On the mountain behind Wudang, the mountain wind howled and rolled up countless fallen leaves, making it very cold and desolate.
And in this mountain breeze, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was sitting cross-legged with a sheathed long sword across his legs, as if he was practicing.
The young man had handsome features and a slim figure. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe. Who else could he be if he wasn't Mo Li?
Ever since he became a master of swordsmanship, Zhang Sanfeng asked him to come to the back mountain every day to sit quietly and look at the night sky, the mountains, the wind and the vegetation.
Mo Li didn't understand its meaning at first and felt bored, so he practiced internal skills in the mountains. However, as time went by, his sword skills unknowingly touched the level of sword intention, which was far better than what he had practiced before.
The speed was much faster, and only then did he understand the meaning.
The so-called superior swordsmanship is all based on nature. It contains various sword intentions, all of which are the avenues of heaven and earth. Observing the scenery is observing the sword, and sitting quietly is meditating.
Therefore, over the years, unless there was something important, Mo Li would sit in meditation for an hour every day on the mountain behind Wudang.
However, he could see that Mo Li's breathing was very rhythmic. The true energy in his body traveled around the sky, and strands of hot air were emitted. No matter how cold wind passed by on the top of the mountain, his body was warm and extremely comfortable.
I don't know how long it took, but Mo Li fell into a wonderful ethereal state, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth. He could feel the slight buzz of the sword in front of him when the mountain wind passed by, and could hear the leaves falling in the distance.
The slightest movement on the ground, with a radius of thirty feet, is all within his sensing range.
Mo Li once asked Zhang Sanfeng what this state was, but Zhang Sanfeng did not give a clear answer.
He just said that if one day, Mo Li can no longer rely on meditation, but can enter this mysterious state anytime and anywhere, then his future martial arts cultivation can hope to catch up with him.
No one knows what level Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts has reached, but what is certain is that it is definitely much higher than the top masters.
Mo Li's current level of martial arts, except for the fact that his internal strength has not been able to open up the Ren and Du channels, is slightly inferior, but his martial arts alone is not inferior to the top masters.
But with his skill, he had never made three moves in front of Zhang Sanfeng. Even for these three moves, Mo Li felt that Zhang Sanfeng gave in intentionally, which showed how powerful he was.
This is reasonable. If his martial arts were not so advanced that it is difficult for ordinary people to fathom, how could Zhang Sanfeng have been able to dominate the world for hundreds of years, and how could he be respected as the great martial arts master of the past and the present?
A breathing sound suddenly appeared within Mo Li's sensing range.
This breath was so fine that if Mo Li hadn't fallen into such an ethereal state, he wouldn't have been able to sense it. This person must have possessed martial arts.
Mo Li's expression moved slightly and said: "Fifth Uncle, since you are here, why don't you show up and see me?"
"My nephew has such deep inner strength."
There was a sound of admiration in the darkness, and then a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar walked out. He had a face like a crown jewel and an elegant temperament. It was Zhang Cuishan who had just returned to the mountain.
However, at this moment, Zhang Wuxia, who was remembered by the world's heroes, looked slightly embarrassed. After all, it was not a glorious thing to spy on a junior in the dark and be discovered.
He was secretly shocked at how profound Mo Li's skills were. He could detect him from such a long distance, but he said with a smile on his face: "I'm disturbing my nephew Mo's practice. I hope you won't take offense to my nephew Mo."
When Mo Li heard Zhang Cuishan's voice, he smiled slightly, and his guess was indeed correct.
The only people with such skill in Wudang Mountain are Qi Xia and Zhang Sanfeng, and since he grew up on the mountain, Qi Xia regards him as his nephew and will never hide in the dark to spy on him. Come to think of it, only Zhang CuiShan can do this.
He stood up, looked at Zhang Cuishan, bowed, and said: "My fifth uncle is serious, we are all members of our own family, so what does it matter?"
Zhang Cuishan looked at the long and tall young man in front of him, but his emotions were extremely complicated.
He came to thank you.
At today's birthday banquet, Mo Li single-handedly defeated the Huashan and Kunlun sects for him, and then used the Seven Zhenwu Formation to obtain the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung for Zhang Wuji. He is a great favor to his family. He is sincere.
Sincere thanks.
However, during these days, he also found out clearly about Mo Li's life experience. The whole family was killed by Xie Xun. If Song Yuanqiao and others hadn't saved him, even Mo Li would have been killed. There was really something different between him and Xie Xun.
Dai Tian’s blood feud!
On one side is his sworn brother who has a deep affection for him, and on the other side is Da En and his nephew. Even though Zhang Cuishan prides himself on being smart, he doesn't know how to deal with the relationship between these two parties.
So he came to thank him, but he hid in the dark and hesitated.
But now that Xingzang has been exposed, he still has to face what he has to face.
He said: "Thank you so much, my nephew, for coming forward today, defeating the masters of various factions, and finding the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung for Wuji. It is a great kindness that cannot be repaid. Zhang Cuishan is extremely grateful."
The Shaolin Temple moved very quickly and sent the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu up the mountain in the afternoon. It must have been those old monks who woke up and immediately wrote it down at the foot of the mountain.
Li Qiye smiled and said: "Uncle Master, I'm afraid he came here not only to say thank you, but otherwise he wouldn't have been standing there for a long time."
Zhang Cuishan was stunned for a moment, then he sighed and said with a wry smile: "I can't hide it from my nephew's eyes. In addition to thanking me, I also have something to do with my sworn brother."
Li Li raised his eyebrows and said, "Uncle Master, do you want to tell Mo not to take revenge?"
"How dare you, just..."
"Since it's not the case, then uncle, there's no need to say more."
Mo Li interrupted Zhang Cuishan and said: "This matter is between me and the evil thief Xie Xun. It has nothing to do with my uncle. I will not ask my uncle about his whereabouts. But I will kill him in the future, so
Or if he kills me, please don't interfere, uncle."
"this……"
Zhang Cuishan had a bitter look on his face. Both parties had a close relationship with him. He was caught in the middle and it was really hard for him to behave.
Especially this nephew, who is young and has extraordinary martial arts skills. As long as he can successfully pass that level, his future achievements will be limitless. On the other hand, his sworn brother Xie Xun, although his martial arts skills are amazing, is blind and is no match for Mo Li.
He was worried about Xie Xun's future, but he felt a little sorry for Mo Li. After all, if he didn't tell Mo Li about Xie Xun's whereabouts, Mo Li would never be able to find the place in his life.
"Uncle Master, please go back if you have nothing to do. The wind in the back mountain is strong, so don't freeze your body." Li Li said, his intention to see off the guests could not be more obvious.
The majestic Wudang Wuxia Zhang Wuxia has already reached the point where his internal strength is impervious to cold and heat. How can he be afraid of the mere cold wind?
Zhang Cuishan smiled bitterly again. He was about to say something else. Suddenly, in the Qianshan Taoist Temple, someone with extremely advanced internal skills was heard shouting loudly: "Fifth brother, where are you?! Come back quickly!!"
The voice echoed in the sky above Wudang and spread for ten miles. The tone was indescribably urgent, but it was Yin Liting's voice.
Mo Li and Zhang Cuishan looked at each other with solemn expressions on their faces. They immediately started their Qinggong and headed towards the front mountain.