In a house in Dazhu Peak, Zhang Xiaofan clutched his chest and felt very uncomfortable. In front of him, stood a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and tall, with extraordinary heroic demeanor. Who else could he be if he wasn't Mo Li?
Today he received a slap from Tian Buyi. Although it was not serious, the injury was serious and it would take at least half a month to recover.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaofan has a character that does not hold grudges. Instead, he has a sinister male protagonist, and he has already made up his mind to leave the house.
"Senior brother, I...can I defeat him?"
Zhang Xiaofan did not have much confidence and said: "Everyone says that he is a proud man of heaven. He has been able to wield a sword for more than three years on the mountain. I...I have only reached the third level now..."
His temperament has been somewhat dull since he was a child, and since he went up the mountain, Tian Buyi has been very harsh on his disciples and has not given much encouragement to him, which has severely damaged his self-confidence.
In his mind, he was just an ordinary disciple with mediocre qualifications. He thought that one day he would be able to step into the realm of expelling objects and let Tian Buyi take a high look, which would be extremely remarkable. How could he have thought that one day he could be compared with Lin Jingyu?
"So what's the point? We still have one and a half years, which is more than enough."
Li Qihao smiled and said: "As long as I help you, let alone Lin Jingyu, even Qi Hao will never be your opponent in the future."
He meant it.
Zhang Xiaofan has good qualifications, but what is even more rare is his perseverance. As long as he is trained properly, he will definitely shine in the future and bring glory to the Qingyun family.
Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and remained silent, obviously not quite believing that he could achieve this level, even though he had already cultivated Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao to the third level in three years.
Li Qiye smiled. Many things are like this. If you don't see the final result, who knows what you will do in the end?
He took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and said: "This rhubarb pill was specially sent to me by Master. It has a miraculous effect on healing wounds. Please take it soon."
Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a moment, took the porcelain bottle, poured out a soybean-sized elixir and swallowed it. After a moment, he felt a warmth first rising from his dantian, and then spreading to his limbs and the top of his head. His whole body felt warm and comfortable, even his chest.
The vague pain also disappeared.
He was surprised and happy. He stood up and moved his body. Sure enough, everything was as usual, and the elixir was incredibly effective. He was so happy that he quickly said to Mo Li, "Thank you, senior brother."
"You kid, you should thank Master."
Li Qiye smiled and said, "Don't blame Master for what happened today."
Zhang Xiaofan was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, it's all my fault. I made him angry..."
"You did make Master angry."
Li Li sighed and said: "Master, what a proud and arrogant person. Looking at the Qingyun Seven Peaks, up and down, how many people are higher than him? But you are in the Shoujing Hall, in our Dazhu Peak
The territory has caused Master to lose a lot of face, so it’s no wonder that Master can’t hold back his anger.”
Zhang Xiaofan was silent again.
After all, he was still young, not deeply involved in the world, and his thoughts were simple.
It was just a joke with his childhood friend, but it ended up like this. For him, he never expected it.
He said: "It's my fault."
Mo Li said: "Okay, this matter has been exposed, so we won't talk about who is right and who is wrong."
"If you want to make Master happy, then practice hard and defeat Lin Jingyu head-on at Qimai Huiwu. This is the right thing to do."
"I……"
Just when Zhang Xiaofan was about to say that he was no match for Lin Jingyu, he saw Mo Li waving his hands and saying, "Don't talk. Listen to me. You must memorize this recipe carefully."
At that moment, he read out the first volume of the Book of Heaven word by word. He repeated this four or five times, but Zhang Xiaofan knew it by heart.
"This is a technique I accidentally acquired when I went down the mountain to visit Fenxiang Valley. It is a mutual reference with our Qingyun Sect's Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao. It is of great benefit to my practice."
Li Li said with some expectation: "I hope I can see a different junior brother when I return to the mountain this time."
After practicing hard for several years, Zhang Xiaofan has already known the preciousness of practicing the secrets. The secrets and secrets such as the Heavenly Book are no less profound than those of the Xuanqing Tao of Tai Chi.
After just listening to it a few times, he felt that the flow of spiritual power in his body was faintly speeding up, and everything was clearly understood in his mind.
"Senior brother..."
Zhang Xiaofan's face was full of gratitude and he said: "I will definitely practice hard and won't let you down!"
"good."
Li Qiye didn't say anything more, patted the other party's shoulder lightly and said, "Take care of yourself."
Zhang Xiaofan nodded and said: "Brother, walk slowly."
Li Mo Li nodded and walked towards the door. Soon, he reached the height of Dazhu Peak.
Looking up at the endless sea of clouds and the majestic Seven Peaks of Qingyun, Mo Li felt a flash of nostalgia in his heart, but then a crimson light soared into the sky, carrying him and disappearing without a trace.
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Heyang City, Shanhaiyuan.
This is the most prosperous restaurant in Heyang City. It's almost noon and it's already full of guests.
When Mo Li went in to eat, the waiter searched for a while and found an empty table for him in a corner.
"Sir, what would you like to eat?" the waiter asked kindly.
"When you come to Shanhaiyuan, how can you not order the 'Steamed Fish'?" Mo Li said with a smile.
When the waiter heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said: "My lord, you are really an expert, and you also know that our Shanhaiyuan's 'Steamed Sleeping Fish' is a dish that is very famous for hundreds of miles around."
Li Qiye nodded and said: "For the rest of the dishes, pick up two or three specialties and serve them with a pot of good tea."
To wield a sword, one does not drink; to drink, one does not wield a sword.
People who travel far away from home should naturally avoid these things.
"Okay, one portion of steamed fish, three side dishes, and a pot of good tea!"
The waiter yelled at the top of his voice, and someone took down the name of the dish and sent it to the kitchen.
But at this moment, only a cold female voice was heard saying: "Nonsense, this sleepy fish is a specialty of Zhugou Mountain in the south. It is thousands of miles away from here. How can it be transported here? Aren't you a liar from this store?
?”
The two of them were startled by the sound and couldn't help but turn their heads and look over.
I could see three people sitting on a table not far away, one woman and two men. The woman was wearing a lavender dress and her face was covered with a gauze. Her face could not be seen clearly, but the exposed skin was snow-white;
The two men were both dressed as scribes. One had a fair face and was extremely kind, while the other had a hint of majesty between his brows.
Needless to say, the speaker was the woman in the purple skirt.
The waiter smiled apologetically and said: "What this guest said is true, but you don't know. A hundred years ago, this sleeping fish was indeed unique to the Zhugou Mountains in the south. But later, Daoxuan of the Qingyun Sect passed by the Zhugou Mountains and specially named this sleeping fish.
It was moved back and placed in the flood waters of Qingyun Mountain. Not only is it alive now, but it is gradually prospering. We owe this blessing to Immortal Daoxuan of Qingyun Mountain!"
After hearing the name of Immortal Qingyun Daoxuan, the three people looked a little strange.
The white-faced scholar said with a smile: "Okay little sister, it's just a piece of fish, why make such a fuss."
Another middle-aged scribe with a majestic face arched his hand towards Mo Li from afar, and then picked up the teacup as a sign of respect.
Li Qiye also nodded towards them. Apart from being vaguely curious about the face of the masked woman, he had no other thoughts.
Shanhaiyuan serves food very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, all the fish and other dishes were in front of him. After walking for half a day, Mo Li's stomach was already empty, and he started to feast on it.
The taste of the dishes is beyond words, it is first-class and wonderful, otherwise Shanhewan would not be famous in the city of Heyang.
Especially the steamed fish, which is fragrant, tender and sweet, making people intoxicated.
While Mo Li was eating something delicious, the voices of people talking at the tables next to him attracted his attention.
The people at the table were all dressed as businessmen, and they must have traveled a long way.
A bearded man said: "In one month, it will be Marshal Lu's fiftieth birthday. I don't know if you and I will have time to rush to the capital to celebrate his birthday."
A younger man smiled and said: "Brother Zhang, don't panic. I have already prepared for this. I have already asked my wife to carry the birthday gifts for you and my family. Even if our brothers fail to return in time from this trip, it will not hurt."
Lu Shuai, the original Lu General Lu Jiu, Lu Xueqi’s father?
Li Li was stunned for a moment, remembering the original scene.
If he hadn't escorted the other party to the capital and never left him along the way, he would not have gotten to know Master Shuiyue through him, nor would he have been accepted into Qingyun's sect because of Master Shuiyue. It can be said that the other party had a great debt to him.
When it was his birthday, he naturally wanted to visit him to congratulate him.
Mo Li's heart moved, but he thought of the Incense Valley incident again. Perhaps, this is cause and effect, and what is owed to others must be repaid eventually, otherwise the Taoist heart will be blocked, which will naturally hinder the practice.
Although he gave the Albizia Bell to Lu Xueqi, he really never repaid Lu Jiu.
Vaguely, he remembered the other party's ambition, which was to pacify the Northern invaders and bring peace to the world.
I wonder if his ambition has been realized after so many years?
Thousands of thoughts came to Mo Li's mind, and suddenly he heard someone sneer: "I'm afraid it will be a restless birthday for Commander Lu. The Great Khan of the Golden Horde has sent the living Buddha south to the capital in order to harm Commander Lu. I can't say Commander Lu is doing this."
His fiftieth birthday is the day of his death!"
Mo Li had heard the name of Beidi Living Buddha when he first came to this world. He was actually a top-notch master in the martial arts world. He was as respected as the National Master and others who died in his hands. If he attempted to assassinate him, Lu Jiu would be dead
Amid heavy protection, I'm afraid it's still very dangerous.
"You are so presumptuous, how dare you curse Commander Lu!"
The bearded man had a bad temper. He slapped the table and stood up, shouting curses.
His companion said: "Commander Lu has worked hard in the past five years. Not only did he repulse the barbarian armies in northern Xinjiang several times, he also went deep into the northwest desert, plowed the courtyards and swept holes, killing the barbarians in fear. He has done great merit for the people of the world. You guys are like this
Can slander be worthy of one's own conscience?!"
Everyone eating in the lobby had angry faces. It was obvious that what this man said was true. Lu Shuai was very popular.
As for the man who just sneered, he was not afraid when he saw it. Instead, he pointed at his forehead and said, "Why, you can only allow Lu Jiu to assassinate me and send me into exile, but you are not allowed to scold him?"
"Besides, the one who wants to kill him is the Great Khan of the Golden Horde. Let's see what I do. If you have the guts to kill that Living Buddha, kill that Great Khan!"
He had the word "prison" tattooed on his forehead. He presumably had a grudge against Lu Jiu. Although his words were not pleasant to listen to, the truth was there. The person who killed was a living Buddha, so what did it have to do with him?
Everyone looked at him angrily, but they couldn't help but beat their hearts. If it was really the Living Buddha, no one in the world could control him.
Since the national master and the sword god died inexplicably and tragically while intercepting Lu Jiu on his way to the capital a few years ago, no more great masters have been born in the Chinese martial arts world. Now, there is only one demon queen left who can deal with the Living Buddha. But this person
He belongs to the Demon Sect and has a grudge against the imperial court. It would be a good thing not to add insult to injury, let alone help Lu Jiu fight against the Living Buddha?
Li Li listened to everyone's discussion and looked at their faces, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.
Since joining Qingyun, he has been disconnected from the world and the world. In the past, everything he saw and heard was how to cultivate Taoism and become an immortal. The people he made friends with were also high-ranking monks, and they rarely interfered in the world of mortals.
But today in this mountain and river garden, hearing people talking about the Beilu and the rivers and lakes, he couldn't help but go back to the past, those prosperous days when he could dominate the world with a sword in his hand.
It's just that the past is gone, and he can't go back after all.
Although the incident at Fenxiang Valley was long gone, there was no need to rush. However, Lu Jiu's life was probably in danger right now.
Mo Li thought for a while, then stood up, walked to the two merchants, and said, "Two of you are invited. Look at the appearance of the two of you. You think they are businessmen traveling far away. Have you ever misjudged me?"
The two people saw that the person who came up to talk to him was a sword-bearing young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with handsome features, extraordinary heroic spirit, and a gentle smile on his face, and they couldn't help feeling a little good in their hearts.
The bearded man said: "My little brother has good eyesight. My two brothers are planning to go south to buy some medicinal materials. I wonder what happened to my little brother?"
"There's nothing else. I just heard what you two just said about Commander Lu's birthday. I want to go to the capital to congratulate you, but I don't have a map. I wonder if the two eldest brothers can sell me a map?"
Li Qiye smiled.
Although he flies fast with his sword, he always needs a map to guide him. He has never been to the capital city. If he goes there rashly, he is afraid that he will get lost like the last time he went down the mountain.
"That's what happened."
The bearded man smiled, found a roll of maps from the bag, and said, "Since I am congratulating Commander Lu, this can be considered a gift from the two of us to my little brother."
"How can this be so embarrassing?"
Mo Li waved his hands repeatedly, and the three of them pushed and shoved each other, and finally ended up with Mo Li leaving twenty taels of silver.
He left the restaurant with the map, but the woman in purple sitting beside him was moved and said: "Sect Master, this guy looks like a disciple of Qingyun."
The white-faced scholar smiled and said: "The sword he is carrying is definitely extraordinary. He must have a lot of background. The old Poison God and his friends have been planning in Northern Xinjiang for a long time. Don't let this kid hit you."
The middle-aged scribe looked at Mo Li's leaving figure and said calmly: "That is Wan Du Sect's own business. What does it have to do with us? Our top priority is to find Liubo Mountain."