Li Mochou's rebirth and transformation

At the end of summer, newly married Lu Zhanyuan climbed to the tomb of the living dead in Zhongnan Mountain alone.

Master Mo Chou couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes when he saw Lu Zhanyuan. He hadn't seen him for a few years. Although the young man's martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds, he didn't see the young people's yearning for life and the high spirits that young people should have at this age. He was so tired that he was a little world-weary. It makes people feel chills.

Lu Zhanyuan took out a catalpa tablet from his bag, and knelt down respectfully to Master Mochou at the gate of the ancient tomb.

Master Mo Chou saw that he was doing the apprentice ceremony, and he realized something in his heart. He took another look at the tablet and sighed leisurely: "Young man, you finally believe that Mo Chou is dead."

Lu Zhanyuan bowed his head and said: "The younger generation returned to their hometown this time and heard from the old man in the village that if a person dies without a tablet to support him, he will become a lonely ghost and be bullied by other ghosts... I just think that no matter whether there is this tablet or not, , Mo Chou will always live in my heart." He stroked the name on the tablet gently with his fingers, and his eyes were silent: "I once promised you that I would send Mo Chou's body back to the ancient tomb for burial. Incompetent, not only can't save Mo Chou's life, but her body is also missing. The only thing I can send back to the ancient tomb is her tablet."

Master Mo Chou took the tablet with a moving expression, and supported Lu Zhanyuan to carefully examine his complexion and spirit. Finally, she frowned and said seriously: "If you always recite Mo Chou, your life will not last long."

"Life is up to fate, why force it." Lu Zhanyuan smiled lightly, looked into the tomb and said, "Senior, Lu wants to see Lingbo."

Master Mochou looked at him for a while, then turned around and led him to the woods behind the ancient tomb.

When Lu Zhanyuan saw He Lingbo, she was practicing the light kung fu of the ancient tomb school with Xiao Longnv. The ice doll was already good at such a young age, and she was able to shuttle freely among the flowers in white clothes. But little Lingbo couldn't keep up with the speed of the ice doll, and ran left Running to the right, running to the right, running around but not being able to catch up, and finally plunging into the flowers to catch butterflies.

Children also grow flesh quickly, and the old skeleton frame has been raised by Grandma Sun to be a round and fat little man, but after all, he has the foundation of kung fu, and he runs like a wind at every step.He Lingbo was looking at a big blue-winged and white-white butterfly. When he swooped quickly, he found that the target was gone. In front of him stood a tall and handsome young man. The young man spread his palm towards her, and the butterfly seemed to be doing magic Drilled out from between his fingers and flew away gracefully.She couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise, and happily called out, "Master!"

Lu Zhanyuan caught the little meat pier that crashed into his arms, feeling both surprised and comforted in his heart.In fact, he was extremely suspicious just now that he had identified the wrong person.

The little dragon girl also flew over when she saw someone coming, Lu Zhanyuan specially brought a lot of gadgets and snacks that children love to play with in the package, and took the package to the two girls at this time.When He Lingbo saw the sweet cakes and stuffed plums, he clapped his hands happily. He looked around and found that the master was not there, so he began to eat happily, while Xiao Longnv picked up a windmill and poked the colored paper curiously.

Lu Zhanyuan sat among the flowers and looked at the two with a smile. The clouds in the sky were sparse and the wind was gentle.

While eating, He Lingbo happily walked around him and talked about the two years of hard life in the ancient tomb, why her master has a face of ice cubes and a bean curd heart, grandma Sun is a nagging god of cooking, and her little uncle is not a fairy The reincarnation is a bee becoming a spirit, Lu Zhanyuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard it.

The girl was talking vigorously, but there was a distant chime sound from the top of the mountain. Lu Zhanyuan couldn't help turning his head to look at the top of Zhongnan Mountain.The blue sky and the bright sun are not the time for the Quanzhen Sect to run out.

He Lingbo turned his head and tugged at his sleeve quietly, put his face close to his ear and whispered: "Master, my little uncle and I sneaked to the foot of the mountain to catch hares a few days ago, and found a group of people dressed in strange clothes. Those people destroyed the Jiejian Pool of Quanzhen Sect!"

Lu Zhanyuan thought to himself, Quanzhen Sect is the mainstay of today's martial arts, how could anyone dare to provoke Quanzhen Six Masters so blatantly, I'm afraid it's just a child who misunderstood.

He Lingbo was still saying: "Not only that, those people beat all the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect to the ground! At first I looked at it for fun, thinking that Wang Chongyang's disciples and grandchildren are really inferior No wonder Shigong asked me to spit on the old man's portrait! But when the leader of the group of weirdos spoke, I couldn't help but-" At this point she waved her small fist vigorously, showing that she is still very angry now : "He actually said that we Central Plains people are all drunk and rice bags! Oh, the little Taoist priests told him that the master masters are all in retreat, and he said that we Central Plains people are all shrinking turtles!"

Lu Zhanyuan's face gradually became serious: "Go on."

He Lingbo's face collapsed, and he pointed at the ice doll and said in aggrieved way: "The group of weirdos said that they would compete with the little Taoist priests for seven days. If no one can beat them, they will disband Quanzhen Sect! The master said about this, but both the master and the junior uncle told me not to meddle in the affairs of the Quanzhen sect..." She lowered her head and pouted sullenly: "My father didn't teach me that way."

Lu Zhanyuan thought to himself that it was no wonder that when he climbed Zhongnan Mountain, he met many little Taoist priests running down the mountain in a hurry. Now that he thought about it, it might be that the Quanzhen Sect sent people to find rescuers.At this time, the sound of the bell running out on the top of the mountain can be heard in people's ears, and there is a sense of tension that the building is about to collapse.

"...a martial arts competition for seven days?" He stroked Xiao Lingbo's Baotou reassuringly, a light of deep thought flashed in his detailed eyes.

He can somewhat understand Master Mochou's idea of ​​being alone. After all, the Ancient Tomb Sect lives in seclusion all year round, away from the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals.

But understanding does not mean agreeing.

If it is true that everything is done by foreigners as Ling Bo said, then he has to go up the mountain to find out.

The ancient cemetery is located in a remote place, and the surrounding fields can only hear the chirping of birds, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.He didn't know that someone had already set up a martial arts arena at the foot of the Quanzhen Sect mountain, with the sound of drums beating, the crowd was furious, and many heroes who heard the news were about to show their fists and kicks to win glory for the Central Plains martial arts.

At this time, there were two people fighting for supremacy on the stage, one of them was wearing a long robe and wielding a pair of knives, his martial arts were excellent; the other was dressed in Mongolian clothes, the man was very burly, nine feet tall, strong and strong It's like a tower.The giant was born with supernatural power, and after a few rounds of fighting, he knocked his opponent off the ring with one palm. The two-knife hero was directly hit in the spleen by that palm, his internal organs ruptured, and he vomited blood and fell unconscious.

The giant strode across the center of the ring with big strides, raised his hands high, and roared excitedly.

Everyone in the audience was terrified.

An aristocratic young man in fine attire led a few of his men leisurely to the giant, and said loudly, "Master Gao made a life-and-death contract with Wang before he entered the arena. If he loses, he will seal his sword and withdraw from the arena." I, Wang Shunqing, solemnly announce today that there will no longer be Qingcheng Double Swords Gate in the martial arts world!" Your young master raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Is there anyone in the audience who dares to come up to the stage to compete with my Mongolian number one warrior?"

A gray felt tent was temporarily set up a few feet away from the stage, and there were three people in the tent, one man and two women, sitting around the table.The man's appearance was somewhat similar to that of the noble young man on the stage, but he was less elegant and profound, and more arrogant and domineering.He looked at the stage and sneered, "After so many competitions, the people of Song Dynasty lost completely! It seems that the martial arts in the Central Plains are only mediocre!"

The middle-aged woman beside him glanced at him, and said coldly, "It's not that the martial arts in the Central Plains are mediocre, but that your elder brother knows how to sneak in."

Wang Shunpu knew that his brother had seized the opportunity of the Six Quanzhen's retreats to make a big fuss, and the news of the fight here in just seven days might not have reached the ears of many masters. Authentic: "You actually help the Han people gain prestige!"

The middle-aged woman asked back: "Is it necessary for me as a Miao girl?" She looked at the woman in purple on the opposite side, and said with a sneer, "Why don't you doubt her?"

Wang Shunpu was at a loss for words for a moment, he didn't want to offend the woman his elder brother admired, and this woman's life was under his elder brother's control, how could he have the guts to turn against him?Thinking of this, he said: "Although Tana is a Han Chinese, she has already beaten the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen sect to the ground in the ring. Naturally, there is no need to doubt her loyalty."

"Loyalty?" Miao Nu smiled ironically, "I saved her heart, but I don't see any loyalty in her heart."