Li Muchan put his hand on his wrist to explore, frowned immediately, and pressed his other hand on his chest.
Mei Ruohai also squatted down, grabbed He Nanshan's other wrist and checked it. His face turned gloomy, and he looked up at Li Muchan: "Damn! You're late!"
"...I'll give it a try!" Li Muchan took his hands away, sat cross-legged on the beach, closed his eyes, and formed the Vajra Seal with his hands on his chest.
His temperament suddenly changed, and his body merged with the surroundings, like a huge stone, standing still.
"Is he...?" Mei Ruohai frowned and looked at Xiaoyuan.
Xiao Yuan rolled her eyes at him: "Of course it's luck!"
She was still angry. This third young master was too reckless. It was clear that Zhanran's left shoulder was injured, but he added fuel to the fire and slapped her.
Mei Ruohai touched her nose, she would not care about Xiao Yuan.
Madoka is the eldest sister's maid. She has been with her since she was a child, and her name is maid, just like her younger sister.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and a group of people came from the woods, footsteps hurried, and a few others came galloping along the river. Together, the two groups totaled about fifty or sixty people.
"Third Young Master..." People stopped two feet away and greeted him one after another.
Mei Ruohai waved her hand and said in a deep voice: "Shut up!... Zhan Ran is practicing his skills, don't disturb him... You go back home first and report to the eldest sister!"
"Yes..." Everyone responded in a low voice and turned away. The four middle-aged people did not move.
These four people were wearing dark green gowns, similar in color to Mei Ruohai, with medium builds and different looks.
Instead, they stepped forward, came to Mei Ruohai, and whispered: "Young Master..."
"Shhh... don't talk!" Mei Ruohai waved her hand and stared at Li Muchan.
Xiao Yuan glanced at the four people, ignored them, and turned to look at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan's clothes were fluttering, like a strong wind blowing, and wisps of white air came out from the top of his head, as thin as hair, floating slowly into the air, gathering one meter above the sky, condensing and not dissipating.
At first glance, it looks like a white cloud covering the top of the head.
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear as the rippling water of a clear lake, he unraveled his fingerprints, held his fingers like a crane's beak, and pecked He Nanshan's chest several times.
These few strokes were as light as a dragonfly touching water. After closing his hands, he formed the seal with his hands again, his eyes were closed, white steam was rolling over his head, and the monk's robe was wet with sweat.
The white air became thicker and thicker, and his face was hidden in the mist, looming, as white as jade.
Mei Ruohai shouted in a low voice: "The art of controlling cranes and adding oil!"
He turned to look at the four of them, who nodded slowly with affirmative expressions.
"How can he know the miraculous arts of Yingyue Temple?" Mei Ruohai was puzzled.
A middle-aged man whispered: "He must have a close relationship with Yingyue'an... This technique is Yingyue'an's unique miraculous technique and will never be passed on to others!"
"Well, it's interesting, Yingyue Temple has no male disciples!" Mei Ruohai chuckled.
Xiao Yuan stared at Li Muchan with wide eyes. As time passed, the white mist dissipated and the monk's robe dried. He opened his eyes, his eyes clear and compelling.
She smiled and asked quickly: "Zhanran, are you okay?"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand to press on He Nanshan's tanzhong. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
Mei Ruohai looked at He Nanshan's wrist, touched his palm and said with a smile: "The art of controlling the crane and adding oil is really amazing, it can bring the dead back to life!"
Li Muchan smiled, shook his head and said, "Third Young Master, this is not a trick to control a crane and add fuel to the fire."
"Oh——, no?" Mei Ruohai was startled.
The art of controlling cranes and adding oil is the number one miraculous art in the world to prolong life, and the Snow Seal God Nun has a unique miraculous skill. Although he has never seen it, he has heard that it is similar to what Li Muchan used.
Li Muchan was solemn and said in a deep voice: "The art of controlling cranes and adding oil is a unique skill of Yingyue'an. Although my second sister is a disciple of Yingyue'an, she dare not teach it privately!"
"Haha..." Mei Ruohai was startled, then laughed and nodded: "Yes, yes, I saw it wrong! I saw it wrong! Haha..."
Li Muchan also laughed, his eyes showing approval.
These three young masters are smart men. Although they are not as good as the eldest lady, they are not as good as ordinary people.
Xiao Yuan looked at them, confused, and said hurriedly: "Zhanran, you are still injured, please apply medicine quickly!"
"No rush," Li Muchan waved his hand and said, "Xiaoyuan, let me see your injury."
Without waiting for Xiao Yuan to speak, he put his hand on Xiao Yuan Hao's wrist and nodded: "It's not bad."
Madoka hummed and wrinkled her nose: "I'm not a vegetarian either!"
Li Muchan chuckled: "Yes, you eat meat!"
Xiao Yuan looks fragile, but has deep inner strength, which is much better than that of Zhao Yuzhen and others. A strong general has no weak soldiers. He must have been practicing with Mei Ruolan since he was a child.
Li Muchan carried He Nanshan on his back, and everyone walked back through the woods.
Although He Nanshan is still unconscious, his breathing is even, his face is rosy, and his body is full of vitality. His life is safe and he only needs to take a good rest.
Upon entering Jinyang City, Mei Ruolan led people to welcome Zhao Yuzhen and Gong Qingyun.
Zhao Yuzhen looked excited and stepped forward to check on He Nanshan's injuries. Li Muchan let him go and he carried He Nanshan on his back. Gong Qingyun only glanced at Li Muchan without saying a word.
Everyone walked along the street together. When Mei Ruolan asked what happened, Xiaoyuan curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Miss, that white bluestone is so shameless!"
Mei Ruolan frowned: "Have you met Bai Qingshi?"
Xiao Yuan nodded: "Yes!... They used He Nanshan as bait to ambush us and used hidden weapons to greet us. Zhan Ran saw through it. I quickly sent the signal and they shouted that they were one of our own. They approached us while saying they had misunderstood.
, I really thought I had made a mistake...Zhanran was so smart that he pretended to be one of his own and moved forward, then suddenly attacked and killed a guy!...His cleverness was mistaken for his cleverness, hehe, what a relief!"
"Is the injury okay?" Mei Ruolan turned to ask Li Muchan.
Li Muchan shook his head: "The skin injury is nothing."
Xiao Yuan said again: "There are two guys left. They are very despicable. One of them dealt with Zhanran, and Bai Qingshi dealt with me. I was injured at once, but Zhanran blocked me!"
"Are you injured too?" Mei Ruolan frowned and glared at her.
Xiao Yuan giggled and said: "Small injury!...Bai Qingshi didn't want to kill me, he wanted to capture me alive!"
"Then what?!" Mei Ruohai urged.
Xiao Yuan smiled and said: "Zhanran grabbed it and let me climb on his back..."
When she said this, her cheeks turned red and her voice became much weaker, obviously she was shy.
Everyone secretly laughed and pretended not to know. Gong Qingyun took a deep look and turned his head.
"What's next?" Mei Ruohai urged again, humming: "Xiaoyuan, don't pant so hard, you're so anxious, just finish it in one breath!"
Xiao Yuan secretly sighed and said hurriedly: "Bai Qingshi is despicable!... He asked the man to kill He Nanshan, Zhanran grabbed him, and he intercepted him. Zhanran could only take his slap, and then fought hard to get it
That man killed that guy with one strike of his sword! ...Fortunately, now, Third Young Master, you are here!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Thankfully, Third Young Master showed up. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to defeat Bai Qingshi. I'm a small person and can't save Second Senior Brother. It would be a huge sin!"
Mei Ruolan frowned: "Bai Qingshi is one of the three masters of Bai Mansion. He has deep internal strength and domineering palm power. Don't you mind?"
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "Thank you for your concern, Miss. It doesn't matter."
"Miss, the white bluestone is nothing!" Xiao Yuan said with a smile.
Mei Ruolan glanced at her, her face darkened, and she said coldly: "There is no false person under the reputation. If you think like this, you are asking for a quick death!"
"Yes..., Miss." Xiao Yuan quickly lowered her head and said.
Mei Ruohai nodded and said: "Xiaoyuan, don't blame the eldest sister for being anxious, we two silver-armored guards fell into Bai Qingshi's hands, we can't be careless!"
Madoka stuck out her tongue. Even though her martial arts skills were strong, she was comparable to a guard in silver armor, but encountering a white bluestone would be a disaster.
When pedestrians saw them, they gave way one after another, and soon passed Chaoran Building, returned to Mei Mansion, and went straight to Tianshu Courtyard, where there were two beds side by side under the big tree.
Cheng Xiaofeng and Yu Chiming were lying down talking, their voices were weak, the breeze was gentle, and the small courtyard was quite peaceful.
When they arrived at Tianshu Courtyard, Xiao Yuan had already brought Elder An over, and Li Muchan moved out a couch and laid He Nanshan down on it.
Elder An put a hand on He Nanshan's wrist and said with a smile: "The little guy is really lucky. He was so seriously injured, but he is still full of vitality. Take good care of him!"
"Is he okay?" Zhao Yuzhen asked hurriedly.
"Well, if you raise it for two or three months, that's about it!" Elder An nodded.
Madoka wanted to speak, but swallowed her words.
Mei Ruolan smiled half-heartedly, glanced at Li Muchan, and said nothing.
Zhao Yuzhen took a long breath, clasped his hands together, and recited Amitabha.
Cheng Xiaofeng and Yu Chiming opened their eyes wide and pricked up their ears. When they heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, softened, and their cheeks flushed.
When Li Muchan returned home, the dusk was sinking, the sky and the earth were darkening, the lights in the small village were starting to turn on, and the smell of burning firewood floated in the air.
As soon as he smelled this breath, his whole body relaxed, and the fighting during the day suddenly became out of reach, as if it was something in another world, suddenly becoming illusory.
The second sister Li Yurong did not come back, and neither did the eldest brother. In the brightly lit courtyard, his father Li Zhuzhu was watering the flowers, while his mother Qin and sister-in-law Zhao Yiyi were sitting at the table picking leeks and talking.
Seeing him coming back, Zhao Yiyi pursed her lips and smiled, got up and entered the house.
Mrs. Qin smiled and said: "San'er, Li Jian's wife is here today. That little guy is so delicate. When he grows up, he will harm many women!"
Li Zhuzhu raised his head and glanced at him, then went about his business.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Li Jian said, I will be your godfather."
"This feeling is great!" Mrs. Qin said happily.
Zhao Yiyi came over with tea and handed it to him.
He took it, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Mom, I won't be back for a few days. Something happened."
"What's going on?" Qin asked.
"I want to practice in seclusion." Li Muchan said with a smile.
Mrs. Qin glared: "I'm going into seclusion again!"
Li Muchan chuckled and stretched out his hand to help pick leeks. Zhao Yiyi sat down and said with a smile: "Mom, practicing hard is always a good thing. Once your martial arts is good, you won't let others bully you."