Since he came from Qingyun, Mo Li's identity represents Qingyun.
Master Daoxuan worked hard to refine the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon. As the sword master, Fenxiang Valley would naturally find ways to measure the depth of Mo Li's Daoxing.
The masters of the older generation maintain their identity and may not take action against him, but when the disciples of the younger generation compete, no one can make a mistake.
It is conceivable that when we go to Fenxiang Valley, the disciples of Fenxiang Valley are just gearing up and eager to give it a try!
However, Mo Li is a master of Taoism. Apart from the older generation of masters in the realm of Shangqing, who can defeat him?
Not to mention, he holds the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, which is so powerful that even if Tian Buyi wants to capture it, it will probably take a lot of effort.
Of course Tian Buyi is not worried about his disciples, he is just worried that Mo Li will go too far and hurt the harmony between the two families, making it difficult to end the relationship.
"Master, don't worry, I know what's appropriate."
Li Li chuckled softly and said: "After all, we are both from the righteous sect. We have been friends for hundreds of years, and I have inherited a favor from him from Fenxiang Valley. No matter what, I have to give him a little favor. If the disciple can't do it, then I won't do it. If I really can't bear it,
, just stop there and it will never harm their lives."
"You still want to hurt their lives!"
Tian Buyi glared and said: "What nonsense are you talking about, brat? Unless there is something critical and life-threatening, the Shaohua Sword is not allowed to be unsheathed!"
He was really afraid that his apprentice would cause some serious trouble if he acted carelessly.
"Yes, disciple, keep this in mind."
Mo Li responded with a smile, but didn't take Tian Buyi's words to heart.
The Nine Heavens Divine Weapon is no better than ordinary objects. Even if it is not unsheathed, it can still exert some of its power, which is undoubtedly more than enough to deal with ordinary disciples.
"It doesn't matter if you go down to practice and practice. Cultivation is about relaxing and relaxing. You have made great progress in the past two years, but you are missing a bit of experience."
Tian Buyi sighed, looked at his disciple with some reluctance, and said: "However, your time to go up the mountain is short, but don't be blinded by the world of mortals. Go early and come back early, don't delay."
"If you meet someone who has no eyesight, or a senior monk who doesn't care about his status, there is no need to be polite to them. Show your identity when you need to, hit when you need to hit, kill when you need to kill, and run away when you need to!"
Speaking of this, Tian Buyi's eyes flashed with evil spirit, and he said: "It's great, so I invite Senior Brother Daoxuan to come out of the mountain and go on a journey together. His reputation will last for thousands of years and cannot be insulted lightly!"
Mo Li felt a shiver in his heart, his fat master was quite murderous!
Yes, after all, I have experienced the war between good and evil, and I once entered the head of the Dazhu Peak of the Demon Sect's wild temple with a sword. How can I take it easy?
"Disciple, remember, you will never lose my reputation as Qingyun!" Mo Li responded solemnly.
"Um."
Tian Buyi nodded, waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
Li Qiye saluted again, then strode out of the Shoujing Hall.
On Dazhu Peak, the sun is shining brightly, there are no clouds in the sky, and it is a peaceful and quiet scene.
At this time, Song Daren, Tian Linger and others were practicing everywhere.
Two years have passed. Time flies so fast...
Li Qiye looked at the familiar scenery around him with a little nostalgia, and his eyes gradually became firmer.
Once you get off the mountain, you will enter the real world of monks.
With a thought in his mind, a red sword light behind him was unsheathed and turned into a rainbow carrying Mo Li, heading straight to the southwest.
The land of the Southern Barbarians, a hundred thousand mountains!
Mo Li, who was arrogant and ambitious, couldn't help but become more excited when he thought that in that land, besides Fenxiang Valley, there were many monsters and beast clans, as well as the inheritance of ancient witch clans. However, this excitement soon faded as night fell.
For nothing.
"This...isn't this Xinnan City?!"
Looking at the three characters written on the plaque on the city gate: Changhe City.
Li Qiye fell into silence.
Xinnan City is the first big city that you pass by when entering the Southern Wilderness. It is also the place where the Qingyun Sect disciples usually stay when they go to Fenxiang Valley.
What the hell is Changhe City?
Without thinking much, Li Moli went into the city to investigate, and was stunned.
Changhe City, the strategic point of the East China Sea, is a relatively large city closest to the East China Sea. If you fly about four or five hundred miles further, you will reach the coast of the East China Sea!
So, lost?!
Mo Li felt a wry smile in his heart. He was born with Taoism and was the genius of the Qingyun Sect. He flew with a sword and got lost on his first trip out!
If this news is reported back to Qingyun Mountain, the brothers in the sect may laugh at him.
But this is also normal. After all, this is Mo Li's first sword-fighting flight and he has traveled so far.
Unlike having a reference object on the ground, Mo Li did not have a radar, so he only flew towards the south based on his intuition. Without reference, it was normal for him to deviate from the route.
He was practicing in Qingyun. It was only a few dozen miles away, and there were seven peaks of Qingyun there, so he wouldn't get lost. But this time he went to the southern wilderness, it was so far away. During the day, there was only one star hanging high in the sky.
On a bright day, there is nothing to judge the direction.
People who actually fly with swords will more or less encounter the problem of getting lost when they go out for the first time.
Tian Buyi purposely did not tell this talented disciple of his.
In life, you will always suffer some losses, encounter some setbacks, and hit a wall, but there is no big harm.
Since it is an experience, naturally he cannot arrange everything as a master.
"Let's go to Changhe City and rest for one night. We will find out the route tomorrow and then make plans."
With this thought in mind, Mo Li found the largest inn in the city, booked a room, and came down to have a meal.
It was lunch time at this moment, and the lobby under the inn was already full of people.
Mo Li casually found a corner seat, ordered a few local side dishes, and ordered a pot of good tea. When the waiter was about to go down excitedly, he suddenly stopped and put a pot of tea on the table.
Small silver ingot.
Qingyun Sect is the largest sect in cultivating immortals in the world, how can it let its disciples lack money?
On weekdays, when practicing magic, disciples from various peaks often travel around to slay demons and drive away ghosts. Since they don't have much money to spend on the peak, they naturally don't have to worry about money.
When Mo Li went out for this trip, Tian Buyi gave him a full thousand taels of silver notes and a dozen taels of broken silver, for fear that Mo Li would worry about these things after he came down from the mountain.
Also, if you want to master the fourth level of Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, it would normally take dozens of years. It takes decades for a disciple to travel down the mountain, so the Qingyun Sect is naturally very generous.
"Hey, young master, what are you..."
The waiter in the shop looked at the small silver ingot and couldn't move his eyes away. He said happily: "Young master, if you have any orders, just tell me."
Who doesn’t like a customer who spends a lot of money?
Especially for the waiters in these shops, they have to deal with customers all day long, and their eyes are the most vicious.
Young men like Mo Li, who are handsome and well-dressed, look like they come from a wealthy family, so they are often very willing to tip.
If you serve well, you can earn more than your monthly salary.
The small silver ingot in front of me is only three taels, and his monthly income is only one tael.
"I just wanted to ask for directions."
Mo Li said warmly: "I want to go to the Shiwanda Mountain in the Southern Wilderness to collect herbs. I wonder how to get there from Changhe City to Xinnan City in the Southern Wilderness?"
Southern wilderness?
The two people who were eating at the table nearby couldn't help but twitch their ears when they heard this word, and looked towards Mo Li.
"Xinnan City, oh, that's more than a thousand miles away!"
The waiter was startled and said: "Sir, I see you are alone. The journey is dangerous. I'm afraid you won't be able to reach that far."
He meant well.
In this world, there are many monsters and ghosts in the wild, there are also jackals blocking the road, and bandits are rampant. If Mo Li were really alone, if he went to the southern wilderness, he was afraid that no bones would be left alive on the way!
It’s just the China of China. The closer we get to the Southern Wilderness, the less smooth the road becomes.
"I still have a guard, but I have to wait until tomorrow to arrive. Just tell me how to go." Li Li made up an excuse casually.
"It's good to have a guard, it's good to have a guard."
The waiter smiled apologetically, thought for a while, and said: "Xinnan City is too far away. I have never been out of Changhe City in my life. Although I heard it from the guests, I don't know how to get there. However, in the south of the city
There are many business travelers coming to the north, so I can go and inquire later and see if I can find a map for you."
When the word "map" came up, the waiter smiled a little shyly, but he stretched out his palm and rubbed his index finger with his thumb.
Mo Li instantly understood this universal gesture for asking for money.
He smiled and said, "Are these enough?"
Instead, he placed several pieces of broken silver on the table. After a rough calculation, he estimated that there were as many as ten taels.
The waiter's eyes immediately shone, he put the money into his arms, and said happily: "Don't worry, sir, I will send you the map later!"
Li Qiye looked at the waiter and took a sip of tea with a smile.
As a cultivator, money is all external possessions. Compared to the map that arrived at Fenxiang Valley, a mere ten taels of silver was nothing.
After a while, he finished his meal, left the lobby, and went back to his room to rest.
But the two people who were eating at the table next to them looked at his disappearing back, their expressions became much more solemn.
Of those two people, one was a big man with a beard, a tall man, and a fleshy face. A ray of blood-colored brilliance flashed from time to time in his eyes, which was extremely strange.
The other one was a pale-faced young man dressed in white, holding a gold-painted folding fan, with an evil look on his face.
"It's strange, why did the disciples of Qingyun Sect come to this East China Sea? Could it be that they discovered the Holy Cult's grand plan?" The burly man frowned.
"Boss, how did you know that he is a disciple of Qingyun Sect?" the evil young man asked in confusion.
Although he could also tell that Mo Li was a monk, it was difficult to determine the sect.
"The Blood Refining Hall and the Qingyun Sect have been entangled in grudges for hundreds of years. I can see those who practice the Xuanqing Way of Tai Chi with my eyes closed!"
The strong man who was called the elder said: "I don't know if this person came here alone, or he is followed by the chief elder of Qingyun Sect. Mr. Lin, in my opinion, it is better for us to evacuate first, inform the Ghost King Sect about what is going on here, and ask them to send
How about someone come to deal with this matter?"
"Invite people from the Ghost King Sect to come?"
A look of disdain appeared on Mr. Lin's face, which was full of evil spirits, and he said: "Boss, if a mere disciple of Qingyun appears, you have to ask the Ghost King Sect to deal with it. With your courage, you still dare to sit as the master of the Blood Refining Hall. I
Look, you might as well let me have it!"
"Master Lin, what do you mean by this?!"
The old man's expression suddenly changed. If he hadn't been afraid of the person behind him, he would have taken action at this time!
"That's what I meant!"
Mr. Lin didn't care about the old man's expression and said to himself: "As we all know, Qingyun Sect disciples will go down the mountain to practice when they reach the level of being able to drive away objects. Just now that boy mentioned Xinnan City, he clearly wanted to go to the Southern Wilderness. Such a person
You, a fledgling disciple of Qingyun, are so afraid of you in old age, no wonder the Blood Refining Hall is in such decline now!"
"you……"
The old man's face turned blue and red in anger at these confrontational words. After a while, he said: "What do you want?!"
"A mere Qingyun disciple who only knows how to repel animals will naturally be killed!"
Mr. Lin said nonchalantly: "Moreover, I think the sword he is carrying seems to be something other than a mortal thing. He should kill people and seize treasures, and then report it to the Ghost King Sect. They attach great importance to the matter in the East China Sea and will definitely clean up the matter."
."
The incident in the East China Sea has been going on for several years. The Ghost King Sect, as the four major sects of the Demon Sect, sent various chakras to search here. However, no one knew what they were searching for. They just knew that they attached great importance to this thing.
There were two branches that were not weak in power and were unwilling to obey the order, so they were secretly annihilated by the Ghost King Sect. Therefore, the elders and other talents would appear in Changhe City.
"That's what Young Master Lin said."
Although the old man does not want to cause trouble, as the other party said, the other party is most likely just an ordinary disciple. Furthermore, the Ghost King Sect stands in front of everything, but there is nothing to be afraid of.
"That's right, if you don't even dare to kill a mere Qingyun disciple, how can you revitalize the Blood Refining Hall?!"
Mr. Lin opened the folding fan, fanned it gently, and said: "Now that the matter is over, let's go back to Kongsang Mountain and search for the bleeding hole you mentioned. If it is really inherited by the predecessors, why worry that our Blood Refining Hall can't
Return to the glory days of the past?”
But on the folding fan, I saw a mountain, a river, and a large roc painted with fine brushwork. The brushwork was so delicate that it looked like the real thing.
…
At night, the bright moon hangs high.
Mo Li is running the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
He has almost completed his cultivation at the ninth level of Yuqing. It will take some time before he can break through to the upper level, perhaps before returning to the mountain.
At that time, he can enter Huanyue Cave Mansion and obtain the inheritance of the Supreme Purity.
When he thought of Huanyue Cave Mansion, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. The Ancient Sword of Zhu Xian was hidden there, and it was unlikely that he would be able to see its true appearance!
Thumb thump...
Outside the room, there were suddenly two rapid footsteps.
Mo Li's heart tightened, his spiritual energy returned to his Dantian, and he stood up to check.
I could see that a gap had been opened at the window, and a black shadow flashed past.
"who?!"
With a thought in his mind, Mo Li chased the person out of the window, but saw a figure disappearing outside the courtyard wall under the bright moon!
Without thinking too much, Li Li caught up, but after climbing over two walls, the black shadow was already blocked in front of a sealed alley.
"Where else do you want to run?!"
Li Li shouted loudly.
"Let me see, where are you escaping to?"
A triumphant voice came from behind, and when Mo Li turned around, he saw two male figures, one was a burly man, and the other was a young man with an evil face.
Fallen into a trap?
Mo Li raised his eyebrows, but he didn't feel any nervousness in his heart.