When Li Muchan returned to the Qingyun Sword Sect, Zhu Xiaoyue looked calm and showed no surprise. Instead, she looked at him worriedly, feeling that the head of the family had come unexpectedly and there was no way it was a pie in the sky.
Li Muchan dismissed everyone and spoke to her alone. The two of them left the hall and slowly went to the back garden, where they stood under the Yiyi willow tree and looked at the clear lake water.
Li Muchan slowly explained to her the reason why he had become the head of the family in a daze. Zhu Xiaoyue frowned and looked melancholy.
Li Muchan smiled and explained a few words. No matter what, there is no doubt that he is now the head of the Lin family.
Zhu Xiaoyue pondered for a while, then turned to look at him with bright eyes: "Brother, I don't think they have good intentions. No one can guard against the assassin. Whoever becomes the head of the family will be assassinated, and his life will be in danger."
Li Muchan smiled: "You mean, they want me to be the scapegoat?"
"Otherwise, why would they insist that you, eldest brother, be the head of the family?" Zhu Xiaoyue curled her lips.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Madam, although people's hearts are inherently evil, they are not a good person. I think the eldest brother is sincerely doing it for the Lin family... As for the four elders, to them, it doesn't matter who is the head of the family. Only the third brother is affected.
I think he breathed a sigh of relief after feeling his grievance."
Zhu Xiaoyue smiled and nodded: "Yes, the third brother is a lazy man. It is difficult for him to be the head of the family. He has never thought that he can be the head of the family."
If Lin Zhenbei, the second eldest son, had not wanted to be the head of the family, and Lin Zhenying had a grudge against him, he would never have stood up to fight for the position of the head of the family. Now that Lin Zhenbei is dead, he naturally does not want to fight anymore.
Li Muchan said: "Madam, you have to arrange the people in Zhujiabao well and don't cause any trouble."
"Don't worry, I understand." Zhu Xiaoyue patted her tall chest.
Li Muchan raised his head and let out a long sigh: "Starting from tomorrow, I will suffer. This family head is not easy to be."
Zhu Xiaoyue smiled and said: "Brother, you are duplicity. You must be very happy. As the head of the family, you can slowly change those things that you are not used to, and you can change the Lin family according to your wishes."
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "Yes, the Lin family is like an old patient now. It needs to change, otherwise problems will occur sooner or later."
Zhu Xiaoyue said: "Brother, you can't be impatient. After all, we still have family here."
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "I understand."
He looked at Zhu Xiaoyue and sighed: "You will take over the sword sect in the future."
Zhu Xiaoyue shook her head: "I'm a woman who can't be seen in public, and it's hard to convince the public. I'm the eldest brother and I help with some trivial matters."
Li Muchan thought for a moment and nodded slowly. Although Zhu Xiaoyue had always been his wife, the relationship between the two had always been cold and alien. It was not until he replaced Lin Zhenchuan that they began to get in touch with each other and become harmonious.
Qingyun Sword Sect is not weak in strength, and there are many thorns in it. Zhu Xiaoyue directly becomes the leader. It is difficult to convince the public. It needs a process. Just get used to it.
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Li Muchan went into seclusion for a month to learn the Songhe Yannian sword technique.
The back garden of the Lin Mansion was covered with white snow, like a layer of feathers, white and elegant. Li Muchan stood in an open space and slowly waved his sword, slowly and lazily, as if he was playing with random gestures.
The blade of the Lightless Sword is dim and does not look like a sword. Instead, it looks like a piece of scrap metal.
There are more than a dozen plum trees standing at random around them, covered with white snow, standing proudly like iron branches. When the cold wind blows, they still stand motionless and watch Li Muchan practice his sword.
Everyone in the Lin Mansion received an order not to go near the back garden. The four elders would personally bring food in. The back garden became a forbidden area and no one could disturb Li Muchan's practice.
His sword movement was slow and slow, and the snowflakes floated slowly, as if an invisible force lifted them up from the flower branches, and flew to Li Muchan one after another, circling around him.
As the lightless sword was waved, more and more snowflakes formed, condensing into a silver dragon, circling back and forth, wrapping around the body, which was truly spectacular in the sunlight.
Li Muchan smiled slightly, having already mastered the Songhe Yannian Sword, fully understanding that it is as soft as water, as strong as Qi, as tough as dragon tendons, and as powerful as the sea.
This Songhe Yannian Sword is indeed mysterious. His internal energy has also changed its nature now, becoming more flexible and pure, and its power is becoming more and more powerful.
With this Songhe Yannian sword technique, his ability to protect himself is much stronger.
Emphasis is placed on the intention rather than the moves. This set of swordsmanship is somewhat similar to the Tai Chi method of later generations, but it is different.
If you want to practice this set of swordsmanship, you will not be able to figure out the way without seeing the famous mountains and rivers, without a bright and bright mind, and just being immersed in the world.
The name of this sword is Songhe Sword Technique for Prolonging Life, which is also appropriate. The Tao is the essence of the soul. Moreover, after practicing this sword, the whole body becomes soft and comfortable. Not only does the body feel comfortable, but the mood also improves. It is no lie that it can extend life.
It is a pity that the heads of the Lin family in the past generations did not live long. Li Muchan sighed secretly. He had checked the Lin family's genealogy and found that most of the heads of the Lin family died around the age of fifty, and rarely exceeded sixty.
The sun was shining brightly and the snow was white. He was wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword. He was immersed in Songhe Yannian's sword intention, slightly closing his eyes and smiling at the corner of his mouth.
There was a sudden sound of footsteps, and Li Muchan slowly opened his eyes. His state at this time was extremely sensitive, as if there was an explosion in the silence.
He heard Lin Zhifeng's footsteps, and he was in an impatient mood. It was obvious that something big had happened, so the Eyes of the Void spread out and looked down at the Lin Mansion.
He frowned and saw a commotion. Someone broke into the Lin Mansion. There were four people in total. They were young, about forty years old. They were all tall and tall, but a little short, just like a sharp arrow.
, broke through the obstruction of Lin Mansion's guards, and kept pushing forward, heading towards the hall.
Li Muchan looked at the four people. They were all wearing leather jackets. They were so dark that the original color could not be seen clearly, and they were shiny as if they had been smeared with oil.
In such a cold day, they all had one arm bare, exposing their right shoulder and right arm. Their muscles were as knotted as iron, and you could feel the astonishing power contained in them at a glance.
Their martial arts skills were simple, and they all faced the fierce crowd with bare hands. With a flash of sword light, they would often knock people away with one punch or palm.
Li Muchan frowned and realized that the martial arts of these four people seemed to be both skillful and clumsy. They used their moves to attack the weak and find gaps, so they were able to do it with ease.
Being able to reach such a state is not due to being familiar with the Lin family's martial arts, but having a good eye, which is a vision trained by being familiar with the world's martial arts.
Such a person cannot be cultivated by ordinary small sects. The masters who suddenly rise from ordinary small sects often have deep internal strength and a big gap in martial arts cultivation.
The cultivation of martial arts cultivation requires experience and experience, not genius.
His thoughts were like lightning. These thoughts only happened in a moment. His footsteps were getting closer and closer. Lin Zhifeng strode to him.
"Master!" He stepped forward and bowed.
Although he is the elder of the family, he is in a supporting position, like a king and a minister.
Li Muchan cupped his fists and returned the greeting, pretending not to know and asked: "Second uncle, what happened?"
"Four guys broke in and said they wanted to see the eldest brother." Lin Zhifeng snorted coldly with a dark face.
Li Muchan glanced at him: "Second uncle, don't you recognize them?"
Lin Zhifeng looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "If I guess correctly, they should be from Dongchu!"
"People from Dong Chu?" Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized: "The last time I went out with my uncle, I just wanted to meet the masters of Dong Chu. Could it be them?"
"Brother told you?!" Lin Zhifeng said in surprise.
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, uncle told me that we need to use Dongchu masters to deal with Xinghu Xiaozhu, but unfortunately he..."
"Alas... Brother, this is a dangerous move. If you are not careful, you will attract a wolf into the house, which will backfire on you. Have you seen the consequences now?" Lin Zhifeng shook his head disapprovingly.
Li Muchan said: "I'll go take a look."
Lin Zhifeng sighed: "Alas... we old men are no match for us. It's up to you, the head of the family. Have you mastered the swordsmanship of Songhe Yannian?"
Li Muchan nodded, smiled and said, "It's a small success."
"That's good. Dongchu's martial arts is very prosperous, but our Nanli is far inferior. Our Lin family's martial arts is not good enough. The only thing we can rely on is the Songhe Yannian Sword Technique!" Lin Zhifeng said.
Li Muchan returned the sword to its sheath, turned around and walked out. At this time, the three family elders were already confronting the four people. The third grandfather Lin Zhiwu took action and fought with a Dongchu master.
The three elders are brothers, the eldest Lin Zhixin, the second eldest Lin Zhiwen, and the third eldest Lin Zhiwu. They all have fair hair and boyish faces, and their whole bodies are full of peaceful aura, like three wealthy men, not like martial arts masters.
Li Muchan looked down with his eyes in the void. This Dong Chu master was really smart. Lin Zhiwu's cultivation was astonishing. Every move used deep internal strength, but he couldn't hit the opponent at all. The Dong Chu master's footwork was exquisite and he could move within a few inches.
Teng, but was able to avoid Lin Zhiwu's fist.
After more than a dozen moves, the master of Dong Chu suddenly stopped, froze his body, and punched lightly with a faint smile. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the two fists were exchanged.
Lin Zhiwu's clothes trembled and made a hunting sound. He staggered back four or five steps, one step at a time. After he stood firm, his face turned red and slowly recovered.
The Dongchu master stood proudly, squinting at him with a sarcastic look on his face.
Although the two did not speak, their eyes were piercing. Lin Zhiwu took a deep breath and looked up to the sky and laughed: "Okay! Okay! As expected of a master of Dong Chu, I will teach you a few more tricks!"
He turned into a wisp of smoke and arrived in front of Dong Chu's master, and punched out with a punch, light and elegant, without any anger.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, this was the Zui Qingfeng in Fengyun Palm Technique. The punch was extremely powerful and was best suited for head-on collisions.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Lin Zhiwu flew out and sprayed a bloody arrow in the air.
Grandpa Lin Zhixin flew up, caught Lin Zhiwu, and landed lightly on the ground with a heavy face. The fifty or so guards around him all looked at each other.
Lin Zhixin waved her hand to stop Lin Zhiwen.
Lin Zhiwen hummed: "Brother, I'm going to see Dongchu martial arts!"
Lin Zhixin shook his head: "You are no match."
Just at this moment, a clear and long laughter slowly came out, and Li Muchan turned out from the Moon Gate, walking slowly and gracefully. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come **
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