Volume 6: Overseas Chapter 301: A Letter Left on the Island
The sword rose and fell, the moves rose and fell, the flying flowers were gone, the floating leaves were gone, the white-clothed swordsman's eyelids trembled slightly, his eyes drooped, but he saw that the peach branch in his hand was scattered by the wind, drifting away like a wisp of sand.
Li Muchan held the green bamboo in his hand and praised it softly, "It is indeed very good."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slight "crackling" sound was heard on the green bamboo, and a crack appeared.
The winner is clear.
Li Muchan asked directly: "Have you met Shen Lang?"
The swordsman in white was still looking at his right hand holding the sword. His expression was struggling at first, then became calm, and finally indifferent.
He clenched his right hand, gripping the half-broken peach branch, and said in a hoarse voice, "More than a year ago, a mysterious expert sneaked into the treasure ship and took away several bottles of medicine brewed by the pharmacist. Perhaps he is the person you are looking for."
"Second question," Li Muchan asked with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Where is Zhu Da?"
"I don't know." The white-robed swordsman answered very straightforwardly, but then added, "He has always been secretive and often disappears without a trace. Even if I told you, there's no guarantee that he's real."
After these two questions, Li Muchan said nothing more and put down the green bamboo in his hand.
The white-robed swordsman raised his eyes and said, "Isn't there a third question?"
Li Muchan's eyes were clear, as if he could see through all the world's affairs. He said softly, "You haven't even met Zhu Da, so it's better not to ask the third question."
Having said this, the swordsman in white seemed to be thinking about something, so he turned his head to look at the magic sword beside him, and reached out to gently stroke the scabbard, as if he was going to kill himself with the sword.
Li Muchan picked up his two swords and said slowly, "Your swordsmanship has not yet reached its peak, and there is still room for improvement. Moreover, you have been able to comprehend such extraordinary swordsmanship at such a young age. If you don't die, you may be able to comprehend the principles of heaven and glimpse the supreme swordsmanship in the future."
The white-robed swordsman's eyes flickered, but he said nothing.
Li Muchan smiled faintly, "Don't overthink it. I'm not a soft-hearted person. Every master in the world is gone. I'm almost done with all the top masters in the Central Plains. Besides, no matter who wins or loses in this battle, one of the top masters will surely fall. I'll let you achieve great success in the sword art, and then come to the Central Plains to fight me."
The swordsman in white tightened his right hand gripping the sword and was about to speak, but his brows furrowed and his eyes turned sharply, looking straight at a low mountain not far away.
There were huge waves crashing down the mountain, and quite a few people were standing on the mountain.
The leader was a burly man, carrying an exaggeratedly huge long sword on his back. The blade was curved like a crescent moon. He stood with his arms folded, looking at me with a sneer.
"Haha, winning or losing is a matter of life and death. Losing means death," said the man, a muscular man covered in tattoos, his black hair rising like a lion's mane in the wind. His voice was like thunder. "I'm afraid even if you practiced diligently for another ten or twenty years, you wouldn't stand a chance of defeating this man's skills... Hehe, in my opinion, he might as well commit suicide now."
The visitor had a playful look on his face and his eyes were wide open, with many Persian masters standing behind him.
"Oh, I know where Zhu Da went," the big man suddenly looked at Li Muchan and chuckled, "I heard you're a great hero. Why do you bring women with you when you're doing big things? How could I let Zhu Da go? I guess he's already met her."
Li Muchan looked at the other person, his expression unchanged. Instead, he said uncertainly, "You are... someone belonging to Asura Venerable."
He paused for a moment, but his eyes were very determined.
The big man's smile froze for a moment, then he narrowed his eyes and laughed strangely, "Why don't I quite understand what you're saying?"
"Heh," Li Muchan said softly, standing with his arms folded. "Zhu must be wary even of his own people, as if he'd already sensed something. Yet, you all are still naively thinking everything is flawless. You're truly foolish. After all, he's a cunning old fox. You should at least be wary."
The big man's expression changed immediately, becoming somewhat uncertain.
Li Muchan then sighed, "If I were you, I would just hurry up and leave here. We might be surrounded by enemies now, and we'd all be dead."
The big man stared at Li Muchan, grinning fiercely. After staring at each other for a moment, he suddenly turned around and walked away, "Get out first."
It comes quickly and goes away quickly.
The white-robed swordsman fell silent. He had thought that a fierce battle was inevitable, but he didn't expect that these people would be persuaded to retreat by Li Muchan with just a few words.
Li Muchan saw that these people actually retreated so decisively and couldn't help but smile, "Idiots."
The white-robed swordsman came to his senses and asked, " Are you trying to trick them?"
Li Muchan laughed and said, "Not entirely, but I didn't expect these people to be so easily frightened that they actually retreated."
He said it without hesitation, took a few steps, and walked straight towards the huge bottomless crack.
"You, please do as you please."
Leaving a word behind, Li Muchan jumped.
The swordsman in white hesitated for a long time, then turned around and followed.
In the swirling sea of fog, Li Muchan was seen with his clothes rolled up and mist swirling around his body. He clung to one side of a cliff, sucking the rocks with his internal energy and slowly sinking, his eyes quickly looking around.
The swordsman in white followed closely behind, but he didn't say a word and kept following.
Li Muchan was a little surprised, "Why are you following me?"
The white-robed swordsman said coldly, "I have never owed anyone anything in my life, but now I owe you my life, so I must pay it back."
Li Muchan sighed helplessly, "So what are you going to do?"
The white-robed swordsman said, "Follow you."
Li Muchan raised an eyebrow and said, "But I don't need you."
The white-robed swordsman still spoke in that cold tone, "Then I will wait until you need me. At least until we return to the Central Plains, I will follow you."
Li Muchan sighed, "How old are you? Why are you so stubborn like a child?"
The white-robed swordsman was silent for a moment before he said, "Nineteen years old."
Hearing the age, Li Muchan couldn't help but look at the other person's face again, and then murmured, "Nineteen years old? How come he looks older than that guy Jin Laoqi?"
A nineteen-year-old swordsman prodigy would be enough to shock the Central Plains martial arts world.
The swordsman in white's tone darkened as he said, "At the age of nineteen, he had already established a family in Fusang, married and had children."
Seeing this, Li Muchan said no more, "As you wish."
The white-robed swordsman couldn't help but ask, "Do you think the person you're looking for is down there?"
"I don't know," Li Muchan paused on a raised rock, peered down briefly, and muttered to himself, "I just came down out of curiosity to find out what's going on. Also, I just observed that this island is riddled with traps and traps. There's no sign of living people at all. And with those sharks protecting the island, it's incredibly dangerous."
The white-robed swordsman said, "If that's the case, then it's even more impossible for anyone to be here."
Li Muchan smiled softly, "That's not right. Sometimes the most dangerous places are often the safest. Besides, I'm quite curious about this place, so why not take a look?"
After all, looking at the entire sea area, with Zhu Da's power that dominates the seven seas, although the broken islands in the foggy sea seem dangerous, they are safer than those deserted islands outside.
It seems that Zhu Da and the others have never given up looking for Shen Lang and others over the years, and they have been closing inwards with a blockade and encirclement. This means that Shen Lang and others are very likely hiding in this sea of fog.
Moreover, Zhu Da mobilized all his forces this time, seemingly targeting them, but in fact he also wanted to take the opportunity to force Shen Lang and others out.
In addition, the Flying Swordsman couldn't wait to leave Ye Kai here and left early, which meant that he must have more important things to do.
"I wonder if this is connected to the sea."
But Li Muchan muttered to himself in a low voice, stretched out his body again, and flew straight down. The whole person flew in the air and fell down along the mountain wall .
The strong wind blew back, the fog surged up, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, fell straight down for sixty or seventy feet before finally stopping again.
It's not that they reached the bottom, but that they saw a few words.
"This...is this...a word?"
Li Muchan's body shook violently, and the divine light in his eyes suddenly surged. He stared straight at the stone wall in front of him, looking at the crisscrossing marks on the stone wall.
That's a sword mark.
Several sword marks twisted and turned, like silver hooks and iron paintings, and merged into a few words that even wind and rain could not erase -
[Shen Lang brought his wife and friends here for a visit]
