Mo Li did not elaborate on what he felt guilty about, and Gu Songli did not ask again.
There is no empathy for things in this world. It is enough for him to know that his good friend has a reason to do something, even if it costs his life.
All he can do is support.
Some people may say that Mo Li was very foolish to do this, but there are so many smart people in the world that there must always be a few fools.
They are willing to take risks for the sake of their obsession, and their stubbornness is terrifying. But if they don't have this stubbornness, how can they overcome difficulties one after another in the face of difficulties in martial arts?
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However, masters who have learned a certain level of martial arts have their own way of thinking, and no matter how much truth others say, they cannot shake their minds.
So in the next few days, no one came to persuade Li Li. Firstly, they knew that they could not persuade him, and secondly, because all the people who were qualified to persuade him had already done so.
As time goes by, the date of the duel gets closer and closer, and Chang'an City becomes more and more lively. Heroes from all walks of life continue to enter the land of Guanzhong with swords and swords. On the day of the duel, the entire Huashan Mountain is occupied by crowds and bustling with people.
, there are martial arts warriors everywhere!
The living Buddha versus the sword god is a grand event that only happens once in a hundred years in the world.
One is an unparalleled Buddhist disciple who has never been born in Buddhism for thousands of years, and the other is a swordsman who is rare in the world for a century. Although the age gap between the two is a bit big, since Zhang Sanfeng ascended to the throne, these two can be said to be the top masters in the world.
Don't think about third parties in this world. If they miss their duel, I'm afraid many people will never see such a duel again in their lives.
In other words, half a month was too short. Although the news of the duel between the two spread out, many martial arts warriors who were far away could not catch up. Otherwise, the crowd on this Huashan Mountain would probably be even more turbulent.
"So why did he choose to go to Huashan?"
On the south peak of Mount Huashan, looking at the disciples of Mount Huashan who were desperately trying to maintain order, the short elder looked helpless.
Although it is said that it is a great fortune to witness this kind of event that only happens once in a century, but don’t leave it on Mount Huashan!
After all, the Huashan sect is considered one of the six major sects. Without any consultation with them, they agreed to compete on Mount Huashan. Tens of thousands of heroes from all over the world swarmed in. Who can bear it?
What if someone tries to sneak into their door and steal the secret code?
What if someone deliberately creates chaos to frame their Huashan sect?
With so many people, if they cause any trouble, it will be enough for everyone in the Huashan sect to suffer. The last time they debated scriptures and martial arts, there were still helpers from other sects of the six major sects. This time, it is better. With their own strength, the Huashan sect cannot do anything.
It is said that the disciples are exhausted to death, but even those in the middle and upper levels of the sect are worried every day.
According to incomplete statistics, there have been more than ten conflicts every day up and down Huashan Mountain recently, and people are losing their lives every day. There are actually many people who want to sneak into the Huashan Station to steal secret books, but they are all blocked by the masters of the Huashan Sect.
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The pressure on everyone in the Huashan Sect is not small, but fortunately, such days are over after today.
"Senior Brother Mo Chou, you have survived so many days, and today is no less than one day."
Elder Gao smiled and said: "Besides, although you and I and the disciples in the sect have suffered some, it may be worth it if we look at the sword of the God of Sword and the supreme supernatural power of the Living Buddha. Have you not seen that there are still many
Isn’t the sect here yet?”
"I'd rather not watch them compete!"
The short elder said angrily: "You and I are a lot older, what's the point of looking at it? Do you dare to break the barrier of life and death?"
Elder Gao chuckled and said: "Even if it cannot be broken, it is a great blessing to be able to see the highest level of martial arts again."
Both of them are first-class masters who are just a hair away from the ultimate realm. When it comes to the accumulation of internal strength, it has already been enough, or even more so. However, the two of them have not chosen to open up the Ren and Du Second Meridian. The reason is that
The two of them are old and their bodies are no longer in peak condition. They forcefully break through the life-and-death barrier, but the chances are slim and the odds are stacked against them.
"I'm coming!"
"The Sword God is coming up the mountain!"
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Suddenly, the entire Huashan Mountain suddenly began to boil, and countless people looked towards the mountain paths.
However, on the mountain road, several figures were seen walking up the mountain together. One person was leading the way, wearing a green Taoist robe, with a haggard face, a long beard, and a dead breath all over his body, making it difficult to see the depth.
"Sword God Mo Li, how did he become like this?!" The short elder frowned and said strangely.
He had met this sword god several times in the past, and had seen him take action several times. He had even been saved by him once. In his impression, this sword god was a handsome and handsome young man, with a young and handsome temperament.
Wearing clothes and holding swords, full of heroic spirit, how could it be as slovenly as it is now?
"Perhaps martial arts has reached another level, a state where we can return to our original nature and not be obsessed with external objects."
Elder Gao said thoughtfully: "In the past, when Wudang Master Zhang was walking around the world, he was also called Zhang Sloppy. Perhaps this is the highest level of Wudang Kung Fu."
The short elder thought about it carefully, and there is some truth in it. Buddhism talks about annihilation, saying that the physical body is a stinky skin, and Taoism also has enlightenment, cultivating golden elixirs to become souls, and going straight to the gate of heaven. Zhang Sanfeng was once a Shaolin disciple, and he entered Taoism from Buddhism.
It must have adopted the strengths of the two directors.
While the two of them were thinking about it, the group of people had already reached the top of the peak and arrived in front of the two of them.
But when I saw this group of people, in addition to the leader Li Li, there was also Tang Jiu'er, who was as pretty as a flower in a red dress, Gu Songli, a descendant of the Chang'an family, and Lu Yuncheng, a Confucian swordsman who had become very famous in recent years. They were all outstanding young people.
Pointed characters.
Especially Lu Yuncheng, who inherited from the Quanzhen sect, has gained quite a reputation in the past three years and has made rapid progress in martial arts. It is said that he once had a duel with Shaolin Temple Yuanmiao in thirty moves, which was enough to compete with Wudang Song Qingshu and Shaolin Yuanmiao.
He is a leader of the younger generation who is known for his talents, but no one saw this fight, so it was just a rumor. He has no other record of fighting against top-notch masters, so most people in the world still don't take it seriously.
The two elders stepped forward to salute, and the short elder laughed and said: "Mo Shaoxia, I haven't seen you for three years. I didn't expect that we would be competing in Huashan again, so I wish you a great victory in advance, Shaoxia Mo!"
"I will take my senior's good advice."
Mo Li bowed, his face calm, his eyes still lifeless.
The two elders looked at the tiredness and fatigue on the Taoist's brows in front of them. Although they guessed that he had made a breakthrough in martial arts, they still felt sad in their hearts.
This is the emotion that anyone who met Mo Li in the past and meets Mo Li again today will feel.
They just said hello and without saying anything else, the two elders walked down the mountain knowingly.
The battle is about to begin, and the most important thing right now is to let Mo Li adjust his condition. Chatting with him at this moment would be too unsightly.
At this time, the morning sun was rising, and the sunlight was shining, coating the entire southern peak of Huashan Mountain with a layer of gold.
The rest of the people had already withdrawn, but Mo Li was the only one on the peak. He slowly sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed, motionless, and his breath was like rotten wood.
The sun gradually rose until it was overhead, but still no one came.
The heroes couldn't help but feel a little impatient, but they all came voluntarily and were not invited. They couldn't help but feel dissatisfied, so they had to wait quietly.
However, at this time, when the golden crow fell, the jade rabbit ascended, and the cold moonlight fell, there was still no trace of Pasiba.
"Is Pasiba scared?!" someone in the crowd asked.
"I think it's not that he's scared, but that he's dead. This old bald donkey was slashed twice by Master Zhang three years ago. He hasn't appeared in the world since then. I'm afraid he's already been seriously injured and died!" someone else said.
The heroes were impatient to wait for a long time. Someone raised their heads and began to arrange the paspa. Suddenly, the whole Huashan became lively.
However, those who looked up and looked at the figure in Taoist robes who had been sitting cross-legged on the top of the South Peak all day, saw that he was motionless, still waiting quietly as during the day, and felt that this matter was not that simple.
Although birth, old age, illness and death are human nature, when martial arts masters such as Zhang Sanfeng and Pasibana reached such realms, time seems to have lost its effect on them.
If he was really old and dying, he would not have survived Zhang Sanfeng's two sword cuts three years ago, nor would he have been able to destroy the nearly invincible Zhenwu Seven-section Formation with just a raise of his palm.
The Jade Rabbit rose higher and higher. Suddenly, the noise of the crowd became louder, and a faint wisp of Zen chanting and Buddha's voice came from a distance. It was pure and compassionate, cleansing people's hearts, and it was getting closer and closer.
clear.
Four tall lamas in red appeared on the mountain road. The four of them were carrying a chariot sedan, and a monk in white was sitting cross-legged in the sedan.
This monk looks very young. He is dressed in a white monk's robe. He has handsome features and jade-like skin. There is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, which is full of compassion and closeness. At the first sight, people can't help but fall in love with him.
I want to develop some good feelings.
The four Tibetan monks seemed to be walking slowly, but on the mountain road, they moved very fast. At first sight, they were at the foot of the mountain, and within a few breaths they reached the middle of the mountain. When they looked again, they had already reached the top of the mountain.
above.
The Hutu Living Buddha of the past, now Phagpa, has arrived!
Looking at the chariot sedan and the monk in white, all the heroes present could not help but hold their breath. Everyone knew that this continuation of the war between the Buddhist and Taoist families three years ago would break out in an instant!
"Amitabha!"
Pasiba put his palms together and shouted the Buddha's name. The sound was loud, full of magnetism, and could be clearly heard in everyone's ears. A pure Zen mind arose from everyone's hearts, which was extremely comfortable.
Three years ago, Zhang Sanfeng's flying sword seemed to have completely healed all the injuries he suffered.
He nodded at Mo Li and said with a smile: "Donor Mo, I haven't seen you for three years. I didn't expect that you would have another breakthrough in martial arts. You have already reached this level. It is really gratifying and congratulatory."
After hearing this, Mo Li, who had been sitting there like a clay and wood sculpture, opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
He looked at Pasiba, who was sitting there quietly, as if he were integrated with the moonlight, the mountain breeze, and the world. It seemed that he was the world, giving people a sense of control over everything.
For the first time, strong and complex emotions appeared on Mo Li's calm face, including solemnity, murderous intent, hatred, etc. All the emotions disappeared as the person took a deep breath and exhaled.
The remaining eyes were as deep as the sea.
"You're finally here." Mo Li said seriously.
At this moment, a wisp of fierce sword intent rose from the Taoist's body into the sky, seemingly there but not there. Although it was not powerful, it clearly chilled the hearts of everyone present.
And the heaven and earth that were integrated with Basiba were torn apart in front of this sword intention at this moment, making it difficult for him to maintain the state of unity between heaven and man.
However, the smile on Ba Siba's face remained the same as before. He turned a deaf ear to this ray of sword intent, which was the most powerful and sharp in the world, and said softly: "The sword intent is good, but there is no sword intent and no sword.
Hands, why should Donor Mo fight with the old monk?"
It is not difficult to deal with ordinary masters with sword intent, but to deal with tantric living Buddhas like Pasiba, whose spirits have been tempered to an incredible level, sword intent alone is absolutely not enough.
Li Qiye needs a magic weapon, a magic weapon that best suits him!
Everyone looked at Mo Li's waist. There should be a long sword there, but today, they never saw it.
Oops!
The expressions of Gu Songli and others changed greatly. They never expected that Mo Li would not even prepare his sword for a duel, and would go up the mountain in such a hurry!
"Use my sword!"
A young man dressed as a scholar suddenly shouted loudly, it was Lu Yuncheng.
He took the sword, held it up with both hands, and said: "This sword is called Seven Stars. It is the sword of Wang Chongyang, the founder of our Quanzhen sect in the past. Brother Mo, I will use this sword to help you kill this bald donkey today!"
The Quanzhen Sect has a great hatred against Ba Siba to destroy the Taoist tradition. In the past, he used Li Zhichang's remaining spiritual will to stab out a sword with the intention of assassinating Ba Siba, but unfortunately he failed.
Today, my friend Mo Li will fight Ba Siba again, so he is naturally willing to offer his sword.
Li Mo Li looked back at Lu Yuncheng, nodded slightly to his friend, and said warmly: "Thank you, Brother Lu, for your kindness, but no need."
No sword?!
When everyone was confused for a while, they saw the sword god Mo Li looking towards the southeast from a distance, and said with a faint smile: "My sword has already arrived."
The heroes present couldn't help but follow his gaze and look toward the southeast, but as far as they could see, it was pitch black, not to mention the sword, not even a human figure.
Has this sword god lost his mind and gone crazy?
As they were thinking this, Pa Siba suddenly shook his head and smiled, saying: "Aren't you afraid that the old monk will take action now?"
A swordsman without a sword will undoubtedly lose his fighting power, and the same is true for the sword god.
Mo Li replied calmly: "I think the Living Buddha must also want to see the sword that I have been honing for three years."
After he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly passed by at the foot of the mountain, but there were several figures wearing Taoist robes.
I heard someone happily say: "It hasn't started yet, Dad, we've caught up!"
The person in front was slightly fat and had a humble look. He stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the top of the mountain. He looked at the dense crowd of warriors and the two people standing at the top. He couldn't help laughing loudly: "Li'er, you can come here as a teacher."
Is it too late?!"
His voice, driven by internal force, echoed throughout the mountains and plains, and every word was clearly presented to everyone's ears, revealing his profound cultivation.
"It's the leader of Wudang Song Dynasty!"
"Wu-Tang is here!"
Someone among the group of heroes exclaimed.
Mo Li was condescending, looking at the Wudang Clan people below from a distance, with emotion in his eyes...