amaotonovel Chapter 812: Betrayal and separation
Chapter 812: Betrayal and separation
It was not long after nightfall, and the bright moon had just risen. Its halo was like a baby that could not stretch its arms and legs freely, always curled up in the clouds. In the mountains and forests, it was already very dark in the evening, and when it really got dark, it was hard to see your fingers. Even if you lit a bonfire, it could only illuminate two or three feet away.
Gui Qi was afraid and did not dare to approach. He could not see Li Changxiao's face clearly from a distance of five meters. He only felt that the bonfire flickered, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, and the mysterious man was also illuminated by it. It was summer, and the night was filled with the constant chirping of cicadas, but at this moment it was surprisingly quiet.
Everything made him even more terrified. He guessed that Li Changxiao was an old man in the mountains, an unknown ghost. At that time, the ghost was seven years old and knew that monks existed. He also knew about the "Ten Thousand Immortals Filling the Sea". But he didn't think that Li Changxiao was a monk, because even monks couldn't take someone's martial arts skills at will.
Li Changxiao had no idea that in the other party's mind, he had become a black mountain demon, a strange and unknown thing. But he did see that Gui Qi was very afraid of him. He kept thinking about what happened when he was in Dayu, thinking that after he merged, maybe there was a change there. When he saw Dayu's disciples, they were also afraid of him like a flood and a beast.
I clearly didn't do anything, I just let Yuan Qingzhi buy me a drink. Now this Ghost Seven is the same.
Gui Qi suppressed his fear and thought to himself, "I'll die if I want to. I'm unworthy of being a hero if I'm so timid. If he swallows my power, I, Gui Qi, will kill myself right here. The worst that can happen is that I'll just be a corpse." Then he said, "I, Gui Qi, have a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment. I'm here to express my gratitude."
Li Changxiao asked, "Why are you so afraid of me?" Gui Qi said, "Senior, your methods are strange, how can I, Gui Qi, not be afraid?" Li Changxiao said, "I see, then come and sit down." Gui Qi took the order and sat down by the campfire. Only then did he see Li Changxiao's face clearly. He saw that he had a handsome face and did not look like a wicked person, and his fear was immediately reduced by three points.
Li Changxiao saw that Gui Qi was covered in bloodstains, with dozens of palm, knife, and sword wounds, and he was poisoned and had abdominal cramps. He didn't take a rest despite the injuries, but instead chased after him to thank him, which showed that he was a real man. Li Changxiao rubbed his fingers on the ground, took out a "ground needle", and before Gui Qi could react, he stabbed him in the hand.
Gui Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that his life was over. He closed his eyes and quietly waited for death. But he suddenly felt exhausted, his abdomen was cramped, and his body was in pain. Many discomforts turned into a continuous stream of water, which flowed towards the needle little by little and disappeared, as if he was reborn.
After a while, Li Changxiao pulled out the needle, and the needle turned into gravel powder and scattered all over the ground. Li Changxiao asked, "How do you feel?" Gui Qi was very grateful: "Thank you for your help, senior."
Li Changxiao asked, "Are you Zhang Mo's disciple?" Gui Qi was stunned: "Senior... could it be...?" He didn't dare to guess for a moment. He thought that Li Changxiao was a fellow apprentice or even a master.
Li Changxiao said, "You are a friend of your master." Gui Qi said, "So that's how it is." Everything made sense. Li Changxiao asked, "I know you said that the six people killed their fellow disciples, but what is the rule for bullying the master and destroying the ancestors?"
Gui Qi sighed deeply and told the truth.
It turns out that Zhang Mo traveled around the world, almost all over the world. In order to promote martial arts and make it flourish, she often chose talented disciples and taught them martial arts.
As time went by, his reputation grew, and he had more and more disciples.
Zhang Mo has been wandering the world for more than two hundred years. The Seven Ghosts were considered to be the earliest group of disciples. There are more and more disciples, and even if they were innocent and kind when they were accepted as disciples, they will inevitably change over time, ten, twenty, thirty, or even a hundred years.
Wu Dao Gui Qi sighed, "People are bound to change. I and those six were once known as the Seven Sons of Ghost Gate. We had a close relationship of life and death. But now it has become a matter of life and death. What about the others?"
In addition, Zhang Mo's martial arts attainments were very deep, and the martial arts she taught to her disciples were often inconsistent. It was inevitable that some were strong and some were weak. Zhang Mo's original intention was that she could not be proficient in everything when practicing martial arts alone. Her original intention was not to make her disciples more like her, but to make them more like herself. Therefore, the first consideration for the martial arts she taught was the compatibility with the disciples themselves. Arms Like Ghost Seven had strong arms and infinite strength, and was best at using swords. Zhang Mo hoped that he would study swordsmanship in depth, so she taught him Jiyun swordsmanship.
The Ghost Gate boss had a large palm with a sunken center, which gave him an extra secret acupoint compared to ordinary people, so she taught him the Great Void Sucking Palm. This palm was indeed not as deep as the Jiyun sword technique, so the Ghost Gate boss secretly felt jealous.
In fact, he had already deviated from Zhang Mo's original intention from the beginning. Zhang Mo's martial arts training was not for the purpose of fighting and ruthlessness, but for the purpose of promoting martial arts. However, most martial artists in the world only practice martial arts for the purpose of fighting and ruthlessness, which made it impossible for the master and the apprentice to carry on their will.
In this way, the root of evil has been secretly planted. After a hundred or two hundred years of brewing, it finally took root and sprouted at this moment. The last time Zhang Mo appeared was three years ago.
It was one of her former disciples who had fallen into evil ways. When she found out, she came all the way to clean up the mess. The disciples saw that she was much older than themselves, and roughly estimated that she was probably over 300 years old.
But her red lips and beautiful face remained the same. Everyone couldn't help but wonder: "Master is not a cultivator, but he can live so long. Could it be that he has a longevity technique that he practices himself and never passes on to others?"
This news spread all over the world immediately. At that time, all the cultivators were wiped out, the Tianji Dao flourished, and the warriors were slightly behind, but it was still considered a trend in the world.
Rumors spread everywhere. In addition, Zhang Mo had many disciples, and there were many people who hated her for various reasons. So they took this opportunity to make up rumors that Zhang Mo was a female devil who killed people and made blood, and did all kinds of evil.
This triggered a massive demon-fighting event. They claimed to be doing it for justice, but in fact they were just coveting Zhang Mo's longevity technique.
Hearing this, Li Changxiao felt sad and sighed. If Zhang Mo had taught martial arts all her life and ended up like this, he would never want to see it.