Li Tombzen slowly withdrew his hand and looked at her pale face.

She closed her eyes and breathed, her hands were sealed, and her treasure was as solemn as Guanyin's master, motionless.

After a while, she opened her eyes, smiled at Li Muchan, got up and fluttered outside the small pavilion, stood quietly, and then took half a step with her left foot, her hands were like swords on her chest, pointing to the sky, her eyes drooping slightly, and a touch of afterglow in her eyes shone on her fingertips.

Li Muchan followed out and stood beside her and stared.

For about a quarter of an hour, changes gradually appeared in her body, and a faint sword intent diffused out, if there was none, Li Muchan would be difficult to detect if he didn't feel it keenly.

Li Muchan nodded, Master's enlightenment is also good.

With the passage of time, the sword intent exuded by Master Zhuzhao became stronger and stronger, and after an hour, the surrounding area was cold and cold, like a sword out of its sheath, and the cold light was pervasive.

The jade-colored monk's robe rolls like a wave, undulating, and the power of the monk's robe is strong and weak, swallowing and stretching.

Li Muchan frowned.

After a while, her sword intent became stronger, the monk's robe hunted like a strong wind, her pale cheeks were red, delicate as a flower, and her breath became heavy.

Li Muchan's brows furrowed even tighter.

After another quarter of an hour, Zhu Zhaoshi's face turned red, as if he was mustering up his strength, revealing a struggling appearance, his sword fingers trembled slightly, and his delicate body trembled slightly.

At this time, the surrounding forest was as cold as a cold cellar, and the sword intent was like substance, like a sword against her throat, and she couldn't help but want to retreat and stay away from her.

Li Muchan's heart is as strong as a dragon, his mind is like iron, and he is not affected, but his face is not good-looking, his brows are tightly locked, and his eyes are staring at Master Zhuzhao.

Master Zhuzhao trembled even more, he shook his head and sighed, this is a sign that he is going to go mad, and his mind can't control his sword intent.

He clasped his hands together, like Bodhidharma offering a pestle, closed his eyes slightly, cleared his heart, and his lips moved slightly.

"When I heard this, at one time, the Buddha was in the garden of solitude in the garden of solitude, and there were 1,250 people with the great bhikkhus. When......

The sound of nothingness floated out of his mouth, and it floated into the ears of Zhuzhao Shitai, like silk, like smoke and fog, hazy and illusory.

Li Muchan didn't dare to disturb her, she was the most fragile now, and she would go crazy if she was slightly disturbed.

The sound of chanting is soft, like a jade bead falling into the ears of the bamboo master, from if there is nothing, slowly become larger, to later, the sound of chanting fills the heaven and earth.

Master Zhuzhao's face slowly recovered, the monk's robe returned to his body, and the sword intent that filled his body slowly disappeared.

"Duh!" Li Muchan snapped.

Master Zhuzhao shuddered, slowly opened his apricot eyes, glanced at Li Muchan gloomily, his body suddenly weakened, and he fell.

Li Muchan stretched out his hand and grabbed her willow waist and hugged her into his arms.

"It's really amazing, what a sword-casting ......" Master Zhu looked at him with wide apricot eyes, panting and sighing, exhaling like an orchid.

Sweat gushed out violently, like a flood discharge from a sluice, and in a blink of an eye, it wet her monk's robe, which was attached to her body, showing her exquisite curves.

Li Muchan stretched out his palm to press her vest, crossed into a force of alcohol and internal force, circled in an instant, drove away the cold, and then put one hand around her shoulder...... After holding her knee, he carried her into the house.

Although it is shameful and bright, after all, it is a cold winter, the breeze is cold, she is the weakest time, and it is very troublesome for an evil spirit to invade.

People who practice martial arts generally do not suffer from wind cold, and once they suffer from wind cold, they will have a serious illness that cannot be left, and it is more dangerous than ordinary people who do not practice martial arts.

Master Zhu Zhao was too petite and exquisite, and he was soft and let him hold him on the couch, and sighed weakly with a pillow: "This sword-casting style is not practiced by people at all!"

Li Muchan took her little hand and said with a smile: "Master, it's really so easy, the Changbai Sword Sect has long dominated the world, isn't it?"

Master Takezhao laughed too: "This is too!"

Li Muchan's luck passed, and the internal force was rolling...... In the blink of an eye, the white mist rose, and the monk's robe dried up, he pulled the quilt over her, got up and said, "Master, you lie down for a while, and I'll go get you clothes." ”

"Well, go ahead. "Master Zhu is too lazy and sleepy.

She was exhausted, in a trance, mentally exhausted, and not very conscious.

Li Muchan turned around and went out, went to the Wuji Palace, and asked a female disciple guarding outside the hall to help take the clothes of Master Zhuzhao, and quickly returned to the small courtyard.

When he returned to the house, Taketeru had already fallen asleep, quiet and peaceful.

Li Muchan thought about it, put his clothes aside, and then retreated, shaking his head. In the evening, Li Muchan was practicing the Flying Immortal Sword Technique in the small courtyard, wanting to fuse it with the Canghai Nine Swords and learn from each other's strengths, when suddenly there was a shout from the house: "Zhan Ran!

Li Muchan hurriedly said, "Master." ”

He took the dragon sword and entered the house, and the bamboo master sat with the quilt in his arms, his face was red, delicate and lazy. "Master is awake?" Li Muchan said with a smile...... Sit down at the bedside.

Master Zhuzhao looked at him with a smile: "Stinky boy, this time you are at a loss." ”

Li Muchan smiled: "It's good if Master doesn't complain about me." ”

If he didn't have the top, Master Takezhao would not be able to practice the sword-casting style, although he restrained the fire in time, Master Takezhao suffered a lot.

Master Takezhao shook his head and sighed, "It seems that I really can't practice this sword-casting style!"

After sitting for a while, Master Zhuzhao got up, his clothes had been changed, and when he was about to go out, he pouted: "You stinky boy, dry the quilt well and wash it more!"

Li Muchan was stunned: "What?"

His quilt is very clean, because he has cultivated the magic skill of King Kong, cutting hair and washing the marrow, the internal organs are clean, and the internal qi protects the body, it is spotless, the body is flawless, and the quilt will not be dirty.

"The smell of stinky men is too strong!" Takeshoshi glanced at him too whitely, turned around and went out.

Li Muchan touched his nose and smiled helplessly.

The master has a habit of cleanliness, and sleeping in his bed must be very awkward, and it is really difficult for her.

He was the only one left in the courtyard, he came to the courtyard, bathed in the sunset, his legs apart, his hands were pointed into a sword, he pierced the sky, closed his eyes slightly, and shone his eyes on his fingertips, visualizing the long sword breaking through the air.

The heroic sword intent gradually condensed, and the whole person seemed to turn into a sword, breaking through the dark clouds in the sky, illuminating the earth, and meeting the rolling thunder to exercise this sword with thunder.

Two hours passed, and when he opened his eyes, it was already the middle of the night, and the surging sword qi overflowed the entire small courtyard, and the forest was as cold as an ice cellar, and the temperature was several degrees lower than outside.

He regained his momentum, only to feel full of energy, sharp as strong, although it was dark night, it was still clear and bright, the moon was bright and moving, and the night sky was pure and dark...... All of them are beautiful.

It was too late and there was no place to eat, so he walked to the front of the Wuji Palace, turned to the west, brushed aside the lush green pines, and stepped on the forest path to a small courtyard in the middle of the forest.

In the hazy moonlight, this small courtyard is quiet and blends with the surrounding pine trees, and it looks like an ordinary small courtyard, but it is the residence of the bamboo light master.

"Master. Li Muchan raised his voice and called.

Master Takezhao's voice sounded: "Stinky boy, come in!"

Li Muchan pushed the door in, the sword light Huo Huo rushed to his face, and he slapped his dragon slaying hand, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", and the sword light in the sky disappeared.

Master Zhuzhao was wearing a snow-white silk suit, full of energy, standing in front of him with a sword, and hummed: "Not bad!"

Li Muchan glanced at her and said with a smile: "Master's spirit has recovered?"

Master Zhuzhao put away his sword and returned it to the sheath: "It's a big deal to sleep this night, why are you here?"

Li Muchan said with a smile: "I missed the meal time, and I want to ask the master for a bowl of rice!"

Master Zhuzhao has a special cook, and Li Muchan, who is very good at cooking, has heard what his sister said, but he has never been taught, so he just took the opportunity to eat.

"Well, wait a minute. She nodded, turned and went into the house, and after a while she changed into a jade-colored monk's robe and came out.

She slapped her face, and there was a person coming out of the kitchen, a middle-aged beautiful woman with a plump figure.

Master Zhu Zhao said: "Qiao Niang, help Zhan Ran cook two dishes." ”

"Good. The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled at Li Muchan, turned around and went in again.

............

The two sat in the small pavilion in the courtyard, and several lanterns illuminated the pavilion as bright as day, and their eyebrows were fiercely visible.

Just as he was about to speak, Li Muchan suddenly frowned, and his blood surged.

Seeing his color change, Master Takesho asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Muchan shook his head, got up and went to the outside of the pavilion, only to feel uneasy, his blood and qi were stirring, and after pacing a few steps, it became even more powerful.

Li Muchan stopped and turned around: "Master, it may be that something happened to the senior sisters!"

Master Zhuzhao raised his eyebrows: "I sent two masters of Cuifeng Pavilion to follow secretly, plus Yin Yue's martial arts and shrewdness, I won't suffer." ”

Li Muchan shook his head, although he had a sense, it was not clear, only a blur, faintly felt that it was Wen Yinyue, but he was afraid that if he cared, he would be confused.

He looked up at the sky, a bright moon was shining in the sky, the night sky was clear, and there were no dark clouds.

He walked a few steps in a distraught, then stopped, slowly moved the beads, and secretly recited the Diamond Sutra.

Since cultivating the Sutra of Heaven and Man, his mind has been as calm as water, and all his emotions have weakened a lot, whether it is joy or sadness, they are all faint, and it is difficult to really shine in his heart.

This is the first time I have been so upset.

"Zhan Ran, is it really Yinyue that something happened to them?" asked Zhu Zhaotai with a frown.

Li Muchan nodded slowly: "Eight or nine is not far from ten!" "Master, I have to go and take a look." ”

Master Zhuzhao frowned and snorted: "Crow's mouth! ”

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of eagles in the sky, clear and agitated, Li Muchan hurriedly beckoned, these two eagles have also practiced internal strength, and their eyesight is outstanding.

A gust of wind swept by, and two eagles appeared on his shoulders, Li Muchan reached out and grabbed the bamboo pipe on the little eaglet's leg, opened it and took out a note, and his face changed.

He handed it to Master Zhuzhao and said in a deep voice, "Master, I'll leave immediately!"

He pursed his lips and let out a long roar, and a horse neighed from under the Canghai Mountain, like a dragon's groan, and the neighing resounded throughout the Canghai Mountain, rolling like thunder.

Li Muchan turned around and walked out of the small courtyard, and when he arrived in front of the Wuji Palace, he saw that the red shadow turned into a light smoke, floated up the steps, and came close in a blink of an eye.

It steps on the ground as fast as the top light.

Li Muchan jumped onto the red shadow, the red shadow hissed lightly, turned into a light smoke and floated down, and the entire Canghai Mountain was awakened, and they came out to see what was going on.

ps: One shift today! Three shifts tomorrow. (To be continued)