In the Chenghuang Temple three miles outside the city, four old beggars in tattered clothes were leaning lazily in the corner.
Although the northwest wind is biting, these four people are barefooted and have many holes in their thin clothes. They are obviously masters who have cultivated their internal strength to the point where they are immune to cold and heat.
The big man with a wine nose saw the four people from a distance, and felt happy. He looked back and saw a vast expanse of white in the wind and snow behind him. There was no human figure anywhere. He was even more proud: This boy was just starting out, except for swordsmanship.
Besides, the other martial arts may not be that great either.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Are you looking for me?"
When the big man heard this, his whole body tensed up, and he suddenly looked back, only to see a figure of a man in white clothes beside the four named Hua.
What a brilliant qinggong!
The wine-nosed man's heart trembled, and he finally did not dare to have the slightest bit of contempt for the young and outrageous man in front of him.
He cupped his hands and said, "Shi Huolong of the Beggar Clan, pay your respects to Mr. Mo."
The person coming was none other than Mo Li.
After he broke through the governorship that day, he said goodbye to the government and returned south with his harvest. He traveled during the day and practiced at night. After traveling for about half a month, he finally entered the pass.
However, when he stepped into Yumen Pass, someone invited him to meet him. He was secretly surprised that someone knew his whereabouts. It wasn't until he saw four old beggars here that he knew they were from the Beggar Clan.
It’s no wonder. The Beggar Clan has the best information among all the sects in the world. How can it be so difficult to find him?
But this was what Li Li had taken for granted. There were thousands of miles of yellow sand outside the pass, sparsely populated areas, and the footprints of the Beggar Clan disciples were so small. However, Shi Huolong waited for him here for more than a month before squatting him down.
"Leader of the Shi Huolong Shi Gang, I have long admired your name!"
Mo Li bowed, looked at the old beggars, and said with a smile: "You specially invited Mo to come here, you must be here for the few people from your gang who died under Mo's sword a few months ago."
Shi Huolong and the four old beggars were shocked. They had thought that it would take a lot of talking to get this famous young hero to admit the crime he had committed, but they did not expect that the other party would come forward and expose it.
Those four old beggars are the leader of the Beggar Clan, the head of the Beggar Clan, the leader of the bowl, the cudgel, and the law enforcement elder. They are the four highest-ranking people in the Beggar Clan, below Shi Huolong.
The law enforcement elder shouted sternly: "Since you admit it, there is no need to say more. You wantonly killed the disciples of our gang. Even if you are powerful in Wudang, you must give an explanation to our gang today!"
"Yes, our disciples must not die in vain!" Elder Chuan Gong replied.
The five people in this group are all masters of the older generation in the world. Normally, it would be extremely difficult for people to see one of them, but today, five people came together, gathered in this small Chenghuang Temple, and questioned Mo Li.
If someone else were here, he would have been frightened and overwhelmed by the opponent's aura, but Mo Li's expression was as calm as usual.
On Wudang Mountain, Mo Li was not afraid of the scene where thousands of heroes gathered in Zhenwu Square to besiege Wudang, let alone these five old beggars.
He stroked the long sword gently and said with a smile: "So, do you guys want to get an explanation from Mo?"
"Exactly!"
The elder Chuan Gong said coldly: "Killing the disciples of our gang indiscriminately, even if Master Zhang is here, I can't protect you. For the sake of Wudang and our Beggar Gang being both well-known and upright sects, we don't want your life, as long as you stand up
Make an oath not to take a step in Wudang for thirty years, and this matter will be settled!"
"Your Excellency, you really have a good plan!"
Li Li shook his head and said: "But I'm afraid that Mo will not be able to accept this oath. If I can't get down the mountain, my words don't count. If you really want to seek justice, why don't you just go to Wudang Mountain with Mo and ask my master in person?"
How about a breakdown?"
If he agrees to this condition and Wudang Nuo becomes famous, he may become a stepping stone for the Beggar Clan!
"you……"
The expressions on the faces of several old beggars were ugly. If they had the courage to go to Wudang, why would they send out so many people to block Li Li?
There was a big battle in Zhenwu Square, but the four major factions joined forces and were defeated. The Beggar Gang has been in decline for a long time since the Xiangyang War. How can they compete with the four major factions?
"Today Mo Shaoxia has to agree even if he agrees, and he has to agree even if he doesn't agree!"
Shi Huolong said loudly: "No one can kill Beggar Clan disciples without paying the price. Since Mo Shaoxia doesn't want to stay on Wudang Mountain, we have no choice but to ask Shaoxia Mo to live on the main helm of Junshan Mountain for thirty years."
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He is not afraid of the Wudang sect coming down to look for trouble with their Beggar Gang. The so-called gentleman can bully them, and with the power of the Beggar Gang, the murder of seven disciples will be exposed in the world. Wudang is concerned about its reputation and will never force it.
Come on, who will dare to look down upon their gang of beggars?!
Li Li frowned slightly and said, "Don't you really know what your disciples have done?"
Zhangbo Longtou looked calm as he said, "No matter what they did, they are still disciples of the Beggar Clan. You will have to pay the price for killing me, a disciple of the Beggar Clan!"
This is what we know. With the power of the Beggar Clan, how could we not be able to investigate the affairs of those disciples for such a long time?
This is a deliberate attempt to establish authority over oneself!
Mo Li understood in his heart, but the smile on his face grew stronger. He held the hilt of the sword in his hand and said softly: "Now that you know, tell me, should they die?"
"How can it be decided by Your Excellency whether you should die or not?" Elder Chuan Gong said angrily.
Zheng!
Before he finished speaking, the long sword in Mo Li's palm suddenly unsheathed, and everyone saw a silver lightning cut through the void, and the sword energy was cold and bone-piercing!
The Chuan Gong elder's pupils shrank, he drew his sword and headed towards Mo Li.
The rest of the people were about to help when they heard a soft sound of "dang". The long sword in the palm of Elder Chuan Gong was split into two pieces. He only felt an infinite force coming, and the tiger's mouth was shattered.
In an instant, a cold sword edge was placed across his neck. The fear of death suddenly caused a layer of white hair sweat to break out all over his body!
When the people who were about to take action saw this, their attack stopped in mid-air!
"Let him go!" Shi Huolong said urgently.
Li Qiye did not answer. The black and white mottled sword blade moved inward with a slight force, already scratching the skin of the Chuan Gong elder, and the blood immediately seeped out. He said again: "Do you think those people should be dead?"
The lips of the elder Chuan Gong trembled slightly. Under the fear of death, few would not give in.
He closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Dang... die!"
Li Qiye laughed, kicked him aside, and said with a smile: "I thought he was going to die, so I wonder what the purpose of your beggar gang is to look for Mo?!"
The Chuan Gong elder was kicked so hard that blood spurted out and he fainted immediately.
"What a divine sword!"
Shi Huolong said: "Mo, you relied on the sharpness of your weapon to launch a sneak attack and threatened the elders of my gang. You are really despicable. I, the Beggar Gang, will never be friendly with you today!"
There are all masters in his gang. Even if there is one missing elder, there are still four first-class masters in the world. The power of joining forces means that even the top masters can avoid being sharp for a while, so they can naturally speak with confidence.