"You're still smiling, you still have the nerve to smile?!"
Song Yuanqiao scolded his face: "Why didn't you go back to the mountain and tell me after you knew what happened to your sixth uncle?! Do you know how many martial arts masters are hidden in the capital?! How dare you assassinate King Ruyang by yourself?!"
"I've told you to be cautious, but have you done even half of it?!"
"The Yang Xiao incident has just ended, and another assassin came to kill King Ruyang. You are amazing. Your martial arts skills are very good. If you practice for a few more days, will you kill Emperor Yuan?!"
"Do you know how worried Master, the old man, and us are about you?!"
Li Qiye was asked a series of questions, but he didn't answer any of them. Instead, he asked with a smile: "Master, this disciple is also avenging Uncle Liu. Please tell me, how is Uncle Liu's injury?"
Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Yu Daiyan shook his head and smiled, saying: "This is all thanks to the black jade intermittent ointment you brought back. Your sixth uncle, like me, had his limbs broken with the power of Shaolin Vajra finger and was sent back to the mountain gate. It must be...
The people from the Huo Gong Tutuo lineage wanted to put the blame on the Shaolin Temple and cause a conflict between our two families."
"It's the Prince Ruyang's Mansion!" Li Moli said with certainty.
It must be Cheng Kun who was behind the plan. They wanted to use the Ziwu Sword to disrupt their Taoist minds so that they could be killed with one blow. At the same time, they would stir up disputes among the Wudang Shaolin Mingjiao and completely turmoil the world. It must be said that it was a good plan!
It's a pity that they didn't know at that time that they had obtained the black jade intermittent ointment in advance, and everyone in Wudang already knew about the Vajra Sect, and at the same time they underestimated their own martial arts.
"Returning to Ruyang Prince's Mansion, his whole family was killed by you on the spot and has now been burned to ashes. Sword God Mo Li is so majestic and evil. Our Wudang Temple is small, but we cannot accommodate a giant Buddha like you!" Song Yuanqiao was angry.
Rushing way.
"Indeed, this is because you were impulsive, Li'er!"
Yu Daiyan said: "The news of your successful assassination came to the mountain, which scared us a lot. Your master was afraid that you would be surrounded and suppressed by the Yuan Ting army, so he took your second uncle, fourth uncle, fifth uncle, and sixth uncle northward overnight.
I want to take you back. You should discuss this matter with us in advance."
All the masters have gone down the mountain!
Hearing this, Mo Li felt warm in his heart at first, and then felt guilty. His master, who was over a hundred years old, went down the mountain to assassinate King Ruyang because of his own safety. He was indeed impulsive.
He kowtowed to Song Yuanqiao and said, "This disciple knows that he was wrong. I hope Master will forgive me. I will not dare to do it again next time."
"Do you still want a next time? Just stay on the mountain and don't go down the mountain without an order from me and your master. Otherwise, my master will have to expel you from the school!" Song Yuanqiao said angrily.
Mo Li knew that this was Song Yuanqiao's concern for him. Yuan Ting was still searching for him all over the world as if he were crazy. He smiled and said: "Master, whatever you say, it's okay to let the disciple stay in the mountain for the rest of his life, but the top priority is still
If we want to find our master and his old man back to the mountain, Yuan Ting can’t find the whereabouts of his disciples. Then they might send a large army to besiege Wudang Mountain, so we have to make preparations in advance.”
"Do you need to remind me? I received the news that you are back, and I have already sent Qingshu down the mountain to find your master!"
Song Yuanqiao glanced at Mo Li angrily and said, "Now you know you are worried about Wudang. When you killed King Ruyang, why didn't you expect that they would send a large army to attack the mountain?"
Mo Li was speechless for a moment. Wasn't he too impulsive at that time? He was blinded by hatred.
"Disciple realizes his mistake." Mo Li admitted his mistake honestly.
Yu Daiyan looked at Song Yuanqiao and thought it was very funny. He was obviously very concerned, but he looked angry. This senior brother was also like this to these junior brothers back then.
He said: "Okay, senior brother, don't blame Li'er. You were impulsive at first, and you're not much better than Li'er. As for the army surrounding the mountain..."
Yu Daiyan smiled at Mo Li and said: "Without the marshal of the army, King Ruyang, the Yuan Dynasty is fighting for power and profit. It is too late to deal with the rebels. How can we send a large army to encircle and suppress our Wudang? Besides, it is here, and there are only two or three of us in Wudang Mountain.
Hundreds of people, break them into pieces and hide in the nearby mountains. Even if they send a hundred thousand troops, it won't work. You don't have to worry."
The Seventy-Two Peaks of Wudang are full of mountains, and across the river are the Qinling Mountains and the Funiu Mountains to the east. The terrain is complex. The disciples in the sect competed with each other and drilled into the mountains. The Yuan Ting army could not find them at all. Moreover, this is the south of the Yangtze River.
The land is a weak area under Yuan Ting's rule. If Yuan Ting wants to gather a large army, it must first deal with many rebels on the road. Perhaps those elite soldiers and generals when Yuan Ting founded the country can do it, but now, Yuan Ting's soldiers and horses
There is no such fighting power at all, otherwise the rebel armies in the world would not be so rampant!
On his way back to the mountain, Mo Li had been thinking about escaping pursuit and how to tell his disciples about Yin Liting. He did not think about the situation in Wudang. When he heard what Yu Daiyan said, he felt relieved.
"You must be tired after all the fighting these days. Go back and rest quickly. Don't cause trouble these days and make your master angry." Yu Daiyan advised.
Mo Li nodded, bowed his hands to Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan, and said, "Farewell, disciple."
Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly and turned away without saying a word. Yu Daiyan smiled at him and waved his hand, indicating that he should go first.
Mo Li bowed his hands again and walked out of Zixiao Palace.
Outside the Zixiao Palace, the ground was still white and the wind was biting.
However, Mo Li could no longer feel the slightest bit of coldness, and the energy and blood in his body were like an oven, exuding warmth.
The disciples are still practicing swordsmanship.
However, seeing him come out, his sword power was obviously messy, but most of his energy was spent peeking at the most outstanding disciple of the Wudang Sect.
Mo Li nodded at them, smiled, and said: "You fellow apprentices are practicing hard. I only hope that I will have the opportunity to compete with you in swordsmanship in the future."
After he said that, he strode away into the distance. The disciples looked at the retreating figure of the green-shirted young man and felt that it was a little different from when they saw him before. However, they could not tell clearly what the difference was.
The mountain wind howls and the sea of clouds rolls.
The young man's steps became more brisk, and the sadness and loneliness all over his body were blown away by the cold wind. The heroic spirit between his brows became more and more vigorous, and a warm smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth.
The mountain is still the same mountain, the people are still the same people, and the boy is still the same boy.
so good……
Li Qiye looked at the familiar scenery on the mountain and felt relaxed.