Outside the woods, Mr. Jin has already arrived with several masters, and is preparing to enter the forest to capture the Black Demon Bee in order to avenge his beloved daughter.
Suddenly, they stopped there and looked towards the forest at the same time. They saw a girl wearing a pink palace dress walking out quickly, followed by two young men.
A thin scholar, a novice Taoist, too young. Although they both have swords hanging from their waists, they don't look like masters.
They were the only ones who saved Miss Jin?!
While everyone was looking at each other, Miss Jin had already slipped into Mr. Jin's arms and said with a tearful voice: "Dad..."
"Su'er..."
Mr. Jin was so excited that he burst into tears. He patted his beloved daughter's shoulder and asked with concern: "Su'er, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I'm okay..."
Miss Jin stood up from her father's arms, looked at Mo Li and Lu Yuncheng, and said, "Thanks to these two young heroes who arrived in time and killed the Black Demon Bee, the Black Demon Bee never succeeded."
Did they really save Miss Jin?!
And killed the Black Demon Bee?!
How long have you been inside?!
Everyone looked at the two young and outrageous faces and couldn't believe it for a moment. Heishafeng was a right-wing demon who roamed the north, and even the masters of the Kongtong Sect couldn't do anything about it!
"The body of the Black Demon Bee is in the hut in the forest." Li Li said.
"This is a dog thief, let's pull out his body, chop it into pieces and feed it to the dogs!" Mr. Jin ordered bitterly.
At that moment, some people were running towards the forest. The lewd thief was dead, so they naturally had nothing to fear.
"You two young heroes, you still don't know how to call them?" Mr. Jin asked.
Miss Jin wiped her tears and said, "This is Mr. Lu Yuncheng, and this is Mr. Song Qingshu, Wudang Song. He is the legitimate son of Mr. Song."
oh!
Everyone was shocked, no wonder, no wonder that at such a young age, he could deal with such big lewd thieves as Hei Shafeng. It turned out that he was a direct descendant of a great sect, or the Wudang sect that suppressed even Shaolin's limelight!
"The two young heroes saved my little girl, I am very grateful."
Mr. Jin bowed his hands and said: "I would also like to invite you two to get together in the mansion, so that I can hold a banquet to thank you."
"Brother Lu, go ahead. Your body is weak and you will need to be nursed for two days."
Li Qiye smiled and said: "As for me, I still have important things to attend to, so I can't stay for a long time."
"No, I have important things to attend to, so I can't delay them, but I have to thank Mr. Jin for his kindness." Lu Yuncheng cupped his hands and said.
"this……"
Mr. Jin did not expect that neither of them would be willing to go. He still wanted to form a good relationship with them, especially Song Qingshu, who was young and the son of the head of Wudang. If...
He looked at his daughter, stepped forward and took off a jade pendant from her waist, and broke it off with his hands, saying: "I can't repay the kindness of saving my life. I hope you two can keep this jade pendant.
In the future, if there is any need for help from an old man, I will send someone to hold this as a token."
"In this case, I would like to thank Mr. Jin."
Li Qiye smiled and did not refute his kindness. He took one and Lu Yuncheng also took one. The two of them bowed their hands to everyone and then left.
It's late at night, the dew is heavy, and the wind is biting.
The figures of the two people quickly disappeared on the official road, leaving only a group of people in the world behind them who were amazed. One person said: "When you see an uneven road, you draw your sword to help, and then walk away without asking for anything in return. You are really a role model for our generation."
"These two young men really have heroic demeanor."
"I think this Song Shaoxia has the style of his father. He can be called a gentleman's sword."
"Young Master Lu looks more like a gentleman, and this name is more symbolic for him."
…
The quarrels of the group of heroes came to Mo Li's ears along the night wind. Mo Li, who was on his way indifferently, couldn't help rubbing his teeth. Okay, with a title like Jun Zijian, what's there to argue about?
No, no, we don’t argue, the title we carry is Senior Brother Song, so it’s okay for him to have this nickname.
Thinking of wearing Song Qingshu's vest now, Mo Li felt relieved.
Seeing the change in Mo Li's expression, Lu Yuncheng couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with Taoist Master Song? What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, it's okay, I just suddenly remembered something on Wudang Mountain." Li Li said perfunctorily.
"Wudang Mountain..."
Lu Yuncheng showed a look of envy on his face and said, "Mo Li, the Sword God of your noble sect, is already known as the best swordsman in the world at a young age. I wonder if Daoist Song is familiar with him?"
"You have asked the right person. He is my father's disciple. We are not only familiar with each other, we are almost like the same person, inseparable." Li Li replied seriously.
"Then how did he develop this swordsmanship that is so shocking that ghosts and gods are weeping?"
Lu Yuncheng was very curious and asked: "It is said that his swordsmanship is like that of an immortal god descending to earth. Even all the great demons of the Ming Cult cannot defeat him with a single sword. You are his senior brother, you should know something about it, right?"
How did you do it?
Li Qiye was stunned for a moment, recalled it carefully, then made some gestures and said seriously: "Just practice day by day, and he's done it."
"Don't be ridiculous, I practice swordsmanship day by day, and I haven't become a swordsman yet. I have barely beaten a prostitute..." Lu Yuncheng looked like you were teasing me.
"I'm telling the truth." Li Li said seriously again.
It is true that he practices day by day, but his talent is a little higher than others, his sword skills are a little better than others, and his teacher is a little better than others. If he keeps practicing, won't he become a swordsman?
"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you."
Lu Yuncheng said with a look of disbelief: "However, it stands to reason that you Wudang Sect should be preparing to debate the scriptures and Taoism with the Tibetan living Buddha Pasiba. Why are you here in Yangquan?"
"I have something to do and need to go to Dadu."
"You're going to Dadu? What a coincidence, I'm going too!" Lu Yuncheng said excitedly. It's a long road, and it's better to have a companion than not.
"What are you going to do in Dadu?" he asked again.
Li Qiye looked at him with a playful look on his face and said, "I said I was going to assassinate Basiba. Do you believe it?"
"Are you going to assassinate Pasiba?!"
Lu Yuncheng clapped his thigh excitedly and said: "What a coincidence, I also went to assassinate Ba Siba. Unexpectedly, we are doing the same thing!"
Li Li was stunned. He wanted to assassinate Ba Siba no matter what? Are you serious?
He recalled the swordsmanship that the scholar had just shown in fighting the Black Demon Bee. Although he practiced superior swordsmanship, it was obviously not very good. His internal strength had just opened up the twelve main meridians, and he had not yet had time to open up the eight extraordinary meridians.
In the world of martial arts, a guy who dominates the third-rate world and has to run away when he encounters a second-rate master should also assassinate Pa Siba?
"Are you sure you want to assassinate Basiba, are you kidding me?" Li Li confirmed.
Lu Yuncheng nodded seriously and said sternly: "The reason why I am walking around the world this time is to follow my master's orders and come to assassinate Pa Siba so that I can avenge my master's sect."
Speaking of this, his voice became softer and he said mysteriously: "I have a secret trick!"