Li Muchan settled Fan Peiyao, the twilight was hazy, and the tired birds returned to the forest, he took advantage of the night to return to Tianlong City and go to the Ming Mansion.

He wanted to take a look at the Ming Mansion secretly, after all, it was home, and he couldn't rest assured.

He was not afraid of Lei Jianfeng, paced leisurely, and when he arrived at the gate of the mansion, there was a sudden sound of the piano in his ears.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng ......" The sound of the piano is rapid, like a galloping horse, like a torrential rain.

Li Muchan closed his eyes, his face changed slightly, and he floated into the Ming Mansion, and then from the courtyard of the Ming Courtyard, he directly swept over the east wall and fell into the mansion of the Thirteen Niang Mansion.

The layout of the house of the thirteen mothers is wonderful, enter the gate is the steps, go up the steps, it is a flat and open place, the east and west sides are red tile houses, a pavilion rises from the ground in the north, the weather is forested, and it is terrifying.

There were more than a dozen people lying on the ground, with different clothes and different postures, motionless, and they were pointed.

Thirteen Niang sat on the steps in a purple shirt, her face was solemn, her eyebrows were shy, her eyes were bright, and her hands quickly stroked the piano, forming a jade-colored finger shadow.

A young man in a Taoist robe wielded a long sword at the foot of the steps, his movements were dashing and extraordinary.

His sword style is slow, like a sword with ten thousand weights, each style is difficult, suddenly stepping forward, suddenly retreating, advancing and retreating, always wanting to get close to Thirteen Niang.

Li Muchan landed gently, and suddenly in front of him, the heavens and the earth seemed to be turned over, he hurriedly pinched a handprint, and his eyes returned to clarity.

He was secretly amazed, this sound of the qin was actually a powerful sound attack technique, but it could charm people's minds, and he was surprised by his meditation kung fu.

This sound attack technique, directly acting on people's minds, has nothing to do with martial arts, he practiced Buddhist meditation, the best at this, just to restrain such thaumaturgy.

Looking at the young Taoist priest again, he secretly admired that this person's swordsmanship looked slow and weak, and his mental technique must be very wonderful, and he could overcome God with qi.

He looked at Thirteen Niang carefully, his face was as heavy as water, his eyes were bright, but his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat, his face was pale, and his cheeks were as red as drunk.

Li Muchan frowned, she was extremely weak now, she might have been injured, and she used such a mastery to make such a masterpiece, it was too exhausting, and she was about to be unable to hold on.

Turning his head to look at this Taoist priest, his swordsmanship is strange, he is by no means an unknown person, and he is so young and has such a swordsmanship, he is obviously a son of a famous family.

If he makes a rash move, he will definitely cause trouble.

"Alas......" he shook his head and sighed, and in a flash, he appeared behind the young man and imprinted it with a fluttering palm.

"Huh. He was surprised, and his figure flew out suddenly, and at the same time there was a muffled "bang".

Li Muchan flew out of ten zhang upside down, reached the edge of the platform, and almost fell down the steps.

He didn't expect that this young Taoist priest was surrounded by a strong internal force, and as soon as he stretched out his palm, it was like a flood bursting the embankment, and the internal force surging and knocking him away.

This internal force is extremely strong, extremely pure, and he can't resist it, he has no power to resist, and flies out directly, embarrassed.

He smiled bitterly, this thirteen niang really can't be touched, when I saw that her cultivation was profound and unfathomable, but she was still stained, and the original speculation was really right.

"Zheng ......" The sound of the piano stopped, and Thirteen Niang's figure flickered, her face was very white, but her eyes looked at Li Muchan with a bright look.

Li Muchan got up, brushed his robe, clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "Thirteen Niang, what's going on?"

Thirteen Niang panted, stretched out her sleeves to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and sighed: "Master, it's none of your business here, let's go back." ”

The young Taoist priest stopped, stood with his sword in hand, and turned his head to look over.

His face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like a star, his breath is pure and upright, his eyes are warm and soft, elegant and elegant, and he has a Taoist inaction, which is heartbreaking.

"Who is this Taoist ......?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.

Thirteen Niangxiu's face sank, cold as frost: "Master, please go back,...... It's my private affair and I don't want anyone else to know. ”

Li Muchan didn't seem to see her turn her face, hugged her fists and smiled: "Little monk Mingkong, is a neighbor of Thirteen Niang, and he hasn't asked the Taoist number yet?"

"Xiaodao Qingxuan. The young Taoist priest put away his sword, bowed his head, and looked gentle and friendly.

Li Muchan said with a smile: "It turned out to be the head of the Qingxuan Dao, I don't know what grievances there are, I have to fight to death?"

Qingxuan Taoist sighed: "The master has an order, and I have to obey it,...... Master Mingkong, this matter is a grudge between the master, and it is better for the master to stay out of the matter. ”

Li Muchan said: "Are you going to kill Thirteen Niang?"

Qingxuan Taoist nodded: "Yes." ..., Li Muchan sighed: "Then I can't agree, there is only a war." ”

Qingxuan Daoist looked at him, shook his head and said, "You are not my opponent. ”

"Master, it's useless, you better go back. Thirteen Niang sighed, pushed away the guqin on her lap, got up slowly, and went down the steps in fluttering clothes, and came to Li Muchan.

Thirteen Niang sighed: "Master, although your martial arts are strong, you are not his opponent,...... I also accepted my fate, after fighting for so many years, I am also tired of it, and it is time to get rid of it. ”

A faint fragrance penetrated into his nose, Li Muchan had no time to pay attention to it, and frowned: "Thirteen Niang, what's going on?"

"The master doesn't deal with it, fights back and forth, bored, and doesn't listen. Thirteen Niang waved her hand, the breeze swept by, sending a faint fragrance, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy.

Li Muchan was stunned, he had never seen her so beautiful, as if she had seen through the mortal dust, detached from the world, and exuded a light like snow.

He smiled and waved his hand: "Thirteen Niang don't need to say more, I am in charge of this matter, even if I am not defeated, I can always block it for a while, you go first"

With that, he pulled out the Broken Yue Knife and crossed between the Qingxuan Taoist and the Thirteen Niangs.

Daoist Qingxuan looked at him in embarrassment, and hesitated: "Master Mingkong, I have to kill Miss Zhang this time, please get out of the way." ”

He has a gentle temperament and a generous temperament, Li Muchan has a good impression, but unfortunately he can't help but be an enemy.

Li Muchan smiled faintly: "I don't know which sect the chief belongs to?"

"Shangqingguan. "Qingxuan Taoist Daodao.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and thought about it, then shook his head: "I am lonely and unheard of, and I have never heard of it." ”

Qingxuan Taoist priest said: "The disciples of the Sect of Enlightenment were born to practice, and they are not known to the world. ”

Li Muchan turned his back to Thirteen Niang and said with a smile: "Thirteen Niang, why don't we fight the Qing Xuan Dao Master together?"

Thirteen Niang sighed faintly, and said bitterly: "The two of us are together, and there is no chance of winning, why are you bothering to wade this troubled water?"

"If you don't try, you know. Li Muchan said with a smile...... ，