The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 127 Guilty
Wudang Mountain is cold and windy, covered with snow.

Mo Li walked on the mountain road, feeling a cold heart.

The pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu that has been cultivated for more than ten years, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu that has entered the ninth level have lost their effectiveness at this moment.

No matter how good the internal strength is, it can resist the wind and frost outside, but it cannot resist the ice and snow in the heart.

Zhang Wuji met Mo Li for the first time, and was very happy that the sword god who had made a name for himself outside came back, but he babbled for a long time at the side, and Li Li just dealt with it casually, and he gradually fell silent. .

Brother Mo seems to have something on his mind!
Brother Mo, who is so skilled in swordsmanship and is almost invincible in the world, actually has something on his mind? !
Xiao Zhang's eyes widened, and one thought after another crossed his mind.

Different from the previous life, in this life, although he has the cold poison in his body, he doesn't attack it very much. He is no different from ordinary people. During the two years on the mountain, he already knows a lot of things in the world, and he can be called a boy at the age of twelve.

Looking at the man in front of him who hides a touch of desolation and sadness, subconsciously, Xiao Zhang remembered the story of going down the mountain to listen to books a few days ago.

Heroes are late, beauties are weeping...

A young hero who walks the rivers and lakes is always accompanied by a beautiful woman. When Uncle Song came back, he seemed to have said that the sister of the Yang family who had been to the mountain was very suitable for him, so...

"So Senior Brother Mo, are you emotionally hurt?" Xiao Zhang asked with big innocent eyes.

Li Li, who was thinking about how to tell Song Yuanqiao and others about Yin Liting's murder, suddenly staggered and almost slipped down the mountain road.

He turned his head to look at the curious young man beside him, and said angrily, "Who told you that I was emotionally hurt?"

"But, isn't that the case in the stories of the storyteller at the foot of the mountain?"

Zhang Wuji said earnestly: "Young hero, wandering the rivers and lakes, hurt by love, unable to recover from a setback, senior brother, you can't recover from a setback! If it doesn't work, I will ask my mother to find a few more good chivalrous girls for you. Suitable for you... Whoops, why are you hitting me?!"

Comrade Xiao Zhang covered his forehead and looked at Li Li with aggrieved expression.

"I'm senior brother, what happened to beating you?"

Mo Li raised his hand angrily, and said, "If you talk nonsense, there will be more pain!"

"But Brother Song said that the best way to forget the hurt is to start another relationship. I'm for you... ouch!"

Before the last good word was uttered, Xiao Zhang took another hit. He looked at Mo Li with tears in his eyes and said, "Senior brother, you bully others, I won't leave with you!"

He clutched his forehead, performed lightness kung fu and moved towards the distance.

Li Li looked at the back of the boy going away, and couldn't help shaking his head angrily and amusedly, this brat learned everything from somewhere.

Wudang Mountain is high and steep, and under the wind and snow, the mountain road is extremely muddy and difficult to walk.

However, Li Li's footsteps were heavy and steady, and even the wind and snow could hardly stop him from stepping up.

After a short walk, we entered Zhenwu Square. The square was very lively. A group of disciples were braving the wind and snow to practice swords. Among them were old faces and some new faces. Presumably, they were new disciples who joined Wudang Sect this year.

"It's Brother Mo!"

"Senior brother Mo is really back!"

"Hello, Brother Mo!"

……

Everyone stopped practicing their swords one after another, and those who were familiar with him took the initiative to greet him, while those who were not familiar with him looked at him blankly, with admiration and excitement written all over their faces.

Li Li bowed his hands to the crowd one by one, finally crossing the square and entering Zixiao Palace.

In Zixiao Palace, two figures sit on the main seat.

One was in his early forties, with slightly white sideburns, a chubby figure, and three long beards. His appearance was very elegant. He was Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang School!

And the other person looked younger, dressed in Taoist robes, with a burly figure, a solemn face, and a serious face, but it was Yu Daiyan, the Three Heroes!
Looking at Yu Daiyan who was sitting there, a look of joy appeared on Mo Li's face, and he said in surprise, "Third Uncle, I haven't seen you for a year, are you well now?!"

"It's all thanks to your kid!"

Yu Daiyan stroked his long beard with his hands, and laughed out loud. After being paralyzed for ten years, it was a pleasure to stand up again.

He was originally a heroic figure who roamed the rivers and lakes. Now that he can walk in the rivers and lakes again, the joy in his heart is naturally uncontrollable.

After he recovered from his injury, the disciples on the mountain felt that this somewhat withdrawn and cold-tempered Three Heroes seemed to be a different person, much more approachable.

"Third brother!"

Song Yuanqiao called out, with some dissatisfaction in his voice.

The smile on Yu Daiyan's face disappeared immediately, and changed back to that solemn and indifferent face, but there was a trace of schadenfreude in the eyes that looked at Li Li.

While Mo Li was puzzled, Song Yuanqiao suddenly slapped the table and shouted with a dark face: "You are a traitor, you should be convicted!"

The voice was infused with inner strength, echoed in the Zixiao Palace, and the ears of the shaking people were buzzing, which shows that the head of Wudang Song Dynasty is depressed!
Did the master already know about Uncle Six? !

Feeling guilty, Mo Li knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said, "Master, this disciple is guilty!"

"You are guilty, you are guilty with your mouth!"

Song Yuanqiao stood up and scolded angrily: "How did Wei Shi tell you before we separated from you, and how did you tell Wei Shi, have you ever done it?!"

"The master told the disciple to be careful, and the disciple promised the master to take good care of the sixth uncle." Mo Li said with a sad face.

At the end of that day, we parted at the Nanshan Mountain. Song Yuanqiao was afraid that he would go to the northwest to be plotted against by the Ming Cult, so he advised him to be more careful, and asked the two parties to find Yin Liting from the south to the north. Who would have expected it to end up...

He sighed, the scene of parting from Yin Liting that day was vaguely still in front of his eyes, but the old man was no longer in this world.

There is nothing more painful in the world than parting.

Mo Li took out a flat bundle from his arms, which contained several books and a small kit, and he untied the sword from his waist and placed it in front of him.

"What is this?" Song Yuanqiao asked.

"This is the secret book of the Nine Suns Magical Art that I accidentally obtained in the Kunlun Mountains. I beg you to give it to the ancestor, so that I can heal the injury of Wuji."

Mo Li pointed to the objects in front of him and said, "This is the ashes of King Ruyang's family and the sword of the sixth master uncle. The sixth master uncle died because of the disciple's death. The disciple knows his crimes well and is willing to accept any punishment from the master."

"Your sixth uncle died?"

Yu Daiyan raised his eyebrows, and said amusedly, "Why don't I know?"

"It was done by Princess Ruyang. They took advantage of Sixth Uncle's return to the mountain, followed secretly, and besieged with many experts. Sixth Uncle only left this sword, and the body is unknown." Mo Li said.

"Stinky boy, what nonsense are you talking about? Your sixth uncle was recuperating on the mountain, so he died!" Song Yuanqiao cursed angrily.

Uncle Six is ​​not dead? !
Mo Li froze on the spot, looked at Song Yuanqiao in disbelief, and said, "Master, please say it again!"

"Your sixth uncle is recuperating on the mountain, don't talk nonsense!" Song Yuanqiao said seriously.

These words were like a thunderbolt striking Li Li's head. He felt that the gloom accumulated in his heart for the past few days disappeared in an instant, and his whole body was indescribably relaxed and happy, so he couldn't help but laughed out loud:
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

On the top of Wudang Mountain, the wind and snow gradually subsided.

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(End of this chapter)