Li Muchan sat in the hall and shook his head slightly. His sword was a show of authority. There were only a handful of people in the world who could deliver such a sword.
Nangong Yuanheng floated back to the hall and said in surprise: "Brother Li, why did you hurt him?"
Although he felt that Bai Yunshen's behavior was suspicious, he could not conclude that he really had bad intentions, because there was no malice in Bai Yunshen's words and deeds, but instead seemed to be done with great care.
Li Muchan smiled faintly: "It's just an injury. It's not like killing him. It's already cheap."
Although he was sitting in the hall, the Eye of the Void could clearly see every expression on Bai Yunshen's face. This man was very scheming, and most people really couldn't distinguish between his evil and good deeds.
"What if he really means well?" Nangong Yuanheng said.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Even if he has good intentions, he still has to take action. If he continues to pester him, the only thing he can do is to do this and make excuses for him in the future! ... But this person is too scheming and not a kind person. I don't see anything uneasy about him.
kind hearted."
"Brother Li's sword strike just now was so majestic, just like his father's momentum!" Nangong Wuwang laughed and said very excitedly: "Let them know how powerful it is!"
"Can this be done?" Nangong Lizhen asked.
Li Muchan shook his head: "It's not enough yet. This is just a palliative. To really clear away the clouds, a more significant event is needed."
"Brother Li, what are you going to do?" Nangong Yuanheng asked.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no need to do that. Let's clear out these clowns first. In the past, Nangong Daxia suppressed them. They kept their heads down and hid their tails. Now we have this opportunity.
They jump out and catch them all to save trouble."
"Brother Li is so arrogant, but if a riot really breaks out, if the suppression can't be suppressed..." Nangong Yuanheng still wanted stability and had many thoughts.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Don't worry, eldest son, I have my own sense of proportion."
Nangong Yuanheng looked at him and saw that he looked determined and calm, and nodded helplessly. At this point, he could only believe Li Muchan, and there was no other way.
Nangong Wuwu grinned and said: "Okay, now I feel refreshed. I have long disliked those guys. Being able to deal with them is a great virtue. My father always said before his death that you should not commit too many crimes, otherwise it will affect your Taoist practice.
, not as happy as Brother Li!"
Li Muchan smiled: "Nangong Daxia doesn't want to lose big because of small things. Those clowns are really not worth the murder he committed!"
"It's true that my father is not a monk, so why are you talking about killing evil?" Nangong Wuwang curled his lips.
"Third brother!" Nangong Yuanheng's face darkened and he stared at him coldly.
Nangong Wuwang raised his hand and said helplessly: "Okay, I won't say anything! ... But if my father had dealt with them back then, why would we be in this situation today!"
"Humph, childish!" Nangong Yuanheng glared at him and shook his head.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Third Young Master, or Nangong Daxia, is it because of your foresight that committing more crimes is indeed detrimental to your practice? It cannot be noticed at the martial arts level. Once it goes beyond this level, killing them will have a great impact. Killing them is really not worth the gain?"
"Then Brother Li still wants to kill people?" Nangong Wuwang asked.
Li Muchan shook his head: "They have a way to kill them, so why not kill them!"
He didn't dare to kill people unscrupulously, but because he knew the great secrets of life and death, he didn't feel too guilty about killing people. Moreover, he had practiced Zen since he was a child, and he also practiced the Observation of Heaven, Humans and Gods, and his mind formed a relic, like a dragon.
Like a tiger, he is not afraid of inner demons.
Nangong Wuwang sighed and said, "It's really hard for Brother Li!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's not a big deal... My eldest son, your palms are good, but what you are practicing is masculine internal strength. It is best to go straight. There is no need to pay attention to the winding force. Just hit with one palm and no one can stop it."
become."
Nangong Yuanheng muttered: "Brother Li, are you saying that my palms shouldn't be wrapped with silk?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Although the strength of the silk winding is wonderful, it offsets the tyranny of your palm power. It is a bit like dancing like an elephant. It is better to pay attention to purity of masculine inner strength. As for the combination of hardness and softness, that is a higher level. Most people often think that Guyang
Not long, I want to reconcile yin and yang, but I don’t know that the levels are wrong. Instead, it becomes nondescript, no longer pure, and the power is greatly reduced!"
Nangong Yuanheng raised his eyebrows: "Jingchun?"
He nodded slowly: "My father once told me before his death that we should pursue a pure path, but he only said it once and I didn't understand it."
Li Muchan smiled and understood immediately. Nangong Sidao was like a dumpling in a teapot. He had something in his stomach but could not pour it out.
It is not a fixed formula for a famous teacher to produce a good disciple. A person with great martial arts skills may not necessarily be able to teach a good disciple. It is precisely because of this reason that Ming Ming understands that it is difficult to express it. Not only do there exist such people, but there are many.
Li Muchan said: "What Nangong Daxia said is pure. It should be the same as what I said. The combination of hardness and softness is not at the beginning, but the yin and yin are born, or the yin and yang are born. The human body is the most mysterious and infinite. Yin and yang are the original
It is integrated, but it takes hard work to reach this stage. At the beginning, we talk about the mutual complementation of yin and yang, which may be easy to practice, but unfortunately the foundation is not solid, and it is difficult to achieve real achievements."
"What about you, Brother Li?" Nangong Wuwang asked.
Li Muchan smiled: "I am very lucky. Only by joining a famous family can I understand this truth. At the beginning, I practiced the extremely yin Canghai Shen. It is difficult to practice Canghai Shen, but it is authentic and has laid a very solid foundation.
That’s why I have achieved what I have today. The martial arts you practice were created by Nangong Daxia himself, right?”
"Yes." The three nodded.
Li Muchan mused: "Nangong Daxia has a very deep understanding of martial arts and has outstanding insights. The martial arts he created are certainly extraordinary. However, some key points may not be explained clearly. Otherwise, you should make rapid progress in your cultivation and not only reach this level."
Nangong Wuwang said: "Father rarely gives us instructions on how to practice. Occasionally, he only gives one or two sentences. We understand, but we don't understand. If we want to ask again, he doesn't say much."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Nangong Daxia practices alone and explores alone, so it must be a painstaking effort to ask you like this."
"Alas... How can we have the understanding of our father? We all have dull minds and are not enlightened at all. We can only practice blindly and hard!" Nangong Wuwang shook his head.
"Third brother!" Nangong Yuanheng frowned and glared at him displeased.
Nangong Wuwang said: "Brother, don't glare at me. Is what I said correct?"
Nangong Lizhen waved her hand: "Forget it, my father also hopes that we can explore alone. He often says that what he understands is far better than what others teach him!"
Li Muchan nodded and smiled: "That's right. What others say is only theirs, not your own. You have to rely on yourself to understand everything."
The four of them talked about martial arts issues for a while, and what happened just now slowly faded away.
Just as he was about to leave, another laugh suddenly came: "Haha..., good, Nangong Daxia is worthy of being Nangong Daxia, with a superb sword, I admire you!"
Li Muchan frowned and shook his head. He didn't know who it was. The three brothers also looked puzzled and couldn't hear anyone's voice.
They didn't speak, and the old man's loud laughter rang out again: "Brother Nangong, my old friend is here, do you still want to avoid seeing him?"
Li Muchan frowned and pondered, but said nothing. Nangong Yuanheng said: "Brother Li, let me go and see who he is first."
Li Muchan waved his hand, thoughtfully: "Bring it in."
Nangong Yuanheng said: "Brother Li wants to see him?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "Why don't you come in now? You guys can treat him well. There's no need to trick him. I'll find out his origins on my own."
"Okay." Nangong Yuanheng agreed, turned around and walked out calmly, while Li Muchan suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only Nangong Lizhen and Nangong Wuwang in the hall.
Nangong Wuwang said: "Second brother, let's go too, the eldest brother is enough alone."
Nangong Lizhen nodded: "That makes sense."
If the old man saw the three brothers here, he would naturally feel strange. Normally, it is not so complete, and the eldest brother is responsible for entertaining the guests.
The two walked out of the hall and retreated to the backyard. Across the yard, they could hear the voices in the hall.
Nangong Yuanheng walked slowly into the hall accompanied by an old man with a white beard. Then the guests and hosts sat down, and a servant served tea. After each of them took a sip, Nangong Yuanheng asked: "Senior He and my father are friends?...
The boy is clumsy, I don’t think I heard my father say that.”
The old man has a round face, round eyes and round nose, and a friendly smile, like the Maitreya Buddha, which makes people feel close to him.
He chuckled and said, "It must have been more than ten years ago. I was hunted down by the enemy. Thanks to Brother Nangong's righteous action, I was able to escape with my life and have the opportunity to visit my house again."
"That's it. I was still young at that time, so I don't have any impressions. I apologize." Nangong Yuanheng nodded slowly and said with a smile: "But unfortunately, my father is in retreat, and he has ordered that no one can
Excuse me...if there is nothing wrong, Senior He, how about you stay in the house for a while, wait for your father to come out of confinement, and rekindle old friendships?"
He spoke earnestly and sincerely, without any perfunctory intent. He stared at him eagerly and said with a smile: "Father must be very happy to see Senior He here after he comes out of isolation!"
The old man surnamed He pondered: "I heard something happened to Brother Nangong, is it true?"
Nangong Yuanheng nodded slowly: "Although what is said outside is a bit exaggerated, it is not based on rumors. My father did meet a master in Dahan."
"Is he okay?" the old man surnamed He asked in a deep voice.
Nangong Yuanheng sighed, shook his head and said: "Although his life is not in danger, the injury is not serious... these guys are really despicable!... It is a critical time for my father to retreat to heal his wounds, so he ordered no one to disturb him.
Senior He, please forgive me!"
"Alas... Brother Nangong, a peerless master, can still be injured. These sweaty guys really have some tricks up their sleeves!" The old man surnamed He shook his head.
Nangong Yuanheng nodded: "Although they are despicable and shameless, they did hurt my father, which is indeed not bad. This is the first time in so many years that my father has been so seriously injured!"
"Brother Nangong, is it really okay?" the old man surnamed He asked.
Nangong Yuanheng smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. He. That sword strike just now was made out of anger by my father. It seems that my father has recovered somewhat. When he first came back, he could hardly move his arms."
"How many days has it been?" the old man surnamed He asked.
Nangong Yuanheng said: "It's been ten days."
"Well, I'll wait here for Brother Nangong. I must meet him." The old man surnamed He nodded slowly and sighed: "I hope that good luck and heaven will bring good luck to Brother Nangong!"
"Well, Senior He can stay here peacefully and treat it as his own home." Nangong Yuanheng said with a smile.
After saying that, he led the old man surnamed He out of the hall and personally led him to a small courtyard on the west side. The two of them talked as they walked.
"Why don't you see the other two young masters?" the old man surnamed He asked.
Nangong Yuanheng said with a smile: "The two of them must be crazy outside. They are fooling around all day long. If my father is not here, I can't control them!"
The old man surnamed He shook his head disapprovingly: "Brother Nangong is so seriously injured, do they still have the heart to go out and play?"
"Although my father's injury was serious, it was not life-threatening. They didn't take it to heart." Nangong Yuanheng said.
After he was arranged and Nangong Yuanheng returned to the hall, Li Muchan and Nangong Lizhen and Nangong Wuwang were already sitting in the hall.
Nangong Yuanheng asked: "Brother Li, do you think this Senior He -?"
Li Muchan nodded: "He really cares about Nangong Daxia."
"Do you want to meet him?" Nangong Yuanheng asked.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Forget it, it's better to disappear now. We'll talk about it later when I officially leave the country."
"Okay." Nangong Yuanheng nodded and said with a smile: "Finally, someone really cares about my father, and is not trying to find out what is true."
He did not doubt Li Muchan's judgment, and was vaguely aware that Li Muchan had the ability to discern people's hearts.
While the four of them were talking, someone else raised their voice to pay homage to Nangong Sidao, and there were several people there as soon as they came, quite in a way of forcing the palace.
Li Muchan frowned and thought for a while, then said in a deep voice: "Bring me a plaque, I'll write a few words on it and put it at the gate to let them back out of trouble!"
Nangong Wuwang responded excitedly, turned around and ran out. After a while, his husband came in holding a wide wooden board.
The wooden board was moon-white in color and looked new. It also had a faint smell, and you could tell it was the aroma of rosin.
Li Muchan stretched out his hand, and the wooden board reached his hand, and then he lightly scratched it with his fingers and wrote four big words on it: "Do not disturb."
These four ordinary words, after he wrote them, each stroke was like a sword, and each word revealed a fierce momentum.
"Hold it outside." Li Muchan pointed to the wooden board.
"Is it useful?" Nangong Yuanheng asked.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I hope they can retreat despite the difficulties... Once a hostile person approaches, they will naturally emit sword intent and attack naturally."
Nangong Yuanheng and the other three were surprised when they heard this, feeling that it was a bit miraculous. This method was indeed a bit bizarre and beyond the scope of martial arts.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "This is a little martial arts technique. I also learned it from Nangong Daxia's White Cloud Cliff. Give it a try."
"Okay, just listen to Brother Li." Nangong Yuanheng nodded and pointed: "Third brother, take it and hang it up."
Nangong Wuwang ran out happily, modified the wooden board, made it into a plaque, and hung it on the door in the middle.
These four big characters complement each other with the four big characters of Nangong Family, forming a solemn atmosphere.
In the early morning of the next day, when the three brothers were practicing in the back garden, a handsome young man in black came in, but he was a disciple of the Nangong family. He came in and reported: "Young Master, there are two people lying outside the door."
"Hmm——?" Nangong Yuanheng was surprised: "What's going on?"
The young man in black shook his head: "I don't know. I didn't hear anything last night. When I opened the door this morning, I found two people lying there. They were unconscious and seemed to be injured."
"Are you awake?" Nangong Yuanheng asked.
The young man in black shook his head: "They haven't woken up. They seem to be sleeping soundly. They can't wake up no matter what."
Nangong Yuanheng frowned and said: "I know, please invite a few husbands to come over and take a look... and then invite Senior He to come over and take a look."
"Yes." The young man in black nodded and left the back garden quietly.
Nangong Wuwang chuckled and said, "It seems that it's Brother Li's fault for those words!"
"Is it really so evil?" Nangong Lizhen didn't believe it.
Nangong Wuwang said: "We can't imagine a master at that level!...Brother, what do you think?"
Nangong Yuanheng shook his head: "Third brother, go ask Brother Li."
He was not sure. This matter was indeed strange. Could it be possible to defeat the enemy with just four words?
Although my father wrote three words on Baiyun Cliff and incorporated the sword energy into it. If you want to compete with him, you need to break the sword energy first, but after all, it is on a stone, and each word is very big, which is inherently imposing.
Extraordinary, it is different from writing on a piece of wood.
Nangong Wuwu hurriedly ran out, and came back after a while, smiling excitedly: "Brother Li said, it should be caused by those four words. They suffered internal injuries, and it will take two or three days for them to wake up."
"I really didn't expect..." Nangong Yuanheng shook his head.
In the next two days, Nangong Mansion suddenly became quiet. There seemed to be people outside who were eager to move and wanted to get closer, but they didn't dare to get close. They seemed to have some fear.
Nangong Yuanheng and the others are local snakes. Naturally, they know that many martial arts masters have poured into Zhongzhou Prefecture in the past few days, but they are all intimidated by the majesty of the Nangong family and dare not make a rash move.
Moreover, as soon as many people approached the front of Nangong Mansion, they began to tremble inexplicably, and then fell to the ground exhausted, as if they had been poisoned.
Some escaped and came back, telling people that there was a top sword master sitting in front of Nangong Mansion. Once they got close, the master would attack directly with his sword.
But the onlookers outside could clearly see that there were no sword masters at all, it was just them who trembled for a while and then fell to the ground.
Such strange things added a bit of mystery and power to Nangong Mansion, and they did not dare to act rashly.