Just like in the original book, Linghu Chong had joined the Huashan Sect by chance and became the eldest senior brother of the Huashan Sect, as well as the chief disciple of Yue Buqun, the Noble Sword.
Speaking of the Huashan Sect, it was once a prominent top sect and the leader of the Five Mountain Sword Sects. Its status was comparable to the Spiritual Vulture Temple and Wudang Mountain. At that time, whenever the Huashan Sect was mentioned, the people in the martial arts world would give it a thumbs up and say that they admired it.
However, it was fate that the peak of prosperity would decline. The Huashan Sect was at its peak, but because of a battle for sword qi, the entire sect was in chaos.
The disciples of the Sword Qi Sect and Sword Qi Sect had agreed to have a duel on the Peak of the Jade Maiden. Who would have thought that in the end, their eyes would turn red from killing and they would no longer stop there. Instead, they would fight to the death.
As a result, the Huashan disciples were covered in blood and suffered heavy casualties. The Huashan Sect had also suffered a great loss because of the internal strife this time. They had less than ten percent of their strength left. They were only left with a few big cats and a few small cats. They were no longer the leader of the Five Peaks.
Otherwise, Yue Buqun wouldn't have immediately accepted such a talented child like Linghu Chong. He had to give him a test.
Although this was a legendary sect, the origins of the Huashan Sect were indeed strange. It seemed to have no roots at all. Ling Huchong recalled the memories of his previous life in detail. However, Jin Yong's original book did not seem to mention the founder of the Huashan Sect, which gave him a headache.
" I was stupid. I could have just asked my master." Ling Huchong laughed at himself. He woke up early the next day and went to the martial arts field to look for his master.
Yue Buqun woke up very early every morning because his most powerful technique, the Purple Clouds Divine Art, was able to absorb a wisp of purple qi from the east in the early morning. This purple qi was of extremely high quality and could greatly increase the power of internal energy. It also had the miraculous effect of treating internal injuries. It was very magical.
Today, Yue Buqun had changed into a dark green robe. He didn't look like a sect master, but more like a teacher. His face had a warm smile like the morning sun, looking very manly.
Yue Buqun saw that Linghu Chong had already gotten up so early, so diligent, completely unlike his peers who were lazy, the smile in his eyes grew: "Chong-er, you're already up? Did you rest well last night?"
The current Yue Buqun did not look like a hypocrite. Instead, he looked like a kind father full of righteousness. His words were full of concern and love. After all, Linghu Chong was the only successor of the Huashan Sect.
" I couldn't sleep, so I came to pay my respects to Master. I should also get up early to practice martial arts." Ling Huchong felt a warmth in his heart. A crack began to appear in his frozen heart after a year of ups and downs. At this moment, Yue Buqun wasn't the hypocrite in the books of his previous life who would resort to unscrupulous means to achieve his goals, but a kind teacher, like a kind father.
In his previous life, Lin Hu was extremely sympathetic to Yue Buqun. The heavy responsibility of the rise of Mount Hua was on his shoulders, so he had no choice but to work hard for the rise of Mount Hua. He even went against his conscience and did some despicable things with the name of the Noble Sword. In the end, he was betrayed and left by his friends.
Actually, Yue Buqun's twisted personality was largely due to his disciples being disappointing. Especially Linghu Chong, who was the only one with excellent talent. However, he did not think about improving himself all day long. He was greedy for wine and fun, making him unable to see the hope of his future generation. In the end, Yue Buqun's thoughts had reached a dead end, so he castrated himself and practiced the sword. In order to preserve the heritage of Mount Hua, he allowed the sect to rise.
" Master, this time, I will not let you become like that. I will share your burden. If Zuo Lengchan and the others want to touch the Huashan Sect, let me chop off their claws," Linghu Chong thought to himself.
" Chong-er, you have already become a disciple of Mount Hua yesterday. We will return to Mount Hua in a few days to officially hold the ceremony for your apprenticeship." Yue Buqun looked at Linghu Chong with great satisfaction. This child not only had a strong foundation, but his comprehension was also astonishing. He was only nine years old, but he was already able to master the Arhat Fist.
What satisfied him the most was that this child had a calm personality, was willing to endure hardships, and was patient. For a martial artist, perseverance and patience were the most important. As the saying goes, hard work can make up for one's ineptitude, not to mention that Linghu Chong was extremely talented!
If Chong-er could continue to practice martial arts so diligently, perhaps the hope of Mount Hua rising would fall on his generation, Yue Buqun thought gratefully.
Perhaps in this life, Ling Huchong had changed, and Yue Buqun would no longer walk down the path of self-destruction! The world was a mystery, who could explain it clearly!
"Master, do we still have to hold another apprenticeship ceremony?”Linghu Chong said.
Yue Buqun touched Ling Huchong's head: " Of course, our Huashan Sect is a big sect with hundreds of years of heritage. How can we be so hasty when the chief disciple of the sect is a disciple!"”
"Master, can you tell me about the origins of our Huashan Sect?”Ling Huchong helped Yue Buqun to sit down, and obediently pinched his back as he asked.
When Yue Buqun heard this question, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes: "Chong-er, the history of our Huashan Sect! It had been a long time since the Southern Song Dynasty. At that time, the Quan Zhen Sect was the leader of the Chinese Pugilistic World. The disciples of Quan Zhen Sect were famous for their chivalrous deeds. They also had seven leaders, who were highly skilled and respected.”
" Unfortunately, a few traitors appeared and caused the Quan Zhen Sect to be captured by the Mongolian army and burned to ruins," Yue Buqun said," However, the seven leaders of the Quan Zhen Sect did not all die and the orthodoxy did not go extinct. And our Huashan Sect was founded by one of the Seven Sons, Hao Datong.”
"Oh!" Linghu Chong suddenly realized that the speculations on the internet in his previous life were correct. Huashan Sect was really a descendant of Quanzhen Sect!
He didn't ask about Huashan's current situation. On one hand, he knew very well in his heart, and on the other hand, he didn't want to bring up his master's sad matter.
"Since our Huashan Sect has such a powerful background, then I have to work even harder to cultivate." Ling Huchong said with a smile. Master, start teaching me martial arts today!”
" Good, good, good." Seeing his disciple's diligence, Yue Buqun was greatly gratified and said three times in a row," Chong-er, in my Huashan martial arts, most disciples must first train their horses for three years to practice their foundation." However, you've already achieved some results from practicing the introductory boxing technique of Spiritual Vulture Temple, Arhat Fist. It's the same as the crouching horse. Then, from today onwards, I will teach you the introductory sword techniques of Mount Hua. At the same time, I will teach you the mental cultivation method of Mount Hua. You must cultivate diligently and not slack off.”
"Yes, Master."
Yue Buqun pulled out his own sword, the Purple Flower Treasure Sword. The sword light was dense and dignified: "Chong-er, watch carefully!"
Yue Buqun's sword dance wasn't fast, each move was simple, and the moves were presented in front of Linghu Chong. From this point of view, although the late Yue Buqun's thinking was somewhat rotten, but when it came to teaching students, Yue Buqun was indeed very patient.
Ling Huchong stared at his master's moves, his eyes sparkling.""This is the martial arts he has been looking forward to. Unlike the martial arts of my previous life, this is real martial arts. One can cultivate inner energy and become a martial arts expert.”
There was the ritual of the phoenix, the prodigal son returning, the green pine welcoming guests, the poetry sword meeting friends, the faint green mountains, the endless falling trees, the dense ancient cypresses, the white rainbow penetrating the sun and the white clouds leaving the scorpions. Every move and every style hid many changes and was incomparably mysterious.
For a sect like the Huashan Sect that had been passed down for generations, even if it was just a basic sword technique, it had already become a profound sword technique after being modified and simplified by generations of predecessors. If one practiced it deeply, it was enough to uphold justice and punish evil.
"Chong-er, did you see it clearly?" Yue Buqun put away his sword and asked with a smile.
Ling Huchong closed his eyes and thought for a while. He opened his eyes and said,""Hehe, Master, let me try!”
Ling Huchong picked up a tree branch and thrust it forward. It was like a white cloud rising from the mountains. The sound of air being torn could be heard as this move was thrust out. It was already at 50% completion.
He didn't say anything else and continued dancing. There was the ritual of the phoenix, the prodigal son returning, the green pine welcoming guests, the poetry sword meeting friends, the faint green mountains, the endless falling trees, the dense ancient cypress, the white rainbow penetrating the sun. Each move was displayed one by one. Each move was very realistic and actually had some charm.
Yue Buqun's eyes sparkled as he looked at him. The hand holding the Purple Flower Sword kept trembling. That was excitement. With the disciples of Mount Hua like this, there was hope for revival.
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