At night, the sky is full of stars.

On the mountain behind Wudang, the mountain wind is howling, rolling up countless fallen leaves, which is very cold and bleak.

And in this mountain wind, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sat cross-legged with a long sword with a sheath on his lap, as if he was cultivating.

The young man has beautiful eyebrows, a thin figure, and wears a cyan robe, who is Mo Li?

Since he entered the hall in the kendo hall, Zhang Sanfeng asked him to come to this back mountain every day to meditate and look at the starry sky at night, the mountain breeze and the grass and trees.

Mo Li didn't understand what he meant at the beginning, he just felt bored, so he cultivated his internal strength in this mountain, but as time went by, his sword path cultivation unconsciously touched the level of sword intent, which was much faster than his previous cultivation speed, and he understood the meaning.

The so-called superior swordsmanship, all of which are natural, contain all kinds of sword intent, all of which are the avenues of heaven and earth, the view is to watch the sword, and meditation is to meditate.

Over the years, if there is nothing important, Mo Li will sit quietly for an hour on the mountain behind Wudang every day.

But he saw that between his breathing, there was a very rhythm, and the true qi in his body traveled around the sky, and the wisps of heat emitted out, allowing the cold wind to pass by on the top of this mountain, but his body was warm and very comfortable.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Li fell into a wonderful ethereal state, as if he was one with heaven and earth, he could feel the slight hum of the long sword in front of him as the mountain wind swept by, and he could hear the subtle movement of the leaves falling to the ground in the distance, with a radius of thirty zhang, all within his sensing range.

Mo Li once asked Zhang Sanfeng what this state was, but Zhang Sanfeng did not give a clear answer.

He just said that if one day, Mo Li can no longer rely on meditation, but enter this mysterious state anytime and anywhere, and only then will his martial arts cultivation in the future hope of catching up with him.

No one knows what realm Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts has entered, but it is certain that it will be much higher than the top master.

Mo Li's current martial arts realm, except that the internal force has not opened up the second vein of Ren Du and is slightly weak, martial arts alone is not inferior to the top masters.

But with his skills, in front of Zhang Sanfeng, he has never gone through three moves, and even these three moves, Mo Li feels that Zhang Sanfeng intends to give in, which shows that he is powerful.

This is also reasonable, if it weren't for the fact that the martial arts were so high that ordinary people could hardly figure it out, how could Zhang Sanfeng be able to dominate the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, and how could he be respected as the great master of martial arts in the past and the present?

A breathing sound suddenly appeared within Mo Li's sensing range.

This breath is incomprehensible, if it weren't for Mo Li falling into this ethereal realm, and really not being able to feel it, this person must have a martial arts.

Mo Li's expression moved slightly, and he said, "Fifth Uncle, since you're here, why don't you show up and see it?" ”

"My nephew has a deep internal force."

There was a sound of admiration in the dark, and then a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar walked out, with a face like a crown of jade and an elegant temperament, it was Zhang Cuishan who had not long returned to the mountain.

However, at this time, Zhang Wuxia, who was remembered by the heroes of the world, was slightly embarrassed on his face, after all, hiding in the dark to spy on a junior, and being discovered, it was really not a glorious thing.

He was secretly shocked in his heart by the depth of his skills, he could be detected from such a distance, but he said with a smile on his face: "I disturbed my nephew's practice, and I hope that my nephew will not be surprised." ”

Mo Li heard Zhang Cuishan's voice, and smiled slightly, sure enough, he guessed correctly.

There are people with such skills on Wudang Mountain, and there are only Seven Heroes and Zhang Sanfeng, and he grew up on the mountain since he was a child, and the Seven Heroes regard him as a nephew, and they will never hide in the dark to spy on him.

He stood up, looked at Zhang Cuishan and saluted, and said, "Fifth Uncle is serious, they are all his own family, what's the matter." ”

Zhang Cuishan looked at the young man in front of him, but his emotions were extremely complicated.

He's here to thank you.

At today's birthday banquet, Mo Li defeated the Huashan and Kunlun factions for him with his own strength, and then used the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation to obtain Shaolin Jiuyang Gong for Zhang Wuji, and his family has great grace, and he is sincerely grateful.

However, these days, he also heard Mo Li's life experience clearly, the whole family was killed by Xie Xun, if it wasn't for Song Yuanqiao and others to save him, even Mo Li was killed, and there was really a blood feud between him and Xie Xun!

On the one hand, he is a brother-in-law with deep feelings, and on the other hand, Da En and his nephew, Rao is Zhang Cuishan prides himself on being smart, but he doesn't know how to deal with the relationship between the two parties.

So he came to thank him, but he hid in the shadows and hesitated.

But now that the hiding has been broken, what should be faced is still to be faced.

He said: "Thank you to my nephew for coming forward today, repelling the masters of all factions, and finding Shaolin Jiuyang Gong for Wuji, great kindness, I can't repay it, Zhang Cuishan is grateful." ”

Shaolin Temple moved very quickly, and sent Shaolin Jiuyang Gong up the mountain in the afternoon, presumably those old monks woke up, and immediately wrote it silently under the mountain.

Mo Li smiled, and he said, "Uncle Shi is here, I'm afraid it's not just to thank you, otherwise you won't be standing there for a long time." ”

Zhang Cuishan was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said with a wry smile: "I can't hide the eyes of my nephew, here, in addition to thanks, there is also my brother-in-law." ”

Mo Li raised his eyebrows and said, "Uncle Shi wants to say, let Mo not take revenge?" ”

"How dare you, it's just ......"

"Since it's not, then Uncle Shi doesn't need to say much."

Mo Li interrupted Zhang Cuishan's words and said: "This matter is my enmity with Xie Xun's thief, and it is not my uncle's business, I will not ask my uncle about his whereabouts, but if I want to kill him in the future, or if he kills me, please don't interfere." ”

"This ......"

Zhang Cuishan's face was bitter, both sides had a close relationship with him, he was caught in the middle, and it was really difficult to be a man.

Especially this nephew, young age, extraordinary martial arts, as long as he can successfully pass that level, his future achievements are unlimited, on the other hand, his brother-in-law Xie Xun, although his martial arts are amazing, but his eyes are blind, and he is by no means an inseparable opponent.

He was worried about Xie Xun's future, but he felt a little sorry for Mo Li, after all, Xie Xun's whereabouts, if he didn't tell Mo Li, Mo Li would not be able to find a place in his life.

"Uncle Shi, please go back if it's okay, the wind is strong in the back mountain, don't freeze your body." Mo Li said, the meaning of sending off the guest could not be more obvious.

The dignified martial arts Zhang Wuxia, the internal force has long reached the point where the cold and heat are not invaded, how can he be afraid of the cold wind.

Zhang Cuishan smiled bitterly again, he was about to say something more, but suddenly in the front mountain Taoist temple, he only heard someone shouting loudly with extremely profound internal strength: "Fifth brother, where are you?!" Come back soon!! ”

The voice echoed in the sky above Wudang, spreading for ten miles, and the tone was indescribably urgent, but it was Yin Liting's voice.

Mo Li and Zhang Cuishan glanced at each other, their faces were solemn, and they immediately took up light skills and headed towards the front mountain.

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