The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

'Lee Chengfeng kills the gold-blooded troll here'

A line of calligraphy and painting with silver hooks and iron, each stroke reveals the meaning of the sword.

"It's Second Senior Brother!"

Xiang Wanqing exclaimed.

Li Muchen was also very curious and couldn't help but look forward to finding out who this most mysterious senior brother in Tiandu was.

But when they came back to their senses, the two of them were shocked by the environment they were in.

Because only then did they realize that the cliff with the words engraved in front of them was not a rock at all, but a human head.

And the steep Weiwei Mountain in the distance is not a mountain, but a body.

The flowing golden liquid is not a stream, but blood.

This is the golden-blooded troll that the second senior brother mentioned.

Xiang Wanqing felt a little uncomfortable.

As a disciple of Tiandu, I have seen many demons, but I have never seen such a weird scene.

She unconsciously took a step forward, guarding Li Muchen behind her as before: "Junior brother, this place is too weird, be careful!"

But at this time, Li Muchen had floated up and landed on the head of the golden-blooded troll several stories high.

Looking at Li Muchen's back, Xiang Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and laughed at himself for forgetting that the Muchen in front of him was no longer the junior brother he used to be.

She also floated up, flew to Li Muchen's side, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm appreciating the sword intention of the second senior brother." Li Muchen carefully felt the sword intention revealed in the strokes carved by the sword energy, imagining the way the second senior brother wielded the sword at that time.

"Did you see any clues?" Xiang Wanqing asked.

"Not even close."

After Li Muchen finished speaking, he flew towards the mountain in the distance - the body of the golden-blooded troll.

Falling to the top of the mountain, where the golden-blooded troll's broken neck was.

This place is as flat as a chip, cut off by the sword energy.

Li Muchen looked at it for a long time and said with emotion: "No wonder the second senior brother is said to be a genius in swordsmanship. This sword is enough to shock the heavens and make ghosts cry!"

Xiang Wanqing smiled and said: "Second senior brother is a genius, but what about you? Don't you even care about the way of heaven? I'm afraid geniuses won't be in your eyes either, right?"

Li Muchen shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't take Heaven's way seriously. I'm just against Heaven's way. I'm opposed to him using chance as an excuse to control the fate of all living beings. He also uses fate as a shackle to drive all living beings to be used by Heaven. I hope to find a solution for all living beings. A path of equality, untying the shackles of fate, and breaking away from the shackles of heaven. I rebel against heaven, but never dare to despise heaven."

Xiang Wanqing didn't expect that a casual joke would cause Li Muchen to be so emotional. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said: "Muchen, I have also heard some of your teachings, but I was limited by my identity and didn't think about it deeply. There are so many things in the world. It is said that you preached under the sycamore tree. I also want to hear it. Can you tell me about it? Even if you open a small stove for me, how about I not be your senior sister today? "

Li Muchen laughed and said: "Preaching is not about recruiting disciples. If you need to be my disciple, if Senior Sister wants to hear it, I will tell you."

So he began to preach at the broken neck of the giant's corpse.

Xiang Wanqing felt a little uncomfortable at first, but as she listened, she became fascinated.

This feeling has never happened before.

She had listened to master's sermons and senior brother's sermons before, and there were some wonderful things in them, but they had never shocked her. Because Tiandu's Taoism is gradual, just like climbing a mountain, all the energy is consumed on the way, and the joy when reaching the high place has long been diluted by the exhausting training.

But when Li Muchen preached, he pointed first at the key points and at high places, as if he had taken you to the top of the mountain, with a panoramic view of all the mountains in front of you.

Unknowingly, Xiang Wanqing had forgotten where she was and that the preaching man in front of her was once the little kid she watched grow up.

In this moment, she changed from a senior sister to a little fan girl. And Li Muchen's figure became taller before her eyes.

As she listened, the Qi pulses in her body began to circulate unconsciously.

Time seems to have stopped, and the years have become quiet.

The Qi in the depths of the Western Zhou Dynasty began to become active, resonating with her body.

She didn't see that right under her feet, the golden blood flowing on the huge demon corpse began to evaporate, turning into a steaming golden mist, spreading upwards, surrounding her, and seeping into her body.

I don't know how long it took before Xiang Wanqing let out a long breath.

This breath was lightly golden, forming a golden spray in front of her.

Xiang Wanqing was startled, raised her hand, and saw the golden blood vessels on her arm looming, densely covered like a spider web.

Just when she felt frightened, Li Muchen's voice sounded in her ears, like a spell coming from the depths of the distant stars.

A strange force crashed into her body.

Her body almost went into convulsions. She trembled, clenched her fists, tensed every muscle in her body, and swallowed hard.

Golden gas spurted out from her seven orifices.

She felt like she was floating up, and her body seemed to disappear, leaving only relaxation, joy, beauty, and even a hint of indescribable pleasure.

When Xiang Wanqing opened her eyes again, she found that she was no longer on the troll's body, but lying on the ground.

"Mu Chen..." She sat up and looked at the man in front of her, "I feel like it's been a long time!"

"It has indeed been a long time." Li Muchen said, "If we count the normal cultivation years, it would have been at least ten years. But I'm afraid the time here is different."

"What do you mean?" Xiang Wanqing asked blankly.

"Senior sister, think about it, the second senior brother swam across the weak water to Shen Guanghai twenty years ago, and the weak water cannot be returned, so this golden-blooded troll should have been killed by the second senior brother twenty years ago, but you also saw it just now, The blood on this demon’s body is still flowing, and the demonic energy in the blood has not dissipated.”

"Ah?!" Xiang Wanqing was startled, "So, ten years have passed since we were just here in this world?"

"Well, it's just a possibility." Li Muchen said.

"You...why aren't you nervous at all?" Xiang Wanqing asked curiously, "If ten years had passed in this world, wouldn't you be worried about your family?"

Li Muchen stood up, looked into the distance, and smiled faintly: "When fate is not in my hands, there is no use worrying. The only thing we can do is to take back the power to control fate."

"Take back the power of destiny..." Xiang Wanqing murmured, and then recalled what Li Muchen had just heard, his own understanding and the changes that had occurred, and something was ready to come out.

At this moment, the ground began to tremble.

The mountain transformed by the golden-blooded troll suddenly stood up.

Wei Wei's already tall mountain became taller.

A roaring sound, with soul-stirring power, came from the ground on the other side.

"Well...I heard your words...you revived my demonic heart..."

The one who made the sound was the head of the troll that fell on the ground.