Master Zhuzhao turned around and said: "Yinyue, Jingying, you two go to Nanli to have a look and inquire about the situation of Sanxiao Hall. There is no need to take action."
Li Muchan watched the two girls leave and said hurriedly: "Master, I have an unknown feeling. It would be too dangerous for Senior Sister and the others to go."
Master Zhuzhao glared at him: "Crow's Mouth!...Yin Yue is much more prudent than you. Don't be blind and understand the Feixian Sword Sutra properly. It's serious!"
Li Muchan sighed, vaguely understanding what his master was thinking.
It saves worry to do everything by oneself, but it is not good for the senior sisters and others. There is no opportunity for experience and they cannot increase their talents.
You can't always be the leader, and once you develop a sense of dependence, it will be even more terrifying.
He sighed again. His master was right in his thinking. He was too capable and it might not be beneficial, just like Zhuge Liang of Western Shu in another time and space.
Seeing him sighing, Master Zhuzhao looked at him and said, "Okay, okay, I will arrange for the people from Cuifeng Pavilion to follow you secretly."
Li Muchan smiled: "Master is wise!"
"Shaoqi..." Master Zhuzhao shook his head and showed a sad face: "A very introverted little girl, but she is gone. Zhanran, this time I will choose Sanxiaotang no matter what!"
Li Muchan nodded slowly: "Yes, Master!"
Master Zhuzhao gritted his teeth, and his voice came out from between his teeth: "I know that Sanxiaotang is a big gang in Nanli, but they killed Shaoqi!... Zhanran, I want people to see who killed him.
We, the people of Canghai Mountain, will have to bear the calamity of annihilation!"
Li Muchan said solemnly: "Exactly!"
If you want to protect the children of the sect, even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't do it. The only way is to intimidate. Who dares to offend anyone from the Nangong family?
If someone kills a disciple of Canghai Mountain, he will be punished with thunderous revenge. Everyone has to consider whether it is worth it.
His current martial arts is far from the best in the world, but he doesn't know how far behind it is.
Li Muchan said: "Master, I have never understood, is my martial arts considered high or low?...How high is it?"
"Why are you asking about this?" Master Zhu Zhao asked.
Li Muchan said: "I have always been confused and can't figure out the level of martial arts."
Master Zhuzhao said: "Your martial arts is first-class, but not top-notch."
Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Master, where are you?"
Master Zhuzhao shook his head: "I'm a little worse than you, but I can barely be considered first-class."
Li Muchan said: "Master, tell me about the masters in the world."
"Well." Master Zhuzhao slowly calmed down and said slowly: "The number one master in the world is Nangong Sidao. There is no doubt about this. When we were discussing swordsmanship at Mingyue Peak, he single-handedly defeated all the masters of the seven sects, and no one could do it.
enemy."
"Discussing swords at Mingyue Peak?" Li Muchan asked.
Master Zhuzhao said: "There is a sword debate at Mingyue Peak every ten years, where masters from the seven sects compete in martial arts. It is to inspire progress and avoid being greedy for leisure and not thinking about progress, and being left too far behind by Eastern Chu and Western Zhao."
Li Muchan said: "Nangong Sidao defeated everyone?"
Master Zhuzhao nodded: "Well, I was also defeated by him... His swordsmanship is so powerful that it's beyond imagination. It's really unbelievable. He is truly invincible."
Li Muchan said: "Nangong Si Dao is first, who can be second?"
Master Zhuzhao thought for a while and shook his head: "Secondly, I dare not say that there are many masters in the world, such as the thunder sword Fan Yifu, the nine-handed holy ape Sun Gongsheng, the thunder giant spirit palm Yao Zhiyuan, etc.
He is a top master."
"Where's Master?" Li Muchan asked.
"Me..." Master Zhuzhao shook his head and said, "I'm far behind. In our sect, only my great-uncle is considered the top master. The masters of Yanwu Hall and Cuifeng Pavilion are considered first-class. I am also considered first-class. What about you?
Even if you don’t use the Great Ming King Sutra, you are still in this category. If you use the Great Ming King Sutra, you can compete with the top masters.”
Li Muchan nodded slowly, understanding the general trend.
He has been practicing and making constant progress, but masters keep coming out and overpowering him, making him lack confidence and feel that his martial arts skills are ordinary.
Now it seems that it is really nothing, just a first-rate master.
Master Zhuzhao asked: "Zhanran, the martial arts you practice are all rare and unique skills, but after all, the time is short and the fire is not enough. After all, you can only practice martial arts for two or three years?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, Master, I understand."
Master Zhuzhao looked at him deeply with almond-shaped eyes: "No matter how powerful your martial arts is, it will be useless if it is not overheated. It is rare for you to have such a talent, don't waste it!"
"Yes, disciple understands." Li Muchan nodded.
"Starting tomorrow, you will retreat with me to meditate on the Flying Immortal Sword Sutra." Master Zhu Zhao said.
Li Muchan said: "Disciple, please obey."
"I don't know if Miss Li has returned to the mountain." Master Zhuzhao sighed.
Li Muchan said: "Yujiao is very clever. It doesn't matter. Master, don't worry."
"Now the Changbai Sword Sect is a mad dog, we must be on guard against it." Master Zhu Zhao frowned and shook his head.
Before they came back, Li Yujiao left Canghai Mountain, and there was no news until then. She was a little worried that although Li Yujiao was strong in martial arts, she had too little martial arts experience, and she was a beauty, so she would suffer easily.
Li Muchan was confident, and Li Yujiao was very clever. She would definitely be able to put on makeup and go down the mountain. It was time to reach the Holy Snow Peak by now, and the letter should be halfway there.
"Master, I have something to say to my senior sister. Let's go first." Li Muchan said.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Master Zhuzhao waved her little hand.
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The bright sunshine shines on the martial arts training ground outside Wuji Hall, and all the disciples are practicing enthusiastically.
Most of them are dressed in black or white, with few male disciples and many female disciples, and their yin is strong and yang is weak.
Li Muchan slowly walked through the crowd and stepped onto the central high platform. Wen Yin Yue's white clothes fluttered and stood tall, looking down at the inner disciples.
She pretended not to see Li Muchan and stared into the distance without saying a word.
As the faint fragrance wafted over, Li Muchan sighed secretly, but said with a smile on his face: "Senior sister."
Wen Yinyue didn't look back and said calmly: "Say it."
Li Muchan sighed: "I intuitively feel that Nan Li and his party are in danger. Senior sister, please be careful and protect yourself first. Don't show off your strength."
Wen Yinyue said lightly: "Well, thank you junior brother."
Li Muchan sighed: "Senior sister, you don't have to be like this. I know your feelings, and I won't bother you any more."
Wen Yinyue frowned slightly and turned to look at him: "Junior brother, this is a martial arts training ground, don't talk nonsense!"
Her face had a hint of anger and a faint blush, and was as beautiful as a flower under the sunlight.
Li Muchan smiled: "It's not me."
Wen Yinyue looked at him deeply: "If nothing happens, please come back, junior brother!"
Li Muchan smiled and titheed, turned around and floated off the high platform, passed through the inner disciples, and left the martial arts training ground in a blink of an eye.
The two inner disciples were surprised when the two of them were talking together, so they didn't care. Besides, Wen Yinyue's voice was cold and indifferent, and she treated everyone the same, so no one else noticed the difference.
With her white clothes fluttering, Wen Yinyue stared into the distance with blurred eyes, silent and speechless. After a long time, she let out a sigh, stepped off the high platform, walked slowly through the inner disciples, and left absentmindedly.
This time, everyone immediately noticed something strange.
"Senior Sister, you must be sad for Junior Sister An..." Everyone sighed with anger.
"Alas... It's such a pity for Junior Sister An. Whoever is so cruel must be found and his head cut off to pay homage to Junior Sister An's soul!"
"I heard that Senior Sister is going down the mountain with Senior Sister Xu to avenge Junior Sister An!"
"Oh, it seems that the head master is cruel, the two senior sisters are going to attack at the same time, nothing will go wrong!"
"I heard that it was the work of Nanli Sanxiaotang."
"Nanli's Sanxiaotang, well, seems to be a formidable opponent!"
"It doesn't matter what the Three Smiles Hall or the Four Smiles Hall are. If you kill Junior Sister An, you will kill her back!"
"Yes, come back!"
"Don't worry, Senior Sister will not show mercy!"
Wen Yinyue couldn't hear everyone's discussion. She returned to her small courtyard with an empty heart, packed her clothes carelessly, and prepared to go down the mountain.
Li Muchan felt dejected, returned to the small courtyard, and went directly to the Observation of Heaven and the Divine Illumination Sutra.
In the early morning of the next day, Li Muchan suddenly exited the picture of heaven and man. At this time, there was a knock on the door of the small courtyard: "Zhan Ran, are you awake?"
Li Muchan raised his voice and said: "Master, please come in."
His courtyard door is not bolted, so you can just push it in.
Master Zhuzhao was dressed in a jade-colored monk's robe, and her whole body was spotless. She floated into the small courtyard, then came to the small pavilion and sat down.
Li Muchan got off the couch and came out after washing his face. Master Zhuzhao had already made tea and poured a cup for him.
"Yinyue and the others have already gone down the mountain."
Li Muchan took the tea cup and nodded gently: "I hope everything goes well for senior sister and the others."
Master Zhuzhao smiled and said, "Don't worry, Yin Yue won't wait for you. Let's go into seclusion with peace of mind and comprehend the Feixian Sword Sutra."
After a day, she returned to normal, and her sadness and anger had dissipated.
Li Muchan secretly admired this self-control.
The two of them drank tea and talked about everything, and then talked about the Feixian Sword Sutra. They confirmed each other's insights and inspired each other. From time to time, they came out of the small pavilion to make gestures with their swords.
There are two kinds of seclusion, death seclusion and living seclusion. Death seclusion is self-imprisonment, confined in a place without seeing outsiders, and you can only break through the seclusion after learning and gaining everything.
Living is to keep your daily routine the same, but only do one thing.
Master Zhuzhao and Master Li Muchan were living in isolation, and their daily routine was no different from normal.
After getting up and washing up, the two of them discussed for half an hour, comparing ideas, and then had breakfast. After breakfast, they came back to continue the discussion. After lunch, they adjusted their breath for half an hour, then continued in the afternoon, and continued after dinner until they fell asleep.
At the end of the day, except for sleeping, the two of them have been doing research together. During the day, they have discussed and stimulated each other, and they have learned many extraordinary things by themselves.
You can meditate on it alone when you go to bed at night, and it will be very interesting.
The two of them went into seclusion, and soon half a month passed. The Flying Immortal Sword Sutra made great progress. The master and the disciple mastered the twelfth posture in one go, but stopped progressing to the thirteenth posture.