The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 145 Appearance
Night, the moonlight is bright.

The cold wind is bleak, and everything is chilling, but the main street of Yicheng is full of enthusiastic people.

The Yuan court ruled the world for dozens of years. Although it was brutal and rebels rose everywhere, it also brought some other changes to the world, such as religion.

Since eighty years ago, after the debate between Buddhism and Taoism, Buddhism has flourished and has completely overwhelmed Taoism. Most of the common people believe in Buddha. The living Buddha of Tibet, Phagsipa, who became the emperor's teacher [-] years ago, in the eyes of the common people, how is this kind of eminent monk different from living gods and Buddhas?

Naturally, they wanted to come to see Basiba's true face, maybe they still had some intention of bowing down and making a wish.

But there are also many men with evil spirits hiding in it, each with a weapon.

In the rivers and lakes, there is no shortage of men who lick blood with the tip of a knife. For many people, as long as they can become famous, they are willing to gamble with their lives.

Undoubtedly, these quacks who hide among the common people belong to such people.

Once Ba Siba is killed, he will immediately become famous in the Jianghu, and in the Jianghu, fame represents everything.

Alcohol, beauties, gold and silver, there are a lot of people who are willing to give these, just to curry favor with those who are famous in the martial arts world.

Chunfenglou is the largest brothel in Yicheng, and high-rollers who come from south to north like to throw gold and silver here.

This building is also the tallest building in Yicheng, with six floors and twelve feet. When you climb it, you can overlook all living beings on the main street, making people feel like being in the sky and controlling everything.

But today, the entire sixth floor is quiet and quiet, not only are there no wealthy customers who spend their fortunes, but there are also no beauties who are smiling.

A table of food, a jug of wine, two people.

One is dressed as a scholar, with a weak temperament, reddish complexion, and a slight smell of alcohol; the other is wearing a blue Taoist robe, with handsome features, heroic spirit, and a warm smile on his face, it is Lu Yuncheng and Mo Li.

"Don't you really want a drink?" Lu Yuncheng asked.

Li Li shook his head, raised his teacup, and said, "I never drink unless necessary."

Although wine is good, it can strengthen courage and relieve sorrow, but it will make the mind blurred and affect the sword.

What Li Li needs now is calmness.

Judging from the spiritual cultivation of Hutu Living Buddha, Ba Siba, who has lived to this day, is afraid that his spiritual cultivation has reached an unimaginable level, and he can rely on himself, at most he can strike a sword!
And drinking may make this only sword lose its aim.

Master duel, just fight for every cent.

"That's a pity, tonight may be the last time you and I drink this delicious wine!"

Lu Yuncheng raised his wine glass, leaned lazily on the railing, and said: "Look at the bright moonlight, the prosperity of the land, it's great, but why is there always love and hatred in this world, and life and death?"

"You don't have to go, and I advise you not to go."

Mo Li said in a sincere tone: "Half a month ago, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, I witnessed the skills of Tibetan monks with my own eyes. With your martial arts, if you want to assassinate Ba Siba, you will definitely die!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lu Yuncheng laughed heartily. After laughing, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and said, "There are always things in the world that are more important than life and death!"

There was a strange gleam in his eyes, and he said in a low tone: "Eighty years ago, all the elders of my master's sect died at the hands of this person, and my master died because of him, if it were you, would you retreat? "

"Dare to ask the commander?" Mo Li asked.

"My family teacher Xuan Jing is a direct disciple of Li Zhichang's ancestor."

Mo Li raised his eyebrows, it turned out to be the direct descendant of the head of the Quanzhen sect!
This kid, he has always regarded him as a person who has acquired the legacy of the Quanzhen Sect, but now it seems that he is a Quanzhen disciple with upright roots, so why is his martial arts so low?
Also, Quanzhen's internal skills are notoriously difficult to practice...

Mo Li thought about it for a second, and suddenly realized that although the internal strength of Quanzhen Sect lies in its solid foundation, the speed of cultivation is extremely slow. For example, Qiu Chuji and others have practiced for a lifetime, but they can't step into the realm of Wujue. After the patriarch, there is no peerless master who can coerce the world, whether it is Zhou Botong, Guo Jing, or the Condor Hero Yang Guo, they all have a lot of adventures, and they have never conquered the world simply by relying on Quanzhen internal strength.

At this young age, it is not easy for this scholar to practice Quanzhen's internal skills to the point where he has mastered all twelve disciplines.

"Before my master died, he still didn't forget to tell me that one day, he would go to the Tibetan monastery in person to find the younger disciples of Phagsiba to discuss martial arts and debate scriptures, so that the world would know that the whole line of truth is not weaker than people!"

Lu Yuncheng said: "Now that Ba Siba is in sight, how can Lu not take revenge?!"

His face was full of determination, leaving Li Li speechless.

After a long silence, Li Li said: "Then you really shouldn't retreat, but you will really die!"

"I know."

Lu Yuncheng drank another glass of wine, and the drunkenness on his face became more and more intense. He said, "But why should a man be afraid of life and death! Besides..."

After a pause, he said mysteriously: "I really have a unique skill!"

Mo Li couldn't help but laugh.

"Then please promise me one thing!"

"What's the matter?" Lu Yuncheng asked.

"Let me go first!"

Mo Li laughed and said: "My martial arts are better than yours, maybe I will strike first, so you don't have to strike again!"

"That's okay, let you make the first move!"

Lu Yuncheng pointed to the crowd below, and said: "Look at the people in this city, they don't know that there are people who are ready to move, and they will be killed if they can't wait until you and I do it, but that's okay, if he dies Well, if I stab him with a sword, it can be regarded as an explanation to my master."

"Your master has taken in a good disciple." Li Li sighed.

In the distance, there was a loud noise, and the flames lit up from there, like two long dragons, mixed with bursts of Zen sounds.

Ba Siba has arrived!
The two looked at each other, and stood at the top of the building together, leaning on the railing to look out.

The two long dragons got closer and closer, only hundreds of Tatar soldiers and horses could be seen, huddling in front and embracing behind them, holding torches high, surrounding many monks.

Those monks were all wearing bright red monk robes, showing their right arms, clasping their palms together, with solemn expressions, and silently chanting scriptures.

And in the center of these monks, more than ten people carried a chariot sedan chair. In front of the chariot sedan chair stood a monk in white clothes. Hutu living Buddha who was seriously injured.

He stood on it, bowed his head slightly, with a humble expression, and behind him was a figure of a monk sitting cross-legged, on the palanquin, surrounded by white gauze covers, shadowy, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but it was undoubtedly Ba Siba .

"kill!"

While Mo Li and Lu Yuncheng were observing, the crowd suddenly shouted loudly, and then the sound of weapons being unsheathed could be heard endlessly, and dozens of gangsters with weapons rushed out from among the people, with a vicious look He rushed towards the formation vigorously!
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(End of this chapter)