Li Muchan sighed: "However, the secretiveness of Tianji Valley is indeed a big problem. Even if it is not eliminated, we have to find a way to find out and have it in our hands."
He suddenly frowned, and Leng Wushuang asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Muchan shook his head and felt another severe pain in his spleen. He smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that the poison must be detoxified first. Lake Master, are you okay?"
"Hmm." Leng Wushuang's jaw was lowered, and under the Huanyang Pill, the poison was like snow meeting the soup, dispersing and disappearing.
Li Muchan said: "Mo Yunshan's palms are poisonous, so we have to find a way to get rid of them."
Leng Wushuang asked: "How long can you hold on?"
Li Muchan thought about it: "It's no problem for a day or two."
Leng Wushuang said: "That's good, I can heal your injuries tomorrow."
Li Muchan nodded: "Don't worry, as long as the Lake Master is here, my life will not be lost... Regarding the Three Smiles Hall, what is the Lake Master going to do?"
Leng Wushuang remained silent and shook his head.
Li Muchan knew that she was in a dilemma. Sanxiaotang was not Tianji Valley, but a behemoth. Once the war started, the entire Xinghu Xiaozhu would fall into a fight.
When two factions fight, even if one side wins, it will be a brutal battle. The neighboring factions are watching eagerly, and they can just take advantage and destroy the winning side.
Therefore, when two major factions fight against each other, they will never go into full-scale war. It will just be a local private fight. They will control the scale and prevent it from expanding.
Moreover, once there is a war, not only this generation will form a blood feud, but it will be passed down from generation to generation, and the hatred will increase. After a few lifetimes, it will definitely end with the destruction of one party.
For a sect, development is the goal. Appropriate fighting will boost morale and enhance strength, but excessive fighting can cause serious trouble and needs to be controlled.
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that I'm not strong in martial arts, so I can't get rid of people named Lin for our little building!"
Leng Wushuang said: "You don't need to do anything about this, I will send someone over."
Li Muchan nodded: "Master of the lake, you can't take action, otherwise the trouble will be big... No matter what, the person named Lin must be removed. Lin Ping has a great hatred for our Xiaozhu, so he can't stay."
"Yeah." Leng Wushuang nodded.
The night was dark and the moonlight was bright. The two of them walked slowly outside. When they arrived at the entrance of the cave, the three girls Zhang Qiaoyi were walking around like ants on a hot pot, showing anxiety.
Hearing the noise, the three people hurriedly turned their heads and looked around. When they saw it was them, they hurriedly stepped forward to greet them.
"Lake Master!" Zhang Qiaoyi asked with concern.
She could see that the two of them were injured, so she did not use Qing Kung Fu, but walked out slowly. Unless they were injured, they would not be like this.
She quickly glanced at Li Muchan, showing concern.
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Xu Xiaorou ran forward, took Li Muchan's arm and asked, "Junior Brother Li, what's wrong with you? You don't look good. Are you injured?"
He Ruoshui also looked over with concern.
Li Muchan smiled and asked, "Where are Brother Song and his wife?"
"They are guarding outside." Xu Xiaorou said hurriedly, looking him up and down: "Where are you injured?"
Li Muchan said: "It doesn't matter, you won't die if you get hit by a palm, you just have to suffer a little bit!"
"Is it true?" Xu Xiaorou asked in disbelief.
She turned to look at Leng Wushuang: "Lake Master, are you also injured?"
Leng Wushuang said: "It doesn't matter to me... inside is the lair of Tianji Tower. Mo Yunshan, the owner of Tianji Tower, has been executed. He was the one who hurt Li Zhu."
"This stinky old man, let him die happily!" Xu Xiaorou snorted bitterly.
Several people walked out and talked at the same time.
Leng Wushuang said: "Most of the people in Tianji Tower have moved this time. You have to be careful about the revenge of the people in Tianji Tower. Don't be careless."
Xu Xiaorou pouted: "We were careless last time. Don't be fooled next time. Don't worry, Lake Master. If they don't come, we'll die. If they come, we'll die!"
Leng Wushuang said calmly: "I hope you are not lying!"
Xu Xiaojudao: "When do I talk big words? Lake Lord, just look at it!"
Leng Wushuang said no more, Zhang Qiaoyi said: "Lake Master, are they the murderers?"
Leng Wushuang nodded, Zhang Qiaoyi smiled and said: "It seems that Junior Brother Li's tracking technique is indeed mysterious!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "It's a bit of a fluke."
Leng Wushuang said: "Li Zhu's tracking technique has some shadows of magical power. It is indeed far beyond the world and very useful."
Everyone talked again, Li Muchan's face changed slightly, Leng Wushuang frowned: "Another attack?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and nodded, Leng Wushuang said: "Let's go, find a place to rest, and after I adjust my breathing, I will heal you as soon as possible."
"Lake Master, how injured is Junior Brother Li?" Zhang Qiaoyi's expression also changed.
The lake owner needs to personally heal the injury, obviously the injury is not serious.
Li Muchan said: "Senior Sister Zhang, it's nothing. This Mo Yunshan is practicing Poison Palm. There is a little trouble. With the Lake Master taking action, there will be no problem."
Zhang Qiaoyi nodded slowly, there was nothing to worry about since the Lake Master could come back to life.
After everyone left the valley and walked a few miles, they saw a ruined temple, so they went in to rest. Leng Wushuang took the time to adjust his breathing.
Li Muchan also sat down cross-legged, and instead of using the Divine Illumination Sutra, he practiced the ancient Qi training technique.
The traces of earthiness floated towards the spleen and were quickly absorbed, as if the rain met in a dry land, much faster than before, and the efficiency was greatly increased.
When practicing qi previously, the earthy qi condensed, and when it floated to the spleen, part of it stayed, and a large part floated away, wandering around the body and slowly disappearing.
He didn't know the reason. It seemed that the magnetism of the spleen was not strong enough to attract the rustic.
Now the situation is completely different. As soon as the rustic energy approaches, it immediately penetrates into the spleen without even a trace of it escaping. This is really something that has never happened before.
A trace of earthiness moistened his spleen, and the original severe pain seemed to weaken a little. He felt refreshed, and he vomited more carefully, and the pain became weaker and weaker.
I don't know how much time passed. When he woke up, he found that his eyes were bright and it was daytime. He was still vomiting, and traces of earthiness kept creeping into his spleen.
He observed silently, and felt a warm feeling coming from his spleen, as if it was wrapped in a ball of warm water. It was indescribably comfortable, and the original severe pain had long since disappeared.
He was overjoyed. It seemed that there was no serious problem with his spleen. When he looked inside, there was a mass of black air surrounding his spleen, but now it had completely disappeared.
The rustic energy keeps gathering around, no longer drilling into the spleen, but surrounding it, like peach flesh surrounding a peach core.
Without the original dissipation, the rustic gas gathered very quickly. Overnight, it was about the size of an egg, a ball of light yellow gas.
Li Muchan secretly thought to himself that the current situation seemed to be a blessing in disguise. Not only had the poisonous energy been dispelled, but his power had also been greatly improved.
The original rusticity was just a faint wisp, but now it was the size of a ball of eggs, which was completely different. His heart moved, and a trace of rusticity quickly flew out and came to the palm of his hand.
Li Muchan's heart moved again, and another wave of rustic energy surged into his hand, which was several times thicker than the last time. He was secretly happy that this ball of rustic energy could indeed follow his wishes.