As he practiced the sword moves, he relied on his memory to deeply remember the Five Mountains Sword Art on the stone inscriptions on the Cliff of Reflection. After a while, Yue Buqun came back to his senses. Looking at the Noble Sword in his hand, he muttered,
"It's a pity that I don't know about the other four sects 'inner force cultivation methods. No matter how skilled my sword art is, I can only unleash 70 - 80% of its true power…"
Yue Buqun was deeply immersed in the profound martial arts. He could hardly feel the passage of time. He only regained his senses when the bonfire was completely burnt out and the flames were about to die down.
When he reached the entrance of the cave, he looked out and saw that the sun had already risen and diluted the morning fog on Mount Hua. The sky was already completely bright. In order to prevent Ning Zhongze from waking up and worrying.
Yue Buqun hurriedly turned around and roughly blocked the cave. He tried to cover himself up and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something. Using the cover of his wide sleeves, he used the Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon Internal Skill to urge the Vigorous Eagle Claw Technique into a finger force and drew an inconspicuous short line mark on two of the rocks blocking the cave…
Quietly sneaking back to the courtyard at the foot of Reflecting on Past Cliff, he accompanied Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan, whom he had not seen for a long time, to have a warm breakfast. During this time, he mysteriously told Ning Zhongze that he would give her a surprise in the next few days. After receiving Ning Zhongze's cute roll of eyes after he did not answer his questions, Yue Buqun happily hid in the study room to rest for a while. When the sun was about to rise, he got up and went to Chaoyang Platform.
Along the way, many diligent disciples had also gotten up to practice martial arts. They all thought that Yue Buqun was practicing his sword on the balcony as usual. After greeting him, they did not pay much attention to him.
Only, no one knew that Yue Buqun's sword training method today was very different from the past.
In the past, when he practiced the sword, Yue Buqun would mostly review the sword techniques that he was already familiar with, and then practice the sword techniques that he was learning again and again. And today, the Huashan Sword Style that Yue Buqun was practicing, not only were the moves different from before, but he was also practicing intermittently, frequently stopping to frown and ponder, as if he was comprehending some key points in the sword moves…
This night, Yue Buqun once again came to the cave of Reflection Cliff. Under the light of the torch, he quietly swept a glance at the rocks blocking the cave, and his eyes couldn't help but flash with a trace of surprise.
At first glance, the rough position of the stone was still correct, but the two marks he had drawn with his finger last night had actually disappeared, and the other had changed direction!
There was no doubt that someone had entered after he left! As for who it was…Yue Buqun's mind subconsciously flashed a thin and outstanding figure.
Other than Huashan's hidden big shot and Guardian God Feng Qingyang, who else could it be? Thinking of this, he left the Cliff of Reflection and turned to the back of Morning Sun Peak. After crossing a few mountains, he came to a small mountain. Looking at the corner of the wooden house exposed in the forest on the mountainside, he felt a little guilty.
This proud Martial Uncle Feng Qingyang had been like a day for six years after the Sword Qi battle on Mount Hua, guarding the night on Mount Hua. Yue Buqun had tried to invite him out of the mountain a few times in the beginning, but Feng Qingyang had always been hiding with him, making Yue Buqun not know how to face this master of the Sword Sect back then. As a result, an old man who was close to sixty years old had been living alone in this deep mountain.
This time, he had once again tested him with the stone carvings of the Five Mountain Sword Sect on the Cliff of Reflection. He had also obtained information from the Huashan Sect's Jianghu News Department about the three people from the Sword Sect. Finally, he had an excuse to come here again. Yue Buqun had discovered this wooden house a year ago and had refrained from going there. This was to make Feng Qingyang lower his guard. Now that he had suddenly attacked, Feng Qingyang would not be able to escape.
Yue Buqun held back the joy in his heart and felt the aura in the room. He bowed respectfully towards the wooden house and said in a deep voice: "Disciple Yue Buqun requests an audience with Martial Uncle Feng.”The voice wasn't loud, but it traveled far. The wooden house halfway up the mountain was silent. After a long time, a stiff voice came,"Come on up!"
Yue Buqun straightened his body and saw that there was no path on the mountainside. He leaped lightly onto the top of the tree. His left foot tapped lightly on the crown of the tree, and he had already risen thirty feet high. His right foot landed on the crown of the tree in front of him. With a little strength, he borrowed the elasticity of the branches and rose nearly thirty feet high. Step by step, he slowly rose up from the crown of the tree on the mountainside. His form was elegant, almost like an immortal.
In just a moment, they arrived at the door of the wooden house. Yue Buqun flung his robe and knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. The wooden door creaked open and a thin figure appeared at the door. His face was slightly yellow and his expression was melancholic. He looked at Yue Buqun who was kneeling on the ground with a complicated expression. He turned his body and bowed slightly, saying:
"You are the sect master, there is no need for such a big bow. Come in!”
Yue Buqun stood up respectfully and followed him into the wooden house. The light in the house was dim, and a charcoal stove beside the door was emitting a dark red flame. There was a food cabinet beside the stove, and there was oil, salt, rice, and vinegar inside. There was a small wooden bed in the wooden house, a wardrobe beside it, and a wooden chair.
Yue Buqun's nose felt sour, he gently turned his head and rubbed his eyes. This old man had lived like this for six years, how lonely and lonely he was. He still didn't think it through, he should have come long ago.
Feng Qingyang saw Yue Buqun turn around and wipe his tears, his heart warmed slightly, he said in a deep voice: "Sit down!" She turned around and sat on the bed, lowering her head silently.
Yue Buqun sat down on the only wooden chair in the room and looked up at Feng Qingyang:
"Martial Uncle, Buqun didn't know that Martial Uncle has been staying at the back mountain. It's really not right. The mountain is cold and humid at night, so please move to the front mountain.”
Feng Qingyang raised his head to look at Yue Qun and laughed,"
"Good boy, your martial arts are not bad, your sect leader position is not bad, and your heart is not bad. He didn't know that I was at the back of the mountain and even deliberately sent me clothes and daily necessities to the Reflection Cliff!”However, she did not reply to him about moving to the front mountain.
"Uncle-Master knows that I really have no choice! Buqun is stupid, trembling all day long, dare not slack off a little, only a little achievement, dare not dare to be praised by Shishu. Buqun was delighted to know that Martial Uncle was here. Although he had used some tricks to finally meet Martial Uncle today, he was extremely happy. He hoped that Martial Uncle Feng would take pity on us Huashan juniors who were lonely and had no one to rely on. He would come out of the mountain and give some guidance so that Martial Nephews could fulfill their filial duties.”
Yue Qun said sincerely. As long as Feng Qingyang left the mountain, Yue Buqun would immediately arrange everything for him. He would no longer be afraid of being captured by other sects. Huashan would be able to rest easy in the short term and develop in peace!
Feng Qingyang sighed." You've already done very well. Now that your martial arts have reached a higher level, you don't need anyone to guide you anymore."”
The moment Yue Buqun heard this, he had an idea and pleaded:
"Uncle-Master, our Huashan Sect has a serious shortage of first-rate experts now, especially after Master passed away at a young age. Many of my generation's disciples have been slowly exploring things on their own, and I don't know if they are right or wrong. If we go in the wrong direction, it might be irreversible.”
Many of the secrets of profound martial arts were rarely seen in words. Most of them were passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth between master and disciple. A word from the master might save the disciple half a year's effort. The Huashan people could reach their current level thanks to the notes and insights of the Sutra Library.
Yue Buqun used the four-and-a-half-star martial art, Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon, which was extracted by the system and far exceeded the level of the Smiling Proud Wanderer. He compared them with each other and fumbled forward. He then guided Ning Zhongze, Xiao Fan, Chu Yunfei, and the others, but that was all. In the subsequent cultivation, every step forward had to go through a large number of fumbling experiments. It was reflected in Yue Buqun's cultivation after breaking through the first-class realm. He felt that his progress was getting slower and slower, but there was no way.
Feng Qingyang also knew about this and did not reject immediately. After a moment of silence, he muttered,""Hey, Sword Sect! Qi Sect!"
When Yue Buqun heard Feng Qingyang mention Sword Sect and Qi Sect, he didn't know if Feng Qingyang still had a grudge against the Sword Qi competition, so he quickly said:
" Uncle, you should know the current situation of Mount Hua. There's no longer any Sword Sect or Qi Sect. Let the previous disputes go with the wind. The most important thing is for Mount Hua to stand tall in the martial world and pass on forever. There's really no need to fight for Sword Qi.”
Feng Qingyang sneered when he saw this. The master who taught you martial arts was also bullsh * t?”
Yue Buqun was startled, he didn't expect Feng Qingyang to hear his words, the knot in his heart was actually here. His eyes shone as he looked at Feng Qingyang and said firmly:
"Master taught me martial arts, and kindness is the same as rebirth. However, in the battle of sword qi, I made a mistake. Even if you say that I'm unfilial, I still say this.”
Feng Qingyang didn't expect Yue Buqun to say it so clearly in front of him. His face revealed a slight anger, and then he sighed, sneered twice, and lowered his head silently.
Yue Buqun saw that Feng Qingyang did not say anything. He also knew that the battle of sword qi was meaningless. However, with so many senior brothers and junior nephews who had been together day and night, he really could not say such a mistake. Unlike him, who was an outsider and did not have such deep feelings, he directly pointed out the core of the mistake.
Yue Buqun waited for a while and said," Buqun received news that Senior Brother Feng Buping, Senior Brother Cheng Buyou, and Junior Brother Cong Buqi are currently living in seclusion on Mount Sanqing. Buqun wants someone to meet them and see if they are willing to return to Mount Hua. Hence, I came to ask Martial Uncle if it is feasible."”
Feng Qingyang stood up and said excitedly,""Unfair, unworried…unabandoned, they are still alive?”
Yue Buqun nodded and said," Back then, Senior Brother Feng and the other two did not suffer any serious injuries. They went down the mountain. I only found out about them two days ago. They are all fine. They are already married and have children. They are living in Mount Sanqing and cultivating hard."”
Feng Qingyang suddenly heard that his martial nephew who was familiar with him in the past was still alive, he was extremely excited. When he heard that they were living well and were already married and had children, he slowly calmed down. He remembered that Yue Buqun said that he wanted them to return to the mountain, but he fell silent and sat back on the bed. After a long time, he said:
"It's good to go and see them. If they still have Sword Qi, don't go back. Just say that I said it. If you want to go back to the mountain, just let it go.
The past grudges were all about being a Huashan person. Huashan no longer had the Sword Sect and Qi Sect anymore.”
Yue Buqun quickly stood up and said happily,"That's good. I'll send someone to find them and persuade Senior Brother Feng to return to the mountain."”
"If they still have grievances and attack the people you sent, don't be angry. Huashan has a lot of people now, so don't hurt them.”Feng Qingyang instructed.
Yue Buqun said without hesitation: " Of course, of course. How many people in Huashan are Senior Brother Feng's opponents?" Why would he hurt them?"
Feng Qingyang saw Yue Buqun's happy face and thought that Yue Buqun had a deep affection for his fellow disciples. He felt even warmer in his heart and said: "Go find them first. We'll talk about other things when you come back.”
Yue Buqun heard the meaning in Feng Qingyang's words, obviously hoping that he could bring Feng Buping and the other two back to Mount Hua, and then maybe they would leave the mountain, so he was even happier.
Yue Buqun had no feelings for Feng Buping and the other two. However, he could not miss the opportunity to add three masters to Huashan. Yes, four masters. The one in front of him was the most powerful master in the martial arts world. He had never lost a battle in his life. With these people, Huashan would be as stable as Mount Tai.
Regarding Feng Qingyang's unwillingness to leave the mountain now, Yue Buqun had another idea. He went back and asked his wife Ning Zhongze to come over. Ning Zhongze had a good relationship with Feng Qingyang since childhood. He brought along the cute Yue Lingshan. The two of them cried and made a scene. He didn't believe that the old man could take it.
Making up his mind, Yue Buqun took out two thin books from his chest pocket, which were the Purple Clouds Divine Art and the handwritten Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon Internal Cultivation Method. He handed them to Feng Qingyang with both hands and said:
"Martial Uncle, you've been cultivating Huashan Mixed Energy Technique, so your internal energy is advancing too slowly. These two internal energy secret manuals are extremely beneficial to your body after you practice them. I hope Martial Uncle can take them and practice them regularly. They can strengthen your muscles and bones and prolong your life.
Longevity."
Feng Qingyang didn't mind and took it, nodding his head,""Alright, you can go!" He casually placed the Violet Cloud Divine Art and the handwritten Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon Internal Skill on the bedside. When Yue Buqun saw it, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He didn't say anything, but he also knew that Feng Qingyang wouldn't casually dispose of the things he gave him, so he was relieved.
Yue Buqun respectfully bowed and retreated. After leaving the small wooden house, he looked back and jumped down the mountain. Flying all the way, he quickly returned to his residence, Mount Hua's Jade Maiden Peak.
When Feng Qingyang heard that Yue Qun had already descended the mountain, he slowly walked out of the wooden house and stared in the direction of Morning Sun Peak in a daze. Past Morning Sun Peak was the home that he had lived in for decades. It was so close, but it felt like it was the end of the world. How many nights had he wandered between the peaks alone?
In the dark forest, there were always young disciples who were training hard, their sweat soaking their clothes. On the steep mountain wall, the vigorous disciples
Jumping up and down, practicing Lightness Skill diligently, he didn't care even if he fell and bled. In the dormitory, the young man cried in his dream, Mother, I miss you so much. There are always naughty monkeys catching snakes and birds in the grass and trees. They roast meat and drink wine. They laugh contentedly.
The joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of these junior disciples slowly drove away the loneliness in Feng Qingyang's heart. In the past six years, he did not sleep at night. He was like a ghost, wandering around Mount Hua. He was more familiar with these young disciples of Mount Hua than Yue Buqun. He knew who was the most hardworking, who was often lazy, who was the smartest, who was the stupidest, which dormitory often talked about girls, which dormitory always told jokes. Everything made him forget to leave. This was his home for decades. These young men were his descendants who had inherited everything from him, his master, his uncles, and his nephews. In the past, he had also sweated here, looking forward to the day when he would achieve great success in his martial arts, dominate the martial arts world, and be proud of the martial arts world.
Feng Qingyang was a generous and chivalrous person who didn't care about money. Towards the original Yue Buqun, who was a sanctimonious and serious person, he couldn't stand it.
Unexpectedly, Huashan Mountain changed overnight. The high-spirited Feng Qingyang became depressed and lonely, immersed in endless remorse and self-blame. The rigorous and upright Yue Buqun became ever-changing. Step by step, he pulled Huashan Mountain back from its near extinction and stood tall in the martial world again.
In fact, ever since the reform of Mount Hua, Feng Qingyang had long acknowledged Yue Buqun as the sect leader. He had killed batches of people who had ill intentions for him. Only then did Feng Qingyang feel that he still had some value to Mount Hua. He even hoped that a few more experts would come and let him be quietly buried in this nameless valley. He wanted to let those schemers know that even if Mount Hua had a big change, they still could not underestimate him.
Yue Buqun's 'bullshit!' In fact, Feng Qingyang had once tried to persuade his Martial Uncles and Senior Brothers to let go of their prejudice and reconcile. However, no one paid attention to him. In the end, the Sword Sect saw him as a traitor, and the Qi Sect was full of fear towards him. They were bullied by both sides, so they had the chance to go to Jiangnan. Who would have thought that this trip would be forever?
Mount Hua! He had reached the peak of his generation, and with dozens of long swords, he had suppressed the Demonic Sect so much that they did not dare to take a step forward. Shaolin and Wudang had all shrunk their forces, and the other four mountains had never dared to disobey.
However, Feng Qingyang's generation had collapsed and was almost wiped out. Luckily, Brat Yue was there, and he was able to hold up Huashan Mountain's backbone once again.
Thinking of Yue Buqun, Feng Qingyang unfolded the inner art manual that Yue Qun had left behind. This kid had specially sent it over, so it must be extraordinary. After reading a few lines, Feng Qingyang's expression turned serious as he held the secret manual and read it carefully.
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