He doesn't know about the poison of gallbladder.
However, after eating the pastry, he felt huge pain, as if his whole body had been cut into pieces with a thousand knives, and he suddenly passed out.
If Mo Li hadn't been by his side, it would have taken at most a few breaths for the poison to enter his heart, and he would have been completely unable to save him.
Looking at Wang Xi, Li Li didn't know whether to say he was lucky or not.
With his own guidance, it was certainly an opportunity for him to lay the foundation for the Sword Intent Realm, but following him brought him endless dangers. There were many dangers that a young man of his age could not handle.
Can bear it.
Thinking of this, he said warmly: "You are fine, you just suffered some injuries. You will be fine after you go home and recuperate for a few days."
"Poison, it's poisonous!"
Wang Xi suddenly looked nervous and said: "Mr. Mo, that pastry is poisonous, you must not eat it."
He remembered why he was poisoned.
It's just that he was in a coma just now and had no awareness of what happened. Otherwise, he would not have said these words.
Looking at the young man's concerned eyes, Li Li sighed and said, "I know it's poisonous. You took it on my behalf. When you go home today, don't come looking for me again."
"Why... why?" Wang Xi looked puzzled.
In his mind, Mo Li was not only a highly cultivated scholar, but also a master who kept his secrets. However, he treated him extremely well, so how could he drive him away?
"I'm doing it for your own good, look around." Mo Li said.
Wang Xi turned her head slightly and looked around. As far as she could see, the original small courtyard had long since disappeared. All the walls of the four courtyards had collapsed and turned into ruins. The houses were also completely destroyed, leaving nothing on the ground.
They were fragments of flesh and blood, which looked extremely terrifying.
This is……
The young man took a deep breath. How had he ever seen such a scene since he was born?
"These are the people who want to kill me."
Mo Li said: "When you see me again, it is inevitable that you will encounter a scene like today. I can protect you for a while, but I cannot protect you for the rest of your life. Fortunately, you will study in the Hengshan School and you will have great opportunities in the future."
After a pause, Mo Li said again: "After you go up the mountain, go directly to Mo Da and tell him that I told you to teach you swordsmanship. Except for Liu Zhengfeng, the only one in the Hengshan sect who can teach you swordsmanship is his swordsmanship."
It catches the eye."
Who in Hengyang City doesn’t know the names Mo Da and Liu Zhengfeng?
However, Mr. Mo mentioned these two famous masters of the Hengshan School in an understatement, like pedestrians on the roadside.
Thinking of the surrounding scenes and the flesh and blood, Wang Xi was shocked. Could this Mr. Mo really be as he said, the kind of great master who could not find many opponents in the martial arts world?
However, this question was destined to be answered by himself.
Mo Li carried him on his back, found the Ziwu Sword from the ruins, used Qing Kung Fu, and sent him home soon.
In Wang Xi's eyes, which looked sad and reluctant, he turned and left.
But when he got to the street, he didn't know where to go for a moment.
It seemed that he had just used the power of his palm to collapse his own yard.
"If I had known earlier, I would have used less force."
Mo Li said to himself with a wry smile, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
The majestic sword demon, the peerless swordsman who had just wiped out the two great forces of good and evil, Songshan Sect and Qingyi Tower, is now homeless?
Just when he was debating whether to find an inn or continue to rent a small courtyard, a sad and plaintive erhu sound suddenly sounded in his ears.
On the street ahead, an old man in a white shirt came towards here while playing his erhu.
"Young Master Mo will be fine if nothing happens, but the old man is very worried. As soon as he received the news, he immediately came to help the Young Master." The old man said with concern.
The person who came was none other than Mr. Mo Da, the leader of the Hengshan Sect.
Looking at the concerned look on Xiaoxiang Yeyu's face, Li Moli couldn't help but smile lightly and said sarcastically: "Mr. Mo Da is really good at playing the harp. There is joy even in his sadness. I don't know why. Could it be because
The serious trouble in your sect's heart has been eliminated, and you can now rest easy?"
"this……"
Mo Da's face changed drastically, and he said anxiously: "What did the young hero say? As soon as the old man received the news, he immediately came to visit the young hero to see if he could help..."
"Okay, you don't have to say anything."
Mo Li interrupted: "What about your Hengshan sect? It has nothing to do with Mo. I think you can more than repay the favor you gave your sect in searching for medicine. As for whether you just received the news or whether you received it earlier,
That's your business, you don't have to explain it to me."
In his heart, he was extremely dissatisfied with the Hengshan Sect.
As local snakes, Qingyi Tower and Songshan Sect's masters went out and sneaked into Hengshan City. How could they, Hengshan Sect, not receive the news?
If that were the case, I'm afraid their Hengshan sect would have been destroyed many times!
The reason for not informing them in advance is just to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers. Whoever wins and who loses, the Songshan sect is afraid that their vitality will be damaged. For the Hengshan sect, it can take a big breath.
It's just that Mo Da never expected that Mo Li's martial arts was so good, and the two major forces came out in force. Instead of taking down, all the masters were wiped out. So after he received the news, he immediately came to visit Mo Li, for fear that
Mo Li turned his anger on him, the Hengshan sect.
Mo Li can understand Mo Da's thoughts and the Hengshan Sect's situation. He can never do better than Mo Da in a different place.
But he is not Mo Da, but Mo Li. Of course he is unhappy with the other party's calculations.
Mo Da stood there and opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. He sighed and said, "A small sect has its own difficulties. I hope Mo Shaoxia can forgive me."
"It's not about being forgiven or not. From now on, you will walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge."
After saying that, Mo Li stepped forward without looking at Xiaoxiang Yeyu again.
Looking at the back of the young man in white getting further and further away, Mo Da sighed again and could not say anything. He just held his hands towards Mo Li's back to express his gratitude.
The Songshan sect was destroyed and Zuo Lengchan died. This kind of kindness to him and to the other four major sword sects was indeed extremely great. How could it be understood by just two people?
…
In a blink of an eye, it was ten days of scenery.
The news that the Songshan Sect and the Qingyi Tower were destroyed in the hands of Mo Li spread out, causing a big storm in the world.
This is no better than Ximen Chuixue, a lone ranger, or Ba Dao, a senior master who has been hiding in the world for many years. They are the top forces of both good and evil. With their joint efforts, not only did they not hurt Mo Li, from the leader to the first-class masters,
They were all destroyed, and it happened in the presence of countless disciples of the Songshan Sect.
In the Jianghu, in recent decades, except for the Taihu Battle, in which the Iron Dan Lord destroyed more than a hundred masters of both good and evil paths, there has been no other battle that can surpass the limelight this time.
Therefore, the names of the four great masters naturally became the five great masters.
No one questions Mo Li's age anymore, and no one questions Mo Li's martial arts.
What's interesting is that many people in the world have rumored that Mo Li has practiced some evil rejuvenation technique. He looked so young just now, but in fact he is an old monster who has practiced for nearly a hundred years.
Naturally, Mo Li was unaware of all this.
He practiced with great concentration for ten days in Hengyang City, and had already refined all the medicinal power of the thousand-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotus.
Moreover, there is an unexpected gain in the progress of martial arts.
"Come, go, come again, go again..."
In the inn room, Mo Li moved his fingers interestingly, and a few feet in front of his fingers was a strand of hair.
As his fingers moved back and forth, the hair moved forward and backward, making various movements in the air very flexibly, as if being manipulated by an invisible hand.
.
This scene looks like a street juggler, and there is nothing surprising about it. However, I am afraid that any master in the world would be shocked.
Just because no matter how exquisite and powerful the internal power is, once it is separated from the body, it cannot be controlled at all. Therefore, similar to the white rainbow palm power in Tian Long Ba Bu, it is an extremely powerful secret skill.
But to be able to control a hair so skillfully and make it perform various movements in the air as if it were in your hand is a state that martial arts can never reach, even an innate master cannot achieve it!
But Li Li did it.
Of course he is an innate master, but after refining all the medicinal power, he finally got a glimpse of the realm of the great master recorded by Zhang Sanfeng, the realm of the combination of Qi and Shen!
His spirit and internal power are fused together. This internal power is extremely clever. After leaving the body, he can still control it at will!
At the moment, although this inner force is weak and can only control a hair, and can only move within a few feet in front of the body, as more and more are fused, until they are completely combined, how terrifying will it be?
?
I'm afraid that flying with a sword and taking someone's head in the air will no longer be a legend.
Li Qiye played with that trace of true energy, and couldn't help but feel a little excited. He didn't expect that he would reach the threshold of the great master's realm so quickly.
Of course, there are many opportunities here. For example, Zhang Sanfeng can show him the way forward, so he does not have to explore on his own. For example, the Nuwa concept he cultivates can not only improve his physical condition, but also have great benefits for his spiritual growth, not to mention
Two thousand-year-old elixirs, which absorb the essence of the sun and the moon for thousands of years, are so powerful. Although most of them are converted into his life force, they also increase his true energy a lot, which at least saves him several years of hard work.
With such a combination, it is not a fluke that he can now have a glimpse of the path of a great master.
But this process is bound to be long.
In order for his true energy to be completely integrated with his spiritual power, Mo Li made a rough estimate that it would take at least ten years.
This was certainly much luckier than Pa Siba who had never been able to touch the threshold in his life. However, Mo Li could only smile bitterly because he himself might not be able to live to ten years.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the room.
Mo Li raised his brows, withdrew his energy, and the strand of hair immediately fell to the ground.
With his current keen perception, it was not difficult to notice that there was someone outside, but he never thought that that person was coming to see him.
With steady steps and long breathing, he must be a martial arts master.
He asked: "Who and what?"
"I dare to ask, but it's Shaoxia Mo Li. I, under the orders of my master, would like to ask Shaoxia to meet me in the private room." A very respectful voice came in.
Invite me to meet?
Mo Lizhi found it interesting that everyone who knew his traces was dead. Those who were not dead, such as the Hengshan Sect and others, must not dare to leak his traces at will now. Moreover, with his current reputation, the masters of the two major forces of good and evil were killed by him.
After the battle is over, the name Sword Demon is so powerful in the world, how many people dare to look for him?
"Then let's meet."
Li Qiye didn't ask the other party's identity at all, and he didn't need to ask the other party's identity.
With his martial arts skills, is there anything anyone can't see?
With a flick of his sleeves, a strong wind blew, and the door opened.
Standing outside was a poor scholar in ragged clothes, holding a broken fan, with a solemn and rigorous expression, and a face full of humility and respect.
Facing Mo Li, how many people in the world now dare to show off?
Looking at the young man in green shirt with a sword hanging from his waist, the down-and-out scholar bowed respectfully and said: "Young knight, please."
Li Mo Li nodded and stepped out, and he followed behind to lead the way, just like a young boy.
If the heroes of the Central Plains generation saw this scene, they would probably be shocked. One of the Yellow River ancestors, the great leftist lord who occupied Kaifeng and monopolized water transportation, was actually working as a boy here?
But this ancestor Qianqiu is now very happy. Not only is he not absolutely ashamed, but he is even extremely honored.
Not just anyone is qualified to lead the way to the youngest grandmaster in the world. How many heroes in the world have never even been able to meet the four great masters!
The two of them left the guest room and entered the hall. The hall was sparse and there were not many tables of guests.
It was just after noon, so of course there were no customers.
"It's in the private room on the second floor."
The sloppy scholar pointed to the stairs.
But at this moment, at a table of guests near the corner, someone suddenly said: "Wait a minute, you two!"
Don't leave your feet alone, the ancestors are the same for thousands of years.
The two of them looked around and saw a handsome young man standing up.
He seemed to have drunk some wine, his face was slightly tipsy, and he had a vaguely sharp aura about him.
Li Qiye's eyes paused on his face.
This face is very familiar to him, and coupled with the naturally curly hair...
Jiao Enjun in ancient costume, Mo Bucheng, is Xiao Li flying a knife?
Next to the young man, there was a beautiful girl sitting. She looked at the young man infatuatedly, with unconcealable affection in her beautiful eyes.
"Boy, if you are tired of life, go back and rest honestly when you are drunk. Don't talk nonsense!" Zu Qianqiu scolded.
"I'm not drunk, I'm here to punish rape and eliminate evil!"
The young man stared at Mo Li firmly and said, "If I guess correctly, you are the famous sword demon Mo Li in the world, right?!"
"How rude!"
Zu Qianqiu frowned and was about to take action, but suddenly a hand appeared in front of him and stopped him.
He looked at Li Qiye and was puzzled as to why he was not allowed to take action.
Mo Li nodded slightly at him, then smiled at the young man and said, "Yes, I am Mo Li. What are you looking for for me?"