Li Muchan shook his head helplessly: "A jar of Xuefeng brew!"
Xia Wufeng smiled and said: "Why spend so much money? We brothers, whoever follows whom, don't be polite!"
Li Muchan kept slandering him. As they got closer, the two got to know each other casually, and it was so unceremonious that Senior Brother Xia revealed his habit of drinking.
He is not picky about food, but he is very picky about wine. Without good wine, no matter how good the food is, he will not be able to eat it. With good wine, no matter how bad the food is, he will enjoy it.
However, the wine in the small building is extremely expensive, and most disciples cannot afford it.
Most disciples make their own wine, and there is plenty of space in the mountains. You can open your own land to grow grains, such as sorghum or sweet potatoes, which can be used to make wine.
There are many wine recipes in the Palace of Stars, which are often medicinal wines. After drinking them, you can strengthen your muscles and bones and stimulate your blood. Ordinary people can drink them to strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives.
But this effect is insignificant for the disciples of Xinghu Xiaozhu. The martial arts they practice have such effects. It doesn't matter whether they have medicinal wine or not. Those who make wine are just to satisfy their greed.
Like Xia Wufeng, he likes strong wine the most. The stronger the wine, the more he likes it. He usually drinks Shaodao Zi, but he rarely drinks high-quality wine like Xuefeng Brewing because it is too expensive after all.
"You can talk now, Senior Brother Xia!" Li Muchan said angrily.
Xia Wufeng happily said: "This method is also simple... Use a knife to split a stone, and you can break it in two without any internal force. It is considered to have touched the first layer. Then use a wooden sword and you can also break it in two. It is considered a great success."
"In this way..." Li Muchan nodded slowly.
After careful consideration, this method is indeed feasible. The key to this sword is the sword's intention, not the internal force. If it can really cut through the stone with a wooden knife, the strength of the sword's intention will be amazing.
You can break stones with wood, and if you use a sharp blade, you may be able to cut through all obstacles with one strike.
He became excited when he thought about it and said with a smile: "Thank you, Senior Brother Xia, this is a great method!"
Even at this moment, his thoughts started to spread and he thought of other ways, such as using a knife to cut stones, or using a knife to cut water, or even using a knife to cut feathers.
These training methods are extremely beneficial to tempering the sword's will. Just like the flying knife that I practiced in the past, it has now become a life-saving secret. It is accurate, but also has a strong will, so the flying knife is so powerful.
"Then stop talking nonsense and start practicing!" Xia Wufeng said with a smile.
Li Muchan nodded, went to find a few pieces of bluestone, each about the size of two fists, placed them on the stone table, raised the black iron knife, and slowly chopped it down.
In order to make it easier for them to eat, the two of them had built a stone table with stones. They usually drank tea when they were tired from practicing, which was quite leisurely and made them happy in the midst of hardship.
"Ding..." The black iron knife collapsed, and the stone spattered sparks, and then fell together, but it failed to chop it, and it looked more like it was smashed with a hammer.
"Not even close!" Xia Wufeng shook his head.
Li Muchan pursed his lips tightly without saying a word, then struck with the knife, "Ding..." It looked like before, but the stone broke into several pieces.
Xia Wufeng shook his head: "The intention of the sword is to split, not to smash. You are using too much force!"
Li Muchan spent half a day practicing swordsmanship, half a day practicing Qi, and at night he used Observation of Heaven and God to read sutras instead of sleeping. His life was extremely fulfilling. Xu Xiaorou and the others occasionally came over to look for him, but they couldn't find him. They didn't force themselves. It would take them a while before they could come out.
lake.
In the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed. Li Muchan has made great progress in practicing swordsmanship in the past few days. He has mastered the essence and charm of this sword and can cut a stone in half with one sword.
Early that morning, after breakfast, he came to Luo Xing Pavilion and learned the second form from Leng Wushuang.
Leng Wushuang looked at his first sword, nodded, and without saying much, passed on the sword technique for the second sword, practiced it once, and then turned back to Shuixie.
Li Muchan thought for a long time in Luo Xing Pavilion, then jumped on the boat and rowed to the trestle, heading up the mountain, thinking as he walked, immersed in the sword skills in his mind.
Leng Wushuang's sword was imprinted in his mind, just like a video for later generations. He replayed it repeatedly in his mind, trying to see it clearly from different angles.
This is a magical power. No matter how good ordinary people's memories are, they cannot achieve such accuracy and clarity.
As he was walking, he suddenly stopped and turned around to look. In front of him was a lush forest, with no people or scenery around him.
He sensed the murderous intention, turned his head and looked to the left, and said warmly: "Brother He, I wonder what you are hiding there?"
The branches trembled, and a blue shadow floated down in front of Li Muchan, like a feather falling to the ground, not even a speck of dust.
This man is tall and slender, wearing a sapphire blue gown, with a fair complexion, delicate features, and blazing eyes. He looks both delicate and heroic, and he is considered a real pretty boy.
This is Senior Brother He Jingsheng, a sixth-grade disciple. Unfortunately, his martial arts skills are not very good. He stopped at Xuan Lei last time, which made many female disciples sigh.
Li Muchan clasped his fists: "Senior Brother He is polite, but you are waiting for me?"
"That's right." He Jingsheng nodded and said with a smile: "I heard that Junior Brother Li and Senior Brother Xia are in retreat together, right?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, Senior Brother Xia was punished by the Lake Master to face the wall. I will talk to Senior Brother Xia."
He Jingsheng smiled and said: "Senior Brother Xia has excellent swordsmanship. It is a great thing and a blessing to have you by my side to listen to my advice."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Yes, it is my creation."
He Jingsheng said: "Send hello to Senior Brother Xia for me. Except for you, the Lake Master has ordered that no one else can meet Senior Brother Xia."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Okay, so that's what happened. I naturally passed on the message to Senior Brother He."
He Jingsheng showed a hint of embarrassment and said with a smile: "How is Junior Brother Li's sword skills going?"
Li Muchan said: "It's still far from enough."
He Jingsheng smiled and said: "I see that your knife skills are very good, and my hands are very itchy. How about we make some gestures?"
Li Muchan was startled and looked at him.
He Jingsheng blushed and said hurriedly: "I don't have anyone to instruct me. I just want to spar. I heard that Junior Brother Li is a genius in the art of swordsmanship, and your hands are very itchy."
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled bitterly. There was no three hundred taels of silver here. It was obviously someone who instigated it, but he would not point it out lest he become angry.
"Senior brother, I can't ask for any advice. Please—!" Li Muchan looked overjoyed. He didn't bring a black iron sword, only a long sword.
The Bishui Sword is not with him either. He has discarded it because it is too thin and flimsy. He does not use it when he can, so as not to have anything to do with Canghai Mountain.
Li Muchan drew his long sword and crossed it in front of him, saying: "Senior Brother He, please—!"
"You go ahead and draw your sword first." He Jingsheng pulled out his long sword, shook it lightly, and shook out a sword flower. His feet were uneven, standing still, standing still, showing the style of a master.
Li Muchan shouted: "There is blasphemy!"
One slash of the knife seemed to slow down the attack, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of He Jingsheng's eyebrows.
He Jingsheng didn't expect the sword to be so fast, so he hurriedly blocked it with his sword. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sword split into two and was cut off directly.
Li Muchan put away his sword and stood up, saying apologetically: "Senior Brother He, I'm offended!"
He Jingsheng looked down at the tip of the sword in surprise, then looked at the sword body in his hand, and said in surprise: "Junior Brother Li, what kind of sword technique is this?"
Li Muchan said: "Die Yue Sword Technique!"
"Hmm... Duanyue Sword Technique, no wonder!" He Jingsheng suddenly realized, shook his head and said with a smile, "It is not a shame to be defeated by Duan Yue Sword Technique."
Li Muchan didn't expect him to be so calm. He felt that he was not pretending to be fine, and his mood was indeed as calm as before, without being affected at all.
"Senior Brother He, aren't you surprised?" Li Muchan said.
He Jingsheng shook his head and said with a smile: "What's wrong with you? It's not a shame to be inferior to others. If you can beat Senior Sister Han, it's normal to defeat me."
Li Muchan's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed that he came here for Han Yuzhu and to avenge Han Yuzhu? Logically speaking, he shouldn't. Senior Sister Han Yuzhu has an arrogant temperament and would never use such tactics.
He Jingsheng shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Senior Sister Feng and the others were not angry that you defeated Senior Sister Han, so they forced me to fight with you to see what your real abilities are and whether you are cheating."
He Jingsheng clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, I finally completed the task. Junior Brother Li, you do have real materials. Senior Sister Han was not unjustly defeated!"
"Humph, who says it's not unfair!" Suddenly a sneer came from the woods, and a figure flashed, and Han Yuzhu, dressed in black, suddenly appeared, glaring coldly at He Jingsheng.
He Jingsheng shrank his neck and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Han, you are here."
"A great man, but you are manipulated by a few little girls, I am ashamed of you!" Han Yuzhu stared at him coldly.
He Jingsheng smiled bitterly and said: "Senior Sister Han, it's not like you don't know the methods of Senior Sister Feng and the others. If I don't agree, why don't you beat me to death?"
"Skeleton!" Han Yuzhu snorted coldly.
He Jingsheng lowered his head and stopped refuting. He made no sense, and what he said was in vain.
Li Muchan said: "Senior Sister Han and Senior Brother He also let Senior Sister Feng and the others, they are not really afraid."
Han Yuzhu sneered: "That's nice to say!... Junior Brother Li, I lost to you on the stage and I'm not convinced. Let's compete again!"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, I will sacrifice my life to accompany you!"
"Don't worry, I won't take your life!" Han Yuzhu snorted.
Li Muchan and He Jingsheng looked at each other and saw the helpless look in each other's eyes.
He raised his long knife horizontally and said in a deep voice: "Senior Sister Han, we don't need to say more, just let me see the truth!"
"This is a man!" Han Yuzhu showed an approving look and hummed: "Look at the sword!"
A ray of sword light rose from his waist and struck straight at him. Li Muchan turned to avoid it. The sword light turned in the air, adjusted its direction, and went faster.
Li Muchan kicked his foot, stepped back a foot, and then slashed his long hair straight with the sword.
The sword light flashed, and it suddenly accelerated. Li Muchan's sword struck the air, and the tip of the sword had already reached his chest. It was really as fast as lightning.
Li Muchan hurriedly took a step diagonally, barely avoiding the tip of the sword. The chill from the sword came from his shoulder. If he had been a little late, there would have been a hole in his shoulder.
He Jingsheng's eyes widened as he watched, even more nervous than if he had done it himself, fearing that Han Yuzhu wouldn't be able to hold back and really kill Li Muchan.
Now everyone in Xiaozhu knows that the new Junior Brother Li is extremely qualified and practices ancient Qi training techniques. If he really practices to the top, he can live forever.
If something unexpected happened to such an important person, I would be really sorry for the lake owner. The lake owner has placed great hopes on him, which is related to the fate of the entire small building.
He Jingsheng waved half of the sword in his hand, wishing he could use his own hands to block Han Yuzhu.
"Buzz..." Li Muchan slashed with his sword again, but Han Yuzhu refused to engage him and changed his moves to dodge.
He is also a sixth-grade disciple, and He Jingsheng's internal strength is not inferior to his own. His sword can be broken, and his own sword cannot be spared. Moreover, his own sword is thinner and not as strong as He Jingsheng's sword.
Li Muchan raised his voice and said: "Senior Brother He, please lend me your sword!"
He Jingsheng was startled, then raised his hand and threw it over. Li Muchan cut off the sword in half with his left hand, and slashed out with the long sword in his right hand one after another.
Although it was half a sword, it was still stronger than his own sword. Han Yuzhu gritted his teeth secretly and decided to ask the lake owner for a sword when he returned, so that he would not be so aggrieved.
Li Muchan struck out extremely quickly, one sword after another in succession, leaving no room for Han Yuzhu to breathe. Her long sword did not dare to intersect with it, so she could only keep dodging and retreating.
Not every one of Li Muchan's swords was a Duan Yue sword, but Han Yuzhu didn't dare to bet on whether it was true or false and could only dodge.
So the two exchanged offense and defense. Li Muchan continued to attack wildly, while Han Yuzhu kept retreating, advancing and retreating, and moved ten feet away in the blink of an eye.
Li Muchan suddenly stopped his momentum, took a step back, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Han, let's just stop here. How about we discuss it another day?"
Han Yuzhu said coldly: "No need to say nice things, you are indeed better than me!"
Li Muchan touched his nose and said nothing, just smiled.
Han Yuzhu said: "Next month, I will come again to ask for advice. I hope you can still beat me. Let's go!"
After saying that, she ducked into the woods and disappeared in an instant.
He Jingsheng gave him a thumbs up, said nothing, and disappeared into the woods in a flash.
Li Muchan smiled and turned back to the cliff.
Li Muchan only felt that in the blink of an eye, the first month of the year had passed. Xu Xiaorou and the three girls were about to return to Baiyun City. The evening before, Xu Xiaorou came over to say goodbye to him.
Li Muchan's heart sank, thinking that they were going out for another adventure, so he went to the lake owner Leng Wushuang and asked her why she had to send them out when she knew there was someone outside trying to plot against them.
Leng Wushuang stood in the Luoxing Pavilion and looked at him calmly: "Is it because someone wants to cause trouble that you stay in the lake and don't get out?"
Li Muchan was silent, and after a while he said: "Lake Master, let's go find the murderer!"
"How sure are you?" Leng Wushuang asked.
Li Muchan thought for a while and shook his head: "I can only give it a try."
Leng Wushuang said: "Okay, let's follow Xiaorou and the others!"
Li Muchan suddenly smiled: "Yes!"
Leng Wushuang said: "You go back and pack your things, we will set off tomorrow!"
Li Muchan agreed, returned to the house happily, and asked Senior Brother Chang for two more good knives. They were both thick and long knives. Although they were not as heavy as the black iron sword, they were far superior to ordinary long knives.