The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 150
Li Zhichang!
Quanzhen sect's last generation head teacher!
It was also the leader of the Taoist sect who debated classics and martial arts in the palace eighty years ago!
He once witnessed with his own eyes that the ancestors of the Taoist sect spilled blood on the palace, and the culprit among them was Basiba!

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuncheng turned out to be his disciple, and what was even more unexpected was that he was still alive!

No wonder Lu Yuncheng wanted to take revenge. The Quanzhen Sect and the ** Temple would never stop dying. As Li Zhichang's disciple, even if he died, he would still be stabbed by Basiba's sword!
It's just that the sword gathered by the seven stars has already deviated from the martial arts of the Central Plains, and it is completely different from the various swordsmanship and martial arts of Quanzhen Sect. It is more like the mysterious method of Tibetan goblins.

For no reason, Zhang Sanfeng's shadow suddenly flashed across Li Li's mind. If he loses in this battle, then Wudang is very likely to repeat the same mistakes of Quanzhen Sect!

Then, who will avenge them?
Thinking of the powerful martial arts that Basiba showed just now, and the tyrannical secret technique in the spiritual world, Mo Li sighed inwardly. Although, although he had never seen Zhang Sanfeng make a real move, can Zhang Sanfeng win?
He has no confidence in his heart, and no one will have any confidence in his heart after seeing Ba Siba's methods.

Just as everyone was reminiscing about the shocking scene of the battle between gods and demons, the Mongolian general suddenly showed a fierce expression, and said sharply: "Come on, kill all these assassins!"

With a crash, all the soldiers raised their blades in unison, and the armor on their bodies clanged and clashed, with murderous aura, rushing towards them!

Seeing this, Mo Li's heart sank, but he showed no sign of fear, and instead put the Ziwu Sword with the broken blade in his left hand.

He was seriously injured, several meridians were broken, his true energy was blocked, and his lungs were also severely injured. This is him. , I'm afraid it will turn into a puddle of mud on the spot!
But he was also having a hard time, his right hand was shattered, and he couldn't swing his sword at all. Fortunately, he practiced Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill very well. Do it, just don't fight for a long time.

Of course he could escape, but Mo Li couldn't leave because there was still Lu Yuncheng lying on the ground.

Although the two had known each other not long ago, Li Li liked this scholar very much.

Although this scholar is not good at martial arts, but he has a pure heart and youthful spirit. In order to repay his master's great favor, he did not hesitate to die and traveled thousands of miles to assassinate Ba Siba, which is even more precious than Li Li.

Mo Lilai, although he also intended to be afraid of Zhang Sanfeng's accident, but this disaster was caused by him going to Dadu and beheading the father and son of the Ruyang Palace, so he should have come.

"Wait a minute..."

On the sedan chair, Basiba's voice came again.

General Mongolia was puzzled. He looked back at the sedan chair with a strange look on his face, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Regardless of Basiba's status as the master of the Great Yuan Emperor, just because he is a living Buddha in Tibet, this belief is enough to win him the respect of countless grassland men. This is a prestige status, even more respected than the current Yuan Emperor big shot.

"Song Qingshu, the old monk asks you, are you afraid of death?" Basiba said.

Mo Li didn't understand what he meant, but he still said calmly: "I'm afraid, not only afraid, but also afraid to death."

"Then have you ever thought that you will die here?"

"I thought about it, but I have to die!"

Mo Li smiled and said: "My master often said that when a man is alive, he will do something and not do it, and killing the master is the right thing to do!"

"You are very good, just as good as Li Zhichang's disciple. Daoist Zhang has taken in a good disciple. Although the old monk has never met the famous sword god Li Li, but according to the old monk's opinion, in the future, you will achieve great success." It won't be lower than Namoli." Basiba praised.

This was right, Li Li smiled wryly, in his life, his achievements would not be lower than Mo Li, but he would never surpass him.

"You go back and give the old monk a message to Master Zhang."

Tell me, is this not killing yourself?
Mo Li frowned, not sure what the Living Buddha was thinking, he said, "What are you talking about?"

"Tell him that the old monk has never owed anyone in his life. Let him not forget the Huashan covenant. Let's go."

When the voice fell, the monks responded, and without waiting for Mo Li's response, the monks carried their chariots and walked towards the distance. Hutu Living Buddha looked at Mo Li with a half-smile, but said nothing.

No one cares about Mo Li, and no one cares about Lu Yuncheng.

Even though those Mongolian cavalrymen had murderous intentions in their hearts, even though those monks might not want to let him go, but none of them dared to act recklessly without Ba Siba's order.

The team walked farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared from the sight of everyone. Gradually, even the sound of Zen singing and the sound of horseshoes could not be heard.

There were no accidents, and no one dared to come out to provoke. The corpses on the ground and the two young people who were seriously injured were the best role models.

The cold wind blew up and rolled up the dead leaves on the street. Li Li only felt that today's winter night was extraordinarily cold, bitingly cold.

Since his debut, he has won many battles and won many battles. Even under the siege of so many top masters in Ruyang Palace, there is nothing he can do.

But today, an old monk who is over a hundred years old made him feel as if he was looking up from a high mountain...

Sighing lightly, Mo Li braced his sword and stood up from where he was, and staggered towards Lu Yuncheng.

The matter has come to this point, it is no longer under his control, the battle of classics debate, whoever wins and who loses can only be entrusted to Zhang Sanfeng.

For the first time in his life, Mo Xin felt helpless.

……

"Patriarch! Patriarch!"

When Lu Yuncheng woke up, he suddenly found that he was no longer on that long street.

At this moment, he was lying on a big soft bed, covered with a brocade quilt, warm and extremely comfortable.

The long street, the cold night, the cavalry, the monks, everything seems to be a dream, a real dream that is too much.

He tried his best to sit up from the bed, but when he moved, it was like a signal. Every muscle in his body seemed to rebel, exuding a strange stinging pain, and his head seemed to be chopped and split. General pain.

"Ouch..."

With a weak groan, Lu Yuncheng collapsed on the bed weakly, giving up the idea of ​​struggling to get up.

"Brother Lu, are you awake?"

Mo Li's joyful voice came from Lu Yuncheng's ear, he turned his head reluctantly, but saw a bed next to him, on which sat cross-legged a road leader with a delicate face, who was walking with him Don't leave.

It's just that at this moment, the leader looks very embarrassed, his entire right hand is wrapped in gauze, his face is as pale as snow, and his expression is very sluggish, but there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously very happy to see himself awake.

"Song Daochang, did I tell you that I have a unique skill, do you see it?" Lu Yuncheng said weakly.

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(End of this chapter)