The little Taoist boy in front of him was Yang Guo, who was sent to Quanzhen by his uncle Guo Jing five days ago. It's a pity that because Guo Jing offended the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect when he entered the mountain, how could this Yang Guo have a good life.

However, Li Mu relied on himself to be the head of the sect and the head of the Danfang, so he took care of the bullied Yang Duo on weekdays, and taught Yang Guo some real kung fu from time to time to defend himself.

When he closed his eyes and recuperated, he heard Yang Guo's nonsense, so Li Mu decisively took his work, jumped down from the cliff and strange stone, patted the dust on Yang's aisle robe, and asked suspiciously: "Go, where do you let me go?" Zhongnan Mountain is my home! ”

"Third uncle, I don't know the specifics! It's just that Uncle Shi, you have to be careful, Zhao Zhijing has a lot of ideas for that dog thief, maybe he will pry up his master and Uncle You. I'm afraid that Uncle Shi will fall for you, so I came to report to Uncle Shi in advance. ”

In this huge Chongyang Palace, thousands of disciples were worried because Zhao Zhijing was the strongest martial artist among the three generations of disciples. knew that Yang Guo was often bullied by his master and brother, and no one dared to talk too much.

But Li Mu is used to doing his own thing, if he hadn't been besieged and abolished martial arts back then, which round of the first master of the three generations would have gotten Zhao Zhijing. However, even if Li Mu has lost his martial arts now, as the head of the sect and the fat shortage of Danfang materials, Zhao Zhijing and other brothers of the same generation do not dare to offend Li Mu.

Yang Guo was bullied by Lu Qingdu a few days ago, and often came to the Danfang to receive medicine for injuries. With Li Mu's support, even Zhao Zhijing didn't dare to do anything to Yang Guo. Therefore, as soon as Yang Guo got the news that was unfavorable to Li Mu, he ran over to report the news in a hurry.

However, Yang Guo's words are not unfounded. Although Li Mu was the first disciple of the sect, he also walked the rivers and lakes in the past years and made a name for himself for the Quanzhen Sect. But in any case, he is now a wasted person, and the disciples below are not good to discuss, but Li Mu occupies the materials of the Danfang, and it is inevitable that he will be envied by others.

Early the next morning, under the message of his junior brother Li Zhichang, Li Mu entered the main hall of Chongyang Palace, and saw that all six sons of Quanzhen were seated. In addition to the six people with the highest status, what is surprising is that there are two people standing behind the fuselage of Yuyang Ziwang and Changchun Ziqiu, respectively the first apprentice Zhao Zhijing and the second apprentice Yin Zhiping of these two.

With a conjecture in his heart, it was estimated that Yang Guo's words had come true, Li Mu glanced at Li Zhichang, who had silently withdrawn from the hall, and then respectfully gave a big salute to his master Ma Yu and the other five uncles, and then asked with doubts on his face: "Master, uncles, I don't know what is important to summon disciples." ”

"Wood, don't be so restrained, you're always nesting in the Danfang. If you don't go out for a walk on weekdays, I'm afraid people will get moldy, so we asked Zhichang to call you over to talk. ”

Sun Buer, a pure and scattered person, was Ma Yu's partner before he became a monk, and Li Mu, as Ma Yu's first apprentice, naturally grew up watching Sun Buer grow up. Thinking of the secret discussion of senior brother Ma Yu and several other senior brothers, Sun Buer, who was uncomfortable, felt very sorry for Li Mu, so he specially and cordially pulled Li Mu to her side to talk.

Seeing that Li Mu only said hello, he stood beside his little junior sister Sun Buer. Ma Yu, who is sitting in the first place in the main hall, is the master of the sect, but his martial arts reputation is not the highest.

Unable to resist the warning of Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi on the left hand, he could only cough dryly, pull Li Mu's attention back, and then said kindly: "Mu, we called you over today, in fact, for your future. After all, you are still young and have not yet made a career, how can you guard the things in the church like us old people.

What's more, three years ago, you passed the township examination and became famous. Seeing that next month is the spring season, I discussed it with a few of your uncles, you can go down the mountain and go to Lin'an City to take the exam. Strive to be admitted to the Gongsheng, and then fight for a Jinshi in the palace exam, won't you have a better life? ”

As soon as Ma Yu's words were finished, Li Mu knew that he was afraid that this waste person would become a victim of the exchange of interests in the sect. However, being driven down the mountain, Li Mu was not very resentful, and the comfortable life in Chongyang Palace was not what he hoped for.

In his lifetime, he still had to complete the arduous task of reversing the situation, and Li Mu, who had little time to waste, so he readily agreed to go down the mountain.

Li Mu was also a newcomer to the school, and he didn't know that the former owner of his body was actually both civil and military, and he was only twenty-five years old, and he was already a man. However, how can the capital try to have Ma Yu and others say it so easily, not to mention that in order to destroy Mongolia in the future, Li Mu's exchange is all military works, and the Four Books and Five Classics are completely incompatible.

It's useless to think too much, since there is no place on Zhongnan Mountain, Li Mu has nothing to be nostalgic for. To appease Yang Guo, who was crying and reluctant to cry, he took the ten taels of silver he received from Quanzhen's sixth son into his arms, and Li Mu left Chongyang Palace without looking back.

Four years ago, after the fall of the Jin Kingdom, Zhongnan Mountain also became a pasture for the Mongols. Fortunately, since Li Mu came to the end of the Song Dynasty, he has been practicing martial arts every day, and the internal strength he once lost is also recovering day by day.

Zhongnan Mountain to the capital Lin'an, almost Xi'an to Hangzhou, more than 2,000 miles. Li Mu, who was shy in his pocket, had no money to buy a horse or hire a carriage, so he had to work hard day and night to hurry. Fortunately, Ling Bo Weibu does not consume internal strength, otherwise it would be impossible to arrive in just one month.

That night, Li Mu passed through Luzhou, passed through Chaohu Lake, and saw that there would be another three or five days, and he would arrive at Lin'an, the capital. Performing light skills, Li Mu ran with all his strength on the spacious official road as usual, but he didn't run for long, and there was a sound of gold and iron in the distance.

When Li Mufei arrived at the place of the incident, the official road was close to the woods, two carriages were surrounded, and more than a dozen thieves armed with machetes and swords were arrogant and proud, killing and plundering the people.

Li Mu traveled all the way east from Zhongnan Mountain, and the border area at the junction of Song and Mongolia was extremely poor, either the Mongol rangers plundered in twos and threes, or the Song rebels who fled from the front line. Born at the moment when the country was in danger, what Li Mu hated most was these routs who fled without a fight, and Li Mu didn't say anything immediately, and used Lingbo micro-steps to quickly enter the battle circle.

The border between Song and Mongolia was already chaotic, even with his father's instructions, Du Shu, who only brought ten soldiers, was careless. Unexpectedly, a family camping on the edge of the official road would be targeted by thieves.

If there is only himself and ten soldiers, he can fight and retreat, but behind him is his elderly mother and his sister, who has always been very weak. Surrounded by thieves and isolated on this big night, Du Shu, who was anxious, could only fight to kill the thieves while comforting his frightened family.

More than half of his soldiers were killed and wounded, and the thieves around his chariots and horses were getting closer and closer, seeing that his mother and sister were about to suffer, but the fierce thieves in front of him suddenly became a mess.

At a close look, under the hazy moonlight, the figure of a young scholar wearing a soft towel on his head and a soapy green Confucian shirt was erratic, looming, from far to near, and a group of strongmen were immediately frozen and unable to move.