Mo Li, who was walking on the mountain road, suddenly felt a chill on his back and sneezed loudly.
"Did Taoist Master Mo catch a cold?" Lu Yuncheng asked.
Li Li rubbed his nose with a strange look on his face. With his martial arts skills, how could he catch a cold?
"I don't know who is orchestrating me behind the scenes..." Li Li murmured.
"Mo Shaoxia's reputation has spread all over the world. Now that the debate is about to begin, it is normal for people in the world to talk about Shaoxia." Qing Lingzi said with slight flattery.
Yue Gang also wanted to receive the experts from various sects at the foot of the mountain. It was inconvenient to return to Huashan, so Qing Lingzi took Mo Li to look for Wu and everyone.
This Taoist priest is Xian Yutong's younger brother. His swordsmanship and internal strength are quite good, and he is very famous in the Guanzhong area.
At this moment, his face was slightly pale, but he had just finished a set of poisoning and detoxification exercises. Even though he was a highly skilled martial artist, he could not help but lose his vitality.
The three of them talked while walking, and Qing Lingzi enthusiastically introduced many scenery and allusions to Huashan Mountain to Mo Li. Although it was late at night, the moon was thin and stars were scarce, so climbing mountains to enjoy the scenery under the moonlight was even more interesting.
When he arrived at the Huashan Sect, there were already people there to greet him in advance, but Xian Yutong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, was not among them.
The one who came was Cai Zhuofeng, another Supreme Elder of the Huashan Sect.
"Mo Shaoxia, I haven't seen you for two years. The young man's demeanor is even better than before, which is gratifying." Cai Zhuofeng said with a smile.
This man looked to be about the same age as the short elder, but he was much taller and thinner. His hair and beard were white, but there were very few wrinkles on his face. His eyes had a faint sparkle. When he spoke, he was full of energy, which showed that he had cultivated his inner strength.
Not shallow.
"Elder Cai is the one who has grown stronger and stronger. He looks no different from two years ago. This junior is being polite!"
Mo Li cupped his hand and said, "This is Lu Yuncheng, Shaoxia Lu, a friend of this junior."
"It turns out to be Mr. Lu, a man of great talent and polite."
After the elder Cai and Lu Yuncheng saw each other, they smiled and said, "My head is ill and didn't come out to greet Mr. Mo today. I hope Mr. Mo won't be surprised."
When Li Moli heard this, he couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't know whether Xian Yutong was in good health or not, but after seeing him, he must be mentally ill. After all, he was the first stepping stone to his fame. He was cut off with a sword in Zhenwu Square.
The bun is still widely circulated in the world.
"Now Huashan has gathered all the masters from the world, and everything is complicated. Mo is already deeply honored to be able to meet the two elders, so why should he be surprised?" Mo Li said with a smile.
"I have known for a long time that Shaoxia Mo is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also has extraordinary courage."
Elder Cai praised Mo Li again and said, "Let's go, I will take a few of them to the headquarters of the noble sect. Master Zhang and Head Song must be very happy to see the young knight arriving."
"That's it, thank you!"
Mo Li thanked him, and everyone immediately went to where the Wudang Sect was.
Although it was late at night on the mountain road, everyone was a master of martial arts, with sharp facial features, steady steps, and good internal strength, and they could even see in the dark. In a short time, they arrived in front of a continuous courtyard.
"This is where the noble sect is located. Head Song and Zhenren Zhang are in the innermost courtyard. I won't go in and disturb you, Shaoxia Mo." Cai Zhuofeng stepped in front of the courtyard and said.
"Thank you, senior, for guiding me."
Mo Li handed over his hand again, Cai Zhuofeng and the people from Huashan immediately said goodbye and left. Mo Li and Lu Yuncheng then walked inside.
This courtyard occupies a huge area. There are about dozens of small courtyards, each of which is scattered beside the spring in the forest. The buildings are extremely exquisite and elegant.
Huashan School is really good at it.
Mo Li secretly praised in his heart and walked side by side with Lu Yuncheng. However, the courtyard was very large, with many forks and no road signs. So as the two of them walked, they suddenly discovered that, where is the innermost side?
?
be lost……
Mo Li and Lu Yuncheng looked at each other with a bit of embarrassment on their faces.
"Where should we go next?" Lu Yuncheng asked.
Li Li looked at the surrounding courtyards. There must be disciples of the Wudang Sect living here, but did he have to break in and tell the other party that I was lost and let him lead the way?
Don’t I want to lose face?…
Mo Li thought of this and gave the best solution he could come up with:
"How about throwing a coin?"
"I……"
Lu Yuncheng was speechless. How could he find a way like this?!
Just at this moment, a faint sound of yelling and cursing suddenly came from the front.
"Song, how can you be a coward?"
"Get out of here if you dare!"
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When Mo Li heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. He was scolding the master. Who is so bold?!
At this time, Lu Yuncheng also heard the noise and said strangely: "Master Mo, there are still people who dare to be rude to you Wudang? Aren't you the biggest sect in the world?"
"Isn't it strange? Shaolin Temple is often blocked by others. It is also the largest sect in the world."
Li Qiye smiled and said: "Come on, let's go have a look and ask for directions!"
At that moment, the two of them walked along the sound and passed through two courtyards. They saw a dozen young people standing scattered in the open space in front of a small courtyard, all holding weapons and shouting.
He was a young swordsman standing in front of the courtyard. He was dressed in black and had an angry face.
"Look, it's a disciple of the Wudang Sect!"
As soon as Mo Li walked over, everyone immediately looked over. He was wearing the Wudang Sect's standard Taoist robe, and his identity was immediately recognized.
Hearing the sensitive word of a disciple of the Wudang Sect, the black-clothed swordsman immediately looked over, with a smile on his face and said: "Finally someone from the Wudang Sect dares to come out, hurry up, go in and ask Song Qingshu to get out!"
It turned out that he was looking for Senior Brother Song.
Mo Li felt relieved, smiled, said nothing, and just walked straight towards the small courtyard.
Needless to say, this is Song Qingshu's residence.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
The black-clothed swordsman cursed and said: "Damn it, do you disciples of the Wudang Sect have this kind of virtue? You just dare to assassinate Pasiba. What's so great about it? You don't even dare to come out to fight, and you still brag about the jade-faced sword?
Are you afraid of our Kunlun swordsmanship?!"
After hearing this, Li Mo Li's smile became even stronger. It seemed that the incident in the North had spread to Mount Huashan.
Junior Brother Song, I am here to help you become famous!
He looked at the people present and found that they were all young disciples of various major sects. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. With Song Qingshu's martial arts, he shouldn't be afraid of these people.
The black-clothed swordsman was still cursing, and it was obvious that he was full of anger, and all his anger was directed at Mo Li.
Lu Yuncheng whispered: "You are quite well-mannered, so you just let them humiliate you?"
Li Qiye smiled and said, "I don't like to quarrel very much."
Lu Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile: "Then you are going to take action?"
"Yes, the person who knows me is indeed Brother Lu!"
Li Qiye smiled, flicked his finger, and a small piece of broken silver ingot shot out immediately, hitting the black-clothed swordsman's knee exactly.
With a thud, the black-clothed swordsman fell to the sky and his curses stopped.
Seeing this, all the disciples present burst into laughter, and the polite face of the black-clothed swordman turned red!
He turned over, got up from the ground, pulled out his sword with one hand, and said angrily: "You are looking for death!"
Li Qiye still ignored him and walked straight towards the yard.
At this time, he was close to everyone, and only then did everyone see their faces clearly.
A frail scholar and a dainty Taoist priest were both born with a rich, handsome, and extraordinary bearing.
Suddenly, among the female disciples in front, a girl with beautiful appearance and elegant temperament, wearing a light blue palace skirt, suddenly opened her mouth in shock and looked at the two of them blankly.
Naturally, Li Li saw this beautiful girl with a strange expression, and couldn't help but smile at her and said, "Nvxia Zhou, long time no see."
When the girl heard this, she hurriedly saluted and said, "I've met Senior Brother Mo."
Her expression was extremely respectful, and everyone present was slightly shocked. They knew that these women were all disciples of the Emei Sect, especially this girl named Zhou Zhiruo. Although she was young, she was not only extremely beautiful, but also
The direct disciple of the Emei headmaster, he doesn’t even speak politely to people on weekdays!
Wait, your last name is Mo?!
A bold guess arose in the minds of everyone present, and even the angry swordsman in black was stunned for a moment.
At this time, Mo Li walked to the courtyard door, knocked on the door, and said: "Brother, open the door quickly."
Soon, the door was opened from the inside, and an eleven or twelve year old boy poked his head out, it was Zhang Wuji!
When he saw Mo Li, he suddenly beamed with joy and said, "Senior Brother Mo, it's really you!"
The man hurriedly turned around and shouted: "Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Mo is really here!"
"You brat, I haven't seen you in a few months, and you've grown a little taller."
Mo Li ruffled Zhang Wuji's hair, and he and Lu Yuncheng entered the courtyard gate one after another.
Behind him, there was complete silence.
Sword...Sword God Mo Li?!
Everyone looked at the door in shock, and it turned out to be the Sword God Mo Li!
The swordsman in black who drew his sword couldn't help but turn pale when he thought of how he had just cursed. He took back his sword and hurriedly fled away.
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"Junior brother, you are finally here!"
When Song Qingshu saw Mo Li, his face suddenly became happy, and he said: "Master and father were worried that you would not be able to make it in time for March 15th, so they have often asked me in the past few days to wait."
Although the debate on Buddhism and Taoism is called a debate on scriptures, it is actually a debate on martial arts. According to the order of the year, I am afraid that debates on martial arts will still account for the majority!
Needless to say, Mo Li's military prowess was recognized as the best in the entire Wudang, except for Zhang Sanfeng. With such combat power, he could not be allowed to miss the March 15th battle!
"I've just arrived, senior brother, please take me to see the master quickly." Li Li said with a smile.
Song Qingshu nodded, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked: "Junior Brother Mo, you went to see Tibetan Living Buddha Pasiba. When you heard about my assassination of Pasiba, do you know who impersonated me?"
Ba Siba had been assassinated countless times since he left Beijing, and it was difficult for Song Qingshu to suspect Mo Li.
Lu Yuncheng looked at Li Li with a strange smile. Li Li felt a little guilty and said: "I came and went in a hurry on this trip and had important things to do, so I didn't inquire carefully. Senior brother, let's go to see our master as soon as possible.
I have something important to tell him."
"Okay, let's..."
Song Qingshu saw that Mo Li was anxious and didn't think much about it. But just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly stopped and said to Zhang Wuji with some fear: "Junior brother Wuji, go take a look first and see if those people are still there."
?”
Zhang Wuji responded, ran to the door, and looked through the crack in the door. It was already empty outside.
He happily came to report: "Gone, everyone is gone, Senior Brother Song, they are afraid of Senior Brother Mo!"
"It's good to go, it's good to go!"
Song Qingshu let out a long breath and sighed: "Junior Brother Mo, you don't know, these days have caused me so much trouble!"
"Are they the young disciples of various sects? With the martial arts skills of senior brothers, I'm afraid they are no match for you."
Song Qingshu said with a bitter look on his face: "It's not about martial arts. I just dismissed one or two at first. Later, young disciples from all major sects swarmed in and defeated one and another. They all wanted to see the assassination of Ba Si."
Damn Song Qingshu’s weight, I’m so scared these days that I don’t even dare to leave the house!”
Mo Li smiled sarcastically again. Suddenly, he thought of the Emei sect disciples he had just met at the door. He suddenly became interested and said with a smile, "Senior brother Song, have you ever seen the Emei sect disciples outside the door? One of them is called Zhou Zhiruo.
He is the personal descendant of Master Jiejie, and he once had a relationship with me."
Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "Except for the first two days, I was so scared that I didn't dare to go out. I don't know who is outside."
That would be a pity...
Li Qiye sighed in his heart, but it didn't matter, as long as the two of them were on the mountain, they would have a chance to meet each other sooner or later.
When he thought about it like this, he felt relieved, but the premise was that Song Qingshu wouldn't be too eager this time.
"Let's go, junior brother, let's go see our master."
Song Qingshu stood up, and everyone immediately followed him out of the small courtyard. In this continuous courtyard, they turned left and right, and finally arrived at the innermost courtyard.
He stepped forward and knocked on the door, and said respectfully: "Master, Junior Brother Mo is back and I have something to ask for."
"Li'er is back?"
Zhang Sanfeng's slightly joyful voice came from inside, and he said: "Come in quickly."
At that moment, everyone pushed the door open and entered.
But they saw the door of the small courtyard open, and a kind-faced old Taoist was sitting on the futon, looking at a few people with a half-smile.
Looking at Zhang Sanfeng, Mo Li hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down to salute, saying: "Unworthy disciple Mo Li, pay your respects to the master!"
"You little monkey, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "I think you are very kind. This time you went north, have you ever seen Pa Siba?"
"Master..."
Mo Li was filled with guilt. He was responsible for all this disaster. He went north this time and gained nothing. As a result, Zhang Sanfeng, who was a hundred years old, had to fight for him and others.
"Okay, how can a great man behave like a child?"
Zhang Sanfeng stood up, walked to Mo Li, helped him up, and said with a smile: "Why don't you introduce the friends you brought to me?"
"His name is Lu Yuncheng."
Mo Li said: "Brother Lu, this is the founder of my Wudang sect."
When Lu Yuncheng saw Zhang Sanfeng, a hint of excitement flashed across his face. This man was recognized as the number one in the world. For decades, his position has been untouchable. It has almost become a myth among the people!
He bowed his hands and said respectfully: "Lu Yuncheng, a younger disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, meets Master Zhang!"
"Are you a junior disciple of the Quanzhen Sect?!"
Zhang Sanfeng looked slightly startled and reached out to pat Lu Yuncheng on the shoulder.
He struck out very fast, as if he was about to make a sneak attack. Lu Yuncheng subconsciously raised his hand to deal with it, but as soon as he raised his palm, he felt a huge force pressing his veins, making it difficult to move anymore.
However, this force was quickly withdrawn. Lu Yuncheng quickly regained his ability to move, and Zhang Sanfeng also retracted his palm.
But Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said: "Yes, although the internal strength is a little shallow, it is still upright and peaceful, with a solid foundation. It is indeed a descendant of the Quanzhen Sect. Brother Lu, I wonder which real person you inherit the orthodoxy of?"
Only then did Lu Yuncheng realize that the other party was just testing his heels, and he felt relieved.
Also, given Zhang Sanfeng's status, how could he fight with a junior like him?
He said: "This younger generation is the descendant of Patriarch Li Zhichang."
"Senior Li?"
Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment and said: "The old Taoist remembers that he didn't accept any disciples back then?"
"Master, this is a long story, let's go in and talk."
Mo Li said: "Senior Brother Song, Junior Brother Wuji, please lead the way. You should go back and rest first."
If you say no, you have to talk about the Yicheng assassination. Then shouldn't Song Qingshu know about it?
Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji didn't doubt it, so they just thought Mo Li was going to say something secret and left immediately.
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Huayin, in a large mansion.
Yin Tian was meditating, and there were green and red Qi rising from time to time on his face, traveling all over his body, flickering and disappearing.
Suddenly, someone outside the door whispered: "The leader."
He frowned slightly, slowly stopped his work, and asked: "What's the matter?"
"Hu Qingniu and his wife have arrived and are waiting in the hall to be received by the leader."
"They've arrived, okay!"
Yin Tianzheng's white eyebrows trembled, and his face was filled with joy. He stood up and opened the door. He was waiting for him outside.
It's just that at this moment, his face is obviously not very good-looking, and even a little sad.
"What's wrong?"
The White-browed Eagle King was keenly aware that something was wrong. He could not be said to be a master in this field. He had never seen any big storms and waves in all these years. He was a good person and would definitely not act like this.
"The leader will know as soon as he arrives in the main hall." He couldn't say.
Yin Tianzheng looked him over, said nothing, and just walked towards the main hall. However, his expression seemed to be normal, but his steps were three minutes faster than usual, and it was obvious that he was a little anxious in his heart.
The two walked through a long corridor and arrived at the entrance of the main hall. As far as they could see, Leng Qian, Hu Qingniu, and Wang Nangu were sitting on the tables and chairs at the bottom. In addition to these three people, there was a white cloth on the ground with blood stains on it.
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When the three people saw the appearance of the White-browed Eagle King, they all stood up and stepped forward to salute.
Yin Tianzheng waved his hand and frowned: "What is this?"
No one responded. Leng Qian stepped forward and lifted the white cloth. Suddenly, a corpse appeared in front of everyone.
Even though Yin Tianzheng was used to seeing wind and waves, his body couldn't help but sway slightly when he looked at this corpse.
"Zhou... Zhou Dian..."
He took a deep breath, suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, and said, "Tell me, what happened?!"
At that moment, everyone told what happened in the restaurant in detail. When they heard that Yue Gang had taken action, Yin Tianzheng was still expressionless. However, when he heard that Mo Li had taken action and chopped off Zhou Dian's head with a sword, he suddenly
A palm was slapped on the table and chair nearby!
There was a loud crash, and the tables and chairs were knocked apart!
"Mo Li! It's Mo Li again! What a Wu-Dang sect!"
Yin Tianzheng gritted his teeth and said, "You really think my Mingjiao is easy to bully!"
Since the battle at Zhongnan Mountain, the top management of the Mingjiao have lost two top masters, Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, one after another. Their power has been greatly weakened, and their control over the rebel armies in various places has also weakened.
Now, except for Yin Tianzheng, there is no other top master in the sect. It can be said that this is the time when the power of Mingjiao is at its weakest!
Under such circumstances, you have lost a first-class expert, how can you let him swallow this breath?!
"Hu Qingniu, Wang Nangu!"
Yin Tianzheng changed the subject, looked at the two men with sharp eyes, and said: "I would like to ask you, are you ready for that thing?!"
Hu Qingniu and his wife looked at each other. Hu Qingniu raised his hand and took out a small box and said: "To the leader, I and my wife have been racking their brains these days to come up with all kinds of poisons, but only these seven insects and seven flowers can be used."
The anointing is in line with your wishes, Master."
He paused and said: "This Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Ointment is made by pounding and roasting seven types of poisonous insects and seven types of poisonous flowers. The principle is not complicated, and many people in the world know it..."
"I want a poison that no one can cure except us!" Yin Tianzheng stressed.
"Although this poison is simple, it is difficult to cure!"
Hu Qingniu said with a smile: "The seven insects and seven flowers used here vary from person to person, from north to south. Generally speaking, the most efficacious and magical ones have a total of forty-nine ways to prepare them. There are sixty-three different ways to prepare them. Except for those who poison, they know how to use them."
The seven insects and seven flowers prepared by the antidote are in accordance with the law. Even if others know that they have been poisoned, they will never be able to detoxify!"
"Moreover, if the antidote cannot be developed based on the seven insects and seven flowers, the toxicity will become even more severe!"
"Okay, what a seven-worm and seven-flower ointment!"
Yin Tianzheng laughed and said: "This time, I must make the Wudang Clan look good!"
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"It turns out that Senior Li actually fought his way out of the palace back then, and even mastered the secret method of initiation in Tibet..."
In the small courtyard, after listening to Mo Li and the others telling about the events before and after the First World War in Yicheng, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but show a bit of emotion on his face.
He said: "Brother Lu, since you are a Quanzhen disciple, you are no stranger to our Wudang. The old Taoist has received many kindnesses from the Quanzhen sect in the past. These days, you will stay with the old Taoist until the battle on March 15th. See
The old Taoist takes revenge for the many sages of the Taoist sect!"
"This junior will listen to Master Zhang's arrangements." Lu Yuncheng responded.
"Master, there will be a big battle in three days, so you must be careful."
Mo Li said solemnly: "The Ba Si Ba Long Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has been cultivated to the thirteenth level. The energy and blood are strong and the strength is strong enough to shake mountains and move the earth. Moreover, according to my opinion, the mysterious secrets they hide in the land are
He is stronger than Hutu Living Buddha!"
Although Hutu Living Buddha is powerful, he is still lacking in martial arts. However, Phagpa, both in martial arts and spiritual cultivation, is unparalleled in the world. It can be said that there are no flaws!
The talent that comes out of Buddhism once in a thousand years is well-deserved!
Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly and said: "According to the old way, if he only has this ability, he is the one who should be careful."
Master seems to be confident?
Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was extremely confident, Li Moli couldn't help but be infected by it, secretly guessing Zhang Sanfeng's trump card. However, Ba Siba and he were both in the innate realm. Why was Zhang Sanfeng so bold in saying that he would win?