Chapter 842: Deserted by Friends

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 is already very dark in the evening, and when it gets really dark, it is even harder to see even if you stretch out your hand. Even if a bonfire is lit, it can only illuminate the surrounding area two or three feet away.

Gui Qi was wary and did not dare to approach. Five feet away, he couldn't see Li Changxiao's face clearly. He could only feel the bonfire flickering, bright and dim for a while, illuminating the mysterious man. It was summer, and the cicadas were chirping constantly at night, but it was surprisingly quiet at the moment.

Everything made the fear in his heart even worse, and he guessed that Li Changxiao was an old man from the mountains and an unknown ghost. Yigui was seven years old at that time and knew about the monk's existence. I also know about the great event of "Ten Thousand Immortals Reclamating the Sea". But he didn't realize that Li Changxiao was a monk, because even a monk couldn't do it if he took anyone's martial arts training at will.

Li Changxiao didn't know that in the other person's heart, he seemed to be an old monster from Montenegro, a strange and unknown thing. But he did see that Gui Qi was extremely afraid of him. I couldn't help but think back to what happened to Dayu, thinking that something might have changed after I merged. When they saw Dayu's disciples and grandchildren, they were also afraid that they would be like a savage beast.

He clearly didn't do anything, so he just let Yuan Qingzhi treat him to a drink. The same is true for Gui Qi now.

Gui Qi suppressed his fear and thought in his heart: "I will die if I die. Being so timid and cowering is not a good man. If he swallows my cultivation, I, Gui Qi, will kill myself here. At worst, I will leave a corpse." So he said : "I, Ghost Seven, have a clear grudge and I am here to express my gratitude."

Li Chang smiled and said: "Why are you so afraid of me?" Gui Qi said: "Senior's methods are weird, how can I not be afraid of Gui Qi." Li Chang smiled and said: "I see, then come over and sit down." Gui Qi led Life, sitting by the campfire. Only then could he see Li Changxiao's face clearly. Seeing that this man's face was handsome and not like an evil person, the fear in his heart was immediately reduced by three points.

Li Changxiao saw that Gui Qi was covered in bloodstains, dozens of palm wounds, knife wounds, and sword wounds. He was also poisoned and had abdominal cramps. Carrying such an injury and not recuperating, but chasing after him to thank him, you can see that he is a man. Li Changxiao rubbed his fingers on the ground and took out a "ground needle". Without waiting for Gui Qi's reaction, a needle stuck into his hand.

Gui Qi's heart skipped a beat, realizing that my life was over. He closed his eyes and waited quietly for death. However, he suddenly felt exhausted all over his body, abdominal cramps, body pain, and many discomforts, turned into a steady stream of water, converging towards the ground needle little by little, disappearing, like a new life.

After a while, Li Changxiao pulled out the ground needle, which turned into gravel powder and scattered on the ground. Li Chang smiled and said, "How do you feel?" Gui Qi was grateful: "Thank you, senior, for taking the initiative."

Li Changxiao asked: "Are you Zhang Mo's disciple?" Gui Qi was stunned: "Senior...could it be...is..." He didn't dare to guess randomly. I think it is possible that Li Changxiao is a senior brother or even a senior master.

Li Chang smiled and said: "I am your master's friend." Gui Qi said: "That's it." Everything makes sense. Li Changxiao asked: "You said that those six people harmed their fellow disciples, I know, but what kind of regulations are they to bully their master and destroy their ancestors?"

Gui Qi sighed deeply and informed him of the matter.

It turns out that Zhang Mo traveled around the world, almost all over the world. In order to promote martial arts and make martial arts prosperous, he often selected talented disciples and taught them martial arts.

As time went by, his reputation grew bigger and bigger, and he had more and more disciples and grandsons.

Zhang Mo traveled around the world for more than two hundred years. The Seven Sons of the Ghost Sect are considered to be the earliest batch of disciples. There are more and more disciples and disciples. Even if they were innocent and good-natured when they were accepted as disciples, it is inevitable that they will not change as time goes by, ten, twenty, thirty, or even a hundred years.

Wu Dao Gui Qi sighed: "People will inevitably change. Those six people and I were once known as the Seven Sons of the Gui Sect. We were originally closely related to each other in life and death. Now we are also in conflict with each other in life and death. Not to mention other people."

In addition, Zhang Mo was extremely accomplished in martial arts, and the martial arts he taught his apprentices were often inconsistent. It is inevitable that some will be strong and some will be weak. Zhang Mo's original intention was that if she practiced martial arts by herself, she would never be able to master everything. Her intention in teaching her disciples was not to make them more like her, but to make them more like herself. Therefore, the first consideration in the martial arts taught is its compatibility with the apprentice himself. Qi Qi's arms were as strong as ghosts and he was extremely powerful. He was the best at using swords. Zhang Mo wanted him to study the sword technique deeply, so he taught him the Jiyun sword technique.

The boss of the ghost sect had broad palms with sunken palms, and one more secret hole than ordinary people, so she told him to suck his palms in the air. This palm is indeed no deeper than Jiyun Sword, so much so that the boss of the ghost sect is secretly jealous.

In fact, he deviated from Zhang Mo's original intention from the beginning. Zhang Mo's martial arts practice does not mean to compete with others, but to promote martial arts. However, most martial artists in the world only practice martial arts to compete for strength and ruthlessness, which makes the master and disciple unable to connect their wills.

In this way, the root of the disaster has been secretly planted. After another 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 fell into evil ways. After she learned about it, she came all the way to clean up the family. The disciples saw that she was clearly much older than themselves. A rough estimate suggested that she was over three hundred years old.

But the red lips remain the same. They couldn't help but think: "Master is not a monk, but he can live for such a long time. Could it be that he has a life-extending technique and practices it himself, but never wants to teach it to others?"

This news immediately spread throughout the world. At that time, the monks were wiped out, Tianji Dao was flourishing, and warriors were a little behind, but they were still considered the trend of 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, killing people to make blood, and doing all kinds of evil.

This triggered a huge demon-fighting event. They claimed to be for justice, but in fact they were mostly coveting Zhang Mo's longevity skills.

Hearing this, Li Changxiao was 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.