Li Muchan likes calligraphy. When he sees good calligraphy, he always copies it. The habit is formed unconsciously. Although he is in danger at this time, old habits are still hard to change.
He raised his head and looked at it, and three words were burned into his mind. Then he raised his right hand and moved his index finger, as if writing on the dark sky, writing exactly these three words.
His index finger moved slowly, and he concentrated on his fingertips. After writing these three words, a strong energy gathered in his chest, and he couldn't help but feel unhappy.
He looked up to the sky and roared.
The roar was like a tide, rolling in all directions, and could be clearly heard throughout Crouching Tiger Mountain. The small animals on the mountain trembled, trembled, and were as limp as mud, just like hearing the roar of a tiger.
The elegant young man's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself: This monk is so young and has such deep inner strength, no wonder the master personally took action.
He coughed and said calmly: "This monk, the master is waiting for you, please come in."
Li Muchan's chest overflowed with pride, he smiled and stepped into the pagoda.
The tower was brightly lit, and as soon as he stepped in, the ground was covered with a red carpet, as thick and soft as grass, and a golden Buddha statue came into view, which he did not recognize.
This Buddha statue has copper bell eyes and a lion's nose. It has a ferocious appearance, with its hands clasped together and each foot stepping on a human head. It is scary and scary, like a fierce ghost.
Li Muchan looked at it for a few times, but did not jump to a conclusion. Many Arhat Dharma kings in Buddhism practiced the path of killing and could not be said to be evil. Although this Buddha statue is scary, it still has a faint aura of awe.
There is a person sitting in front of the Buddha statue, wearing a cassock, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he is in meditation.
He has a bald head with six fragrant scars. He is as tall as a mountain, with a rough appearance and a thick beard that looks like a pile of tangled grass. At first glance, he looks like a lion.
Li Muchan stood still, looked at him carefully, and thought to himself: This monk is in his forties and has a majestic bearing. Could it be that he is the leader of the bald bandit?
At this moment, the middle-aged monk suddenly opened his eyes, and the room suddenly lit up, like two thunderbolts flashing past. Li Muchan couldn't help but squint, his hair stood up, and his eyelids twitched.
The middle-aged monk's eyes were like lightning, as if they were real. With a single glance, Li Muchan's whole body was filled with chills.
Li Muchan inhaled, his heart sinking. This person's cultivation was so advanced that he was far behind him.
He titheted and said with a smile, "But the boss?"
The middle-aged monk nodded: "Yes, I am the boss here!"
"Then say goodbye!" Li Muchan said with a smile, kicking his legs and retreating quickly, like a rope pulling behind him.
"Want to leave?!" The middle-aged monk sneered, sitting cross-legged without moving, raising his right hand and pointing it towards Li Muchan from afar.
"Tsk——!" A slight whistle came out.
Li Muchan retreated to the door and was about to leave the tower when a scorching power rushed towards his face. It arrived in an instant. It was invisible and colorless, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on.
His body froze, and he suddenly swung to the left, barely moving a foot, and his back hit the door frame. There was a "ding" sound, and the door frame was actually made of iron. He couldn't help but grin, and his left shoulder hurt.
He rolled around like a lazy ass, and there was a popping sound, and small holes appeared one after another, like modern bullets.
The middle-aged monk sneered and pointed his sword lightly.
Li Muchan kept rolling, and with the sound of "puff", small holes in the carpet chased after him.
He was doing two things at once, dodging and thinking at the same time. This kind of fingering technique was unheard of, and his finger power could actually be shot through the air. It was truly a top-notch skill.
At least, among Mei Fu's many secret techniques, there is no such powerful fingering technique.
Although the middle-aged monk's fingering skills were powerful, Li Muchan had a keen sense of danger. Whenever there was danger, he would often avoid it at the last moment, and he was always safe and sound.
The middle-aged monk's sneer turned into surprise. He pointed out that although Li Muchan was in a sorry state, he had not lost a single hair. It was really not that simple.
The left hand in his sleeve stretches out, and the index finger and middle finger are parallel to each other, forming a sword-like shape, pointing out from a distance.
Li Muchan screamed in agony and jumped towards the door.
He moved a few inches in the air, grunted, a ball of blood spattered from his left shoulder, and a blood hole appeared, but he did not stop and exited the pagoda.
Press the blood hole with your right hand, the internal energy of Taiyin will flow, cold air will surge out, and the blood will coagulate.
Without stopping, he rushed towards the path, sucking in the cold air. If he hadn't moved a few inches later, this finger would have hit his heart, killing him instantly.
At this time, the open space in front of the trail was crowded with bald men. There were nearly forty or fifty people.
The torches were blazing, and the bald heads were shining brightly. They held knives and swords, motionless, expressionless as dead people, staring coldly at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan suddenly had the illusion that he had fallen into a pack of wolves.
The elegant young man stood in the crowd and smiled, showing his white teeth, and said: "This monk, if you want to go down the mountain, just go down!"
Li Muchan took a long breath, smiled, and turned around to take a look. Fortunately, the boss didn't chase him out, and there was still a glimmer of hope.
He lowered his right hand, leaving a bloody hole in his left shoulder, and all the big men suddenly showed a sneer.
The elegant young man smiled and said: "I admire the monk for being able to escape under the King Kong's finger!"
"Diamond finger?" Li Muchan asked blurtly.
He has a strong desire for this fingering method. If he learns this fingering method and combines it with his own six-part scripture, he will truly become a six-meridian divine sword.
Once the Six Meridians Divine Sword comes out, who in the world can be worthy of it?!
The elegant young man nodded: "The Diamond Finger is the master's unique skill, and you have seen its power. How about you just hang up your hands, join us, and wipe out all the previous accounts?"
Li Muchan shook his head and laughed. His figure suddenly moved and turned into a puff of smoke. He drew a line with the long sword in his right hand and rushed forward.
He was afraid that the middle-aged monk would change his mind and did not dare to delay speaking.
"Ding ding ding ding..." Amidst the dense chirping, swords flew up one after another and rolled in the sky. Big men fell down one after another, unable to stop Li Muchan's footsteps.
He swung both swords together, fast and hard, the sword light was endless, like a harvester cutting wheat, he was invincible, and in the blink of an eye he was halfway through.
At this time, there was no stagnation in his left hand, and it was not affected by the injury. Just now he did not seal the acupoints, but used Taiyin Qi to coagulate the blood, just for this reason.
After sealing the acupuncture points, the internal energy flow was not smooth, and the left hand lost its flexibility. However, using Taiyin Zhenqi to cold seal it, although the injury was aggravated, it did not hinder the Zhenqi, and the left hand was as flexible as usual.
As for the injury to the left shoulder, let's wait and see if he can escape with his life.
In the blink of an eye, several more people fell down, and victory was in sight. Li Muchan took a deep breath, while controlling his two swords, he was alert to the pagoda behind him.
The elegant young man suddenly shouted: "We can't stop the boss!"
"A bunch of rubbish!" Amidst the deep hum, a yellow and red shadow flashed, and the master appeared in front of the path, his cassocks fluttering, and his momentum was majestic.
These four simple words made everyone's eardrums ache.
Li Muchan took a deep breath, suppressed his boiling blood, and smiled bitterly. He was probably going to die here today. The martial arts world is dangerous, so be careful when entering. It was true!
After the big boss put his left hand behind his back, he waved his right hand.
The big men retreated to both sides to make room, and there was no longer an obstacle between the headmaster and Li Muchan.
The boss looked at him condescendingly and said calmly: "Surrender or die!"
Li Muchan pressed his right hand on the bloody hole and sealed the broken wound again. He shook his head with a smile and said, "The bald-headed bandits do all kinds of evil and are brutal and wreaking havoc. I really don't agree with this."
The middle-aged monk sneered: "Humph, the world is unkind, treating all things like ants, and only the strong can survive. This is the way of heaven! ...You are a monk, can't you see through this?"
"I only know that God has the virtue of a happy life!" Li Muchan shook his head.
The middle-aged monk dismissed it and said, "A woman is so benevolent that she would be foolish to read!"
Li Muchan sighed: "We have different paths, so we don't want to work together!"
The middle-aged monk snorted coldly: "In that case, just die!"
The parallel fingers on his right hand are like swords, slightly farther away.
Li Muchan took a sideways step and was barely able to avoid it. He was concentrating on talking to him, while his other mind was staring at his fingers. As soon as his fingers moved, he immediately moved sideways.
"Bang" a small hole opened under his feet.
Li Muchan kept walking, using no light skills, only footwork, tossing and turning, secretly astonished, this was not a carpet, but a green brick floor, with little holes in it, showing the sharpness of his finger strength.
While secretly sighing at the mystery of the diamond finger, he struggled hard to avoid the force of the finger.
The middle-aged monk had a sneer on his face. He had some free time and was not in a hurry to kill him. He tapped his fingers lightly and shot out a series of finger force, making small pits appear on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was densely covered with trees, like a honeycomb.
The elegant young man raised his voice and said: "Master, this person has such fast footwork!"
The middle-aged monk sneered: "Humph!"
He pointed out faster, and Li Muchan dodged faster. His body turned into a ball of shadow, blurry and unable to see clearly.
Suddenly, his body froze for a moment, and he heard two "bop" sounds. He was hit with a finger on his left shoulder and two bloody holes on his right chest.
The middle-aged monk closed his fingers and looked at him disdainfully. If he hit these two fingers, his life would be sealed.
Li Muchan stood stunned, motionless, as if he had solidified into a statue.
All the big men stared at him with bright eyes and excited expressions.
Li Muchan's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, feeling a little dazed, and his eyes gradually became hollow.
He covered his chest with his left hand, trying to stop the bleeding, but in vain. His eyes were confused, he staggered forward, and staggered to the path.
The middle-aged monk had a sneer on his face and took a step aside. He secretly thought that this monk was very determined. Even if he was about to die, he still wanted to go down the mountain. Hey, what's the use of going down the mountain?!
Li Muchan staggered down the bluestone steps.
All the big men stared at him closely, silently, watching him go down two steps, suddenly swayed, fell to the side, slid along the stone wall, and fell straight down.
Mei Ruolan suddenly sat up, her face pale.
She took a few breaths, calmed down her mind, got dressed, walked out of the bedroom, and came to the courtyard.
The moonlight was like water, illuminating the moon-white middle coat on her body and her face like jade. She stared at Li Muchan's room with blurred eyes.
Gong Qingyun heard the footsteps, opened the door and came out, wearing lavender clothes and shawl hair, and whispered: "Miss, what's wrong?"
"Something's wrong." Mei Ruolan frowned, still staring at Li Muchan's house.
Gong Qingyun was confused: "What's wrong?"
"Zhanran is a little abnormal." Mei Ruolan turned to look at her.
Gong Qingyun was startled, her face changed slightly, and she hurriedly said: "Let me take a look!"
She was as smart as ice and could understand everything at once. She came to Li Muchan's house in a few steps and called out in a low voice: "Zhanran!"
When no one agreed, she gritted her teeth, pushed open the door, entered the room, and quickly came out, anxiously saying: "Zhan Ran is not here!"