Head Nie smiled faintly: "I don't dare to take it seriously. I think that if a person lives in this world and does not know the word kindness and righteousness, he is really unworthy of being a human being and is no different from an animal."
Li Muchan chuckled, nodded and said, "I admire the righteousness of Master Nie."
He immediately shook his head and said: "But, after all, there are very few people like Master Nie in the world. We ordinary people are struggling in this sea of suffering and suffering. If we can't stay with the person we love, how can we enjoy life?"
Head Nie said calmly: "I didn't expect Master Zhanran to be a passionate person."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Don't dare, don't dare, to be passionate is to be ruthless, and to be ruthless is to be passionate. Only when you are extremely emotional can you be ruthless. Only when you are extremely ruthless can you defeat the true meaning of Buddhism."
Head Nie said: "Master Zhanran, what do you want?"
Li Muchan smiled and looked at He Fengxia, then at Nie Xuefeng and Wang Xiaoyao, and said with a smile: "Well, I have an idea."
"...Please tell me." Head Nie pondered for a moment and then said slowly.
Li Muchan said: "We martial artists should solve the problem in the same way as martial arts martial artists. Why should we throw the problem to a weak woman, right?"
"What method?" Head Nie asked.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Let's compete!... Nie Shaoxia and Wang Shaoxia have a martial arts competition to decide the outcome. Whoever wins, Miss He will get it. The stronger is respected, there is no need to entangle anymore... What do you think of Miss He?"
He Fengxia lowered her head and nodded slowly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Miss He agrees, can Master Nie agree?"
Head Nie turned to look at Elder He, then at Nie Xuefeng and Wang Xiaoyao, and said with a smile: "This is a neat idea, and it's not a bad idea."
Elder He shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Very good."
He took a deep look at Wang Xiaoyao, feeling conflicted in his heart. He hoped that he would lose and the marriage would be fulfilled, but he did not want him to lose and lose the prestige of Penglai Pavilion.
Nie Yinxia took off the long sword from his waist and threw it away: "Junior brother, take the sword!"
Li Muchan smiled at Nie Yinxia, with a hint of ridicule.
Nie Xuefeng took the long sword, and his aura suddenly changed, as if he was a different person. He shook the long sword confidently and held it across his chest, standing still, with a faint air of a master.
The people who originally looked down on him were suddenly shuddered, holding the sword with such magnanimity, it was obvious that they had underestimated him before!
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Shaoxia Nie, Shaoxia Wang, do you have any objections?"
Nie Xuefeng stood with his sword horizontally and nodded slowly: "Very good!"
Wang Xiaoyao hummed: "If I win, your Changbai Sword Sect won't send people to hunt us down, right?"
Nie Xuefeng suddenly blushed: "Wang, who do you think we are!"
"Hmph, Changbai Sword Sect..." Wang Xiaoyao shook his head, seemingly disdainful.
Head Nie stroked his beard and smiled: "Don't worry, Young Master Wang, if you defeat Feng'er, I will never embarrass you or Penglai Pavilion. This matter will be wiped out!"
"I admire Master Nie for his magnanimity!" Li Muchan smiled heartily.
Head Nie smiled slightly: "That's it, let's start... Remember, until the point is reached, if you lose, you will lose. Don't keep stalking!"
Nie Xuefeng and Wang Xiaoyao were two swords apart, circling clockwise, their steps slow and solemn, their eyes as bright as eagles, never blinking.
The surroundings were quiet, you could hear a pin drop, and people were staring intently at the field.
He Fengxia stepped aside and came to Li Muchan's side, holding a silk handkerchief in her little hands, biting her red lips and staring at the field, her delicate face pale.
Li Muchan said: "Miss He, please come here."
He Fengxia was startled and turned to look over.
Li Muchan smiled and waved, and He Fengxia slowly came over and looked at Li Muchan gratefully.
She felt that among so many people, only Li Muchan was a good person who really thought about herself. She really didn't know how to choose between kindness and love.
Now let's just leave it to fate, follow whoever wins, and obey God's will.
The two people in the field were still spinning around, staring at each other for a moment, like two fighting cocks with their feathers ruffled. Every time they turned around, the atmosphere in the field became more tense.
Li Muchan's voice was extremely low, barely noticeable, and only He Fengxia could hear it.
"Miss He, if Mr. Wang wins, will you really go back with him?"
He Fengxia was startled, then lowered her eyes and said nothing.
Li Muchan sighed secretly, she was also a smart girl, and she thought about the consequences in the future. Even if Wang Xiaoyao won, took her back, and returned to the sect, he would still be severely punished, and he didn't know what the outcome would be.
According to the national laws of the country, factions have their own regulations. The pavilion master's token represents the identity of the pavilion master, which is tantamount to the personal visit of the pavilion master. Anyone who disobeys the order will be executed without mercy according to national laws or military laws.
There must be this provision in the faction rules. Violators will not be leniently punished when encountering the pavilion master's token.
Although Wang Xiaoyao is the first disciple, he has violated the order and the rules of the sect. If he is spared lightly, the law will not be established, and the human heart will inevitably become loose and uncontrollable.
Moreover, the Pavilion Master of Penglai Pavilion is opposed to the two of them. Even if Wang Xiaoyao wins, can the Pavilion Master agree with the two of them when he returns to Penglai Pavilion?
Li Muchan thought of these things in a blink of an eye. After he mentioned it, He Fengxia slowly thought about it clearly, her face was filled with sadness, and she let out a long sigh.
Wen Yinyue frowned and looked at the field, a little confused about Li Muchan's involvement in this matter. Although the Changbai Sword Sect and the Canghai Sword Sect were not against each other, they had never done anything so blatantly against each other. They were all fighting in private.
Fight, tear down the opponent's platform.
Li Yujiao suddenly said softly: "Senior Brother Zhanran, please help them."
Li Muchan turned around and smiled: "Junior Sister Li, I'm a humble person, my words don't work, and I can't help even if I want to, so I can only do this one step."
Li Yujiao said: "Senior Brother Zhanran, you always have a way."
He Fengxia pleaded in a low voice: "Master Zhanran..."
Li Muchan pondered and nodded slowly: "Let me give it a try and pass this level first."
"Ding ding ding ding..." In a series of clear sounds, two groups of cold light were mixed together, and the sword body could not be seen clearly. Wang Xiaoyao and Nie Xuefeng were spinning like spinning tops.
Wang Xiaoyao's feet did not touch the ground, and he walked as if riding the wind, like a ribbon wrapped around Nie Xuefeng. Nie Xuefeng's steps were steady, but his sword was extremely fast, which made up for the disadvantage of his body skills.
One of the two is fast with the sword, the other is fast with the movement. They are fighting together and it is difficult to distinguish, and the outcome is unclear.
In just the blink of an eye, the two of them completed more than a dozen moves. The moves were so fast that it was dizzying to see. Only the light of the sword was visible, but not the sword body.
Everyone was secretly awe-struck. They were truly worthy of their reputation. Both of them were the best among the young generation. They indeed had astonishing artistic skills. It would have been unbelievable for me to encounter such a fast sword!
Nie Xuefeng's Feixian sword technique became more and more proficient, as fast as thunder and lightning, while Wang Xiaoyao's sword technique was as dense as rain, and his body technique was as erratic as smoke and misty rain.
The two were at an even chess match for a while, with neither winner nor loser. Leader Nie stroked his beard and frowned.
He didn't expect that Wang Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was so powerful, Feng'er was so talented, and he had practiced Feixian swordsmanship, but he couldn't suppress the opponent.
If Feng'er loses, he loses his opponent and loses the battle, the prestige of the Changbai Sword Sect will be greatly damaged, and people in the world will laugh at him. There are countless people in the world who want to see the Changbai Sword Sect's jokes.
No matter what, Feng'er cannot be defeated!
He made a decision in his mind and glanced at Nie Yinxia beside him.
Nie Yinxia lowered his head slightly, understanding what his master meant. The fingers in his sleeves moved, but he couldn't see it on the surface.
The two men were fighting more and more fiercely in the field, "ding ding ding ding..." the sound was as loud as rain, making people gasp for breath.
The two of them didn't seem to need to take a breath, they just tried their best to speed up, eager to get faster than each other.
Nie Yinxia flicked his fingers in his sleeve, and a small colorless needle of cow hair shot out.
Li Muchan had been twirling the Buddhist beads with his left hand, then suddenly he flicked his sleeve and hummed: "What a Changbai Sword Sect!"
People turned their heads and looked at him, confused.
The two of them were fighting fiercely in the field, and their moves were not slow, but faster. Both of them were moving their swords too fast. If they were distracted for a moment, they would definitely lose. There was no room for distraction.
Li Muchan pointed with his finger and said in a deep voice: "Miss He, please go over and help me look for a thin needle."
He Fengxia looked at him in surprise, and Li Muchan nodded slowly.
He Fengxia nodded lightly, slowly walked around the two people in the field, came to the direction pointed by Li Muchan, looked up at him, Li Muchan nodded and said: "It's right there, look for it."
He Fengxia knelt down holding the train of her clothes and took a closer look. It was hard to find the thick and soft lavender carpet if it was dark colored, but it was easy to find the light colored carpet.
Her eyes suddenly tightened, she stretched out her hand and picked up a thin needle, stood up and raised her hand: "Master Zhanran, is this it?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, exactly this."
He smiled at Head Nie: "Head Nie, where did this come from? The Changbai Sword Sect can't afford to lose, so it resorted to such despicable means?"
Head Nie frowned and said, "Master Zhanran, please don't talk nonsense. Where did this thin needle come from? Could it be that it was a plot against Feng'er?"
Li Muchan smiled and looked at Nie Yinxia: "Does Nie Shaoxia know that?"
Nie Yinxia shook his head quietly: "I don't know."
Li Muchan laughed and waved his hand: "Forget it then, alas... I hope Master Nie can win, otherwise how can the Changbai Sword Sect be so embarrassed..."
Head Nie frowned and glanced coldly.
He didn't expect that Li Muchan would be so courageous that he would dare to sarcastically confront him and confront him unceremoniously. However, he was a junior, so his status was compromised by his being acquainted with him. However, he was so aggressive and ruined good things every step of the way. It was really
Annoying!
His eyes flashed, cold lightning burst out, and he glanced coldly at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled at him.
Everyone was discussing and whispering in low voices, glancing at Head Nie and Nie Yinxia from time to time.
He Fengxia came back in a hurry and walked to Li Muchan.
How could she not understand at this moment that it was Master Nie and others who plotted against her senior brother, but Master Zhanran destroyed it.
Li Muchan moved the beads with his left hand, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be taking a nap. He hid his right hand in his sleeve and quietly raised his little finger.