I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

After just a few encounters, the entire house was razed to the ground.

Li Mu used his mace to support himself on the ground and stood up with difficulty. A flash of shock flashed across his eyes.

"This old man is so strong!"

Then he felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Boy, you have been able to hold out under my command for so long. I am reluctant to kill you."

Wei Li waved his sleeves, brushed off the dust on his body, opened his folding fan with a swish, and smiled.

Li Mu looked at Wei Li with disdain and then raised his middle finger.

At the same time, Wei Li narrowed his eyes slightly, put away his folding fan, turned around and blocked Zhishui, and snorted coldly:

"Mo's Kung Fu? Too bad it's not up to par yet!"

Immediately, Li Mu felt a great force coming from his hands, and he flew backwards again.

However, before the figure of one Li Mu disappeared, another Li Mu attacked Wei Li again.

But not surprisingly, they were all blown away by Wei Li's hand.

"He's no match for me! This old guy is probably as good as our teacher, or even stronger!"

Li Mu got up from the ground again.

Thinking back, among the people he had met were Mu Zhen, Left Prime Minister Lu Chongyun, Mo Wuyan, and Ge Lao.

They were all things he couldn't understand at all.

Although he had fought with Mo Wuyan before and even injured him.

But that was under the premise that Mo Wuyan intended to test Li Mu's strength. Li Mu was not sure whether the other party had used more than 50% of his strength.

Sure enough, above the first level, even a slight difference can make a world of difference.

Li Mu didn't expect that the mastermind behind his plot would actually run into such a tough guy.

"no solution anymore!"

Li Mu muttered to himself, then pointed at Wei Li and said:

"Don't you dare let me catch my breath? I'll kill you later!"

Wei Li sneered, but stood still.

Seeing this, Li Mu stood up straight and slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, another Li Mu appeared behind a tree several dozen feet away and looked back at Wei Li.

"You can't beat me but you still don't run away, do you really think I'm..."

However, as he was thinking, his steps paused.

Wei Li in the distance was no longer there.

At this moment, I heard a sound of breaking air.

Li Mu raised his mace to block, and then he felt as if his internal organs were about to be shattered, and he flew backwards again.

"I never expected that the Prince of Yan would actually flee from the battlefield!"

Wei Li sneered, and after knocking Li Mu away, he did not pursue him, but stood there and made sarcastic remarks.

It seems like he really enjoys this cat-and-mouse feeling.

Seeing that his plan failed, Li Mu sat on the ground and did not get up. He held the Zhishui in his hand and waved it vigorously at Wei Li a few times.

Like a helpless and angry lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Wei Li waved the folding fan in his hand and looked at Li Mu with some appreciation:

"I admit that for a young prince to have such a high level of cultivation, he is indeed worthy of the title of a genius. When I was his age, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move from him."

Then the topic changed and the voice became cold.

"But Prince, don't forget that geniuses also have their downfalls... What is this?"

Before Wei Li finished speaking, his Confucian robe suddenly split open a few feet long, followed by a second, a third...

There were nine sword marks in total, scattered in all directions, which were exactly the same as the movement of Li Mu when he swung Shishui in a state of helplessness and rage.

Wei Li looked shocked. He reached out and touched his robe, then looked up at Li Mu.

Li Mu bared his teeth and took a long breath.

Although Wei Li's clothes were torn, there was not a single scratch on his body.

Li Mu clearly saw that underneath the robe, there was a layer of true energy as thin as a cicada's wing.

"I have underestimated His Royal Highness. If I had just entered the first level, I would have been defeated by the prince."

Wei Li spoke, moving closer to Li Mu. The Qi attached to the folding fan was as solid as a substance, and it was obvious that he was preparing to give Li Mu a fatal blow.

"It's a pity that I am sixty years older than the prince after all."

As soon as the words fell, a stream of true energy several feet high shot straight towards Li Mu.

Li Mu's face was solemn, and the still water in his hand trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.

His eyes were fixed on the sword energy.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Li Mu clearly felt that the true energy was shooting towards him very slowly.

Inexplicably, I felt like there was nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.

"I can't stop it! I can only hide!"

Li Mu looked at the true energy gradually approaching him. The black light in the corners of his eyes was as thick as a substance. The color slowly faded and turned into gold.

"I can dodge it! I can dodge it!"

Li Mu tried hard to control his body, which seemed to have lost the will to fight.

But until the sword energy was right in front of him, Li Mu's body had not moved at all.

It wasn't that Li Mu was so frightened that he couldn't move.

But, although Li Mu had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

But from the moment Wei Li swung the sword to the moment the sword slashed towards Li Mu, the speed was so fast that it seemed as if it happened at the same time.

A huge cloud of dust suddenly rose up beside Li Mu.

However, when Wei Li saw this scene, he narrowed his eyes and unconsciously took two steps back.

An old and hoarse voice came from the smoke and dust:

"Junior brother, what are you doing? Assassinating the prince is a crime of conspiracy and treason. Confucianism cannot bear such a stigma."

Then the smoke and dust dissipated.

The Confucian master put one hand behind his back and stretched out two fingers of the other hand to clamp the sword energy, then exerted slight force with his fingers.

The sword energy dissipated into thin air.

However, what the two people present did not notice was.

Even if the Confucian master did not take action, the sword energy would still not be able to hurt Li Mu.

Li Mu's body was no longer in the direction of the sword energy.

But it seemed that Li Mu had not moved from beginning to end.

It seemed that from the very beginning, the sword energy swung by Wei Li was not aimed at Li Mu.

"What do you want, brother?"

Wei Li raised his hand, adjusted the Confucian hat on his head, and asked.

"For such a big matter, I must give an explanation to His Majesty."

The Confucian teacher spoke in a calm tone, and as soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Li Mu, who was standing aside, was breathing heavily.

I just felt that most of the true energy in my body was gone in an instant.

The golden light in the corner of his eyes turned back to black, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion and had never happened.

"Oh my god, I almost capsized in the ditch."

Li Mu struggled to stand up and looked at the two people fighting in the field.

Wei Li was in a disheveled state at this time, and the Confucian cap on his head was gone.

His white hair was scattered on his shoulders, making him look very disheveled.

However, the Confucian teacher still kept one hand behind his back, and only used two fingers from beginning to end.

With a casual wave of his hand, several sword energies were slashed out.

Facing Wei Li's attack, he did not dodge or evade.

"Oh my god, is this still martial arts?"

Li Mu sighed. The scene before him felt like a fight between martial artists and immortal cultivators. It was pure courting death.

In just a blink of an eye, Wei Li knelt on one knee in front of the Confucian teacher, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Master, Brother has already..."

The Confucian teacher shook his head slightly and interrupted Wei Li's words with a sigh:

"It's not that easy."

Wei Li frowned, and stopped asking questions. Instead, he smiled bitterly and said:

"Brother, do you really want to kill me?"

The Confucian teacher looked at Wei Li and said calmly:

"From today on, the third floor is sealed again, and you are no longer a Confucian disciple."

Then he turned to Li Mu and nodded, then said:

"Your life or death will be determined by the laws of the Xing Dynasty. After all, I have to give an explanation to the Crown Prince."

The corners of Li Mu's mouth twitched, and it was only then that he came to his senses.

The Confucian teacher had long known that there was something wrong with his junior fellow apprentice, and he was like a pawn in the army.

As expected of a scholar, he always insists on having a legitimate reason to learn.

Seeing this, Li Mu was too lazy to care about other people's housekeeping.

Even when he was saved by the Confucian master before, he was not prepared to thank him.

He turned and walked towards the two men in black who were buried under the rubble in the distance.

After all, this is why Li Mu went to so much trouble to do this.

"It turns out that I am just a discarded pawn... It turns out that I am just a discarded pawn..."

Li Mu frowned as he looked at the tall and thin man whose leg was already covered in blood.

Seeing that he was like this, and still kept muttering these two sentences, I kicked him and asked:

"Are you dead? If you want to live, answer whatever I ask."

Unexpectedly, the tall and thin man turned a deaf ear and just kept mumbling to himself.

"Your Highness, save me. I, I'll tell you anything!"

At this time, a man's shout was heard from under another piece of rubble.

Li Mu was stunned, looked in the direction of the voice, and then a kind smile appeared on his face.