Wudang Mountain, cold wind, snow-capped.

Mo Li walked on the mountain road, only to feel that his heart was cold.

The Pure Yang Wuji Gong, which had been cultivated for more than ten years, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, which had entered the ninth layer, had lost their effectiveness at this moment.

No matter how clever the internal strength is, it can resist the wind and frost outside, but it can't resist the ice and snow in the heart.

Zhang Wuji was very happy to see Mo Li for the first time, and he was very happy that this sword god who had made a great reputation outside came back, but he was talking about it for a long time, Mo Li just dealt with it casually, and he gradually became silent.

Senior Brother Mo seems to have something on his mind!

The swordsmanship is superb, and Senior Brother Mo, who is almost invincible in the world, actually has something on his mind?!

Xiao Zhang's eyes widened, and one thought after another crossed his mind.

Different from the previous life, in this life, although he has cold poison on his body, he has not had a seizure, no different from ordinary people, two years on the mountain, he has already known a lot of world things, and the age of twelve can be called a teenager.

Looking at the man with a faint desolation and sadness hidden in the figure in front of him, subconsciously, Xiao Zhang remembered the story of going down the mountain to listen to a book some time ago.

The hero is in the twilight, and the beauty is in tears......

When Uncle Song came back, he seemed to say that the sister of the Yang family who had been to the mountains was very compatible with him, so he ......

"So Senior Brother Mo, are you hurt by love?" Xiao Zhang asked with a pair of innocent eyes.

Mo Li, who was thinking about how to tell Song Yuanqiao and the others about the murder of Yin Liting, suddenly stumbled under his feet and almost slipped on the mountain road.

He turned his head to look at the curious young man beside him, and said angrily, "Who told you that I was hurt by love?" ”

"But, isn't that all the stories of the storytellers under the mountain like this?"

Zhang Wuji said seriously: "Young hero, walking the rivers and lakes, hurt by love, slumped, senior brother, you can't slump!" If it doesn't work, I'll ask my mother to find you a few more good chivalrous girls, there is always something suitable for you...... Oops, why are you hitting me?! ”

Comrade Xiao Zhang covered his forehead and looked at Mo Li with a look of grievance.

"I'm a senior brother, what's wrong with beating you?"

Mo Li raised his hand angrily and said, "If you talk nonsense, there will be more pain!" ”

"But Senior Brother Song said that the best way to forget about emotional wounds is to start a relationship again, and I am ...... for you Oops! ”

Before the last good word could be spoken, Xiao Zhang took another beating, and he looked at Mo Li with tears in his eyes and said, "Senior brother, you are bullying, I won't leave with you!" ”

He covered his forehead, and with a light effort, he walked off into the distance.

Mo Li looked at the back of the young man in the distance, and couldn't help but shake his head angrily and funny, this stinky boy, where did he learn.

Wudang Mountain is high and steep, under the wind and snow, the mountain road is muddy, and it is very difficult to walk.

However, Mo Li's footsteps were calm and steady, and the wind and snow in the sky could not stop him from stepping forward at all.

After a short walk, they entered the Zhenwu Square, the square was very lively, a group of disciples were braving the wind and snow to practice swords, among them there were old faces, there were also new faces, I think it was this year, the new disciples who entered the Wudang gate wall.

"It's Senior Brother Mo!"

"Senior Brother Mo is really back!"

"Hello Senior Brother Mo!"

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Everyone stopped practicing their swords, and those who were familiar with each other took the initiative to greet him, while those who were not familiar looked at him in a daze, their faces full of admiration and excitement.

Mo Li bowed to everyone one by one, and finally passed through the square and entered the Zixiao Palace.

In Zixiao Palace, two figures sat on the main seat.

One person is about forty years old, with slightly white sideburns, a fat figure, three locks of long beard, and a very elegant appearance, it is Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang faction!

And the other person looked at the younger age, wearing a Taoist robe, burly, with a solemn face, and not smiling, but it was Yu Daiyan, a third hero!

Looking at Yu Daiyan sitting there, a touch of joy appeared on Mo Li's face, and he exclaimed: "Third uncle, I haven't seen you for a year, you are all well now?!" ”

"It's all thanks to your boy!"

Yu Daiyan stroked his long beard with his hand, laughed, was paralyzed for ten years, and it was a happy thing to stand up again.

He was originally a heroic figure who crisscrossed the rivers and lakes, and now he can walk in the rivers and lakes again, and the joy in his heart is naturally irrepressible.

Since he recovered from his injuries, the disciples on the mountain have felt that this three heroes, who are a little withdrawn and cold, have suddenly changed as a person, and they are much more approachable.

"Third brother!"

Song Yuanqiao called, with a little dissatisfaction in his voice.

The smile on Yu Daiyan's face suddenly disappeared, and he turned into that solemn and indifferent face again, just looking at Mo Li's eyes with a hint of schadenfreude.

Mo Lizheng was puzzled, Song Yuanqiao suddenly slapped the case, and shouted with a black face: "Rebel, you are guilty!" ”

The sound was infused with internal force, echoing in the Zixiao Palace, and the ears of the people who were shocked were buzzing, which showed that the heart of this Wudang Song master was depressed!

The matter of the sixth uncle, does the master already know?!

Mo Xuan was at a loss, knelt on the ground with a puff, and said, "Master, the disciple is guilty!" ”

"You are guilty, you are guilty!"

Song Yuanqiao stood up and scolded angrily: "What did you tell the teacher before he separated from you, and how did you tell the teacher, did you do it?!" ”

"The master told the disciple to be careful, and the disciple promised the master to take care of the sixth uncle." Mo Li said with a sad face.

At the end of that day, Song Yuanqiao was afraid that he would go to the northwest and be plotted by the Ming Sect, so he advised him to be more careful, and let the two sides go south and north to find Yin Liting, who expected to ...... in the end

He sighed, the scene of the separation from Yin Liting that day was still vaguely in front of him, but the old man was no longer in the world.

There is no pain in the world than parting.

Mo Li took out a flat bag from his bosom, which contained a few books and a small bag, and he untied the matching sword from his waist and put it in front of him.

"What is this?" Song Yuanqiao asked.

"This is the secret book of Jiuyang Divine Skill that the disciple accidentally got in Kunlun Mountain, please ask the master to hand it over to the master so that he can treat the injuries of the junior brother Wuji."

Mo Li pointed to the items in front of him and said: "This is the ashes of the Ruyang Wang's family, as well as the sword of the sixth uncle, because the sixth uncle died of the disciple, the disciple knows the sin and is willing to accept any punishment from the master." ”

"Your sixth uncle is dead?"

Yu Daiyan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why don't I know?" ”

"It was done by the lord of Ruyang Wang, they took advantage of the sixth uncle's return to the mountain, followed secretly, and besieged with many masters, and the sixth uncle only left this sword down, and the corpse did not know where it was." Mo Li said.

"Stinky boy, what nonsense are you talking about, your sixth uncle is recuperating from his injuries on the mountain, what is dead!" Song Yuanqiao snorted angrily.

Uncle Six isn't dead?!

Mo Li was stunned on the spot, looked at Song Yuanqiao in disbelief, and said, "Master, you say it again!" ”

"Your sixth uncle is recuperating from his injuries on the mountain, don't talk nonsense!" Song Yuanqiao is colorful.

This sentence was like a thunderbolt on the top of Mo Li's head, and he only felt that the gloomy clouds that had been deposited in his heart for days disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't help but look up and laugh at the sky:

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

At the top of Wudang Mountain, the wind and snow gradually subsided.

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