Chapter 19: The True Heritage

Mo Shenggu suddenly jumped off the cliff, naturally not looking for death. It's about having its own plans.

Mosheng Valley and Zongruba fought hundreds of times, coming and going for dozens of miles. I am already exhausted, and there will be no second result if I continue to fight, and there is a dead end. And if you jump off a cliff, you have half the vitality, and life and death depend on the number of qi.

Mo Shenggu could also see Zong Luba who saw it, but Zong Luba couldn't stop it.

After all, Mo Shenggu's martial arts are not ordinary. The cliff is right there for you, and you can't stop it. Although Zong Koba expected that he would not die if he jumped off the cliff, after all, he would not gamble with his life, and there was a glimmer of life.

Mo Shenggu only heard the wind whistling in his ears, as if someone was screaming in his ears.

At the time of the crisis, Mo Shenggu did not panic, took a deep breath, his eyes were like electricity, and suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a small tree on the edge of the cliff.

How great is the force of a fall, how can a small tree hold it? The small tree had no effect at all, and was uprooted in an instant.

Mo Shenggu's shot was like lightning, no matter what protruding things on the cliff, or trees or stones, they were all grabbed by Mo Shenggu fiercely, and they were used to reduce the speed of the fall between them.

Even if Mo Shenggu was protecting his hands with his true qi, he felt a sharp pain in his ten fingers under such a fall, as if he was about to break.

I was about to fall into the rocks below the cliff. Mo Shenggu spun his feet and slapped his palms on the mountain rocks, turning the force from the mountain down to the horizontal force. The whole flew out, dozens of feet away.

The strength dissipated, and Mo Shenggu jumped up again on his tiptoes. The limbs are hugged together and the body is like a ball of meat. It rolled on the spot for dozens of feet before it stopped.

Mo Shenggu spread out in a big character, lying on the ground, not wanting to move. I only felt pain everywhere in my body, and I didn't have any strength.

The few times he just went off the cliff was easy to say, but it was already the best time that Mo Shenggu had learned in his life. Finally saved a small life. I just don't know when that Zongluba came again?Mo Shenggu thought silently in his heart. He would never have thought that Zongkopa would not chase him. Mo Shenggu and Zongkoba fought hundreds of times. I also have some understanding of the person Zong Kopa, at least I have a sense of what level Zong Kopa's martial arts are now. Mo Shenggu felt that Zong Luba at this time was on par with Zhang Cuishan's martial arts.

In the same way, Zong Luba also touched the bottom of Mosheng Valley carefully. Naturally, after Mo Shenggu jumped off the cliff, he also had his own inferences about how much he could live. Nature will chase. It is Mo Shenggu himself, if someone dares to kill Wudang disciples under Wudang Mountain, no matter whether it is right or wrong, Mo Shenggu will kill this person even if he goes to heaven and earth.

Mo Shenggu just didn't know how long it would take for Zongkoba to go around this cliff and come down.

Mo Shenggu struggled to stand up, fighting all day long, plus a cliff jump, which consumed Mo Shenggu's energy. But now is not the time to rest, so it's better to get out of here.

Mo Shenggu looked around, but he didn't know what the road was, and said in his heart: "I'm from the north, let's go north." "After recognizing the direction, he strode north.

Mo Shenggu had been gone for only a few hours. A monk came to this place. It was Zonklapa.

Holding a rosary in his hand, his eyes like torches, he looked at the traces on the ground. I know it. The Heavenly Eye of the Six Divine Powers will naturally not be as magical as in Buddhism, but it is also a magical martial art to observe the subtleties, gain insight into the flaws of martial arts, and see changes in true qi. The various traces of Mo Shenggu naturally couldn't escape Zong Guba's eyes.

Finding the traces of Mosheng Valley, Zong Luba was not in a hurry. He thought, "I've been chasing Moshenggu for a day, and I'm exhausted. Even if you catch up at this moment, you may not be able to kill this murderer, it is better to recharge your energy at this time and wait for the next battle. ”

Dzongkepa took dry food and water, and hastily used some of it. Then close your eyes and recuperate. Start recuperating.

Mo Shenggu hurriedly walked north for half a day, and saw that it was getting late. I found a cave and hunted a hare. and no more. Meditate cross-legged for the night.

The sun rose in the east, Mo Shenggu opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath, like a sharp arrow, and the breath gradually dissipated until a zhang away.

Mo Shenggu's true qi dissipated a lot, but Mo Shenggu gradually tasted some signs. Although his true qi dissipated a lot after a vicious battle, it was not that Mo Shenggu's combat power had decreased, but that he had improved slightly. Mo Shenggu's true qi was like an iron embryo, and yesterday's fierce battle was like a beating. After fighting one after another, Mo Shenggu's true qi became more and more refined.

Although Mo Shenggu didn't know what was going on, he knew that this one was good or bad. I don't care about it anymore.

Mo Shenggu got up and wanted to leave, but suddenly stopped again without knowing what was wrong.

The cave where Mosheng Valley is located is deep and long, and there is no end in sight. And Mo Shenggu just rested at the entrance of the cave for the night. Yesterday night, I couldn't see clearly, but I opened it again at this time, and I clearly saw the traces left by some people here.

There are sword marks on the stone wall, and there are traces of heavy handwriting. Although the wind and sun were blurred in many places, Mo Shenggu could still see that it was two big masters who left traces here, and even he was not the opponent of one of them.

Mo Shenggu walked into the cave, because the cave was facing east, when the sun had just risen, the sunlight was projected in, and there was a slight light in the cave, coupled with Mo Shenggu's internal achievements, he could see clearly.

There are traces of fights along the way. Mo Shenggu also saw a broken sword, which was the upper half of a sword, which could only be said to be a piece of iron at this time, but even so, the blade of this sword was still very sharp. It's a good sword.

Mo Shenggu finally walked to the cave today, and saw two stone piles, one stone pile was relatively neat, and the other seemed to be a mountain stone dump, which was very irregular.

A wooden box sits in front of a stone pile.

Mo Shenggu already had a prediction in his heart.

Mo Shenggu stepped forward and picked up the wooden box, the wooden box was fastened very tightly, like a whole, Mo Shenggu pulled it hard before pulling it open. I saw a robe in the wooden box. It's the same as the way Mo Shenggu saw Zong's robe. Someone wrote a few words in blood on it. "Li Zhichang's masterpiece".

Mo Shenggu looked down.

"In the battle of Dadu, the religion was defeated and lost, and the man spoke his word, and the horse was difficult to chase. The religion has since vanished. However, since the Chongyang patriarch preached in Shandong, the century-old Taoist unification dynasty was cut off, and this hatred is not shared. A certain person who thought that if he learned the innate skills, he could punish the people of the Great Snow Mountain, but Ge Ma Bazun was also a master, and he fought with me for thousands of miles, and died in a certain hand in this place with a single move. However, I was also seriously injured and no longer alive. It is not a pity to die, but the Taoist system of the Chongyang Patriarch is absolutely not today? The people of later generations can see this book, which shows that there is a fate, and a certain will leave the Quanzhen Sect here, and the people of later generations do not have to worship me as a teacher, but only need to carry forward the martial arts of this sect and establish their own sect, so that the Chongyang Patriarch will have a teaching system, and I will be very happy. The real Li Zhichang is a masterpiece. ”

In addition to this unique pen, there are also innate skills, Jinguan Lock Jade Jue and other true martial arts, and a whole robe is slowly filled with words. The dark red blood book was not very recognizable on the robe, but Mo Shenggu couldn't take his eyes off it at a glance.

After a while, Mo Shenggu stomped his foot fiercely and put the robe on his body. Although Mo Shenggu really wanted to watch it. But Mo Shenggu knew that there was Zong Gruba chasing behind him, so how could he delay for a long time again. However, letting a person who loves martial arts can't read cheats and can't practice martial arts really makes Mo Shenggu feel uncomfortable.

The priorities, Mo Shenggu still knows.

Mo Shenggu looked at the two stone piles again, speculated in his heart, and thought: "This senior Li Zhichang and Ge Ma Bazun who died here are both first-class masters, even if they are Yang Xiao's generation. I'm afraid it's not an opponent, but he died here quietly, I'm afraid the world doesn't know that there is such a master, Buddhism has clouds, becomes, lives, bad, and emptiness. Is this the case in life?"

I thought again: "I came here, the people of Daxue Mountain started as soon as they met, they must have regarded me as a true relic, but it was my Taoist robe that brought me trouble, I took on the cause and effect of the true relic, and the martial arts of this true relic were sent to the door, and the bizarre world is really better than a novel." ”

Mo Shenggu suppressed the sigh in his heart, came to Li Zhichang's tomb and knelt down, clasped his head and prayed silently: "Senior Li, I am a disciple of Wudang, and I can't set up another door to disappoint you." But I will present this matter to the master, let the master decide, no matter how bad it is, it can also be passed down in Wudang, and it will live up to the trust of the predecessors. ”

Mo Shenggu got out of the cave, found some big stones, and buried the entire cave entrance, not wanting anyone to disturb Li Zhichang's purity. After doing these things, it was almost noon. Mosheng Valley headed north again.

Although Mo Shenggu was new to the rivers and lakes, before going out, Zhang Sanfeng also warned that although he was not very proficient in the means of hiding his traces, he was by no means unaware. Mo Shenggu made some arrangements as he walked forward. But I don't know if this can mislead Zongkopa.

Along the way, the terrain became higher and higher, and gradually there were traces of snow. Mo Shenggu knew in his heart that this had reached the vicinity of the snow line, and Mo Shenggu looked at the snow-capped mountains in front of him.

But Mo Shenggu will not look back.

Although I haven't seen Zong Gruba in the past few days, Mo Shenggu is sure that Zong Gruba is following behind, this is a warrior's intuition, returning to fight with Zong Gruba, the chance of winning is very small, and Mo Shenggu has lost his way, this radius of hundreds of miles is no man's land, so he has to go north with all his heart, and there will always be people to see.

Mo Shenggu slowly studied Quanzhen martial arts along the way, but Quanzhen's internal skills are broad and profound, and they are deeply involved with Taoism, and they mostly use Taoist falsehoods. I had to look at the martial arts moves first.