He Fengxia was the worst in Qinggong. One of her little hands was being held by Li Yujiao, and the other was being held by Wang Xiaoyao. She barely used any force on her own, and her feet flew across the ground without even touching the ground. The scene in front of her was quickly moving backwards.
Li Yujiao looked at her shyness, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Sister He, why are you shy?"
"I'm not shy." He Fengxia shook her head.
Li Yujiao smiled: "Haven't you ever held hands?"
"Sister Li——!" He Fengxia was so embarrassed that her face was as red as fire.
Li Yujiao giggled and looked at her and then at Wang Xiaoyao. Wang Xiaoyao's handsome face turned red and he felt uncomfortable all over.
"I didn't expect that you look smart, but you are actually a stupid idiot!" Li Yujiao shook her head.
Wang Xiaoyao hurriedly said: "A gentleman observes etiquette, how can I be scornful of junior sister?!"
Li Yujiao chuckled and shook her head: "You are really a wooden person!"
"Sister Li——!" He Fengxia said shyly.
"Okay, okay, just say a few words and you'll feel so distressed that you can't bear it. It's really..." Li Yujiao was filled with emotion and shook her head.
He Fengxia blushed with embarrassment and simply gave up, saying coquettishly: "Sister Li, don't you have a sweetheart?"
"Me..." Li Yujiao tilted her head, thought for a moment, and shook her head: "All the stinky men in the world have the same virtue, and I don't like them!"
He Fengxia said: "What about Master Zhanran?"
"Senior Brother Zhanran?" Li Yujiao was startled and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhanran is naturally different. Where can you find someone like Senior Brother Zhanran?"
"Don't Sister Li like Master Zhanran?" He Fengxia asked curiously.
Wang Xiaoyao also looked over, full of curiosity.
Li Yujiao rolled her eyes at her: "Senior Brother Zhanran is a monk and has no personal relationships with his children. What are you thinking about!"
"It turns out we misunderstood!" He Fengxia nodded.
Li Yujiao hummed: "I regard Senior Brother Zhanran as my elder brother!"
Wang Xiaoyao hurriedly changed the topic: "Miss Li is not worried about Master Zhanran and the others at all?"
"What are you worried about?" Li Yujiao asked.
"Will they be trapped in a tight siege?" Wang Xiaoyao asked.
Li Yujiao pursed her lips and smiled: "If you want to surround Senior Brother Zhanran, just rely on those people from the Changbai Sword Sect?"
"I heard from Master Zhanran that they have more than twenty masters." Wang Xiaoyao said.
Li Yujiao hummed: "If there are another twenty or so people, don't try to surround Senior Brother Zhanran. He is cunning. Don't worry, he will catch up soon."
"That's good..." Wang Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief.
Miss Li is familiar with Master Zhanran, so even if she is not worried, she obviously does not need to worry.
Both of them are excellent in Qinggong. Wang Xiaoyao is known as Xiaoyaozi and is famous in the world for Qinggong. Li Yujiao's traceless Qinggong on the snow is also unparalleled.
The two slowly began to compete, running faster and faster, without touching the ground, as if they were running against the wind. However, He Fengxia suffered a lot, as the cold wind was as sharp as a knife cutting her face.
She endured it, and wanted to see who was better in Qinggong between her senior brother and Sister Li.
The objects in front of me quickly retreated and turned into a blur of light and shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.
The body was quickly frozen. She used her internal energy to protect her body, but the effect was not great. The speed was too fast, and the cold wind kept pouring from her pores.
Soon, the palms of her hands softened, and a gurgling internal force came in, dispelling the chill in her body. Two streams of internal force circulated in each half of her body.
She could feel that her senior brother's internal strength was a bit lacking, not strong enough or pure enough.
"Haha, you guys are pretty fast." Suddenly a loud laugh rang out, and the three of them turned their heads to look. Unexpectedly, Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue had arrived beside them, their feet fluttering.
Wang Xiaoyao felt awe-struck in his heart. Thanks to his arrogance, he was so arrogant that he didn't even know when they were close. If they were enemies, he would not be able to escape the plot.
Li Muchan stood beside Wang Xiaoyao and said with a smile: "Slow down a little, don't freeze Miss He."
The two looked at each other and slowed down. There was no winner in this round.
"Senior Brother Zhanran, did you defeat them?" Li Yujiao turned around and asked.
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes."
"It's too late for them to do anything so quickly!" Li Yujiao shook her head and hummed: "The people from the Changbai Sword Sect are really useless!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's not that the Changbai Sword Sect's people are bad, it's that they played a trick on my brother's behalf and plotted against them."
"Oh, that's right..." Li Yujiao nodded.
Wen Yinyue frowned and said, "It's time for our people to arrive."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Let's go to the town ahead and have a look. We should be almost there."
The five of them galloped for a while, and sure enough, there was a small town in front of them. At this time, the morning light showed slightly, and the chickens in the small town began to crow.
Wen Yinyue quickly made a circle, and when she came back, she led everyone to a house, knocked on the door five times in a rhythmic manner, and a middle-aged woman came to open the door.
She was wearing a simple and elegant floral blouse, and her appearance was beautiful and her charm was still there. When they saw the five people, they were surprised: "Moon chanting?"
Wen Yinyue nodded: "Uncle Bai."
"Come in quickly." Uncle Bai quickly glanced around and said sideways.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Uncle Bai, how many people are here?"
Uncle Bai said: "Twenty people. Because of the rush, we can only summon twenty people. Is that enough?"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "That's almost it. After a day, they won't dare to pursue us anymore."
While everyone was talking, they walked inside. There were several women practicing martial arts in the courtyard. Smoke was rising from the east wing, and cooking had already begun.
Hearing the footsteps, they all came out of the house and surrounded them.
Wang Xiaoyao glanced at them and saw that they were all women, mostly middle-aged women, with good looks. There were no ugly female disciples in Canghai Mountain. This was related to the mentality of the Canghai Sword Sect.
They have different looks and different dresses, some are made of silk and satin, some are clothed with cloth and hairpins, and their temperaments are also different, some are graceful and luxurious, and some have a gentle family.
It can be seen that they each have different identities, some may be housewives of ordinary people's homes, and some may be the mistress of luxurious homes.
A middle-aged woman with slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes came forward and took a look at Wen Yinyue: "Yinyue, I finally see you. The boss is very worried about you!"
She was wearing a brocade dress, and her pearl necklace exuded gleaming brilliance. Her whole person seemed to be bathed in a ball of clear light, her demeanor was graceful and luxurious, and her gentleness revealed majesty.
Wen Yinyue said: "Uncle Lu, when did you come here?"
The middle-aged woman smiled and said: "We will set off immediately after receiving the letter from the leader Fei Ge, but there are not many disciples around, so we can only get these, and we have been worried that there will not be enough."
She turned to Li Muchan and said with a smile: "Are you Master Zhanran's nephew?... The headmaster has ordered you to kill with all your might, so don't be polite."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I have met Uncle Lu, and with Master's words, I feel relieved."
"Hurry up and sit inside, there are still guests." Uncle Bai said with a smile.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Uncle Bai, let's pay our respects to all our uncles and uncles first. This is the first time for me to meet you."
Uncle Lu smiled and said: "That's right, the dual-sword monk Zhan Ran is very famous... Even though we are not in the martial arts world, we still hear the name of nephew Zhan Ran!"
She introduced them one by one: "We are all unworthy children. We go down the mountain to get married and can only go back to the mountain once a year. It is rare to see you, nephew Zhanran... Come, this is your uncle Xiao Xiaoxiao,
Marry a scholar and stay at home to take care of your husband and raise your children... This is your Uncle Zhao Ya, a landowner, and the land around here belongs to their family..."
She introduced them one by one, and Li Muchan paid homage to them one by one. He was surprised that these masters and uncles were really all-encompassing.
Some are scholar ladies, some are landowners' wives, some are female shopkeepers, and some are official wives. Their identities are all different, forming a huge network.
After the leader Fei Ge passed the message, they immediately separated from their respective lives and returned to their identities as disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect, forming a force that cannot be underestimated.
He once again had a personal understanding of the power of Canghai Mountain. The famous sect with a long history should not be underestimated. It has deep branches and deep roots, and its secrets are unpredictable.
This is only part of the manpower.
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After paying their respects to all the masters and uncles, everyone did not go back to the room. They directly moved chairs out of the room and surrounded the five of them, Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue.
The light fragrance lingered, and the girls liked to tease Li Muchan, insisting that he tell the story of what happened. Li Muchan had no choice but to tell these uncles, so he could only tell them as they were told.
Although it was an understatement, the girls were still nervous when they heard it and asked questions from time to time.
When he finished speaking, the girls cheered and laughed.
Uncle Lu was graceful and dignified, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, we have a successor in Canghai Mountain. It's great to congratulate us. The Changbai Sword Sect just needs to be dealt with. This move of Senior Nephew Zhan Ran is very satisfying!"
The girls all nodded. The feud between the Changbai Sword Sect and the Canghai Sword Sect has been going on for a long time, but the Changbai Sword Sect was so powerful that it could not be suppressed. The disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect kept sulking.
This time, Li Muchan took the lead in attacking and hurt the arrogant Nie Wangqiu, which made the girls smile with joy and praise him endlessly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Masters and uncles, we don't have to fight with them, we just want to escape safely."
Seeing how they looked and each had their own lives, he really couldn't bear to let them fight. If they were damaged, it would destroy the whole family.
Uncle Lu nodded: "That's right, our mission this time is to escort you back to the mountain."
The food was served quickly and tasted very delicious. The five of us only ate dry food along the way and did not eat a hot meal.
After eating, everyone set off in a mighty manner. At noon, Li Muchan realized that there was a group of people following behind him, and they were masters of the Changbai Sword Sect.
But seeing the momentum of Li Muchan and others, they did not dare to act rashly and followed Li Muchan until he entered Canghai Mountain.
No matter how arrogant the people of the Changbai Sword Sect are, they dare not enter the territory of Canghai Mountain. No matter how many people there are, there is absolutely no return, and they can only retreat.
Li Muchan and his party returned to Canghai Mountain safely. He was secretly relieved that these uncles and uncles did not have to do anything, which made him happy.