The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 181
It's finally here!
Song Yuanqiao and the others were also filled with emotion. If they were a little later, they would have missed this battle. It was really dangerous...

But he and his group of seven people, under the haste of the horse, should have arrived here three days ago, but they have traveled thousands of miles, and there are so many people, how can there be no trouble?
Encountering bandits in the mountains was a trivial matter, but the bandits could not hurt them with their knives and arrows, but they shot two of their horses to death.

The mountain road is rough and difficult to walk, even if these people are martial arts masters, they can’t get up fast without horses. After walking in the mountains for two days, they finally found a big city where they can buy horses. Arrived!

A group of people stepped up the mountain, and all the heroes on the mountain voluntarily moved out of the way.

Not long after, the group of seven people stood in the open space on the peak.

Looking at the stubble-faced green-robed Taoist, everyone in Wudang also felt uncomfortable after hearing what Yue Lingyan said a long time ago.

"Junior brother, you...how did you become like this?" Song Qingshu said anxiously and distressed.

The two of them are about the same age, and they grew up together on Wudang Mountain since they were young. The depth of their relationship is no different from that of their brothers. Of course, Song Qingshu will feel sorry for him.

Mo Li didn't respond directly, but bowed respectfully to everyone in Wudang, saying: "Disciple Mo Li, I have seen the master, and all the senior uncles have seen the senior brother."

This courtesy is sincere, because he knows that maybe after today, he will never have the chance to see everyone present in Wudang again.

"Get up."

Song Yuanqiao's expression was complicated, he stepped forward to tease Mo Li, and said in a reproachful tone, "You... you, why didn't you wait for us to arrive before making this decision?"

Challenging Basiba, narrowly escaped death, even though he had high expectations for this beloved apprentice, he really didn't think he could win.

Mo Li's eyelids drooped, and there seemed to be sparks in his eyes, but he finally returned to silence, and he whispered: "I know that if the master arrives, he will definitely not allow the disciple to do so."

"you……"

Song Yuanqiao opened his mouth, intending to reprimand him, but thinking of the situation he was in now, under the eyes of thousands of people, his lover was about to go to the battle of life and death, all the dissatisfaction in his heart turned into nothingness.

He was silent for a while, and said earnestly: "You are old enough, you don't need to say a lot of things for the teacher. You did the right thing. I, a man of Wudang, really shouldn't be timid. Many things, even if you know you will die, you should go. Do it, and you will live up to your master's teaching."

"Master..."

Mo Li's eyes were slightly red.

He couldn't help but recall the scene when he saw Song Yuanqiao for the first time in the past. At that time, he was still a little child held on a horse by the golden lion king. He pulled out from the most desperate and abyss.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng healed him seriously, and it took him half a month to pull him back from the gate of hell.

And all of this happened more than ten years ago.

A little ghost who had to be rescued by others had already grown into a generation of sword gods that attracted the attention of the world, but the veteran who rescued him back then was no longer alive.

"Master, I went up the mountain today and brought two swords, one of which is a real martial arts sword."

Song Yuanqiao untied the sword from his waist, raised his hands flat, and said in a solemn tone: "This is your master's sword. In the past, his old man used to carry this sword, and it has dominated the rivers and lakes for decades. He never left his body for a moment. I don't know how many masters' blood has been stained, now that your master is no longer alive, this sword is equivalent to your master in a sense."

He waved his hand, and Song Qingshu held up a sword and stepped forward with some difficulty. Although the sword was in the sheath, when it reached De Moli, the sharp blade in the sheath suddenly hummed softly, as if jumping for joy. It is very clear.

"Good sword, good sword, this sword is already somewhat spiritual!"

Basiba, who had been watching all the time, suddenly praised, with admiration in his tone.

But no one paid any attention to him, Song Yuanqiao still said to Li Li: "You don't need to tell the teacher, you should know that it is your Meridian Sword."

"Three years ago, you handed over this broken sword to Wei Shi. Wei Wei and all your uncles spent a whole year traveling all over the country, looking for the best materials for casting swords, and finally found the cold iron on the seabed, the ground veins Yan Sui also paid a lot of money to a famous swordsmith in Longquan, tempered it for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and finally made this sword."

"This Ziwu sword is three feet three feet long and weighs a hundred catties. In terms of sharpness, it is by no means inferior to Emei's Yitian sword."

"Look, which sword is used today?"

True martial arts sword!Meridian Sword!
Of these two swords, which one is not a famous magic weapon in the world? Of course, their fame does not only come from the blade itself, but that they both have a legendary master. Underneath, it was stained with the blood of countless martial arts masters.

Li Li looked at the two swords, and stretched out his hand to grab the real sword first.

Feeling the delicate and cold touch on the real martial arts sword, looking at the black and white Tai Chi on the hilt, Zhang Sanfeng's voice and smile flashed in Li Li's mind again.

He said: "The old master is not here, this sword, I have the right to treat it as an old man, let's watch the battle here."

He raised his hand, and the True Martial Sword flew out immediately, and with a bang, it inserted the sheath on a large bluestone, stood there upright, condescending, and had a panoramic view of the field.

"The Meridian Sword..."

Mo Li's gaze shifted to the sword in Song Qingshu's hand, and he suddenly said, "Senior Brother Song, if I lose this battle, you must not have any intention of avenging me."

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, before he could think of how to answer, Mo Li laughed at himself, and said: "Wudang will always be passed on, I have not fulfilled this responsibility, Wudang will depend on senior brother in the future."

Although the Seven Heroes are in full swing, but after all they are old, few of Wudang's third-generation disciples are successful. Zhang Wuji is weak, and even if he achieves success in martial arts in the future, he can't afford the great responsibility of Wudang, so he can only rely on Song Qingshu .

Being entrusted by him in this way, Song Qingshu's face suddenly flushed, he wanted to agree, but when he thought that his master was forced to fly away by this living Buddha, and his younger brother might die, one word, when it came to his mouth, it was Nothing can be said.

Seeing his complicated expression, Mo Li already understood what he was thinking. He didn't say anything more, he just mentioned the Meridian Sword that was reforged by the Seven Heroes of Wudang who worked hard to search for precious materials, and then knelt down towards Song Yuanqiao go down.

"Master, this disciple is not filial. From now on, please take care of your health, old man."

With his hands on the ground, he kowtowed heavily to Song Yuanqiao.

After this battle, perhaps there will never be another person like Li Li in the world. For more than ten years, the master and apprentice love each other deeply, and they are as close as a father and son, everything will come to naught.

Then, if he didn't show up for this revenge, who would have the chance to seek justice from Ba Siba?

He stood up, turned his head, and walked towards Ba Siba step by step, with a heavy back and firm steps, without leaving a trace.

During this process, the roots of the beard on his face fell off, the cyan Taoist robe moved without wind, and wisps of sharp energy surged from him.

Three years of dry sitting, three years of sharpening the sword, and today I will be the sword god again.

Today's battle is all about death!

Above the sky, the moon was bright, and the southern peak of Mount Hua was silvery white.

The Taoist wore a green robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and between his brows, his heroic aura gradually broke through the dead silence. He stood still in front of Ba Siba, with a sharp and deep aura, as if he wanted to tear apart the world, but it was faintly connected into one , and Basiba's pure Zen spirit are equal to each other, and they are not inferior in the slightest.

Dressed in a red dress, the delicate and bright flame-like girl looked at the figure in the green shirt, and couldn't help opening her small mouth slightly, with a surprised expression on her face.

The figure in front of her is straight, with handsome features, with a sword in hand, full of heroism, three points better than the real appearance and demeanor hidden under the beard of Master Ziwu that she once imagined!

It turns out that those legends in the world are not deceiving, the sword god is really a high-spirited young man, no, young man!

While she was overjoyed, thinking that such a hero might not survive in the world after today, she couldn't help but become gloomy and downcast.

But at this moment, it was obvious that no one would notice the thoughts of this young girl from the Tang family, and everyone's eyes were on the blue-clothed swordsman.

Sword God Mo Li, the Sword God Mo Li from three years ago has finally reappeared in the world!
This shocking battle has finally begun at this moment.

"What a sword, what a powerful sword intent."

Ba Siba looked at the swordsman in front of him, with a smile on his lips, his expression as usual.

He said: "However, you should know that it is far from enough to kill the old monk with your innate sword intent."

"Speaking of which, the old monk is also very strange. Why did you ask to fight the old monk? It is a beautiful thing for Master Zhang to become an immortal. The old monk doesn't care about world affairs, so he won't be your Wudang enemy."

"You have an appointment to fight the old monk at this time, except for death, there is no other meaning."

Mo Li frowned slightly, and said: "Ascension to immortality is a beautiful thing, so why does the living Buddha still stay in the world and not want to fly away?!"

"Amitabha."

Ba Siba uttered the Buddha's name, and said: "Zhen Zhenren is a scholar of heaven and man, and has traveled far into the past and present. The old monk is not as far away as him. It's not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't."

"I see, old monk, that you are greedy for life and afraid of death. The so-called ascension, does it really go away after becoming a fairy, or if the Tao disappears and perishes, who knows?"

Mo Li said slowly: "My master's old man, his martial arts has long surpassed the innate realm, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time, but he was forced to leave by you old monk. He didn't know his life or death. When we meet again, do you still have no complaints against me at Wudang?"

Ba Siba laughed and said: "How can I blame the old monk for this matter, if it wasn't for the faction of your sect to be aggressive, relying on force, to kill the capital, and to kill my disciples from the ** temple one after another, how could the old monk take action?"

"Mo benefactor, the one you want to blame is yourself!"

When he said the last sentence, the old monk's voice suddenly rose, and his words were like Huang Zhong Dalu, which made people's blood agitated, and stars stared in their eyes.

Following these words, his aura rose abruptly, overshadowing Li Li's sword intent in an instant, enveloping the entire South Peak of Huashan Mountain.

Esoteric Buddhism, God-confusing Zen music!
In the battle of masters, the most important thing is momentum, what is momentum, it is a battle of soul and will!
At the level of Ba Siba and Mo Li, the battle of spiritual strength is far more important than the battle of pure martial arts.

Once the momentum is suppressed and the belief is shaken, it is not bad to be able to exert seven or eight points of the twelve points of skill.

But for a real master, the difference between life and death is a thin line, let alone such a big gap?

Ba Siba is worthy of being a Buddhist arrogance who has lived for more than a hundred years. Facing Mo Li's martial arts level, which is far inferior to his juniors, he is still so cautious and strives to win. No wonder he is facing Zhang Sanfeng's skill. Even surpassing his existence, he forced Zhang Sanfeng to ascend to the upper realm unexpectedly.

Looking at the white-clothed monk with a smile, he suppressed Li Li's aura. All the heroes watching the battle felt sorry for him, and they only sighed that the sword god might repeat the same mistakes three years ago.

Everyone in the Wudang faction looked serious, and everyone could see that Li Qi's situation was not good.

Could it be that the Wudang faction is going to lose another sword god today?
"Li'er..."

Song Yuanqiao tensely grasped his fists, his bones and joints were completely white.

"Blame myself...blame myself..."

Mo Li muttered to himself, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"If you didn't go to the capital with your sword alone, destroy the Ruyang Palace first, and then kill the monks I went to follow in the temple, how could His Majesty the Emperor let Hutu take action? Breaking through King Ming's demon-subduing array, how could it alarm the old monk?"

Every word and every word, Basiba said sonorously and forcefully: "Everything is the cause of your planting, so you can get today's fruit!"

"The reason I sow... the reason I sow..."

He recalled the scenes of the past, and the root of everything was on the Meridian Sword.

It is true that without him going to the capital and beheading the whole family of Ruyang Palace, there would be no follow-up events.

His aura is getting weaker and weaker, and his sharp sword intent is almost undetectable.

Seeing this, the compassionate smile on Ba Siba's face became stronger. He clasped his hands together, his precious face was solemn, and the pure Buddha light of glass rose slowly from his body.

He said in a thunderous voice: "The world of mortals is vast, and everything is false. My Buddha has a saying, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha immediately. Idiot, don't you realize it?"

All kinds of Zen sounds echoed in the sky and the earth, billowing like tides, endless.

Everyone who listened was in a daze, and felt that there was no longer a white-clothed monk in front of them, but a towering golden Buddha with compassion in front of him, wanting to transform the green-robed swordsman.

However, Li Li listened to the Buddha's voice, but his expression was still confused. He kept saying the words 'blame me...blame me...', and he was thinking about many things in the past.

Do you really blame him?
Why killed Zhao Min's family? Could it be that they were not at fault?

If it wasn't for the Ruyang Palace, Cheng Kun and the others who plotted against the Wudang faction and Yin Liting first, how could Mo Li be so angry and enter the capital with his sword?
Thinking of all the past, Mo Qi couldn't help shaking his head slightly, and said: "Ba Siba, what you said is wrong."

"This matter is clearly provocative by Yuan Ting. Could it be that only people are allowed to kill me, and I am not allowed to kill people?!"

"Vald donkey, you help the tyrant and want to beat him up, it's really ridiculous!"

The mountain wind blew past, making the boy's clothes rattle.

His eyes were firm, he stared at the monk in front of him, and he rushed away with murderous aura...

(End of this chapter)