, he let them speak for themselves. He walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back, his figure elegant and elegant.
Li Yujiao came to Li Muchan: "Brother Zhanran, why didn't you come to Saint Xuefeng to find me after so long!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I have been very busy this year and have no time to fuck."
Li Yujiao rolled her eyes at her: "You obviously don't want to come!"
She was usually cold and taciturn, but when she met Li Muchan, she seemed like a little girl. She was particularly cordial when meeting an old friend.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "This is my senior sister Wen Yinyue."
Li Yujiao suddenly regained her coolness and bowed: "I have met Senior Sister Wen, the little girl Li Yujiao."
"Hello, Junior Sister Li." Wen Yinyue nodded.
Although Li Yujiao is young, her martial arts skills are amazing and she is one of the best among the younger generation.
It was because she had practiced the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra. Although it was different from Li Muchan's Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra, she had already practiced it at two levels, and her internal strength was superimposed, which was naturally amazing.
Nie Xuefeng was standing aside, chattering a little, and no one paid any attention to him.
He has also been famous for Li Yujiao for a long time. This was the first time he saw that Li Yujiao never went down the mountain and only practiced on the Holy Snow Peak.
"Miss Li, I heard that your swordsmanship is outstanding and that the younger generation has no rivals. I wonder who is better than Master Zhanran?" Nie Xuefeng said.
Li Yujiao turned to look at him and said lightly: "Of course I'm not as good as Senior Brother Zhanran."
Nie Xuefeng looked suspicious: "Oh——?"
Li Yujiao looked at him: "I heard that you have mastered Feixian Sword Technique, how about you demonstrate it?"
"Isn't this bad..." Nie Xuefeng hesitated.
Li Yujiao glanced lightly: "If you don't dare, forget it."
This glance was full of power, contempt and disdain, like a sharp knife piercing Nie Xuefeng's heart.
Men are the most despised by beautiful women. He said solemnly: "In that case, I will learn the swordsmanship of Saint Xuefeng!"
***: There was a flaw in the last two chapters. I’m sorry. Writing it too fast does have consequences.