The summer sun was scattered, the cool morning breeze was blowing, and Mo Li woke up in a daze, only to feel a stinging pain in his head like a pinprick.

Drunk?

Thinking back to all that happened last night, Mo Li only remembered chatting with Uncle Sixth at the small wine stall, but he couldn't remember the rest of the story.

It shouldn't, it shouldn't......

Mo Xuan nodded and sighed secretly, in a drunken state, his strength plummeted, and he was delirious, in case someone took the opportunity to retaliate, he and the sixth uncle had to die here together?

Drinking and making mistakes......

He sighed with emotion, turned his head, and saw that Yin Liting was also asleep on the side, covered with the same thin quilt as his body, and there was a wine jar beside him, he couldn't help but feel funny in his heart.

But there were really kind people who actually covered the two of them with futons.

Mo Li sighed that there were still many good people in the world, and at the same time stepped forward and called Yin Liting and said, "Sixth Uncle, wake up Sixth Uncle!" ”

Yin Liting slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw that it was Mo Li, he frowned a little painfully and said, "I drank too much, you stinky boy didn't stop the sixth uncle from ordering it yesterday." ”

Can you blame me for this, isn't it your old man who wants to drink it himself?!

Mo Li was angry and funny, but he didn't dare to say what was in his heart, otherwise what would he do if Yin Liting was angry again?

"Then let's go have some ...... next?" Mo Li asked tentatively.

"Drink you big-headed ghost, if Master knows that you and I are going down the mountain like this, I don't know what to do with you and me."

Yin Liting shook his head with a smile, stood up, he looked at what he was wearing, and said, "Let's go find a place to clean it first, how can I see Master like this?" ”

"Uncle Six, what do you mean?!"

Mo Li's eyes widened suddenly, and he said, "You want to go back to the mountain?!" ”

"Yes, didn't you say it very well last night?" Yin Liting asked rhetorically.

"Why is the big husband without a wife!" Don't leave the subconscious response.

"Wrong, you stinky boy doesn't have a confidante, and you only think about your wife's ......"

Yin Liting glanced at Mo Li angrily, and said, "It's to concentrate on martial arts!" ”

He paused for a moment and said, "Master, his old man is a scholar of heaven, and as his disciple, I want to carry forward his old man's martial arts." ”

"It's good to concentrate on martial arts!"

As long as you don't spend your days with alcohol like the previous two days, let alone practice martial arts, even cultivating immortals is also excellent!

Mo Li hurriedly responded: "When I went down the mountain, the old man said that in addition to Taijiquan, another Taiji swordsmanship also has a prototype, Sixth Uncle, you can help when you return to the mountain at this time!" ”

"Master, his old man's martial arts attainments, such as Taijiquan and Taiji Sword, which have laid the foundation of my Wudang lineage, how can I get started?"

He shook his head and smiled, and said to Mo Li: "I know your intentions, I'm afraid that I'm the same as a few days ago, but people can't be resurrected after death, and the living always have to look forward." ”

Speaking of the fact that people can't be resurrected after death, there is still a gloomy look on his face, which shows that Ji Xiaofu's incident still has traces in his heart.

"Sixth Uncle, it's good that you can think like this." Mo Li said with relief.

It's not in vain that he has been following sleeplessly for the past few days!

"Let's go, go find a place to wash and change into clean clothes." Yin Liting said with a smile.

The two of them were running around on the road for several days, and Mo Li paid a little attention to his image, but Yin Liting was like a walking corpse, and his body was already in tatters.

The two of them went to the ready-to-wear store in the town to buy two new clothes, and found a bathhouse to wash away the dirt all over their bodies, and when they came out, two pretty men stood on the street, hanging long swords at their waists, heroic and compelling, and the demeanor of the disciples of the famous sect was undoubtedly revealed, which caused passers-by to peek from time to time.

"Sixth uncle, are you really not going to Kunlun with me?" Mo Li asked.

Yin Liting shook his head and said, "I'm tired, I just want to go back to the mountain to rest for a few days, besides, with your martial arts, you don't need my help, and if you can't find the Jiuyang True Scripture, won't Wuji still be able to go to the Emei faction?" ”

When taking a bath in the bathhouse, Mo Li told Yin Liting about going to Kunlun to find the Jiuyang True Scripture, but there was an option to worship Emei, and he was obviously not interested in going to Kunlun in the northwest to try his luck.

It's just that he doesn't care, but Mo Li does.

Zhang Wuji is a person with great peach blossom luck, and he is also very good at provoking the pity of girls, if he is allowed to go to Mount Emei, then where does Zhou Zhiruo still want Song Qingshu's share?

"Li'er, safe journey!"

Yin Liting arched his hand at Mo Li, and then strode towards the south side of the official road.

At that time, the scorching sun was in the sky, and Yin Liting's back became blurred little by little, Mo Li thought of what this Sixth Uncle Yin had encountered on this trip, and couldn't help but repeat the previous words and shouted: "Sixth Uncle, there is no grass at the end of the world, your old man must take care of his body, why should the husband have no wife!" ”

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud ......"

Yin Liting's voice came from afar, he didn't look back, just waved his hand at Mo Li, his pace was steady, and his back was heavy, which made people feel a sense of desolation.

After a while, his back completely disappeared on the official road, and Mo Li looked at the direction he left, and couldn't help but be a little distracted for a while.

The sun was shining, sprinkling golden light, the mountains were empty, and the noise of pedestrians in the town faintly sounded.

The wind was blowing, and the young man in the green shirt was hunting.

Mo Li turned to look at the north, and without hesitation, he strode towards the north.

……

After a month, a small city at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

"Amitabha!"

A tattered-clad young monk shouted at a tavern with a bowl in his hand: "Shopkeeper, please do well, the poor monk has not eaten rice for three days." ”

"Go, go, go!"

The shopkeeper looked impatient, and said, "Where did you come from to ask for food, get out of the way, in this world, you still want to eat if you have no money?!" ”

The shopkeeper's attitude was arrogant, and when the monk saw this, he pleaded softly: "Please, the shopkeeper, your good people have good rewards, but there are leftovers, just give some to the little monks, do merciful things, and the Buddha will bless your prince Wandai." ”

"Get out of the way, I'm going to do it if I don't leave!"

The shopkeeper was unmoved, lifted his clothes, and wanted to do it.

A ray of anger flashed in the young monk's eyes, and he was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly heard someone behind him say loudly: "Take two steamed buns for this master and count them on my account." ”

The monk turned back suddenly, but saw that there was a handsome young man behind him, this young man was wearing a green shirt, a long sword hanging from his waist, his eyebrows were heroic, and there was a warm smile between the corners of his mouth, which made people can't help but have a good feeling.

It's just that the person who comes is inseparable.

"Thank you, donor." The monk made a gesture at Mo Li.

"You're welcome, Master."

Mo Li nodded at him, raised his hand and took out a small ingot of broken silver, handed it to the shopkeeper who was standing still, and said, "Go quickly." ”

……