When Mo Li heard these three words, his heart suddenly trembled!
Of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, there are only five left. The third among them was paralyzed before Li Li went up the mountain, while the fifth was completely missing while Li Li went up the mountain to recuperate.
In the past ten years, no matter how many people in Wudang searched for all kinds of elixirs and traveled across thousands of rivers and mountains, the paralysis of the third child Yu Daiyan could not be cured, and there was no news about the fifth child Zhang Cuishan.
Unexpectedly, this person suddenly returned to Wudang without saying a word!
Zhang Cuishan!
Thinking of this name that Zhang Sanfeng often said on his lips, Li Mo Li calmed down and strode towards Zixiao Palace.
In the Zixiao Palace, except Yu Daiyan who was paralyzed in bed, everyone else was there.
When Mo Li entered, he found that the atmosphere inside was very bad. A pair of strange young men and women were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. In front of them, lying a boy of about ten years old, his face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were faintly blue.
It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
"Master, please show mercy and save Wuji..."
"Zhenzhen Zhang, please save my child..."
The appearance and temperament of the man and woman were both ordinary, but at this moment, their faces were full of panic, and they were kneeling on the ground, already lost in thought.
The young man lay there, moaning silently, in great pain.
Zhang Sanfeng's face was very ugly. He hadn't seen his beloved disciple for many years. He didn't expect that when they met, he would be in such a situation. Even though he had practiced Taoism for a long time, he couldn't help but feel angry. Someone dared to disturb him on the top of Wudang Mountain!
He said: "Please tell me what happened."
"There was a disturbance by Mongolian soldiers on the road, and some masters were among them. They kidnapped Wuji. I chased him hard, but by the time I got back, Wuji was already like this..."
Zhang Cuishan looked ashamed and blamed himself. Yu Lianzhou, who came down from the mountain to take care of him, also looked ugly. Yin Susu was sobbing quietly on the side, feeling very sorry for what happened to her son.
"Mongolian soldiers?"
Zhang Sanfeng frowned, but he didn't see any movement. He was already beside Zhang Cuishan.
"You two get up first, I'll take a look at Wuji first before talking."
He helped the two of them up and then reached for Zhang Wuji's arm. However, as soon as he touched the skin, he felt a biting chill coming from him, as if he was touching a piece of cold ice.
"This is……"
His heart sank, he looked at Zhang Wuji's face carefully, and then lifted up his robe, only to see a green palm print on Zhang Wuji's vest.
"Xuanming Divine Palm!" Zhang Sanfeng said in surprise, with an ugly expression on his face.
"Master, can you save me?" Zhang Cuishan said hopefully.
Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a while and said: "Thirty years ago, the Taoist Baishu who died in the hands of the old Taoist used this skill. The vicious power of this palm is rare in the world. The old Taoist can only say that he gave it a try.
"
After saying this, he lifted Zhang Wuji up and pressed his palms against his vest. The strong zhenqi immediately penetrated his body and went straight to where his cold poison was.
He has practiced Qi intensively for nearly a hundred years, and it is comparable to a panacea. No matter how many injuries he has, as long as he breathes, the Qi will immediately improve. In the past, Mo Li was injured in the internal organs, and the medicine and stone were ineffective, because he survived. However, at this time
For Zhang Wuji, it had the opposite effect!
I saw Zhang Wuji's face turning from white to blue, from green to purple, his whole body was shaking continuously, his moans were getting faster and faster, and he was clearly in extreme pain!
Zhang Cuishan said anxiously, anyone could tell that the situation was not right.
Zhang Sanfeng let out another long sigh and said: "The Xuan Ming Cold Poison is already integrated with Wuji's internal organs. If the old Taoist wants to forcefully drive it away, he is afraid of the child's life..."
Everyone naturally understood what Zhang Sanfeng meant. It was not that this invincible martial arts master could not get rid of the cold poison, but that he was afraid of hurting Zhang Wuji!
"Then...that's impossible?!"
Yin Susu said in a trembling voice, her jade face full of eagerness.
"Have to try again."
Zhang Sanfeng looked at everyone in the hall, and when he saw Mo Li, he nodded slightly and said: "Lianzhou, Songxi, Li'er, you three will work with the old Taoist to heal Wuji's injuries."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It was okay for Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi to heal their injuries, but why did they include a third-generation disciple among them?
Also present were Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu!
"Master, Li'er has only been practicing for a long time and his skills may not be sufficient. Why don't you let me..."
"You are the head disciple, and you have to take charge of the affairs of the sect."
Zhang Sanfeng interrupted Song Yuanqiao's words and said: "It's no longer necessary to delay. Let's follow the old way and do our best."
Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu looked at each other. Even if they don't let the boss go, they have to go. What does it mean to let Mo Li go?
But soon, they understood what Zhang Sanfeng meant.
The four people stepped forward, each taking a position. Following Zhang Sanfeng's order, they each stretched out their hands to touch a key point on Zhang Wuji's body, and then used all their energy to circulate the whole body's energy!
The mysterious cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body immediately divided into four strands and spread towards the four people!
As the cold poison continued to flow towards the four of them, Zhang Wuji's little face gradually regained its rosy complexion, and his body gradually became warmer.
And the four of them have activated the Pure Yang Wuji Kung to the extreme, and waves of scorching hot breath are emanating from around them. The four of them are like four blazing furnaces of flames, scorching the entire hall with intense heat.
Everyone present had a high level of internal energy, and they were all sweating profusely!
"This this……"
Zhang Cuishan stared at Mo Li and couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.
Among the four furnaces, the heat emitted by Mo Li was only slightly inferior to that of Yu Lianzhou, but much better than Zhang Songxi!
You should know what kind of people Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi are. Their names have long been spread throughout the martial arts world, and they are recognized as first-class masters in the world!
Among them, Yu Lianzhou is even more remarkable. Among the Seven Heroes, he ranks first in martial arts. He is a top figure who can fight against the four great monks of Shaolin Temple without losing!
A young boy, barely a few years older than their son, actually has such profound inner strength?!
Song Yuanqiao and the other three were also shocked. Although they had known that Mo Li had extraordinary qualifications and strong martial arts, ranking among the best among the three generations of disciples, they never expected that Mo Li's internal strength would be so deep!
"Senior brother, you really have gained a good disciple..."
Yin Liting said to Song Yuanqiao, with a wry smile on his face.
Song Yuanqiao was also a little at a loss. He personally taught Mo Li martial arts in the first two years he came to the mountain. However, after Zhang Sanfeng knew Mo Li's qualifications, he trained him personally in the next few years. Therefore, as his master, today is also his first
For once, he learned about Mo Li's true cultivation level.
Mo Shenggu sighed: "Looking at Li'er's appearance, I'm afraid it's only one step away from defeating Governor Ren and reaching the top."
"How is this possible in the ultimate state? How old is he...?" Zhang Cuishan said in disbelief.