The host was full of things on his mind and was naturally embarrassed to talk loudly, but the guests saw through it but did not tell it, and secretly laughed in their hearts.
Mo Li was the only one who was already hungry due to a fierce battle during the day, so he started to feast there.
I have to say that the chefs in the Yang Mansion are very good at cooking. Whether it was the peach cake just now or the banquet at this time, they were all first-class delicacies.
Yang's father ate a few chopsticks hastily and then stopped eating. Song Yuanqiao and the other two were also very discerning and stopped early. Mo Li was the only one who suddenly and without realizing it, faced Yang's father's disgusted eyes and ate a full belly.
, then put down the bowls and chopsticks.
Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Yang's father said: "Today the Wudang heroes came to the humble house, which was originally a great thing to do. However, due to the poisoning incident in my house, I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain them anymore.
I'm really sorry."
Are you trying to chase away guests? This is different from the extremely enthusiastic Father Yang before...
Mo Li murmured in his heart, after all, when he came to Yang's house before, Yang's father and mother were very eager to him.
Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou were both old martial artists, so they naturally knew that the other would have no shame in staying with them. At that moment, Song Yuanqiao laughed and said: "Brother Yang, you're too polite, but it's us who have disturbed your mansion. I will go to Hubei when I have time in the future. I, Wudang
Everyone should sweep their couches to welcome you."
The two exchanged a few polite words and then bowed and said goodbye.
After seeing Father Yang, Mo Li said: "Uncle Yang feels strange today, not quite the same as before."
Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou looked at each other and smiled, and Yu Lianzhou said: "I looked at the Yang family with great enthusiasm, but you kid, your eyesight is a little bit worse."
"My eyesight is poor?" Li Li was stunned for a moment.
Song Yuanqiao smiled and said: "Okay, don't mention this matter again. Li'er has his own fate. This place is quite close to the Quanzhen Sect ruins. We finally made it to Zhongnan and we must pay homage to the ruins of our predecessors.
"
"Exactly, this was the largest sect in the world in the past, and its reputation was much louder than Shaolin's today."
Yu Lianzhou said: "Master often said that our Wudang inherits Quanzhen's legacy. Now that we are here, we always have to pay homage."
When Zhang Sanfeng was young, the Quanzhen Sect took care of him a lot, and Qiu Chuji also taught him kung fu. He even witnessed the Quanzhen Sect at Nuo University from prosperity to decline. Naturally, he often mentioned this great sect when teaching his disciples.
Wudang was accustomed to activities in the south of the Yangtze River and rarely traveled to the north. When Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou came here, they naturally wanted to see the ruins of their predecessors.
"The Quanzhen ruins are nearby. I went there to worship half a year ago. Master, second uncle, please come with me."
Mo Li excitedly led the way.
The three of them were all masters who had reached the ultimate level of skill. The rugged mountain road was not worth mentioning to them. However, after just a cup of tea, the three of them crossed the mountain path and arrived at the former site of Quanzhen.
After hundreds of years, the once continuous Taoist temples and palaces here have long been reduced to ruins.
Countless weeds and trees have grown in the area, burying all the once towering pavilions and palaces. Only a few ruins can vaguely glimpse the glory of the Quanzhen Sect in the past.
Looking at the lush greenery all over the ground, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but sigh and said: "Unexpectedly, it is difficult to find the original site of the largest sect in the world in the past. In a few decades, I'm afraid there will be no trace of it.
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Yu Lianzhou nodded and sighed: "So many romances in ancient and modern times have been blown away by the rain and wind. I don't know what will happen to Wudang..."
Although the Wudang Sect is now the largest sect in the world, Zhang Sanfeng is already old after all. Once he is gone, who knows whether Wudang will make the same mistakes as the Quanzhen Sect in the future?
Li Li knew that Wudang in the future would be a sacred place of martial arts that is jointly known as Shaolin and has continuous inheritance. He smiled and said: "Master and second uncle, please rest assured that my Wudang will definitely last forever and continue to inherit!"
"Who can say accurately about the affairs of the world?"
Song Yuanqiao sighed and said seriously: "Li'er, I came here to pay homage to this Quanzhen site. Firstly, I respect the sages of the Quanzhen Religion, and secondly, I want to say a few words to you. You have extraordinary talents and high martial arts skills."
, Logically speaking, a teacher shouldn’t worry about you, but now a teacher has to worry about you!”
"Master, what did my disciple do wrong?" Li Li couldn't help but ask.
Song Yuanqiao shook his head and said: "The few times you have been down the mountain, whether it is the Beggar Clan or the Ming Cult, you have done very well, but the only thing is that you love to show off too much!"
"Whether it was a duel with the masters of the Beggar Clan or an appointment with Yang Xiao, you never discussed with me what to do if something happened? You should know that there is a mountain high, and it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands.
You were plotted like your third uncle that day, so how did your master explain to your dead parents? Did you know that when the news of your appointment with the Ming Cult spread back to Wudang, how worried would your master and us be about you?"
Although there were accusations in his words, the love and care in them was beyond words, and Mo Li couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he heard it.
Yu Lianzhou said: "Li'er, don't blame your master for being verbose. Look at the Quanzhen Sect. It's such a big sect that it's gone. Your master also cares about you. If something happens to you in the future, especially someone like Yang Xiao."
You must not make impulsive decisions on matters, you must discuss them with us. You must remember that you are a disciple of Wudang, no matter what you do, your master, master and us will support you!"
"Yes, Second Uncle, disciple, I have remembered it." Li Li nodded and responded.
"You are old too. I won't say much else as a teacher. I just hope you will remember to be more cautious in the future and don't act alone." Song Yuanqiao warned again.
Mo Li responded repeatedly with a gentle attitude.
Song Yuanqiao didn't say anything after seeing this. When the young eagle grew up, it should have its own world, especially for a talented person like Mo Li. He couldn't interfere in everything.
He said: "It's getting late, it's time for us to set off back to the mountain, let's go."
"Master."
Li Li called out and saluted, "I'm sorry that I can't just go back to the mountain. I have to go to Kunlun."
"Kunlun?!"
Song Yuanqiao raised his eyebrows and said, "You are going to look for trouble with the Ming Cult. There is the main forum of the Ming Cult, and there are many masters there."
"Exactly, Li'er, don't be impulsive. In the Ming Cult, not only are there powerful people, but there are also countless followers. It's really too dangerous for you to go to Guangmingding alone." Yu Lianzhou also advised.
"Master, second uncle..."
Seeing the misunderstanding between the two, Li Li couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "This disciple just wants to go to Kunlun to find a magical medicine. It may be able to cure Junior Brother Wuji's injury. Why is he looking for trouble from the Ming Cult..."
When the two of them heard this, they immediately felt relieved. Song Yuanqiao said: "In that case, you can go ahead and remember not to cause trouble. It doesn't matter, if we go south or north, someone will always bump into your uncle Liu."