Li Muchan slowly stopped his hand and looked at her fair face.
She closed her eyes and took a breath, formed a seal with her hands, and was as majestic as Avalokitesvara, motionless.
After a moment, she opened her eyes, smiled sweetly at Li Muchan, stood up and fluttered to the outside of the pavilion, stood quietly, then took a half-step with her left foot, her hands pointed like swords in front of her chest, pointing at the sky, her eyes slightly
He lowered his head, and there was a lingering light in his eyes on his fingertips.
Li Muchan followed her out and stood beside her, staring.
For about a quarter of an hour, changes gradually occurred in her body, and a faint sword intent permeated the air. If it was there or not, it would be difficult for Li Muchan to detect it unless he had a keen sense.
Li Muchan nodded, the master's understanding was also good.
As time passed, Master Zhuzhao's sword intent became stronger and stronger. An hour later, the surrounding area was filled with cold and cold light, like a sword unsheathed and filled with cold light.
The jade-colored monk's robes billow like ocean waves, rising and falling. The power of the monk's robes is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, stretching and contracting.
Li Muchan frowned.
After a while, her sword intent became stronger, her monk's robes were fluttering like a strong wind, her fair and white cheeks were as red as flowers, and her breath became thicker.
Li Muchan frowned even more tightly.
Another quarter of an hour passed, Master Zhuzhao's pretty face turned red, as if she was trying hard to exert herself, and she looked like she was struggling. Her sword fingers trembled slightly, and her delicate body also trembled slightly.
At this time, the surroundings were as cold as a cold cellar, and the sword was as solid as a sword against the throat. He couldn't help but want to shrink back and stay away from her.
Li Muchan's mind was as strong as a dragon and his mind was as iron, and he was not affected. However, his face was not good-looking, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were staring at Master Zhuzhao.
Master Zhuzhao trembled even more. He shook his head and sighed. This was a sign that he was going crazy and could not control his sword intention.
He clasped his hands together like a Bodhidharma offering a pestle, closed his eyes slightly, concentrated his mind, and moved his lips gently.
"I heard that at one time, the Buddha was in the Solitary Garden of Sāvatthi State with a group of 1,250 great bhikkhus. At that time..."
Ruoyouruowu's voice floated out of his mouth, curling into Zhuzhao Shitai's ears, like silk, like smoke, like mist, hazy and illusory.
Li Muchan didn't dare to disturb her. She was most vulnerable now and would go crazy if she was disturbed at the slightest moment.
The sound of chanting sutras was round and soft, falling into Master Zhuzhao's ears like jade beads. It gradually became louder and louder, and finally, the sound of chanting sutras filled the world.
Master Zhu Zhao's expression slowly recovered, the monk's robe fell back on his body, and the sword intent that filled his body slowly subsided.
"Duh!" Li Muchan shouted suddenly.
Master Zhuzhao trembled, slowly opened his almond-shaped eyes, and glanced at Li Muchan dimly. His body suddenly softened and he fell down.
Li Muchan put his arms around her waist and held her in his arms.
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"It's really amazing, what a sword-making style..." Master Zhuzhao reluctantly looked at him with wide almond eyes, gasping and sighing, and exhaled like a blue.
Sweat poured out violently, like a sluice releasing water, instantly soaking her monk's robes, which clung to her body, revealing her exquisite curves.
Li Muchan stretched out his palm and pressed her vest, feeling a gentle inner force that circulated in a circle to drive away the chill. Then he put his arm around her shoulders and the other behind her knees, and carried her into the house.
Although the sun was shining brightly, it was still winter and the wind was cold. She was at her weakest. Once the evil spirits invaded, she would be in great trouble.
People who practice martial arts generally do not suffer from wind and cold. Once they do, it will be a serious illness and more dangerous than ordinary people who do not practice martial arts.
Master Zhuzhao was so petite and delicate that he let him hold her softly on the couch. She leaned on the pillow and sighed weakly: "This sword-making style is not practiced by humans at all!"
Li Muchan took her little hand and said with a smile: "Master, it's so easy. The Changbai Sword Sect has long dominated the world, isn't it?"
Master Zhuzhao laughed: "That's right!"
Li Muchan passed the exercise, his inner energy was rolling, and in a blink of an eye, white mist rose. The monk's robe was dry in an instant. He pulled the quilt to cover her, stood up and said, "Master, you lie down for a while, and I will get you some clothes."
"Well, let's go." Master Zhuzhao waved his hands too lazily, feeling sleepy.
She was exhausted, in a daze, and her spirit was so exhausted that she was not very clear-headed.
Li Muchan turned around and went out, went to Wuji Hall, asked a female disciple who was guarding outside the hall to help take Master Zhuzhao's clothes, and quickly returned to the small courtyard.
When he returned to the house, Master Zhuzhao had already fallen asleep, feeling peaceful and peaceful.
Li Muchan thought for a moment, put his clothes aside, and then stepped out, shaking his head.
In the evening, Li Muchan was practicing the Flying Immortal Sword Technique in the small courtyard. He wanted to integrate it with the Nine Swords of the Canghai to learn from each other's strengths. Suddenly, a sweet shout came from the room: "Zhanran! Zhanran!"
Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Master."
He put away the Dragon Song Sword and entered the house. Master Zhu Zhao was sitting on the bed, his face flushed, charming and lazy.
"Master is awake?" Li Muchan smiled and sat in front of the couch.
Master Zhuzhao looked at him with a smile: "You brat, thanks to you being here this time."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "It's good if Master doesn't blame me."
Without his initiation, Master Zhuzhao would not have been able to practice the sword-making style. Even though he was able to stop his madness in time, Master Zhuzhao suffered a lot.
Master Zhuzhao shook his head and sighed: "It seems that I really can't practice this sword-making style!"
After sitting for a while, Master Zhuzhao got up and had already changed her clothes. Before going out, she curled her lips and said, "You stinky brat, please dry the quilt well and wash it more often!"
Li Muchan was startled: "What?"
His quilt is very clean, because he has practiced the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, which cuts off the hair and cleanses the marrow, so that the internal organs are pure, and the internal energy protects the body, making him spotless, the body is flawless, and the quilt will not be stained.
"The smell of manliness is too strong!" Master Zhuzhao gave him a blank look and turned around and walked out.
Li Muchan touched his nose and smiled helplessly.
The master has a mysophobia, so it must be very awkward for her to sleep in his bed, which is really difficult for her.
He was the only one left in the small courtyard. He came to the courtyard, bathed in the sunset, spread his legs, and pointed his hands in parallel to form a sword, piercing the sky. He closed his eyes slightly, and used the residual light of his eyes to shine on his fingertips, imagining the sword.
Break the void.
The heroic sword intention gradually condensed, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a sword, breaking through the dark clouds in the sky, shining through the earth, facing the rolling thunder, and exercising the sword with the thunder.
Two hours later, when he opened his eyes, it was already midnight, and the sword energy filled the whole courtyard. It was as cold as an ice cellar, and the temperature was several degrees lower than outside.
He stopped his momentum and felt full of energy and sharp as a rock. Although it was a dark night, it was still clear and bright. The moon was so bright and moving, and the night sky was so pure and black. Everything was beautiful.
It was too late and there was no place to eat, so he strolled to the Wuji Hall, turned to the west, pushed aside the gloomy green pines, and walked on the forest path to a small courtyard in the center of the forest.
Under the dim moonlight, this small courtyard is peaceful and quiet, blending in with the surrounding pine trees. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary small courtyard, but it is the residence of Master Zhuzhao.
"Master." Li Muchan called out in a loud voice.
Master Zhuzhao's voice sounded: "You bastard, come in!"
Li Muchan pushed the door open and walked in. Sword light rushed toward his face. He clapped his dragon-slaying hand, and there was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sword light filled the sky.
Master Zhuzhao was wearing a snow-white silk outfit and was full of energy. She stood in front of him with a sword in her hand and hummed: "Not bad!"
Li Muchan looked at her and said with a smile: "Master, has your spirit recovered?"
Master Zhuzhao sheathed his sword and said, "It's so hard to get some sleep. Why are you here?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I missed the meal time and wanted to ask Master for a bowl of rice!"
Master Zhuzhao had a special cook who was very good at cooking. Li Muchan had heard about it from his senior sister, but had never learned about it, so he took the opportunity to cook.
"Well, wait a minute." She nodded, turned around and entered the room, and came out after a while changing into a jade-colored monk's robe.
She clapped her hands, and a person came out of the kitchen. She was a beautiful middle-aged woman with a plump figure.
Master Zhuzhao said: "Qiao Niang, help Zhanran cook two dishes."
"Okay." The beautiful middle-aged woman smiled at Li Muchan, turned around and went in again.
The two of them sat in a small pavilion in the courtyard. Several lanterns illuminated the pavilion as brightly as daylight, and their eyebrows were visible.
Just as he was about to speak, Li Muchan suddenly frowned and his blood surged.
Seeing his expression change, Master Zhuzhao asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Muchan shook his head, stood up and went outside the pavilion. He felt restless and his blood was turbulent. After walking a few steps, it became even worse.
Li Muchan stopped and turned around: "Master, maybe something happened to Senior Sister and the others!"
Master Zhuzhao raised his eyebrows: "I sent two masters from Cuifeng Pavilion to follow secretly. Coupled with Yin Yue's martial arts and shrewdness, we won't suffer any loss."
Li Muchan shook his head. Although he felt the sensation, it was not clear. It was only vague. He vaguely felt that it was Wen Yinyue, but he was afraid that caring would cause chaos.
He looked up at the sky. A bright moon was shining brightly in the sky. The night sky was clear and there were no dark clouds.
He walked a few steps distractedly, then stopped, slowly moved the beads, and secretly recited the Diamond Sutra.
Since he started practicing the Observation of Heaven and God's Illumination Sutra, his mind has been as calm as water, and all his emotions have weakened a lot. Whether it is joy or sadness, they are all faint and it is difficult to really touch his heart.
This is the first time I have been so upset.
"Zhan Ran, is something really wrong with Yin Yue and the others?" Master Zhu Zhao asked with a frown.
Li Muchan nodded slowly: "Fuck you!... Master, I have to go and have a look."
Master Zhuzhao frowned and said: "Crow's Mouth! Even if something happens, it's too late for you to go now."
At this moment, an eagle's cry suddenly came from the sky, clear and exciting. Li Muchan hurriedly waved his hand. These two eagles had also practiced their internal strength and had extraordinary eyesight.
A gust of wind blew by, and two eagles appeared on his shoulders. Li Muchan reached out and grabbed the bamboo tube on the eagle's leg, opened it and took out a piece of paper, his expression changed.
He handed it to Master Zhuzhao and said in a deep voice: "Master, I'll leave immediately!"
He pursed his lips and let out a long roar, and a horse neighed from the bottom of Canghai Mountain, like a dragon's roar. The sound resounded throughout Canghai Mountain, rolling like thunder.
Li Muchan turned around and left the small courtyard. When he arrived in front of the Wuji Hall, he saw the red shadow turning into a light smoke, floating up the steps, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of him.
It can walk on steps as if it were on flat ground, and its speed is better than the extremely light kung fu.
Li Muchan jumped onto the red shadow, and the red shadow hissed and turned into a wisp of smoke and floated down. The entire Canghai Mountain was awakened and came out to see what was going on.