So I lowered my head to look at the river water, trying to figure out why it was so bright. It was like a night pearl shining on it, illuminating the entire cave. It was like a dream, reflecting the stalactites one after another, which was so beautiful.
He quickly figured out that there was something strange about the rocks at the bottom of the river, as if they could emit light. He stabbed it with his sword and dug out a piece with difficulty. The rocks were harder than iron.
Move the stone from the tip of the sword to the palm of your hand, hold it and observe carefully. It looks like white jade, emitting a gleaming white light.
Suddenly, a cold air flowed out from the stone, penetrated into the palm of the hand, and penetrated along the meridians to the Dantian. It delayed the internal energy for a while and then slowly dissipated.
Li Muchan was astonished. The three yang true qi in his body were extremely strong and yang, and would turn invisible when encountering cold air, just like snow meeting boiling water. However, this cold air persisted to the Dantian and still existed. It could be said to be extremely pure.
It would be bad if he met a master with such internal power. He used his energy to input the stone, and the light suddenly shone brightly. When he collected his internal power, it returned to normal, with a faint glow flowing.
Li Muchan laughed, this thing was good and could be used as a pearl at night. He suddenly wanted to dig up more and send them to the Wuji Hall in Canghai Mountain, or to Leng Wushuang's Luoxing Pavilion.
Canghai Mountain is too far away and transportation is inconvenient. Although Xinghu Xiaozhu is far away, it can be transported there. He suddenly became excited. Zhang Qiaoyi and the others would be very happy. As for the owner of the lake, Leng Wushuang, he didn't care much about this and probably just smiled.
Just for this smile, it was worth the hard work. He grinned, did what he thought of, put his kung fu on his sword, and started digging out rocks.
He recalled in his mind the size of the Luoxing Pavilion and the size of Zhang Qiaoyi's three female water pavilions, and prepared to cover the ground with such stones.
It's a pity that the area here is small. Otherwise, the entire corridor of Xinghu Villa could be transformed into this. Looking up at night, it would look like a fairy palace.
Thinking of this, he became more and more excited and started to do it.
With a squeaking sound, stones were dug out one by one and thrown aside. In a blink of an eye, he dug up a pile, looked up, and grinned as he thought of the future situation.
Half an hour later, a layer of the entire ground was dug out, sinking two meters. He estimated that these stones should be enough, and if they were not enough, he would come back to get them.
The ground is hard, I don't know how deep it is, and there is no change at all. It seems that the structure here is unique, just like a jade mine.
After digging for so long, he still didn't see anything special. Thinking that there really wasn't any treasure left, he shook his head, a little disappointed.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the stalactites one by one, hanging in the air, so beautiful. It was obviously mysterious that the middle-aged man could hide in the stones.
He pressed on each milkstone in turn to explore what was inside. After inspecting it, he smiled and shook his head. They were really ingenious.
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He concentrated his energy in his palms and slapped it on a bell-shaped milkstone.
The milkstone cracked with a "pop" and fell down with a "clop". The golden light flashed and fell. When it calmed down, a pile of gold ingots fell into the water, mixed with some jewelry.
Li Muchan sighed, these guys were really extremely rich. This pile of gold amounted to more than a thousand taels, which was enough for the whole family to live a life without worries about food and clothing.
There are more than a dozen piles of stalactites like this, and the things hidden inside may be more precious. They are really clever at hiding things inside, and I don’t know what magic method they used.
He closed his eyes slightly, closed his five senses, and opened his intuition.
After a while, he opened his eyes and came to a stone wall. He touched it and didn't know where he touched it. Suddenly there was a boom and a hole opened in the stone wall.
Li Muchan felt his hair stand on end, and the cold air surged up from his tail. He ducked out of the way and retreated ten feet away, only to see a black shadow emerge like a ghost.
Li Muchan was wary and felt that this person was dangerous, a serious danger.
This man was about fifty or sixty years old, dressed in black, with a face as smooth as a dead tree, and a pair of bright and deep eyes. One look at him was like looking at the stars and the sea, and he was so mesmerized that he couldn't extricate himself from it.
His concentration was so profound that he quickly opened his eyes when he felt something was wrong. His heart was horrified. What a powerful spirit!
The old man in black glanced at the cave, then looked at Li Muchan. Without saying a word, he suddenly flashed behind him like a ghost and pressed down with his palm.
Li Muchan disappeared in a flash, changed his appearance, and appeared ten feet away. The man in black missed his attack, and continued to attack without hesitation, and then came behind Li Muchan.
Li Muchan once again used Disapparation, and the two of them flickered, like two shadows lingering in the cave, and neither could do anything to the other.
Li Muchan was wary and had not dared to accept the move easily. He saw that this person's cultivation level was not as advanced as his own, but his intuition warned him that he obviously had a strange move.
Without clearly seeing the reality, it is best to avoid him and use Qinggong to fight him, at least to consume almost all of his internal energy.
However, the old man stopped chasing and stopped abruptly.
"Who are you?" His dry voice sounded slowly.
Li Muchan also stopped, more than ten feet away: "Fire Sun Sword Li Feng!"
"Fire Yang Sword Li Feng..." The old man pondered and shook his head: "I've never heard of it, how did you get here?"
Li Muchan said: "Are you the head of the family?"
"Not bad." The old man nodded and said with a frown, "How are the people in the village doing?"
Li Muchan spread his hands: "I'll kill them all."
"Huh--?" The old man's eyes narrowed, as if two swords were stabbing him straight at him. Li Muchan felt his eyes brighten up, as if the sun was setting. His eyes hurt like swords, and tears couldn't help but pour out.
He did not dare to neglect, and disappeared in a flash, barely avoiding the old man's right palm, and then flashed again, flickering like a ghost, moving randomly and irregularly.
At this time, he was secretly shocked. He didn't expect to be plotted like this. Not only did his eyes sting, but the pain spread to his mind, and the Eye of the Void actually failed.
Li Muchan only relied on his intuition to perform the transformation without being hit by the old man. In this situation, there was no other way but to rely on his intuition.
The old man suddenly shouted, and a cold light struck his body. Li Muchan hurriedly swung his sword, "ding, ding, ding, ding..." there was a clear and crisp sound.
While the hidden weapons and long swords were clashing, making noises, the old man floated closer silently, making no sound, and wanted to sneak attack Li Muchan.
For an ordinary person, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to detect his approach with their ears in such a situation, but he relied on his intuition and could vaguely feel his approach.
He pretended not to know, and after swinging his sword, he listened attentively to the old man's direction in the opposite direction.
Faintly feeling that it was almost done, he suddenly swung his sword and sharpened it, and felt an obstruction on the sword, followed by the old man's muffled sound.
Li Muchan turned his attention to his eyes, and the relic that had not been moved for a long time suddenly turned around, sending a faint golden flow, flowing around his eyes and disappearing from them.
His eyes recovered, and he realized that it was a blessing to be able to see things. It would be difficult to understand the pain that cannot be seen without personal experience.
He pretended not to see, but still listened attentively. He simply closed his eyes and opened the Eye of the Void. He saw that the injury was on his palm. He must have blocked the sword with his hand and made a cut, which was dripping with blood.
The old man frowned and stared at him, then suddenly stamped his foot, water splashed everywhere, and a wave of water came down on him. Li Muchan swung his sword, not a drop of water dripped from his body.
The old man took advantage of this opportunity and approached him. He stood two meters away from him silently, within reach of his hand. He took out a snake from his arms and slowly put it down.
Li Muchan's eye in the void saw that this snake had very beautiful patterns and was obviously highly poisonous. After it got into the water, it came over silently and shot towards his leg.
Li Muchan's feet shook, and a circle of ripples suddenly appeared in the water. Silently, the flower snake was shocked to death. This soft force was controlled extremely delicately.
When the old man saw this, he immediately knew that Li Muchan could see it and sneered: "Okay!"
His soul-destroying technique was ineffective. This was the first time he encountered it. He became interested, took out a strange short stick from his arms, and rushed towards Li Muchan.
Li Muchan knew he was exposed, but he didn't open his eyes. He closed his eyes and swung his sword, facing the strange short stick. There was a muffled "pop" sound, like hitting a piece of wood.
The strange thing is that there is no damage to this short stick. His Fierce Sun Sword is a precious sword. It can cut through iron like clay. It can't cut through a wooden stick. The material of this wooden stick is extremely strange.
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The body of the stick is curved like a snake and is covered with patterns. When these patterns come into view, there is a chill all over the body, which is eerie and uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the heat around him quickly dispelled the chill, and the sword light shone brightly like the sun, surrounding the old man.
The old man's moves were weird and strange. They were not ordinary martial arts moves, but one finger to the left, one block to the right, his body twisted, and his feet jumped, as if he was dancing with a master.
Li Muchan felt more and more strange. He used his martial arts to protect his body, and the sword light became denser and denser. He made the Lieyang Sword Technique profusely, but it was difficult to defeat the old man.
He didn't have any moves, he just used them as he saw them, but he always struck at the gaps in the Lieyang Sword Technique. He seemed to have understood the beauty of the Lie Yang Sword Technique. The short stick looked non-threatening, but every one of them made him feel uncomfortable.
The sword's momentum is blocked and one cannot follow the trend.
After more than thirty strokes, he felt stuffy, as if he couldn't breathe out happily, and every time he tried to breathe out, he was held back again.
After dozens of blows like this, his blood energy started to fluctuate and his heart became agitated. He couldn't help but grit his teeth. He fought hard to get a blow from him with a short stick, but also used his sword to attack him happily.
Sure enough, the short stick came out of the hole like a poisonous snake, passed through the gap of the sword move, and lightly hit his chest. He used his internal strength to protect his body and didn't care.
His Vajra Indestructible Magic Art has now reached its peak, and is only one step away from perfection. The current Vajra Indestructible Magic Art will not be damaged even by the sharp swords of magic weapons.
Unless his internal strength is far superior to his, and he has a magical weapon, he can break through the defense of the indestructible magical power and hurt him, so he is so confident.
The stick touched him, but he felt no pain, it was less painful than a mosquito bite.
He slashed out with one move, and his eyes suddenly flashed, as if he was in a trance, and he came to Canghai Mountain. He was stunned, and he didn't expect how he arrived at Canghai Mountain. Suddenly, a scream came from the mountain.
He was startled, and hurriedly ran up the stone steps with his legs like a leopard to the Wuji Hall, but saw blood flowing into a river in the Wuji Hall, and the fishy smell was so strong that it made him nauseous.
The white slate floor turned red, and there was a row of people lying on the ground, Master Zhuzhao, Senior Sister Wen Yinyue, Mei Ruolan, Gong Qingyun, Xiao Yuan, and even a few junior sisters.
They were naked, with patches of bruises on their bodies, with resentment and fear on their faces, and they died miserably.
Li Muchan felt his eyes go dark, and blood rushed to his head. He stared at everything in front of him in disbelief. After a long time, he sprayed out a blood arrow and looked up to the sky with a roar.
He turned around and looked around. The Eye of the Void opened. The entire Canghai Mountain was silent. Blood flowed like a river. There was not a single living person. Everyone was dead, including the senior masters from Yanwu Hall and Cuifeng Pavilion. They were all dead. It was clean, not a single person was left alive, and the huge Canghai Mountain was filled with blood.
"Ah..." He looked up to the sky and screamed, feeling that his chest was about to explode. His anger was blazing like a flame and was about to burn him to ashes, and then endless regret surged into his heart.
Why did I leave Canghai Mountain? Why did I still leave Canghai Mountain with a sense of luck when I knew clearly that the people of Dongchu would not give up?
If he had not left and the Dongchu people came, he would have been able to withstand them for a while. Even if he could not save all the Canghai Mountain disciples, he could still have saved Ruolan, Master, Senior Sister, Qingyun and Xiaoyuan.
I blame myself for all this, I blame myself for not caring enough about them. They are all dead, so what's the point of living alone in the world?
It would be better to die, join them, and accompany them to reincarnation.
This idea took root in my mind as soon as it came out. The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was right. I should commit suicide and go to accompany them as soon as possible.
He picked up the long sword and floated to the top of Canghai Mountain. He stood on a huge rock and looked at the layers of white clouds in the distance, with a strong wind blowing against his face.
There was only one thought in his mind. The world is so big, but there is no room for him alone. It is better to go back. It is better to go back!
Tears welled up unconsciously and wet his face.
He raised his hand and picked up the long sword and gently wiped it on his neck. With just one stroke, he could be freed. From now on, he no longer had to bear the burden of guilt or tormented by endless thoughts. He would soon be able to be with Master and the others. Reunion, I will be a master and apprentice in my next life!
He showed a relieved smile, and gently drew the sword down, about to touch his neck, when he suddenly stopped. There was only an inch between the sword and his neck.
He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, made a mudra with his hands, and suddenly shouted: "Moo——!"
As soon as this technique came out, the whole body shook first, the flesh and blood trembled like a sieve, and the soul trembled together. Then the whole world shook, and everything in front of you began to collapse, break, and turn into pieces and float away.
After a daze, he opened his eyes and saw that he was not sitting on the top of Canghai Mountain, but in the water. The stones on the ground were shining brightly, illuminating the surroundings.
An inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of life filled my heart, as if it was a lifetime ago.
After a while, his thinking began to slowly start, and he remembered the previous situation, where he was fighting with someone, and then he arrived at Canghai Mountain inexplicably.
All this seemed to have passed for a long time, even decades. When I looked at the old man in black in front of me, I felt strange. Everything in front of me felt strange, as if we had seen each other after decades.
His thoughts were spinning faster and faster, and his mind was back to normal. He finally returned to normal. He let out a long sigh and looked at the wooden stick at his feet. It sank to the bottom of the water and was reflected by the water's light, like a strange snake.
Looking at the old man again, blood was pouring from his throat. He was lying in the water, shaking slightly, with a smile of relief on his face, without any pain.
He was already dead. The dagger in his right hand was still stained with blood, so it was obvious that he committed suicide.
Li Muchan understood the truth in a blink of an eye. The old man gave himself an illusion and asked him to commit suicide. After he cracked it, it backfired and caused his suicide.
He didn't know what was going on, it must be a secret technique.
This secret technique can be used with certainty on others, and its power is infinite. No matter how tyrannical a martial arts person is when faced with something like this, there is nothing he can do and he can only commit suicide obediently.
But when it comes to him, he is unlucky. His concentration is so deep that it has been honed indestructibly during his practice of the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art. Moreover, he has the Observation of Heaven, Humans and Gods, and he is even more familiar with the world of visualization, and even better.
Better than this old man.
First, he had the strength to remain unmoved, and then he counterattacked with the help of God and God. The two-pronged approach prompted the old man to commit suicide. Otherwise, the secret technique would not have been successful and the backlash would not have been so serious.
He took a long breath and secretly felt that he was lucky. This time it was really dangerous. He didn't expect that this old man was so weird and impossible to guard against.
There are many strange people in the world, so you really have to be careful when traveling in the world. Sometimes good martial arts may not be useful, so he is secretly vigilant.
After glancing at the old man, Li Muchan slowly walked into the dark stone room.
The furnishings in the stone room are simple, with only a stone table, a stone couch, and an old yellow futon on the couch, and nothing else.
This old man is really like an ascetic. No wonder he has such pure spiritual power. One of the ways to obtain spiritual power is through asceticism.
He was suddenly attracted by a black Buddha statue on the case.
This black Buddha statue looked familiar. He thought for a moment that he had obtained a black Buddha in Crouching Tiger Temple. Although it was different from this black Buddha, its style, color, and technique were the same!
He walked to the case and looked carefully. The Black Buddha was a reclining Buddha. There was a person lying on a huge lotus. His body was stretched and relaxed. His eyes seemed to be open or closed. He had a mustache on his lips. He looked handsome and handsome.
Young is a young monk.
It is indeed different from his black Buddha statue, but it is full of charm, laziness and evil spirit, and there is no sense of solemnity and sanctity at all.
Li Muchan thought for a while, took two steps back, slowly raised his hand and made a move. The black Buddha fluttered into his hand, carefully put it into his arms, turned around and left the stone room.
After leaving the stone chamber, I pressed the button next to it. The stone chamber closed with a bang, and the surroundings returned to silence. It was as if nothing had happened, except for a pile of shining stones next to it.
He was not in a hurry to move out, and carried the two old men out of the cave. He returned along the original path and went to Qingniu Village. He threw the two men under the steps and sat in the main hall to think about the next step.
Qingniu Village was finally eradicated, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that the small Qingniu Village was hiding dragons and crouching tigers, and there were strange people hiding there. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have actually ended up here.
The biggest gain this time was not the stones or the treasure, but the black Buddha.
He slowly raised his head. A young man in a yellow shirt was standing at the entrance of the hall, staring at him coldly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to ***(***.***)
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