said that it was the time of the hour, but he was ahead of schedule.

The so-called back mountain is due east, the east side of the Wuji Palace, behind the Wuji Hall is a cliff like a sword, the wind is cold, the waves roar, there are only a few caves, can not live people.

The woods on the east side are luxuriant, with peach trees, jujube trees, pear trees, locust trees, pine trees, poplars, all kinds of trees, all over the sea and mountains, full of life.

Under the guidance of the master, Li Muchan came to a pine forest, followed the east, until he walked to the depths, and finally saw a small pavilion.

The small pavilion is octagonal, with a white roof and white columns, delicate and elegant, revealing solemnity and solemnity, and the tall pine trees are covered, even if you look down from the sky, it is difficult to notice.

The surrounding pine trees are mostly hundreds of years old, tall and stout, towering to the sky.

The thickest one needs to be hugged by three people, some are scorched by the thunder, and some are split in half, but there are still sprouts and tenacious life.

When Li Muchan came to the small pavilion, the old man in the yellow shirt was standing in the small pavilion with fluttering clothes, and a ray of the sun was shining on him, his silver hair fluttering, and his bearing was like a fairy.

Li Muchan had already learned from his master that the old man in the yellow shirt was named Lan Chunhe, and he was the only one of the thirteen generations of disciples, and he was the most respected among the middle generations of the Canghai Sword Sect.

As for martial arts, he hasn't made a move for many years, and no one knows the depth.

Among the disciples in front of the mountain, Wen Yinyue's martial arts are the strongest, and even Qing is better than Lan, better than Master Zhuzhao, but it is by no means the first in the entire Canghai Sword Sect.

There are many masters behind the mountain, who are more respectful in their generations, and they can't escape, and the world doesn't know it, even if they are disciples in the sect, there are only a few people who know.

Li Muchan came to the front and said, "Uncle Tai." ”

Lan Chunhe turned around and looked at him coldly: "You're late!"

Li Muchan said respectfully: "Yes, the disciple will come earlier next time." ”

It's not time yet, but he said that it was too late, obviously looking for fault, Li Muchan would not refute it, and he was purely asking for his own hardships.

Lan Chunhe glanced at Li Muchan a few times, his eyes were bright, as if he wanted to see through Li Muchan's heart, and said for a while: "What kung fu do you want to learn?"

As he spoke, he walked out of the pavilion and into the open space in front of him.

This side of the open space is more than ten meters round, not big or small, it seems to be formed by pulling out a few pine trees, surrounded by towering tall trees, at first glance it looks like a cage.

Li Muchan followed and said, "Fingering,...... The disciple has seen the Vajra finger of Landa Temple. ”

"Fingering......" Lan Chunhe stood in the center of the field, his face sank, and he sneered: "Our Zhenpai martial arts is fingering, hey, the descendants are incompetent, the predecessors are ashamed, and they have been lost!"

Li Muchan said: "I heard from the master that our lost Canghai Divine Sword is infinitely powerful. ”

Lan Chunhe sneered: "If it weren't for the loss of the Canghai Divine Sword, what seven major sects would be all bullshit, which one would dare to stand side by side with us?!"

Li Muchan nodded, he had learned the power of the Canghai Sword Qi, it was only stronger than the King Kong Finger, not weaker, and the Tai Uncle Ancestor had this confidence, it must be true.

Lan Chunhe took a deep breath, calmed down, and hummed: "Now, I can only ask for the second best and practice the Canghai Nine Swords." ”

"Can't you restore the Canghai Divine Sword?" asked Li Muchan.

Lan Chunhe glared at him: "Why can't you ?!...... Our predecessors started from scratch and could create it, how could we not do it?...... You're a good kid, I'll leave it to you!"

Li Muchan suddenly smiled bitterly: "Uncle Tai ......"

"Cowardice before fighting, you are capable of this?!" Lan Chunhe sneered.

Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Although the disciple is a little savvy, he doesn't dare to be arrogant, what he can't accomplish in several generations, I'm afraid it's ......."

"Don't be arrogant, don't be arrogant!" Lan Chunhe hummed: "King Kong is not bad, the magic skill has been lost for several generations, and no one has ever practiced the Ming King Sutra, you can do all of this, Canghai Divine Sword, a piece of cake!"

Li Muchan could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

Lan Chunhe glared, and his eyes were bright: "Stinky boy, before I die, you can't get the Canghai Divine Sword, so I'll slaughter you and go down with me as a companion!"

Li Muchan looked at him and saw that he looked serious, his heart was clear, and he felt a faint murderous aura.

Knowing that Uncle Tai was not joking, he sighed and said, "If the disciple wants to restore the Canghai Divine Sword, he needs to be proficient in fingering, I have learned a set of Canghai Divine Fingers, but the master said that it is not a top master." ”

"Well......" Lan Chunhe pondered for a long time, and said: "The most powerful fingering in the world is the Bai Hong finger of the Nangong family, followed by the Vajra finger of the Landa Temple, and the rest of the fingering, although exquisite, is not as powerful as the two." ”

"Then our Canghai Divine Sword ......" As soon as Li Muchan spoke, he stopped, feeling that he had asked a nonsense.

Sure enough, Lan Chunhe's eyes widened, and he snorted coldly: "Compared with the Canghai Divine Sword, Bai Hongzhi and King Kong Finger are not worthy of carrying shoes!"

Li Muchan nodded helplessly.

Lan Chunhe thought for a moment and said, "Saint Snow Peak also has a fingering technique,...... It is called the Frost Finger, and the power is also extremely strong, not inferior to the White Rainbow Finger and the King Kong Finger. ”

"Uncle Tai, it seems that the Taibai Sword Sect also has fingering. Li Mu said.

Lan Chunhe sneered: "Hmph, Ice Spirit Finger, the power is ordinary!"

Li Muchan said: "How is it compared to the frost?"

"It's not worth carrying shoes!" Lan Chunhe waved his hand and said, "I have an old relationship with Saint Snow Peak, after a while, you go over and see if you can learn the Frost Finger." ”

"Can this be done?" Li Muchan was surprised.

Such a powerful fingering technique is thought to be the foundation of the sect, and it will never be passed on, and he is a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect.

Lan Chunhe's face was pale: "Less nonsense...... What else do you want to learn besides fingering?"

"Swordsmanship. Li Mu said.

Lan Chunhe nodded and said, "Well, rehearse the swordsmanship you have practiced!"

Li Muchan drew his sword out of the sheath and practiced the swordsmanship he had learned one by one, from the Plum Blossom Twelve Swords, the Zhenyue Eight Swords, the Qiankun Swordsmanship, the Tianshu Swords, and the two swords passed down by Zhuzhao Shitai.

The sword light flickered, and the cold air was cold, reflecting Lan Chunhe's face.

His eyebrows tightened, he shook his head, and when Li Muchan stopped his sword and returned to the sheath and looked at him, he snorted: "Bullshit doesn't work, bullshit doesn't work!

Li Muchan smiled bitterly, he had practiced very well, hearty, refreshed, indescribably relaxed, fluttering.

"You don't call this swordsmanship!" Lan Chunhe snorted.

Li Muchan asked, "Uncle Tai, I can't practice well?"

Lan Chunhe snorted: "You are wrong at the root...... I ask you, what is a sword?"

Li Muchan thought for a while and said, "Isn't a sword a weapon?"

"Hmph, the sword is the hand!" Lan Chunhe snorted and said, "If you can't do the integration of body and sword, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, it's useless!"

He waved his hand to stop Li Muchan's words, and said, "Okay, let's learn the palm method today!"

Li Muchan responded excitedly, it is naturally best to have martial arts, besides, according to the ancestor of Tai Uncle, it must be an extraordinary kung fu, and the power will not be small.

Lan Chunhe lifted his clothes, tied them to his waist, and practiced a set of palm techniques neatly, concise and brisk, clear at a glance, there are only nine styles, simple, Li Muchan was a little disappointed.

Lan Chunhe closed his head, turned his head and said, "See clearly?"

Li Muchan nodded, thoughtful: "Uncle Tai, what kind of palm is this?"

"Nine palms in the sea. Lan Chunhe said, glanced at Li Muchan, seemed to see his thoughts, but didn't say much, and said, "I'll take a look after practice!"

Li Muchan got off the field and rehearsed the palm technique just now.

Only then did he notice something unusual, these moves looked simple, not difficult at all, but when he practiced by himself, he was awkward and abnormal, unconsciously out of shape.

Lan Chunhe snorted: "The eye is high, the hand is low, practice again!"

Li Muchan responded, and then rehearsed again.

He knows his shortcomings, his hands and feet are not in tune with his thinking, he learns slowly, and when others practice once, he needs to practice three or four times, as long as he practices a few more times.

But this time it was different, he practiced it again, and it should have been better, but the result was the opposite, more awkward, and more out of shape.

Lan Chunhe watched coldly and didn't say a word.

Li Muchan continued to practice, over and over again, but it was worse and worse each time, which aroused his temper, and he didn't believe in evil, so he had to practice well.

After practicing five times in one breath, I was sweating profusely, my blood was surging, my face was flushed, and I finally stopped.

At this time, the golden light shone brightly on the woods, and the golden light also shone on Li Muchan's body.

Lan Chunhe shook his head, snorted, and said, "Stinky boy, understand, right? Just by virtue of the moves, I want to learn the Nine Palms of the Sea, pure joke!"

Li Muchan smiled bitterly, nodded, and understood.

There is no shortage of smart people in martial arts, never forget, remember the moves, go back and figure it out slowly, maybe you can learn those unique skills.

But the mastery of the major factions has never been stolen, and it is obviously not mysterious, and the key is the mental method.

"Please also ask Uncle Tai for advice!" Li Muchan said.

Lan Chunhe snorted, slowly explained, and practiced one move at a time.

Li Muchan practiced five times in one breath, was familiar with the palm technique, and deeply realized the awkwardness.

He learns so fast that he absorbs water like a sponge.

After Lan Chunhe pointed out, Li Muchan practiced five more times, and when he did it the last time, he already looked like it, only lacking the heat.

This set of palm techniques is controlled by the god of the sea, and Lan Chunhe points out the key to making the power of the force, where to make the yin energy, where to make the bright energy, where not to make the strength, where to make the strength, where to spit out the strength.

The moves are simple, but the luck is extremely complicated, and it is difficult to change a person and learn it without a month or two.

The moves are simple and the heart is complex, which is exactly what Li Muchan's appetite is.

"You've learned this technique. After Li Muchan practiced again, Lan Chunhe nodded, stroked his beard and said, "Next, turn it into a sword." ”

Li Muchan was surprised: "Melted into the transformation?"

Lan Chunhe snorted coldly: "The palm sword method is a family, I don't understand this, what does this girl teach in Zhuzhao...... Find me in a month!"

With that, he waved his hand, and the yellow shadow disappeared in a flash.

PS: It's late, I apologize, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. V