He was also the leader of the Taoist sect that debated scriptures and martial arts in the palace eighty years ago!
He once witnessed with his own eyes that the ancestors of the Taoist sect shed blood on the palace, and the chief culprit among them was Ba Siba!
Unexpectedly, Lu Yuncheng turned out to be his disciple, and even more unexpectedly, he was still alive!
No wonder Lu Yuncheng is obsessed with revenge. The Quanzhen Sect and the ** Temple are fighting to the death. As a disciple of Li Zhichang, even if he dies, he will stab Pasiba with his sword!
It's just that the sword with the gathering of seven stars has already deviated from the Central Plains martial arts. It is completely different from the various sword techniques and martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect. It is more like the mysterious techniques of the Hidden Goblin. Li Zhichang also fought hard for revenge.
For no reason, the shadow of Zhang Sanfeng suddenly flashed across Mo Li's mind. If he loses this battle, then Wudang will most likely repeat the mistakes of the Quanzhen Sect in the past!
At that time, who will avenge them?
Thinking of the powerful martial arts cultivation that Ba Siba showed just now, and the powerful secret method in the spiritual world, Mo Li sighed in his heart. Although, although he had never seen Zhang Sanfeng actually take action, could Zhang Sanfeng win?
He had no confidence in his heart, and no one would have any confidence in their heart after seeing Pasiba's methods.
Just as everyone was recalling the shocking scene that looked like a battle between gods and demons, the Mongolian general suddenly showed a fierce look on his face and said sternly: "Come on, kill all these assassins!"
With a crash, all the soldiers raised their swords together, their armors clashed and jingled, and they rushed toward them with murderous aura!
When Mo Li saw this, his heart sank, but he showed no fear at all. Instead, he placed the Ziwu Sword with the broken blade in his left hand.
He was seriously injured, several meridians were broken, his true energy was blocked, and his lungs were severely damaged. This was him. If a master who had never practiced other martial arts came here, he would be hit by that majestic palm force.
, I'm afraid it will turn into a puddle of mud on the spot!
But he was not having a good time either. The tiger's mouth on his right hand was shattered and he could not swing the sword at all. Fortunately, he had practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu very well. This technique had a strong ability to withstand blows. He could barely do it with the strength of his body's energy and blood.
Take action, but don't fight for a long time.
Of course he could escape, but Mo Li couldn't leave because there was still Lu Yuncheng lying on the ground.
Although the two had known each other for a short time, Mo Li liked the scholar very much.
Although this scholar was not good at martial arts, he had a pure heart and a youthful spirit. In order to repay his master's great kindness, he risked his life and came thousands of miles to assassinate Ba Siba, which was even more valuable than Mo Li.
Although Mo Li came, he was afraid that something might happen to Zhang Sanfeng, but this disaster was caused by him going to Dadu to kill the father and son of the Prince of Ruyang, so it was right for him to come.
"Wait a minute..."
On the chariot and sedan chair, Pasiba's voice came again.
The Mongolian general was puzzled. He looked back at the chariot and sedan with a strange look on his face, but he did not dare to say anything.
Not to mention Pasiba's identity as the Great Yuan Emperor's master, he is a Tibetan Living Buddha. This belief is enough for him to win the respect of countless grassland men. This is a prestigious position, even more respected than the current Yuan Emperor.
of big shots.
"Song Qingshu, the old monk asked you, are you afraid of death?" Pa Siba said.
Mo Li didn't understand what he meant, but he still said calmly: "Afraid, not only afraid, but scared to death."
"Then have you ever thought that you would die here?"
"I thought about it, but I have to die!"
Mo Li smiled and said: "My master often says that when a real man is alive, he has things to do and things not to do. Killing the master is the right thing to do!"
"You are very good, as good as Li Zhichang's disciple. Master Zhang has accepted a good disciple. Although the old monk has never met the world-famous sword god Mo Li, from the old monk's perspective, in the future, you will achieve great things.
It won’t be lower than that Mo Li.” Pasiba praised.
This was true, and Mo Li smiled bitterly. Naturally, his achievements in this life would not be lower than Mo Li's, but he could not even imagine surpassing him.
"Go back and bring a message to Master Zhang for the old monk."
By the way, is this not killing yourself?
Mo Li raised his eyebrows, unsure of the living Buddha's thoughts, and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Tell him that the old monk has never owed anyone anything in his life. Let him not forget the promise made to Huashan Mountain and let's go."
When the voice fell, the monks responded. Without waiting for Mo Li's response, the monks immediately carried the chariot and sedan chair and walked towards the distance. Hutu Living Buddha looked at Mo Li with a half-smiling look and said nothing.
No one cares about Mo Li, and no one cares about Lu Yuncheng.
Even though the Mongolian cavalry had murderous intentions, even though the monks might not want to let him go, none of them dared to act without Basiba's order.
The team traveled farther and farther, and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight. Gradually, even the sound of Zen singing and the sound of horse hooves could no longer be heard.
No more accidents happened, and no one dared to come out to provoke any more. The corpses on the ground and the two seriously injured young people were the best examples.
The cold wind blew and rolled up the dead leaves on the street. Mo Li felt that today's winter night was extremely cold, so cold that it was biting.
Since his debut, he has won many battles and won many battles. Even under the siege of so many top masters from Ruyang Palace, they can't do anything to him.
But today, an old monk who was over 100 years old made him feel like he was looking up at a high mountain...
With a slight sigh, Mo Li stood up from where he stood with his sword in hand, and walked towards Lu Yuncheng with unsteady steps.
At this point, the matter is no longer under his control. Who will win in the debate can only be pinned on Zhang Sanfeng.
For the first time in his life, Mo Li felt helpless.
…
"Ancestor! Ancestor!"
When Lu Yuncheng woke up, he suddenly found that he was no longer on that long street.
At this moment, he was lying on a large soft bed, covered with a brocade quilt, which was warm and extremely comfortable.
The long street, the cold night, the cavalry, the monks, everything seemed like a dream, a real and somewhat excessive dream.
He tried hard to sit up from the bed, but when he moved, it was like a signal. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in rebellion, exuding a strange stinging pain. His head felt more like it had been chopped with a knife and split.
General raw pain.
"Ouch..."
With a feeble groan, Lu Yuncheng collapsed weakly on the bed and gave up the idea of struggling to get up.
"Brother Lu, are you awake?"
Lu Yuncheng heard Mo Li's somewhat joyful voice. He reluctantly turned his head and saw that there was a bed next to him, with a handsome Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on it, who was traveling with him.
Mo Li.
It's just that the Taoist leader looked very embarrassed at the moment, his entire right hand was wrapped in gauze, his face was as pale as snow, and his expression was very depressed, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was obviously very happy to see himself awake.
"Daozhang Song, I told you earlier that I have a special trick, do you realize it?" Lu Yuncheng said weakly.