Inside the Chang'an branch of the Beggar Clan, seven corpses were lined up in a row, with a few sword marks between their eyebrows.
An old beggar with a long sword on his back said bitterly: "You are so brave, you dare to kill my disciples of the Beggar Clan!"
This old beggar has nine cloth bags tied around his waist. He is obviously the nine-bag elder of the Beggar Clan. Nine is the number nine. The nine-bag elders of the Beggar Clan are extremely rare.
point.
"Report to the law enforcement elders. We found out clearly that he is a young man."
A middle-aged man said: "Brothers in the helm saw it clearly. They left the city overnight and headed northwest."
"juvenile?!"
The law enforcement elder raised his brows, his face became more solemn, and he said: "How is it possible? These seven people were all killed by one sword. How can a young man have such a superb swordsmanship?!"
He looked at the sword marks between the eyebrows of the seven corpses. The positions were exactly the same. The strength of the person who used the sword was very precise. From the horrified expressions of these people when they were about to die, it was obvious that this person's swordsmanship was extremely skilled.
The seven people could not react except in fear!
"He is indeed a young man. The brothers at the helm said that he looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but he is very handsome." The man confirmed.
"Fifteen or sixteen years old...Fifteen or sixteen years old..."
The law enforcement elder thought about the famous swordsmen in the world. Suddenly, he remembered a major event that was widely rumored in the world recently, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart!
Could it be...
"Go down here and check Wudang Mountain to see if any disciples have been walking down the mountain recently. We also order the disciples in each branch to report to the chief helmsman immediately if they find traces of this person. Don't act rashly!" the law enforcement elder ordered.
All the beggars responded one after another and immediately took the order and left. For a while, the law enforcement elder was the only one in the small courtyard.
He looked at the sword marks carefully, and couldn't help but sigh slightly, and said with a bitter look on his face: "Is it really the little sword god of Wudang? What should I do?"
Wudang Sect defeated the masters of Shaolin sects in one fell swoop at Zhenwu Square, and now its momentum in the world is at its peak.
Even though the Beggar Gang is the largest gang in the world, I'm afraid they won't be able to gain favor from them if they fight against it.
Thinking that he was sent to patrol the major branches in the northwest, and that he would encounter such a thing, the law enforcement elder couldn't help but sighed again, and said to himself: "I hope it's not that person..."
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The northwest is extremely bitter and cold.
Although it is late autumn, a heavy snowfall has already fallen from the sky outside the customs.
It was already late at night, the night was thick, and even the stars and the moon in the sky were obscured by clouds. This was indeed not a good time to rush.
Looking at the sky full of snow, Mo Li galloped forward, hoping to find a place to rest for a while. However, there were few people outside the pass. He ran for more than an hour and traveled dozens of miles before he found a ruined temple.
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At this time, the snow had already fallen to a hand's depth, and seeing that it was going to fall even harder, he immediately got off his horse and headed towards the temple.
In addition to a dilapidated statue of Sakyamuni, there were only straw and a few piles of burned bonfires in the temple. Even the altar table had been chopped into pieces, obviously it had been burned as firewood.
Mo Li was not polite, he chopped off a few more pieces, lit them with fire sticks, and felt the warmth coming from him. He sat cross-legged, with the long sword across his knees, and began to practice the First Yang Wuji Kung Fu.
After the incident in Chang'an, he didn't dare to ask about the Vajra Gate in front of others for fear of causing trouble again. He just listened secretly in teahouses and restaurants. After all, the Vajra Gate was a hero from the Western Regions. As he went to the northwest, the news about it began to fade away.
More and more, Li Li followed the clues he heard and headed west, and he didn't go wrong. After leaving Yumen Pass, he even found out the specific location.
Hami, more than a thousand miles away from Yumen Pass, is where the Vajra Gate sect is located.
It's just a pity that those businessmen and desert warriors only heard about the Vajra Sect and didn't know the details of its masters. They only knew that this sect acted violently and domineeringly, often hurting people's lives, and should not be easily provoked. It was said to be notorious.
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As his practice deepened, Mo Li soon reached that ethereal and mysterious realm, feeling that he was in control of a radius of several dozen feet.
Compared with watching the night view on Wudang Mountain, the strong winds and heavy snow in the desert outside the pass have a different artistic conception.
Mo Li has spent these days traveling outside the customs, and feels that he has benefited a lot, and he has also learned a lot from his sword skills.
The Pure Yang Wuji True Qigong went around the sky, and all the cold air in Mo Li's body was driven away, making him feel warm and uncomfortable. Just as he was getting better, there was a chaotic sound of horse hooves amidst the howling wind and rain in the distance.
came.
It was a group of Jianghu people, including men and women, old and young.
Looking at the ruined temple, the leader said happily: "There is a temple. Let's stop and rest for a night. We will start our journey again tomorrow morning."
"It's difficult to travel on a snowy night, and the wedding is only three days away. Taking a night's rest won't delay the business," said a burly old man.
Everyone immediately got off their horses and headed towards the temple.
"stop!"
The old man suddenly stopped everyone and said: "There are lights, be careful."
The leader was a middle-aged man with a rough face and a long sword on his back. Hearing this, he said: "I'll go in first to investigate."
After everyone heard this, they all held their weapons cautiously. The big man pulled out his long sword and carefully looked through the crack in the door. When he saw Mo Li sitting in front of the campfire meditating, he immediately put down his guard.
He put away the knife and said with a smile: "It turns out that a young master is meditating. Everyone, please come in and be quiet. Don't disturb him."
Everyone responded, and then tiptoed into the temple, found a corner and lit a bonfire, roasting their clothes and taking out dry food for use.
Li Qiye ignored them and just practiced his skills on his own.
There were seven people in this group. Apart from the old man and the big man, the remaining five people were four swordsmen and a girl. The four swordsmen were obviously of lower status and they also did some work to serve the other three.
The girl looked about ten years old and was wrapped in a fox fur coat. She looked pretty and had a lively temperament. She looked curiously at Mo Li who was doing his martial arts and suddenly said: "Dad, look, this young master is so thinly dressed."
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Everyone looked intently and saw that the young man behind the bonfire was dressed in a green shirt, with handsome features, and a simple-style long sword across his knees, vaguely showing a bit of fierceness.
Suddenly, everyone's hearts trembled.
The outside of the pass is no better than the one inside. The cold wind is as cold as a knife. The boy is wearing such thin clothes. It must be that his internal strength has reached a state where he is invulnerable to cold and heat. His martial arts is no small feat.
The big man said: "This young master has deep inner strength. He is practicing. Don't disturb him."
"Deep internal strength?"
The girl was slightly frightened. The boy in front of her was slightly younger than her. How could that be possible?
She looked at Mo Li up and down, but she saw that the boy's red lips, white teeth, and delicate facial features were extremely good-looking. They were completely different from the rough appearance of the men outside the customs. She was fascinated by the sight for a moment.
In this ethereal state, Li Qiye's senses were extremely keen. He noticed that the girl in front of him had been staring at him, and he couldn't help but opened his eyes uncomfortably and smiled at the girl.
Suddenly, two blushes appeared on the girl's pretty face, and she buried her head shyly.
And just at this moment, the sound of several horse hooves could be heard outside...