The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 115 Lama
Late at night, the bright moon hangs high.

On the mass grave three miles away from most of the capital, there was a young man in green shirt holding a long sword.

The young man's features were handsome and heroic, but there was a look of guilt and pain on his brows, who else could it be if it wasn't Li Li?

But he saw that he inserted the Meridian Sword into the soil and rocks, set up three wine bowls, lit three sticks of incense, filled the wine bowls, and then knelt down in front of the sword.

"Uncle Six, Li'er is here to toast you."

Li Li picked up a bowl of wine and slowly spilled it on the ground, his eyes gradually turned red.

He muttered to himself: "It's because Li'er wasn't thoughtful enough. When you were attacked on Mount Zhongnan back then, Li'er shouldn't have let you go on the road alone. I should have thought of it earlier!"

The guilty expression on his face became more and more intense, and he said: "That bastard Cheng Kun, he took refuge in the Tartars in his early years and designed the third uncle. Now that he has the opportunity, how could he let you go? It's my lack of thoughtfulness, and it's all my fault!"

He punched the ground with hatred, but he didn't use his internal strength to protect it. The palm of his hand was bloody and bloody, and the pain came, but it made him feel better.

He was greatly favored by Wudang, he was raised by Wudang Seven Heroes and Zhang Sanfeng for more than ten years, taught martial arts, and treated him like a parent and child.

But in the end, not only did he not change the fate of the Seven Heroes, but instead let Yin Liting, who should not have died, be killed by the Ruyang Palace, how can you make him feel better?
If he hadn't been traveling all the way, no one would have died except Zhang Cuishan and his wife. Everyone would have a happy ending, but what about now?
For the first time, Li Li questioned what he did. Was he really doing the right thing?
Without him, Zhang Wuji would have found the Nine Suns Manual, without him, Yu Daiyan would have stood up, but now because of him, Yin Liting is dead!

The elder who was closest to their juniors and their favorite elder died!
With tears streaming down his face, Mo Li picked up a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp, then suddenly let out a roar, poured with inner strength, and spread towards the mountains and fields, scaring all the birds and beasts on the mass grave far away !

After roaring, he spread the burden, took out the heads of the three Ruyang kings, placed them in front of the Meridian Sword, and said, "Sixth Uncle, look, this is the chief culprit who harmed you, and Li'er will kill them all." Yes, on the road to Huangquan, with them accompanying you, I am sure you will not be lonely, you will not be lonely..."

When he said the last word, Mo Li was even more sad in his heart. Under the tears, the feeling of self-blame in his heart not only did not weaken, but intensified!
Revenge, what's the use of revenge? Can Yin Liting come back after taking revenge? !

The answer is no!
In the beginning, when he found out that Cheng Kun was attacking with the power of phantom yin finger that night, he shouldn't have let Yin Liting go on the road alone!

Zhang Wuji can at least live to be thirty years old, and he still has the path to join the Emei Sect and practice the Nine Suns Divine Art. There is no need to rush, he should have followed Yin Liting and sent him back to Wudang Mountain!

Mo Li hated his negligence, and Mo Li regretted it endlessly, but hated, but regretted, can he save Yin Liting again?
The deceased is gone, everything is over, no matter how high the martial arts are, so what?

These kinds of sadness, Li Li has been holding back in his heart for the past two months, just because he wants to take revenge.

However, now that the great hatred has been avenged, these deep-seated emotions can no longer be suppressed, and they all rush out.

Mo Li drank bowl after bowl of wine, toasting bowl after bowl to Yin Liting, his eyes soon blurred.

"Sword God...hahahaha...Sword God..."

"What kind of self-awareness... What kind of conscience... It's all bullshit!"

"Uncle Six, I am ashamed of you..."

……

On the mass grave, a drunk-eyed young man was yelling wantonly while drinking madly.

The cold wind in late autumn blew his clothes, but it couldn't dry the tears on his cheeks, and couldn't blow away the depression between his brows.

A fire was ignited on the mass grave, and following the autumn wind, the three heads were burned to ashes.

……

Early morning, Hejian Mansion.

Old Li was lowering his head and fiddling with the stove, when a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Shopkeeper, I want two fires and a pot of good tea."

Hearing that the business was coming, Old Li raised his head hurriedly, but saw a young man with a horse standing in front of the stall, wearing a green shirt and holding a long sword, with delicate features and extraordinary temperament, but his face was full of haggardness. There are winds and frosts on the road, but they seem to have other things on their minds.

It's like... It's like the widow Guo next door just lost her husband...

Could it be that this boy became a widower at such a young age?

Old Li began to gossip in his heart, but the work in hand did not stop at all.

I saw the man yelling: "Come on, guest officer, sit down quickly, the fire in our Hejian mansion, if you eat it once, it's not in vain!"

He quickly took out the bread from the steamer, cut up the donkey meat and vegetables, and sandwiched it in. Not long after, two big and fragrant fires were placed in front of Li Li.

Mo Li drove the road in the middle of the night last night, just when he was hungry, he smelled the aroma, couldn't help moving his index finger, picked up a fire, and took a bite, the strength of the bread and the deliciousness of the donkey meat fully blended together , On the tip of the tongue, it is full of pleasure to enjoy.

The negative emotions in his heart were also slightly diluted by the delicious food at this time. Mo Li's eyes lit up, and he finished two fires in two mouthfuls. After drinking a large cup of tea, he raised his hand and said, "Shop, two more."

"Our fire is good!"

Old Li smiled triumphantly, and said: "Thirty years ago, the old fairy Zhang on Wudang Mountain visited our stall, but he also ate ten fires and was full of praise. Young man, you are lucky, you can eat it." Came across our stall."

While cutting the meat swiftly, he said with a smile: "Look at your sad face, there must be something you can't think about, but at a young age, the person next to your pillow is gone, and you just need to find another one. In this world, you can eat enough." It’s more important than anything else to keep your stomach alive.”

The pillow person is gone, looking for another one? !

Mo Li couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, this old man is very warm-hearted...

"Old man, you misunderstood, I am an elder in the family who passed away..." Li Li casually explained.

"It's all the same, it's all the same, you have to take care of yourself..."

"Thirty fires, two pots of good tea!"

Before Old Li had finished speaking, a rough voice came, but he saw five red-clothed lamas with big waists and round arms coming from outside the stall. With rosary beads, ** and other things.

The lamas are different from the monks in the Central Plains. They can't help drinking and eating meat. Old Li Tou has set up stalls here for decades and has seen many of them.

The stall is not big, there are only three tables, Mo Li sat on one, and the remaining two are supposed to be enough.

But these monks were strangely tight. There was one table for two people, two for five people, and there was one person left. Can you let the old monk sit down?"

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(End of this chapter)