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"Rong'er, let's go down the mountain too. You have to believe in Mo'er's strength. Besides, that person just now..."

On the north peak of Huashan Mountain, other martial arts people who came to watch the excitement gradually left one by one, and they kept commenting on the fights they saw today.

The names of "Eastern Evil", "Western Poison", "Southern Monk", "Northern Beggar" and "Chinese Naughty Boy" will gradually spread throughout the world as these people leave.

Due to Qiu Chuji's "talkativeness", Jinlun Dharma King, Guo Jing, Mu Taoist and Huang Rong were also praised by good people and given the title of "Four Sages".

Seeing that Huang Rong was unwilling to leave for a long time, "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi had no choice but to step forward and persuade her.

They had the intention to follow, but due to the previous message from Xifeng, since that person had clearly stated that he would not allow anyone to go, out of respect for so many years, Huang Yaoshi and others could not really force their way in.

What's more, the Quanzhen sect, including the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, was actually kneeling on the ground at this time.

Some of them were puzzled, some were excited, or some were recalling and yearning for the past, but their piety could not be changed, even though Mu Taoist and Li Zhichang had never met that person at all.

"Amitabha, the Emperor of Song Dynasty was a great leader in the court, but he was also an innate master in the world. The path he followed is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like us."

"Today's 'Five Absolutes'? Haha, that's all. Brother Yao, Brother Seven, and Old Monk have also left -"

"Haha, Emperor Song is indeed very discerning, but you made a mistake in saying that a story is a story, but it may not really be just a legend——"

Seeing Yang Guo and Guo Xiang leaving, the monk also jumped down from the "axe split stone".

He stared at Guo Mo with his two eyes. Where was the drunkenness and confusion from the past in his eyes?

The Taoist on the other side didn't say anything. He silently untied his wine gourd and took a long sip before carefully placing it far away.

The military camp at the foot of Huashan Mountain had been evacuated, and Guo Mo knew that Huang Rong and the others had returned.

The two of them have known each other for almost a century. Although the Taoist is a few years older, in terms of skill, he is still better than the sloppy monk. It's just that he plays with the world and shows less skill.

Just when a young Taoist priest came out to close the gate, he saw Guo Mo and the others, so he stopped and asked.

At this time, Guo Mo was caught in the middle. By coincidence, he was facing the "axe-chopped stone".

It's easy to tell about my past, after all, this person's family has the current leader of the Tomb Sect, but how do you explain these two swords?

…

It's just that there were hundreds of years apart, and he couldn't be sure whether the two were the same Huashan Mountain and the same West Peak?

At least, now that Guo Mo has climbed to the west peak, seeing this "axe-chopped stone" again makes him feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

At this time, the shout of the sloppy monk came from Huashan Mountain.

The third monk brother drank a glass of wine for no reason, but stared at the elder brother opposite.

But I never thought that in the hands of this Taoist, this palm technique would completely change its appearance, or reach a whole new realm.

Suddenly, the sloppy monk shouted low at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

Guo Mo and the other three came on foot and followed the little Taoist priest into the "Biluo Palace" and were led to a quiet room on the right.

Could it be that he used his sword skills with both hands?

Seven days have passed, and Guo Mo's injuries have long since healed. In his heart, he has already made a plan, but he has not yet decided how long it will take to complete it.

"Unfortunately, the master of the temple wandered away. The little woman waited for more than half a month before she saw the child in pain. She couldn't help but feel sad and cried out, which disturbed everyone."

"Well, what they have been curious about and pursued all their lives may have become commonplace in the eyes of the elder brother."

Guo Xiang exclaimed, got the oiled paper bag, and said hello to these two people. Knowing that her father had something to discuss with them, she jumped down from the "axe splitting stone" knowingly.

None of them tried to stop Yang Guo and Guo Xiang. They seemed to solemnly call them to Xifeng just to give them a roast chicken and two swords?

"Guo doesn't understand what senior means, the West Peak of Huashan Mountain? Are you talking about that legendary story, or the 'axe splitting stone' in front of you?"

"That's pretty much it. Wow, it's actually really hot?——"

Seeing that the woman did not refuse, Guo Mo took the child over. Yang Guo quickly turned on the oil lamp and brought it to the master.

"Okay, let's go back to Beijing, Nantian, and take 'Jin Yi' back with us, there's no need to leave anyone behind -"

While attacking and killing bandits at the foot of Mount Tai, they encountered several tricky ideas. Jinchang was seriously injured and was chased and fled deep into Mount Tai.

Xia Ruoxue was so seriously injured that year that even until her death she did not reveal who Jin Yufeng's biological father was.

However, what Guo Mo was looking at was the "axe splitting the stone" itself, while what the monk was looking at was the sky above the "axe splitting the stone".

It's a pity that it's as powerful as "Rising Sun and Setting Sun Palm", and it still doesn't work after 180 rounds.

"Are you...are you daddy?——"

"Amitabha, seniors are seniors after all, it is not their chance. Even if they meet, they can let it go as if it is nothing. It seems that the poor monk has to drink old wine for a few more years in the world of mortals."

"Brother, do you want to go up?"

Guo Mo shouted loudly, but the two of them remained indifferent.

He is no longer a young boy who just entered the world, he is already a person who can talk to these legendary figures and be friends with his peers.

Guo Xiang noticed something strange about her father, pushed him from the side and asked softly.

…

Guo Mo quickly held his breath, closed his eyes slightly, and focused all his consciousness on the foot of the mountain where the sloppy monk was facing.

It's a pity that one of the two opponents is between his peers, and the other is even above him. How can Guo Mo cope with the two of them joining forces?

"Do you want me to die?——"

Forty years later, I am only sixty years old. Is it still impossible for me to deal with that little monk?

Looking at Yang Guo's expression, Guo Mo also understood what he was thinking. It was just forty years later. Who can say clearly now.

"Xian'er, you go to your room and sleep. I'll meditate outside with you."

"Worthy couples are wise people. Since the name of the new 'Five Jue' was decided by the current queen, then we and the three of us might as well ask Emperor Song to speak out the nicknames——"

Several of Guo Mo's older apprentices, including Guo Mo himself and his three wives, all have their own special swords.

Sure enough, that Taoist really hit the snake with a stick.

The three of them had eaten at a restaurant twenty miles away in the afternoon. They didn't feel hungry at this time, so they simply took a rest.

"No, if you can come and see your third brother, it's time for your eldest brother to go back -"

At this time, the Taoist's palm technique also changed. It was replaced by a set of palm techniques that Guo Mo had never seen before. It seemed to have traces of sword skills.

After Guo Mo used the first two moves three times, the monks looked at each other and they understood that this was the strongest Guo Mo.

In a camp with more than 200 "Jinyi" people, there is no big problem if dozens more people move in.

However, the internal energy from one monk and another continued to come in, one hot, the other cold. Guo Mo hurriedly used his internal energy, trying to expel the internal energy they had input.

"I'm going to visit Huashan. I don't want to miss Sutou. Can I stay in Guiguan for one night? I can give you some extra money before I leave tomorrow."

"It's rare for us to come here for a while. Master, where are you going in such a hurry?"

However, the other party happened to be two people.

It seems that this huge boulder was really split open by humans?

This idea suddenly flashed into Guo Mo's mind. Once he had this idea, he couldn't get rid of it.

When Guo Mo examined the child just now, he discovered something strange. It was this matter that made him feel that no matter how difficult it was, he must cure the child's eye disease.

In one night, hundreds of people in Xiajiazhuang were all killed, and no one was spared.

First, he healed his injuries, and then practiced hard with the unknown secret book he obtained in the cave of Mount Tai.

"Xiang'er, Guo'er, why don't you go over and say thank you to your senior?"

The autumn wind passed by, blowing away the clouds next to the bright moon, or did the bright moon emerge from the clouds on its own, but it was the autumn wind that had to take credit for this contribution?

Hearing the young apprentice calling "Daddy" to the person opposite, Huang Yaoshi suddenly realized that this was the old shopkeeper of "Longmen Inn", "Wuyingke" Jinchang.

"Hey, that won't work. Third brother, I came all the way from the imperial palace in the capital to get these two ten-pound jars of wine. This level of 'Hero Drunk' is very rare."

Guo Xiang only froze for two breaths before flying into the "axe splitting stone".

Finally, heading east to the sea, Jinchang hid on a sea ship.

Now that he asked this question himself, Guo Mo understood that this old man's heart was still very angry!

These have nothing to do with Huang Rong and others, or this "Huashan Sword Discussion".

In his opinion, this should be the work of some evil gang, or a bandit somewhere. In this way, Jinchang almost wiped out the land of Qilu in five years.

The monk's third brother drank the last glass of wine, and the words came out of his mouth, but there was no hint of expectation.

In fact, when this person first appeared, Jin Yufeng felt that he was somewhat familiar. Unfortunately, such a high-pitched voice, an unfamiliar face, and a body of first-class martial arts.

The things in the legend are not believable. Maybe they are true, or maybe they are just a miserable story passed down from generation to generation.

Guo Mo was a little puzzled, and then turned pale with shock.

Forty years later, if "Pasiba" really comes to the Central Plains, who will be responsible for dealing with it?

After asking around, Jinchang found out that a group of unidentified people came to the Xia family one night more than ten years ago.

"Master, are you saying he is a martial arts wizard?"

Different from ordinary swords, this sword has neither a pointed end nor an edge. It has a rounded head and a blunt edge. It looks a bit like a thin wooden whip, but it is very cold and extremely sharp.

Huashan, Xifeng.

A strong suction force, is this going to take me away?

"Two seniors, you are monks. Unfortunately, I, Guo Mo, am still in mortal life. I would like to thank you two seniors for telling Guo such a huge secret. Guo will take his leave now——"
To be continued...