He understands that internal strength is not omnipotent. Although it can relieve physical fatigue, it cannot be eradicated. If you want to restore your body, you still need to rest.
He practiced until evening, when the sun was setting, before he left Tianshu Academy and walked back.
He Nanshan and the others advised him that he should not go back if he was so tired after practicing swordplay for a day, and just live here. The house had been tidied up and could be occupied immediately.
Li Muchan shook his head and declined with a smile. He still wanted to go back so as not to worry his parents. As a result, the three of them laughed at him, saying that he was his mother's good baby and would not grow up.
Li Muchan smiled and didn't care. In this new life, he experienced life and death, saw through the world, attached great importance to family ties, and loved his family very much.
The eldest brother Li Muchan was different from him. He had great ambitions and wanted to get ahead. He didn't care about his family. Li Muchan didn't blame him. He was the same in his previous life. He only focused on his own efforts and unintentionally neglected his family.
Today he did not go to Chaoran Building and walked alone.
He walked slowly and calmly.
Under the sunset and glow, Jinyang City becomes more and more lively.
At night, the city is brightly lit and even more prosperous than during the day. Especially now that it is summer, the days are hot and the nights are cool. It is the best time to go out and do activities. It will not be until midnight that they all die down and disperse.
The six ring scars on the head are a little faded, but the top of the head is brighter, as if it has been greased, shining in the afterglow of the sunset. There are Buddhist beads hanging around the neck, there are also Buddhist beads on the left wrist, and a long sword hangs at the waist.
Along the way, he would occasionally meet acquaintances, exchange tithes with each other, and walk by with a smile. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a quiet and taciturn monk with quite the demeanor of an eminent monk.
Carrying a long sword is not to show off one's power, but to continue practicing swordplay at night.
He has deep meditation skills and extraordinary energy. He only needs to sleep for an hour to sleep as long as an ordinary person's night. He thought of a good place to practice martial arts, which can relieve physical fatigue and gain time to practice swordsmanship.
He moved the beads with his left hand and walked slowly. Each time he moved a beads, he took a step at the same time. He did not rush or slow, which was quite rhythmic and gave people a sense of elegance.
While he was walking, his mind was focused on the inner power of his Dantian, leading out a small stream that circulated along the Ren and Du meridians. It was as if his body was immersed in a hot spring, and his fatigue slowly disappeared.
When he left the city and came to the mountain path, he felt refreshed and couldn't help but admire that although his inner strength was not omnipotent, it could still be used in many ways.
In the afternoon, I heard from the third senior brother that the Tianyuan Breathing Technique is wonderful, but it focuses on the accumulation of internal energy, and its application is much worse. It is not as good as the Shaoyang Zhenjing, Shaoyin Zhenjing, etc.
These internal skills and mental methods are more effective in eliminating fatigue. Unfortunately, he can't practice them now. He still has to breathe in and out, like a turtle crawling, which is a bitter experience.
The Tianyuan Breathing Technique is already so good, wouldn't the Shaoyang Sutra and the like be even better? He was a little hopeful, wondering about the indestructible magical power of the Vajra.
With a calm expression, he walked slowly with his beads on his hands, thinking about good things in his mind, occasionally looking around, and he had already left the city and reached the mountain path.
The afterglow of the setting sun was still shining, and the mountains were all red and magnificent. The tired birds in the mountains and forests returned to the forest, making him even more eager to go home.
Walking forward with brisk steps, we soon came to a dense forest.
This is the lowest point of the hillside. If you go further, you have to go up the mountain. After climbing over the mountain in front of you, you will reach Lijia Village.
The mountain was quite dangerous and the woods were dense. There were pines, poplars and some trees that he couldn't name. They were lush and green, covered with a layer of rays of light, and it was really beautiful.
His face darkened, he frowned, slowly put away the beads, and put them back on his left wrist.
It was here last time that two men suddenly ran out, one with a dagger and the other with a long knife, asking him to hand over the money.
Li Muchan showed weakness at first and slowly retreated. When he retreated into the woods, he suddenly bent down and picked up a thick branch. He suddenly attacked and stabbed two people down in one breath. He struck too hard and stabbed one person to death.
After the first murder, he did not fall into the shadow and quickly regained his composure. After dying once, he knew what death was like and no longer had any fear.
Usually when he came here, he would stop, look around, recall the feat he had done in the first place, feel proud and intoxicated.
When he got here today, he felt something was wrong, and there was a faint chill between his brows, just like the feeling he felt when facing a fish-scale sword in the morning.
He took a deep breath and looked around, no one was there!
But the feeling of something wrong was even stronger. He knew that his meditation skills were deep and his facial features were sharper than ordinary people. He was convinced that someone was ambushing him.
"Choke..." He unsheathed his sword, pointed it diagonally at the woods ahead, and shouted in a deep voice: "Who is it, come out!"
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!" A young man clapped his hands and walked slowly out from behind a pine tree.
Stepping on the soft pine needles, he stopped two feet in front of Li Muchan. The young man smiled and said: "You are an ordinary person, but you are so alert. You are indeed somewhat capable. No wonder you were able to kill my brother!"
"Your surname is high?!" Li Muchan said solemnly.
When he first saw this person suddenly appearing, his heart tightened. Then he took a deep breath, adjusted his body and mind, relaxed quickly, and looked at the young man carefully.
This man has a handsome appearance, but his eyes are narrow and his mouth is very thin. He does not look like a generous person. He is tall and tall, wearing a fluttering green shirt and a long sword hanging from his waist. He has a certain air of a young hero.
The young man looked lazily, as if he had just woken up from sleep. He tilted his head to look at him and smiled slightly: "You killed someone here a while ago. They are my brothers."
"Are you here for revenge?" Li Muchan said.
"That's right." The young man nodded and smiled: "Alas... my brother was also unlucky. He died at the hands of a little bald donkey. If he doesn't take revenge, how can he rest in peace?"
Li Muchan looked at him calmly: "No need to say more, just do it!"
The young man smiled and squinted his eyes, facing the setting sun, his gaze as sharp as a knife, with a smile on his face: "Little bald donkey, if you have something to do, and your unfulfilled wish, maybe I can help you out of kindness.
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He spoke with a smile and brayed like a bald donkey, obviously trying to anger Li Muchan.
Li Muchan looked at him indifferently and said calmly: "If you are afraid, just leave, I will spare your life...otherwise, don't talk nonsense, mother-in-law and mother are making people laugh!"
The young man sneered: "Then go down and accompany my brother!"
His figure swayed, and a cold light rose from his waist, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, and instantly appeared in front of Li Muchan.
Li Muchan took a bow and swung his sword in one go, and naturally used the first move of the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords, which was extremely standard and not bad at all.
"Ding..." The two swords clashed with each other, the sound was crisp and endless.
The young man swung his long sword and froze, showing an expression of astonishment.
Li Muchan's eyes suddenly brightened, and there was a flash of cold light. The young man suddenly paused, and a sword tip emerged from his back, stained blood red.
Li Muchan drew his sword, and hot blood spurted out, making a hissing sound.
"Uh..." The young man glared at Li Muchan, raised his long sword, slowly let go, and dropped it to the grass.
His right hand trembled and he pointed at Li Muchan. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but was blocked by the gushing blood, and he could only make a whooshing sound.
"Bang" he lay down on the grass, his body twitching slightly.
Li Muchan's face turned pale. When he started to attack, all his thoughts were abandoned. He focused on his opponent. When he relaxed, he felt as if the thief had left the building empty. All his energy and energy seemed to be concentrated in this stab.
He stared at the young man and thought to himself: The young man's sword was extremely fast, but thanks to his strength, he knocked his sword away, and before he could recover, he used a stab that he had practiced for more than ten years.
He understood that this time he was extremely lucky, and he was lucky to have practiced the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords. Otherwise, he would not be able to catch a single move, so he could only ignore his sword and stab it out directly, exchanging lives for lives.
Although his thrust was fast, he couldn't guarantee that it would be faster than the opponent. He didn't know how fast a martial arts practitioner could strike. At least, his thrust was far worse than his second sister's.
He was extremely powerful, had twelve plum-blossom swords, and was able to stab quickly. He was prepared with all three, and he was lucky enough to survive.
He shook his head, sighed, showed compassion, slowly bent down, rubbed the sword on the man's body, wiped away the blood, and then sheathed the sword.
Then, he took off the Buddhist beads on his left hand, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and murmured, and quickly recited the Transcendence Mantra. Then he walked quickly and left quickly.