Although the vital points were avoided and there were no fatal injuries, Lu Lianrong, whose body was covered with curved blood lines, had become a bloody man.

After a frightened scream, Lu Lianrong finally realized that he was afraid. He looked at Li Mu with fear on his face and knelt on the ground.

"Spare your life, nephew...spare your life. No...spare your life, hero!"

Li Mu said calmly: "Spare your life... Why do I want your life!"

Lu Lianrong was stunned for a moment: "Kowtow quickly, yes, yes, the hero is right. I was at fault in the first place, and I am the one to blame. My humble life can dirty the hands of the hero."

Li Mu chuckled and said, "You're still pretty smart, so let me ask you, if someone asks you what's wrong with your injury, how should you answer?"

Lu Lianrong was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "It's... I... accidentally injured myself while practicing martial arts..."

Li Mu said: "Can practicing martial arts hurt yourself like this?"

Lu Lianrong quickly changed his words and said: "It's because I have a bad mouth and don't know where the world is. I offended the master and was taught a lesson by others."

Li Mu smiled: "It turns out that you also know that your mouth stinks!"

Lu Lianrong nodded quickly and bowed, smiling in apology.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Mu said: "Very good, very good! It seems that the uncle is not confused yet, so the nephew will leave first."

After saying that, he laughed, turned around and walked down the mountain without looking back.

Lu Lianrong was left sitting there blankly with a look of horror on his face.

After taking a cup of tea, a sigh suddenly came, and Li Mu was startled. Not far away, the whimpering sound of the harp suddenly sounded. The sound was desolate, like sighing, like crying, desolate and distant, with a sense of sadness.

He followed the sound of the piano and walked for more than ten feet when he saw a tall and slender old man sitting on a rock in front of him.

It's abjection.

I heard that Mr. Mo Da, the leader of the Hengshan School, "Xiaoxiang Yeyu", was slender and had a gaunt face. He liked to wear a long green cloth gown, and his shape was very rough. He was as thin as a tuberculosis ghost!

At the same time, he is a man of few words, and he comes and goes without a trace. The "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" played by the huqin is sad and desolate, making it difficult to hold back tears. A thin and narrow sharp sword uses "A Thousand Changes of Fantasy Hengshan"

"The Thirteen Movements of Cloud and Mist" teaches people how to guard against them. It is also known as "The sword is hidden in the harp, and the sword makes the sound of the harp!"

Could this be Mr. Mo Da from Xiaoxiang Yeyu? After Li Mu pondered for a moment, he was sure that this person was Mr. Mo Da. He took two steps forward and saluted: "Huashan disciple Lin Pingzhi has met Master Mo!"

The old man suddenly raised his head, his gaze condensed, and a pair of turbid eyes actually shot out a ray of light. He looked at Li Mu a few times, rolled his eyelids, and said: "Not bad, not bad, very good, very good..." After saying that, he turned around and

Walk!

Li Mu was stunned. This Mr. Mo Da had a really weird temper. He took out the letter from his arms and quickly caught up and said, "Uncle Mo, here is a letter written by my master!"

Seeing Mr. Mo Da stop, Li Mu handed over the letter. Mr. Mo Da took it, opened it immediately, scanned it hurriedly and said, "Mo Da is lazy by nature. If my nephew has any arrangements, just ask Junior Brother Zhao."

Li Mu said: "This disciple has been staying in your sect for several days and will leave tomorrow, so there will be no need for trouble."

Mr. Mo Da said: "That's fine, that's fine..."

As he spoke, he suddenly sighed: "Alas... Even Rong, who acted like this and got this retribution, can't blame others!"
Chapter completed!