BU WEN YINYUE PUT THE PHOENIX SWORD BACK INTO THE SHEATH, AND HER BRIGHT EYES FOLLOWED HIM CLOSELY, NOT FOR A MOMENT. Li Muchan walked slowly in a circle, his fingers suddenly clicked, there was a muffled "bang", a plain note exploded into a ball of strange powder, and he flicked his sleeve and disappeared without a trace. He spun a second time, and his left index finger touched again, "Bang...... There was a muffled sound, and another piece of plain paper was blown into powder, and it was brushed away by the right sleeve. The third reason is that another piece of paper disappears. In a circle of six, his steps became slower and slower as he moved back, and when there were only four plain notes left, he moved almost step by step, his brows furrowed. But no matter how slow the pace was, he never stopped, and finally he was finished, and when only the last piece of paper remained, he opened his eyes. "Senior brother, it doesn't matter to you, right?" Wen Yinyue asked with a frown. After a while, Li Muchan suddenly became haggard, his eyes were dull, and his eyebrows were shrouded in fatigue and fatigue. Li Muchan shook his head: "It's okay to talk ......" He looked down at the last piece of plain paper, and laughed: "Senior sister, if what I do is good, this broken military hall will be attacked." Wen Yinyue frowned and said, "Can you guess accurately?" Li Muchan smiled: "Eight or nine is not far from ten!" "Okay, I'll go and tell Uncle Shi and send someone over!" Wen Yinyue said. Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior sister, who will you send over?" Wen Yinyue saw his appearance, pondered for a moment, and asked: "The masters of Yanwutang and Cuifeng Pavilion have all passed?" Li Muchan nodded: "That's right!" Wen Yinyue said slowly: "Well, Landa Temple has always acted safely, and if it is foolproof, it must be like a rabbit fighting an eagle, and it must be like a rabbit fighting an eagle, so it must send some more people over." She frowned again and said, "They have passed, what should we do?" Li Muchan took a long breath and slowly sat down on the chair: "We?" He shook his head: "Either wait a minute, or let's go over and replace the masters of the Martial Arts Hall and Cuifeng Pavilion. "I'll go and discuss it with my uncle. Wen Yinyue picked up the plain note, turned around and went out. Li Muchan hurriedly sat back on the couch, sealed his hands, and began to urge the gods to recover their spirits according to the scriptures, but he didn't expect that his intuition would be so exhausting. This calculation was flat, and he felt dizzy, as if his spirit had been hollowed out and crumbling, which scared him a lot. It's better to do less of this kind of thing, he faintly feels that it is dangerous, and it can really cause a backlash, but because of a small loss, he secretly wiped a cold sweat and secretly sighed that it was a fluke. .................. Wen Yinyue took the plain paper to the small courtyard of Master Zhumei, and the bright sun shone on the gray monk's robe of Master Zhumei, which was a little elegant. Master Zhumei was admiring the plum blossoms, and when she heard the footsteps, she turned around and said with a smile: "Yinyue, what's the matter with such a hurry?" Wen Yinyue has always been indifferent, acting calmly, and a picture of everything not in her heart. Wen Yinyue approached, hugged her fists and saluted, and said: "Senior uncle and junior brother have already calculated that the Rota Temple is going to break through the military hall, and we have to send someone over as soon as possible!" "Break the military hall?" Master Zhumei was stunned. Wen Yinyue nodded: "Yes." Master Zhumei pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "The Broken Army Hall is located in the east of the Landa Temple, so you don't have to run so far, right?" Wen Yinyue said. Master Zhumei smiled and said: "Zhan Ran still has the ability to calculate divination?" Wen Yinyue frowned secretly, feeling disliked, but she couldn't be annoyed by her uncle, and smiled faintly: "Senior brother has deep meditation kung fu and has Buddhist magical powers." ......What kind of supernatural power?" asked Zhumei with a smile. Wen Yinyue shook her head: "Senior brother refuses to say." "How can the magic power of the Buddhist family be so easy to obtain?" Master Zhumei shook his head and smiled, waving his hand disappreciatively: "Listen to Zhan Ran's nonsense." Wen Yinyue frowned: "Senior uncle, junior brother is not that kind of person!" Zhumei Shitai pursed his lips and smiled: "Look at you, protect him like this, do you want to turn your face with me?" "Uncle Shi made fun of it, but the disciple didn't dare." Wen Yinyue lowered her head. Master Zhumei shook his head: "Hmph, I'm not afraid, it's not that I don't want to, you're ......" Wen Yinyue lowered her head and said softly: "Senior uncle, let's believe in my junior brother for a while." Master Zhumei smiled and said: "Believe him, it's a little mysterious, don't believe him, and offend you, this kind of thing should be left to your master to worry about!" ...... Wen Yinyue nodded, secretly breathing a sigh of relief. Although the master scolded the junior brother for being very fierce and said that it was useless, he knew the foundation of the junior brother's ability, and he would definitely believe the junior brother's calculation and send someone over early. With precautions, mental calculations or unintentional, the people of Landa Temple can't please them. As for Li Muchan's mistakes and calculations, she also thought about it, but she had inexplicable confidence that her junior brother's calculations would not be wrong. In the end, Master Zhumei decided to go back to Canghaishan first, break the military hall, and send someone to stop...... Send a letter, let the head decide, and send another master over. ,

Li Muchan has no objections, Landa Temple got the news, and then reacted, it should be a while, and they are probably also paying attention to the Dragon Slaying Secret Book. The next day, Canghai carved the people to leave the Li Mansion and go to Canghai Mountain. Murong Hao and Nie Xuefeng came to see them off, and when they saw Mrs. Zhumei, the two of them were honest and didn't dare to say a word in front of Wen Yinyue. Li Muchan saw that the two of them were jealous of Master Xianmei, like a mouse seeing a cat, and he was surprised, secretly wondering that Master Zhumei was kind and kind-eyed, how could the two of them be so afraid of her? He asked Wen Yinyue in a low voice, and Wen Yinyue said, Master Zhumei was ruthless and murderous when he was young, and he only changed his temperament in middle age, but he was already famous. Nie Xuefeng and Murong Hao were so afraid of her, obviously they were warned by their elders, and the two wanted to follow Wen Yinyue, but when they saw Master Zhumei, they immediately dispelled their thoughts. In addition to Li Wushu and Li Xiaoshui, there is no one else in the Li Mansion, those servants have been dismissed, Li Xiaoshui's mother has long since passed away, and there is also a maid ring, and the state is married to someone. A total of fifteen people rode together, as soon as possible, each person rode twice, which was considered a luxury, and the horses of Dayan were nervous, even the army could not do one person and two horses. From time to time, the red shadow hissed, and occasionally ran out of the crowd, far away from the crowd, and then ran back after a while, and returned to the crowd. Li Muchan let him go, sitting in the carriage thinking about the dragon slayer. In the evening, at the beginning of twilight, they saw a temple halfway up the mountain, in the midst of the trees. "Let's go there and rest for the night!" said Master Zhumei, gesturing into the distance. Except for Li Xiaoshui, everyone is a master, with internal force to protect the body, and the Zhumei master is too safe, start and stop regularly, and rest on time, so that everyone can maintain full physical strength, so as not to encounter conspiracy and force discount. "Uncle Shi, I'll go over and have a look first. Li Mu said. He and Wen Yinyue accompanied Master Zhumei around, unhurried, this was said very abruptly, Mrs. Zhumei turned her head to look over, and smiled: "You should be careful, yes, go and have a look." Li Muchan responded, sped up his horse, overtook everyone, and soon arrived in front of the temple. This temple is located halfway up the mountain, the woods are sparse, and the red paint of the temple walls has faded and is mottled and old, showing the traces of time. Li Muchan lightly knocked the red shadow, and soon walked through the woods to the temple, the red shadow stopped, Li Muchan dismounted and stepped into the temple, and the eyes were wide courtyards. The ground was paved with blue bricks, but the potholes seemed to be eroded by the years, and the image of the original incense was faintly visible, but he took a closer look and frowned, but it was caused by the arrow. If he hadn't joined the army and saw such potholes, he only thought that it was the erosion of the rain, and would not have thought that it was caused by the bow and arrow, so he took a step back, and could vaguely feel the murderous aura of Sensen. There was a scene in front of me, the rain of arrows falling from the sky, wave after wave, endlessly, arrows piled up all over the blue brick ground, standing here no one was exempt. .................. He looked intently, the main hall, the two rooms on the left and right, there were no doors and windows, as if someone had dug them up. In the main hall is a statue of Buddha, the head is gone, the right arm is gone, only half of the body and the left arm, it looks quite scary. Li Muchan frowned, turned around and walked out of the temple, floating on the red shadow, and the red shadow snorted...... The smoke slipped through the woods and came to the foot of the mountain. "How is it, Zhan Ran?" asked Master Zhumei, sitting on his horse, with a smile. Li Muchan shook his head: "Uncle Shi, the fierce aura here is too strong, let's go elsewhere." "Fierce aura?" said Bamboo Eyebrow Master frowned. Li Muchan nodded and sighed: "This temple is too fierce, it is unlucky to live in, it is better to avoid it, let's look for it again and go elsewhere." "You're still out of your family...... Master Zhumei laughed too much, shook his head and said: "What is the murderous house, we are not staying for a long time, just one night, there is no hindrance." Li Muchan frowned: "Uncle, I have a sense of foreboding, so I will go elsewhere." Wen Yinyue said: "Senior uncle, my junior brother's intuition is very accurate, so let's live elsewhere." "I don't believe in evil!" Master Zhumei shook his head and smiled: "I want to see which evil demons and monsters dare to come, I will sword one by one!" Her eyes were bright, and her expression was bright. Li Muchan shook his head with a wry smile, and said no more, this master looks gentle, but he is stubborn and a little stubborn, the country is easy to change, and his nature is difficult to change. Wen Yinyue looked over, the two looked at each other, and both shook their heads and sighed. Zhumei Shi Taiyi waved his hand: "Let's go, go to the temple to rest tonight, and leave early tomorrow!" She knocked the horse's belly, got out, and took the lead to rush to the woods, heading towards the temple halfway up the mountain, everyone followed closely behind, and the horse's hooves rumbled. Zhumei Shitai entered the temple, and after reading it, he felt that Li Muchan was making a fuss, and there was no sense of gloom at all, although it was old and dilapidated, it was nothing. Li Muchan didn't say anything more, and after entering the main hall, he directly found a corner and sat down, closed his eyes, and stepped up his cultivation of dragon slayers. He was looking forward to the power of the dragon slayer, and he couldn't wait to practice it all at once. Wen Yinyue's heartstrings were tense all the time, trying to persuade Master Zhumei to change places to rest, she believed Li Muchan's words very much. Master Zhumei waved his hand impatiently, signaled Wen Yinyue to shut up, and then sat down to exercise. (To be continued)