The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 180 Arrive
Mo Li didn't say in detail what he was ashamed of, and Gu Songli didn't ask again.

There is no empathy for the things in this world. He knows that his good friend has a reason to do it, even if he will pay the price of his life for it.

All he can do is support.

Some people may say that Li Li is very stupid for doing this, but there are too many smart people in the world, and there are always a few fools.

For the sake of their obsession, they are willing to take strange risks, and their stubbornness is terrible, but if they don't have this stubbornness, how can they break through the barriers again and again with the absolute determination of breaking the boat in the face of martial arts? ?
As long as Fan Wu has learned a certain level of masters, they all have their own way of thinking, and no matter how much truth others say, they can't shake their minds.

So in the next few days, no one came to persuade Mo Li again, firstly, they knew they couldn't persuade him, and secondly, because everyone who was qualified to persuade had already persuaded.

As time goes by, the date of the duel is getting closer, and the city of Chang'an is becoming more and more lively. There are constantly heroes from the rivers and lakes entering the land of Guanzhong with swords and sabers, and when the day of the duel is reached, the entire Huashan Mountain is occupied by crowds, bustling with people. , There are martial artists everywhere!
The Living Buddha vs. the Sword God is a once-in-a-century event in the rivers and lakes.

One is the Unrivaled Buddha who has never been born in the Buddhist sect for thousands of years, and the other is the swordsman who is rare in the Jianghu. Although the age gap between the two is a bit big, since Zhang Sanfeng was promoted, these two can be said to be the top masters in the Jianghu. Don't think of being a third person in this world, once their duel is missed, I am afraid that many people will never meet such a duel again in this life.

That is to say, half a month is too short. Although the news of the duel between the two has spread, many warriors who are far away from the rivers and lakes will not be able to catch up.

"So why did he choose to go to Mount Hua?"

On the south peak of Mount Hua, looking at the disciples of Mount Hua who were desperately maintaining order, the short elder looked helpless.

Although it is said that such a rare event, which is rare in a hundred years, can be witnessed by three lives, but don't put it on Mount Hua!
The Huashan faction is considered one of the six major factions, and they agreed to compete on Mount Hua without even discussing with them. Tens of thousands of heroes flocked here, who could bear it?
What if someone intends to sneak into their door and steal the cheats?

What if someone deliberately creates chaos and plants it on their Huashan faction?

With so many people, any random disturbance would be enough for the Huashan faction to suffer. The last time they debated the classics and martial arts, at least there were helpers from the other six major factions. It is said that the disciples are so tired that they are going to die, even those middle and high-level people in the sect are also worried every day.

According to incomplete statistics, there have been more than ten conflicts every day on Mount Huashan recently, and people are killed every day. There are really many people who want to sneak into the Huashan resident to steal the cheats, but they are all blocked by the masters of the Huashan faction. .

The pressure from top to bottom of the Huashan faction is not insignificant, but fortunately, such days will be over after today.

"Senior brother, don't worry, you've survived so many days, and today's not too bad."

Elder Gao smiled and said: "Besides, although you and the disciples in our sect have suffered a bit, it may be worth seeing the sword of the sword god and the supreme supernatural power of that Living Buddha. You don't see that there are still many Has the sect not yet arrived?"

"I'd rather not watch them compete!"

The short elder said angrily: "You and I are quite old, what's the use of looking at it, don't you dare to break the barrier of life and death?"

Elder Gao chuckled and said, "Even if you can't break it, it's a great blessing to be able to see the highest level of martial arts again."

Both of them are first-class masters who are only a hair away from the ultimate realm. When it comes to the accumulation of internal strength, it is already enough, or even worse. The two of them are already old, and their bodies are no longer in peak condition. They forcibly broke the barrier of life and death, but the chances are slim, and the odds are slim.

"I'm coming!"

"The sword god has gone up the mountain!"

……

All of a sudden, the entire Huashan Mountain suddenly boiled up and down, and countless people looked between the mountain roads.

However, on the mountain road, several figures went up the mountain together. The first person was wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a haggard face, beards growing wildly, and the whole body's breath was dead, making people unable to see the depth.

"Sword God Mo Li, how did he become like this?!" The short elder asked strangely, frowning.

He had met this sword god a few times in the past, and witnessed him make several shots with his own eyes, and he was even rescued by him once. In his impression, this sword god was a handsome and handsome young man with a youthful personality. Shirt and sword, full of heroism, where is it so sloppy like now?

"Perhaps it is another level of martial arts, reaching the advanced level of returning to the basics and not lingering on foreign things."

Elder Gao said thoughtfully: "In the past, the real Zhang of Wudang was also called Zhang Sloppy when he was walking in the rivers and lakes. Perhaps this is the highest state of Wudang's kung fu."

The short elder thought about it carefully, but there is some truth to it. Buddhism talks about extinction, saying that the body is a stinky skin, and the Taoist school also has a fairy, and the golden elixir becomes the primordial spirit, and it goes straight to the gate of heaven. Zhang Sanfeng used to be a disciple of Shaolin. It must have adopted two directors.

When the two of them were making up their minds, the group of people had already reached the peak and reached in front of the two of them.

But seeing this group of people, besides the leader Li Li, there is also Tang Jiuer, who is wearing a red dress, is as beautiful as a flower, Gu Songli, a son of the Chang'an family, and Lu Yuncheng, a very famous Confucian sword in recent years, are all young people. point characters.

Especially Lu Yuncheng, inherited from the Quanzhen School, has gained a lot of fame in the past three years, and his martial arts has developed rapidly. It is rumored that he once had a [-]-stroke duel with Shaolin Temple Yuanmiao, which is enough to compete with Wudang Song Qingshu and Shaolin Yuan He is a leader of the young generation who is well-known, but no one has seen this fight, so it is just a rumor, and he has no other record of fighting against first-class masters, so most people in the Jianghu still don't think so.

The two elders stepped forward to salute, and the short elder laughed and said, "Young Xia Mo, I haven't seen you for three years. I didn't expect to see you again in Huashan. I wish you a great victory in advance!"

"I will inherit the auspicious words of my predecessors."

Mo Li saluted, his face was calm, and the dead silence in his eyes remained.

The two elders looked at the tired look on the brows of the Taoist in front of them, although they guessed that he had made another breakthrough in martial arts, they still couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

This is the emotion that anyone who saw Li Li in the past and see Li Li again today will feel.

They just greeted each other without saying anything more, and the two elders, tall and short, went down the mountain knowingly.

The battle is imminent, and the most important thing right now is to let Li Li adjust his state. It would be too blind to exchange pleasantries with him at this moment.

At this time, the sun was rising and the sun was shining, coating the entire southern peak of Mount Hua with a layer of gold.

The rest of the people had already withdrawn, but Mo Li was alone on the peak. He sat down cross-legged slowly, his eyes closed, motionless, his breath was like rotten wood.

The sun gradually rose to the top of the head, but still no one came.

The heroes couldn't help being a little impatient, but they all came here voluntarily, and they were not invited by others, and they couldn't help but feel dissatisfied, so they had to wait quietly.

However, when the Golden Crow falls, the Jade Rabbit ascends, and the cold moonlight falls, there is still no sign of Basiba.

"Could it be that Ba Siba is afraid?!" Someone in the crowd asked.

"I don't think he's afraid, but dead. This old bald donkey was slashed twice by Zhang Zhenren three years ago. Since then, he hasn't shown himself in the arena. I'm afraid he was seriously injured and died!" Another person said.

Qunhao waited impatiently for a long time, and someone started to make up the Ba Siba, and suddenly, the whole Huashan became lively.

However, those who are interested raise their eyes to look at the Taoist figure who has sat cross-legged on the top of the South Peak for a whole day, seeing that the person is motionless, still waiting quietly as in daylight, and feels that this matter is not that simple.

Although birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, but when martial arts masters such as Zhang Sanfeng and Bhasbana, time seems to have lost its effect on them.

If he was really old and dying, he wouldn't have been killed by Zhang Sanfeng three times in a row, and he wouldn't have been able to break the nearly invincible Zhenwu Seven-section Formation with his palm.

The Jade Rabbit rose higher and higher, and suddenly, there was a loud noise from the group of heroes, and a vague chanting of Buddha came from a distance, pure and compassionate, cleansing people's hearts, and it was getting closer and closer. clear.

Four tall lamas in red clothes appeared on the mountain road. The four of them carried a sedan chair, and a monk in white clothes sat cross-legged in the sedan chair.

This monk looks very young, dressed in a white monk robe, with handsome features, jade-like skin, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, full of compassion and closeness, people can't help falling in love at first sight Want to give birth to some good feelings.

The four Tibetan monks seem to be walking slowly, but on the mountain road, they are moving extremely fast. At first glance, they are at the foot of the mountain, and within a few breaths they are halfway up the mountain. When they look again, they have already reached the top of the mountain. above.

Hutu Living Buddha in the past, and now Basiba, has arrived!
Looking at the chariot sedan chair and the white-clothed monk, the crowd couldn't help but hold their breath. Everyone knew that the continuation of the war between Buddhism and Taoism three years ago would erupt in an instant!
"Amitabha!"

Ba Siba clasped his palms together, and uttered the Buddha's chant. The voice was loud and full of magnetism, and it was clearly audible to everyone's ears. A sense of pure Zen rose from everyone's hearts, which was extremely comfortable.

Three years ago, Zhang Sanfeng's flying sword hurt him, and now it seems that all of them have been healed.

He bowed his head at Mo Li and said with a smile: "Benefactor Mo, I haven't seen you for three years. I never thought you would have another breakthrough in martial arts. You have reached this level. I am really happy to congratulate you."

Li Li, who had been sitting there like a clay sculpture or wood carving, opened his eyes and stood up slowly after hearing the words.

He looked at Basiba, who sat there quietly, and the moonlight, the mountain wind, and this world seemed to be integrated into one, as if he was this world, giving people a sense of control over everything.

For the first time, Li Li's calm face showed strong and complex emotions, such as solemnity, murderous intent, hatred, etc., all of which disappeared with his deep breath and exhalation. The rest of the eyes are as deep as the sea.

"You're finally here." Li Li said seriously.

At this moment, a ray of fierce sword intent shot up from Taoist's body, seemingly absent, although it was not strong, it clearly chilled the hearts of everyone present.

And the heaven and earth that merged with Ba Siba were also torn apart in front of this sword intent at this moment, making it difficult for him to maintain the state of the unity of heaven and man.

However, Ba Siba still had the same smile on his face, turning a blind eye to this ray of sword intent, which can be called the sharpest and sharpest in the world, and said softly: "The sword intent is good, but there is no sword intent, and there is no sword in it." hands, why does Donor Mo fight with the old monk?"

With sword intent, it's not difficult to deal with ordinary masters, but it's definitely not enough to deal with a living Buddha like Ba Siba whose spirit has been tempered to an inconceivable level.

Li Li needs a magic weapon, a magic weapon that suits him best!
Everyone looked at Li Li's waist. There should have been a long sword there, but today, they never saw it from the beginning to the end.

Oops!

The faces of Gu Songli and the others changed drastically. They never expected that Mo Li would go up the mountain in such a hurry without even preparing a sword for a duel!

"Use my sword!"

A young man dressed as a scholar suddenly shouted loudly, it was Lu Yuncheng.

He took the sword, held it up with both hands, and said: "This sword is called Seven Stars, and it was the sword of Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School in the past. Brother Mo, I will use this sword to help you kill this bald donkey today!"

The Quanzhen Sect and Ba Siba have a great enmity to destroy the orthodox system. In the past, he stabbed a sword with Li Zhichang's remaining spiritual will, intending to assassinate Ba Siba, but it was a pity that he lost.

Today, friend Li Li will fight Ba Siba again, so he is naturally willing to present his sword with him.

Mo Li looked back at Lu Yuncheng, nodded slightly at his friend, and said warmly: "Thank you, brother Lu, for your kindness, but there is no need."

No sword? !

When everyone was confused for a while, they saw the sword god Mo Li looking towards the southeast from afar, and said with a faint smile: "My sword has arrived."

All the heroes present couldn't help but follow his gaze and looked towards the southeast, but as far as they could see, it was pitch black, let alone a sword, and there was not even half a person.

Has this sword god lost his mind and gone crazy?

They thought so, Ba Siba suddenly shook his head and smiled, and said: "Aren't you afraid that the old monk will make a move at this moment?"

For a swordsman without a sword, his combat power will undoubtedly drop drastically, even the sword god.

Mo Li replied indifferently: "If I think about it, the living Buddha must also want to see the sword that I have honed for three years."

As soon as his words fell, there was a strong wind blowing over the foot of the mountain, but there were several figures in Taoist robes.

I only heard someone happily say: "It hasn't started yet, Dad, let's catch up!"

The first person, with a slightly fat body and a modest expression, stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up at the peak, looked at the densely packed martial arts from the rivers and lakes, and the two standing on the peak, he couldn't help laughing loudly: "Li'er, you can come here as a teacher." Is it late?!"

His voice, driven by internal force, reverberated all over the mountains and plains, and every word and sentence was clearly presented in everyone's ears, revealing a person's profound cultivation.

"It's the head of Wudang Song!"

"Wudang is here!"

Someone among the group of heroes exclaimed.

Mo Li was condescending, looking down at the Wudang faction people below, his eyes filled with emotion...

(End of this chapter)