At the foot of Wudang Mountain, Danjiangkou Market Town is very lively with people coming and going.
It was the end of the year, and the weather was very cold. There had been a heavy snowfall two days earlier. The wind was blowing, and the cold air was biting my bones. No matter how thick and thick the clothes were, it was difficult to completely block the severe cold.
Yin Liting was dressed in a long gown, with a sword at his waist, and his eyes were filled with a relaxed expression. Behind him were two young men, one older and one younger, both of whom were extremely handsome. They were none other than Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji.
The three of them all had a solid foundation in internal energy, so their thin clothes made them stand out in the crowd. However, passers-by recognized them and were not surprised because they were dressed as Wudang disciples.
Who among the people at the foot of Wudang Mountain doesn’t know that there is an old god living on that mountain?!
From time to time, people would poke their heads into the stalls and shops on the roadside to say hello to Yin Liting. Yin Liting responded to them all with a smile. He often came down to buy goods, and he was very familiar with these people.
Looking at the busy market full of New Year atmosphere on the street, Yin Liting suddenly felt emotional and said to himself: "I don't know how Li'er is living outside..."
Unlike Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu, Mo Li was an orphan when he went up the mountain. Therefore, the elders paid more attention to him. After getting along with him for ten years, they all regarded him as a nephew. But this time when he went down the mountain to search for medicine for Yu Daiyan, it was still
It was no wonder that Yin Liting missed him after traveling to a bitter and cold place like the northwest desert for nearly half a year.
"Uncle Six is too worried."
Song Qingshu said with a smile: "Junior Brother Mo's martial arts are so powerful that he is far better than you and me. Even the two leaders of the Kunlun Sect and the Huashan Sect are no match for him. Why don't we just let him run wild in the northwest? How can we live a bad life?
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In the young man's mind, it seems that with martial arts, he can have everything. He has no idea that fighting is the world, but it is not life. Life is three meals a day, firewood, rice, oil and salt, the company of relatives, and greetings.
Yin Liting shook his head and smiled, and said: "When our Young Master Song walks around the world that day, he will know what your sixth uncle and I are thinking now."
"Walking around the world..."
Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji both had longing expressions on their faces. From what they had heard and seen, traveling around the world seemed to be a very beautiful thing. Young men carried swords on their backs, rode the best horses, drank the strongest wine, and enjoyed grudges.
, vigorous and vigorous, among which there are several female heroes as companions, exactly: riding on the rivers and lakes, with one sword, you can live your life.
It's just that the two's martial arts training is still shallow, Song Qingshu can give it to him, it will take three or two years to reach the second-rate level and walk down the mountain, Zhang Wuji still needs some practice.
Looking at the appearance of his two nephews, Yin Liting couldn't help but think of his own adventures in the world when he was young.
Track down the lewd thief, encircle and suppress the devil, and draw your sword to help when you see an injustice on the road...
I have been drunk at the head of the Yellow Crane Tower, I have competed with swords on the bank of the Han River, I have galloped thousands of miles, covered with stars and moon, just for a promise, I have not hesitated to go through fire and water...
only……
Thinking of the seven senior brothers who once traveled the world together, now the third brother Yu Daiyan is lying on the bed and his life is worse than death. Although the fifth brother Zhang Cuishan has a family and a career, he has also gotten into trouble because of it. His son is suffering from a stubborn disease and he is also carrying a burden that everyone in the world wants to know.
Then the big secret of Hou Kuai was that he could not get down from Wudang Mountain, which made Yin Liting sigh endlessly.
How high-spirited and heroic were the Seven Heroes of Wudang back then?
"Speaking of heroes, who is the hero! Although there are many masters in the world today, but one as young as the little sword god Mo Li, so handsome, and so powerful in martial arts..."
The three of them were walking through a teahouse, and the voice of the storyteller inside suddenly woke Yin Liting out of the meeting.
"It's Brother Mo, they're talking about Brother Mo!"
Zhang Wuji said excitedly: "Uncle Six, let's go in and listen."
Li'er?
Yin Liting felt strange. Half a year had passed since the battle on Wudang Mountain. Everyone in the world knew about it. People at the foot of the mountain had long been tired of hearing about it. No matter what they said, it was not about that battle. Could it be that that brat did it again?
What's going on?
Thinking of this, he felt nervous and walked straight into the teahouse, and the two young ones followed him excitedly.
"In the past, there was a battle on Wudang Mountain. Mo Li defeated two masters in a row with a long sword. His sword skills were so superb that he was revered as the little sword god by people in the world. However, he has disappeared in the past six months. Unexpectedly, he went to the Western Regions.
Northwest Wulin has done a lot of great things!"
"Do you know, readers, who is the largest gang in the world today?"
"It's the beggar gang! The beggar gang!"
Everyone responded one after another, and Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu also responded at the top of their lungs.
However, Yin Liting became more and more nervous. Could it be that Li'er and the Beggar Clan were at odds with each other?!
The beggars are not easy to mess with. Nothing will happen to him, right?!
"It's the Beggar Gang!"
The storyteller was stunned and said sternly: "The Beggar Clan has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there have been many heroes and masters throughout the generations. In this generation, the four elders who teach martial arts and enforce the law, and hold bowls and sticks, are all highly skilled in martial arts.
A heroic figure who has been famous in the world for decades is no less impressive than the heads of major sects."
"However, the leaders of this generation of Beggar Clan are even more impressive. The Beggar Clan's world-famous magical power of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The leader of Shi Huolong Shi Clan has extremely profound attainments. He is no different from the four great monks of Shaolin.
, it is said that when he took action, he had a golden dragon in one hand and a silver dragon in the other to choose people and devour them. It was so powerful that people in the world gave him a nickname, called Gold and Silver Palm!"
"Such an outstanding person traveled thousands of miles to lead the four elders of the gang to the northwest to stop Mo Li in front of Yumen Pass!"
Yin Liting was amused after hearing this. This storyteller was clearly telling lies and returning gold and silver dragons...
Wait, who are you trying to stop? Li'er?!
Yin Liting's heart tightened. These five people are not easy people. Will anything happen to Li'er?
"At that time, there were all the heroes in the northwest martial arts world. The four elders of the Beggar Clan took turns fighting Mo Li, but they were defeated by one of them with one sword. Then they fought against Shi Huolong. Gang leader Shi made twelve palm strikes, and this Mo Shaoxia made
After twelve sword blows, Mo Li finally left without any injuries, while Gang Leader Shi Huolong Shi fell to the ground, seriously injured!"
The storyteller sighed with emotion: "It's pitiful that the five masters of the Beggar Clan were all wiped out in one battle. According to the disciples of the Beggar Clan, Shi Huolong is now unconscious and his life and death are unknown. Among the four elders, one is dead, one is disabled, and
The two of them can only lie in bed to recuperate..."
It’s okay as long as it’s okay, it’s okay as long as it’s okay…huh?!
Fight against the five masters of the Beggar Clan and win!
Yin Liting was shocked by the news. He knew that Shi Huolong was very skilled in palm skills. Only with his palm skills, few people in the world could beat him. The four elders were also difficult to deal with, and he also fought with them.
I have dealt with one!
Although Li'er has excellent swordsmanship, he has no chance of winning in a round-robin battle with these five people!
He didn't know that Mo Li had practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu and had broken through the Ren and Du Meridians. His internal strength was deeper and his endurance was far better than half a year ago.
"Eliminate the five masters of the Beggar Clan in one battle! How awesome!"
Zhang Wuji said excitedly with a small face: "Our Wudang swordsmanship is truly unparalleled in the world. Uncle Liu, I will also learn swordsmanship when I go back!"
Yin Liting ignored him, and all he could think about was: We are in big trouble!
There are disciples of the Beggar Clan all over the world, how can they be trivial?!
He didn't care about buying goods and said urgently: "Let's go back to the mountain with me!"
The two little ones were very interested in hearing this and followed him out reluctantly. As they walked, they reluctantly looked back at the storyteller.
However, the three of them had just stepped out of the teahouse when they suddenly saw a young man in a green shirt standing in the distance.
He stood quietly under the tree, looking at a couplet in the shop next to him with his hands behind his hands. He had a sword on his waist, a tall body, a calm demeanor, and a warm smile on his face.
At this time, in the snow, the market was noisy, but an inexplicable tranquility emanated from the young man in front of him, as if he had integrated into the world, it was the fresh wind blowing, the pure white snow,
The withered green trees give people a faint feeling of tranquility.
"Uncle Six, long time no see."
The young man spoke, and the smile between his brows and eyes became even wider.
"Li...Li'er?"
Yin Liting looked shocked. He never expected that he would meet Mo Li here just after hearing the news.
He looked incomprehensible and said: "Have you made another breakthrough in your martial arts?"
"I have earned a little outside the customs." Li Moli replied humbly.
However, the next moment, what greeted him was a sudden shudder from Yin Liting.
Suddenly, the image of a superior person that Li Li had painstakingly maintained was shattered. He covered his forehead and said with an aggrieved look, "Uncle Six, why did you hit me?"
I saw the Wudang Yin Six Heroes saying in anger and concern: "You stinky boy, you have caused such a big disaster without saying a word. The beggar gang bullies the small ones, so you are not afraid of losing your life?
Why are you so reckless and don't send us a letter asking us to go to support you? Were there any injuries?"