The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 33
Northwest, Yumen Pass.

At this time, it was the midwinter season, the cold wind howled like a knife, and the heavy snow scattered and fell, burying thousands of miles of yellow sand.

However, even in these seasons, inside and outside Yumen Pass, merchants still come and go, which is extremely lively.

The more severe the killing season is, the less supplies there will be outside the pass, and the more merchants will be able to earn a lot of money. Don't say that the roads are difficult during the rainy and snowy season, but the sky is beating knives. As long as you can make money, you still need caravans.

Zhaoji Tavern is located at the gate of Yumen Pass, where dragons and snakes are mixed, and it is the first choice for business travelers to inquire about news. Not to mention, the burning knives in this tavern are three points stronger than the wine in the pass, and they are very popular among people in the world. favorite.

At this time, it was snowing heavily outside, and the tavern was already full of guests. A burly man with a red face squeezed in with difficulty, found an empty seat, and shouted anxiously: "Burning knives, three catties of burning knives!" !"

This person was wearing a shabby fur coat, and his red nose was very eye-catching. He looked like a penniless alcoholic, but before he struck out, a golden ingot was slapped on the table.

The clerk in the shop is so good at gold, he doesn't care about the costumes of the customers, he is busy serving wine and food, busy before and after, so enthusiastic.

"Speaking of heroes, who is the hero in the world!"

A storyteller dressed in a green shirt and a cap slapped the gavel, and said frothyly: "In today's world, when it comes to martial arts, no one can compare to the old fairy who lived over a hundred years in Wudang Mountain. Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren, but his disciples and grandchildren are even more amazing. First, the little sword god Mo Li fought against the two masters alone, one person and one sword, and the two major sects of Kunlun and Huashan bowed their heads and begged for mercy. Fighting against thirteen martial arts masters from the four major sects, the Shaolin monks displayed their unique skills in their lives, but they were forcibly defeated by the divine power of the Zhenwu Emperor summoned by the formation..."

"Hey! Tell me something new, I'm already tired of hearing about Wudang!" one person shouted.

The people below suddenly clamored, the great battle in Wudang happened several months ago, except for the local people of Yumenguan, people from outside have heard of it many times!
The storyteller cupped his hands towards the crowd and said with a smile: "Since you don't want to hear it, let's tell some new and interesting stories about the little sword god Moli, and I hope everyone who is rich will give a lot of money..."

Snapped!
A gold ingot flew out from the side and landed on the table in front of him with a crisp sound.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was the handwriting of the rosy-nosed man.

The man put down his wine bowl and said calmly: "Tell me more about Li Li, I like to hear about the deeds of these young heroes."

The storyteller put away the gold and weighed it, and the smile on his face became even wider, he said: "Everyone, listen carefully, two months ago, this little sword god from Wudang rushed out of Yumen Pass single-handedly, and he did it again. It was a big event. It is rumored that he rushed to Hami on horseback, and on the day of the wedding of the master of the Vajra Sect, he picked up the four great Vajras with his sword and wiped out all the masters of this sect of martial arts outside the Great Wall. When I left the customs half a month ago, the sword intent soared into the sky, and thousands of swords echoed in a radius of more than ten miles, so spectacular..."

"Sword intent soars to the sky, ten thousand swords echo?!"

The wine bowl in the big man's hand shook slightly.

"Exactly!"

The storyteller said excitedly: "It is said that this is the sword intent that can only be comprehended by the best masters in the world. This little sword god is only sixteen years old, with high martial arts and strong swordsmanship. He is directly chasing Zhang Sanfeng and Master Zhang. In just a few years, you will be able to aspire to the throne of the world's number one expert!"

"That's a little too much exaggeration."

A merchant from the south said: "My brother-in-law is a disciple of the lay school of Shaolin. His master once said that the world's first-class masters must break through the death barrier of Ren Du's second lineage if they want to reach the pinnacle. No matter how amazing and talented you are, you are still young and your background is not enough, if you don’t break through this level, no matter how famous you are and how good your aptitude is, you will never be able to become number one in the world in the end!”

"That's right, there is such a saying. After all, Mo Li is still young, but even if he has some reputation, he probably gained it by relying on the Seven Heroes of Wudang. The rumors in the world cannot be completely believed." Someone responded.

There are very few top masters in the world, and the two ways of righteousness and magic plus the Yuan court are also very few. Many martial arts schools in the world do not have a top master, and the difficulty can be imagined.

A group of them were arguing over whether Mo Li's reputation for martial arts was real or not, but the burly man with a wine-grooved nose put down his wine bowl and let out a long breath.

He has his own sources of information, and he knows that on Wudang Mountain, Li Qiye has indeed shown his sword intent and fighting power far beyond ordinary first-class masters, but it is difficult for him to know the truth of what happened in the desert outside the pass.

But this person is young, even if he has done a lot of great things outside the customs, it is almost impossible to make a breakthrough in martial arts in just a few months, it should be the storyteller who spread the rumors.

He relaxed slightly, and enjoyed the high-quality spirits in the Northwest that was different from the Central Plains. As long as Li Li hadn't stepped into that realm, he would definitely not be his opponent. The self-confidence brought to him by his victories in the rivers and lakes in the past year!

"Help Master!"

But at this moment, a man with a dignified expression squeezed in from the outside and shouted loudly: "Guangzhu, the idea has appeared at Yumen Pass."

He raised his brows, immediately put the wine bowl aside, and said: "Go, invite him over!"

The man answered yes, and then slipped out of the crowd, but after a cup of tea, a young man strode in.

This person has a handsome face, chic white clothes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a gentle temperament, which makes people feel very good.

However, he held a long sword with a sheath in his hand, which was simple in style, but there was a faint and fierce aura rushing toward his face.

But he looked around the crowd for a week, and then he set his eyes on the burly man with the wine-grooved nose, and said loudly: "I wonder who invited me to meet here?"

Startled by his voice, everyone fell silent for a while, not knowing who he was looking for.

Just at this moment, the burly man with a wine-grooved nose stood up and cupped his hands at him: "I have heard about your name for a long time, and seeing you today, it really lives up to your reputation, but this is not the place to do it. Town God's Temple, three miles outside the East City Gate, will you and I see you?" scattered."

After all, he didn't wait for the other party's reply, he used lightness kung fu, and disappeared into the tavern with three or two strokes.

The young man smiled, with a calm demeanor, and walked out at a leisurely pace, but in the blink of an eye, he also disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing that everyone had left, the storyteller was about to continue his business, but saw the surprised and agitated expression of the merchant from the south.

"Little...Little Sword God Mo Li!" He blurted out, inexplicably shocked.

"what!"

Everyone present was dumbfounded and surprised.

"He wants to fight someone!"

Suddenly, a person shouted loudly.

After hearing the words, all the drinkers in the tavern recalled the conversation just now, they couldn't care less about drinking, and they all went outside...

(End of this chapter)