The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 93
The oil cloth is indeed the Nine Suns Scripture.

Mo Li looked carefully in the valley. There are four volumes in total of the Nine Suns Art, many of which have the same content as the Wudang Nine Suns Art, but they are quite different.

This technique follows the path of positive energy generating negative energy. When practicing, the true qi reaches the point where it is hot and violent, and it is three points better than the pure yang Wuji skill. Its power is extraordinary, but compared to the pure yang Wuji Gong, and lost a bit of modesty and dilution, and became more slanted.

Practicing this magical skill will progress faster than pure Yang Wuji Kungfu, but one has to face a life-and-death hurdle, that is, before the great achievement, one must not consume too much zhenqi, otherwise the zhenqi will run out of control and die from exhaustion!

As for that life-and-death hurdle, apart from Zhang Wuji's unspeakable all-out support, he was lucky enough to break through the hurdle, it would be extremely difficult for an idler to overcome this hurdle when he cultivated here.

Although this is a rare Taoist miraculous skill, its power may not be inferior to that of Pure Yang Wuji Gong and Nine Yin Manual, but it is more extreme. If a person without a great opportunity practices it, it will be difficult to reach the highest level in his life. If he is a little careless, Then he will fall into the same fate as that master Jueyuan.

"So, I have to find a cloth bag for Zhang Wuji."

After reading the Nine Suns Manual, Mo Li couldn't help muttering to himself, but all he could think of was unspeakable figures.

Qiankun's air bag is made of a special material. If you want to build one yourself, you don't know how much effort it will take. It's better to 'borrow' it to save time and effort.

But that's all for later, without Zhang Wuji's adventure at the bottom of the valley, it will take at least ten years to cultivate the Nine Suns Divine Art to great success, so there is no rush.

Although Mo Li had practiced the Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu and would not change to the Nine Suns Divine Kungfu, the martial arts principles contained in it inspired him a lot. This valley is also a good place to practice kung fu, so he stayed in it , Concentrate on cultivating true qi.

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Hongmei Villa.

Zhu Changling lay weakly on the bed, staring up blankly.

He was originally a hero in the Kunlun Mountains, and the title of Shocking Strike has some influence in the northwest martial arts, but now his martial arts have been abolished, his arms have been chopped off, and he has become a complete useless person!

This is undoubtedly a more painful thing than death for a hero who has ambitions to seek a higher status in the arena!
Thinking of the instigator of all this, thinking of that young and excessive face, Zhu Changling couldn't help gnashing his teeth, his eyes glowed with hatred, and he roared in a low voice: "Mo Li! Mo Li!"

The voice is like a beast, anyone can hear it, and there is a monstrous hatred in it!
But what's the use of hating, not to mention that he has become a useless person, even if he is intact, how can he compete with Li Li, who was born in Wudang and whose martial arts is hard to find in the world?
He felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, Wudang faction, Wudang faction, there are not only the world-renowned Wudang Seven Heroes, but also Zhang Sanfeng, who has shaken the rivers and lakes for nearly a hundred years. If he retreats in vain, what can he do as a mere owner of the Red Plum Villa?
"Daddy...Daddy help!"

Just when his thoughts were confused because of Li Li, suddenly he heard the voice of his beloved daughter calling for help, the voice was frightened and panicked, it was obvious that he was in danger!

However, before he could react, the door of his room was suddenly kicked open, and two tall and thin old men walked in, both of them had sullen faces and evil spirits, one was stronger and the other was a little thin, And his beloved daughter, Zhu Jiuzhen, is in the hands of the slightly thin old man.

"You... who are you? You are so brave to come to my Hongmei Villa to act wildly!" Zhu Changling yelled sharply, feeling anxious in her heart!
If it's really a house leak and Lian Yeyu, it's fine if Li Lian bullies them, but now there are still people who dare to come to make trouble, do you really think they are easy to bully at Hongmei Villa? !

The burly old man said with a smile: "My name is Hebiweng, he is my senior brother Luzhangke. As for names, when we were walking in the Western Regions martial arts in the early years, everyone liked to call us the two elders of Xuanming, I don’t know if Master Zhu has heard of it?”

Second Elder Xuanming!
Zhu Changling was shocked, he is a hero in the northwest martial arts, so he naturally knows the martial arts masters in this place like the back of his hand.

He was only in his early twenties when the two old devils in front of him were active in the Northwest Wulin. With their cold and poisonous palms, these two men were almost invincible all over the Northwest Wulin. Under the hands of the two, only twenty years ago, these two people suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and never appeared again. Everyone thought they were dead, but unexpectedly, they are still alive in this world!

One of these two old devils is greedy for flowers, the other is a good drinker, and they are both fierce-tempered. Back then, I don't know how many women from good families were ruined by them, and I don't know how many wealthy families were ruined because of the two of them. Hongmei Villa even held Zhen'er hostage!

Zhu Changling was covered in cold sweat. He looked at his beloved daughter who fell into the hands of Lu Zhangke, and said with distress and fear: "The two seniors are here, and the humble house is full of splendor. I just ask you two not to hurt my family. Yes, no matter whether it is wine, beauty or gold and silver treasures, the younger generation will never be stingy with whatever my Hongmei Villa has."

Lu Zhangke touched Zhu Jiuzhen's charming and pretty face with a smile, but said nothing.

When Zhu Changling was feeling uneasy, he suddenly heard an immature female voice say: "They don't want anything, on the contrary, they are here to help Zhuzhuang Zhu."

As the voice fell, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl walked in at the door. Although she was young, she was already extremely beautiful, and she was even better than Zhu Jiuzhen by a few points. What was even more rare was that between her eyebrows, Hidden with three points of heroism and three points of nobility, compared with ordinary women, she has a special taste of elegance. In a few years, she must be a stunning beauty.

Behind her, there are also a Toutuo, an old monk, and an old man with a sword on his back. Each of them has extraordinary momentum, and it is hard to tell the depth.

"You...you are..."

Zhu Changling frowned.

He originally thought it was Xuanming and Elders who came to make trouble, but who knew that as soon as this girl came in, the expressions of these masters immediately became respectful, looking at them, it turned out that this girl was the main one!

"You don't have to worry about who I am, I know Zhu Zhuangzhu has a big enmity with that sword god Mo Li, as long as the Zhuangzhu understands, we are here to help you kill him."

The girl laughed softly: "I know that Mo Li appeared in Hongmei Villa a few days ago, and Zhu Zhuzhuang must be clear about his whereabouts. Please take us to see him."

Zhu Changling looked at the girl and the group of masters, and fell into a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

He hated Mo Li, but was also afraid of Mo Li.

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(End of this chapter)