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Yue Buqun covered his collar, buttoned up his shirt, and said, "During the sword competition at Jade Maiden Peak, I was slashed by my uncle's sword and fainted on the ground. He just thought I was dead and ignored me. If he had just slashed me with another sword, hehe!"

Yue Lingshan smiled and said, "Although my father is gone, I, Yue Lingshan, don't even know where he is today."

Yue Buqun smiled, then his face became very serious and he said:

"This is our sect's top secret, no one is allowed to leak it. People from other sects all know that Huashan Sect lost more than 20 masters in one day, but no one knows the real reason. We only say that it was a sudden plague attack, and we must not let others know about this shameful event. The reason why I have to tell you the whole story today is because it involves too much."

Yue Buqun sighed and said, "Thinking back to the days when the Sword Sect's uncles and seniors all had good intentions and wanted to use their top martial arts to glorify their sect, they were just misguided and fell into it, and it was hard to extricate themselves. With your aptitude and personality, it is very easy for you to follow the Sword Sect's evil path of taking shortcuts and seeking quick success. Chong'er, you just used the Dugu Nine Swords, right?
...When did you first meet Master Feng...Master Feng? ! "

"My disciple was a few days ago..."

Linghu Chong heard Yue Buqun's question and blurted out the answer subconsciously, but he immediately realized that he had confessed. He secretly said "bad luck" and a trace of panic flashed across his face. He lowered his head, avoiding Yue Buqun's gaze, and his right hand unconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Seeing Linghu Chong like this, Yue Buqun was already certain in his heart. His face became even gloomier, his brows knitted tightly together, his eyes were like torches, staring straight at Linghu Chong, and his voice was low: "Go on, what happened a few days ago? You'd better tell me the whole thing honestly."

Linghu Chong took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, looked at Yue Buqun's serious face, and knew that he couldn't escape today, so he gritted his teeth and said:
"Master, a few days ago, I was practicing swordplay on the cliff, and suddenly I heard a strange sound, like someone sighing. Out of curiosity, I followed the sound and saw my uncle."

As Linghu Chong spoke, he secretly observed Yue Buqun's reaction. He saw a hint of surprise flash across Yue Buqun's eyes, and then he returned to his cold look.

"Grandmaster, he... he said at the time that he was a nobody in the Huashan Sect. I didn't take it seriously at first. But later... I encountered a bottleneck when practicing swordsmanship and couldn't break through it. I was very upset. Grandmaster, seeing me like this, gave me some pointers. I did what he said, and I actually gained some insights."

After a pause, Linghu Chong swallowed his saliva and continued:
"Afterwards, my Grand Master Uncle saw that I was obsessed with swordsmanship and said he would teach me a set of sword techniques. I didn't think too much about it at the time. I just thought it was a good thing to learn new sword techniques, so I agreed. Later I learned that it was the Dugu Nine Swords."

When Linghu Chong reached this point, his voice gradually lowered and he did not dare to look at Yue Buqun again.

After listening to this, Yue Buqun remained silent for a long time, turned his back, put his hands behind his back, and his shoulders trembled slightly. Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, raised his hand and slapped Linghu Chong in the face.

Linghu Chong subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he didn't dare to, and took the slap headlong.

With a crisp sound of "snap", Linghu Chong's cheek instantly became red and swollen, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head, not daring to say a word, but his heart was full of grievances.

"Do you know your mistakes? What did I teach you since you were a child? Your eccentric personality is natural, but why didn't you tell me about your encounter with Uncle Feng?"

Yue Buqun said angrily, "You even secretly learned sword skills from him. Where do you put me as your master? Where do you put the rules of the Huashan Sect?"

"Brother!"

Ning Zhongze watched Linghu Chong being beaten and felt sorry for him. He wanted to step forward and plead for mercy, but was glared back by Yue Buqun.

“Dad, Brother Chong didn’t mean it…” Yue Lingshan said in a low voice.

"Shut up!"

Yue Buqun scolded: "You followed him and made trouble. What did I teach you normally?"

Yue Lingshan was so frightened that she dared not speak any more and could only look at Linghu Chong silently.

Linghu Chong raised his head, looked at Yue Buqun, gritted his teeth and said: "Master, I promised my uncle that I would not tell anyone... Don't be angry, I know I was wrong, and I will accept your punishment."

Yue Buqun looked at Linghu Chong, feeling angry and helpless. After a while, he sighed and said, "Linghu Chong, as the eldest disciple of Huashan Sect, you have done such a thing, which really disappoints me. Considering that you are usually quite diligent, I will punish you to face the wall at the Cliff of Repentance for three months to reflect on your mistakes."

Linghu Chong's heart sank when he heard this, but he immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master. I am willing to accept the punishment."

Yue Buqun waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. During these three months, you are not allowed to leave the mountain without my permission."

Linghu Chong turned around and walked out the door. His steps were heavy, as if he was dragging a heavy burden with every step. When he reached the door, he subconsciously looked back at Yue Lingshan, who was looking at him with a worried look on her face, and tears finally burst out of her eyes.

After Linghu Chong left, Yue Buqun turned around and looked at his disciples, saying seriously: "When our martial arts are practiced to a high level, even flying flowers and plucking leaves can hurt people. Others only think that Huashan Sect is good at swordsmanship, but they underestimate us."

As he spoke, he rolled up his left sleeve, exerted force everywhere, and the long sword at Lu Dayou's waist jumped out of its sheath.

Yue Buqun then swung out his right sleeve, which swept across the sword. With a crackling sound, the long sword broke into two pieces.

Yue Lingshan and the others were all shocked. Mrs. Yue looked at her husband with eyes full of admiration and respect.

Yue Buqun said: "Let's go! Shan'er, let your senior brother reflect on his mistakes this time. Don't send him anything... Otherwise, I will punish you too!"

Yue Lingshan nodded and whispered: "...I understand!"

"Master!!"

At this moment, Gao Genming ran up from the bottom of the mountain, panting and looking panicked:

"Master, several uncles from Songshan Sect and Hengshan Sect have arrived at the main hall. Please let Master go down. They seem to have bad intentions..."

"Oh? Songshan Sect... Hengshan Sect?? What are they doing here? Junior Sister, let's go down first."

After stroking his beard and thinking for a moment, Yue Buqun nodded to Ning Zhongze, then he leaped and flew down the mountain. Yue Lingshan, Shi Daizi and several other disciples followed him.

Lu Dayou rolled his eyes and hurriedly chased in the direction of Siguo Cliff. These guys from Songshan Sect didn't seem like good people. If they came to cause trouble, the eldest brother would also be a helper. Maybe the master would be happy and exempt him from punishment.

………………

Linghu Chong was agile and swift, running along the winding mountain path towards the Zhengqi Hall of Huashan Sect. The mountain path was long, a distance of eleven miles. Linghu Chong was anxious at the moment, and in a moment he was close to the Zhengqi Hall.

As soon as he arrived outside the Zhengqi Hall, he saw Lao Denuo, Liang Fa, Shi Daizi, Yue Lingshan, Lin Pingzhi and other junior brothers and sisters standing outside the hall with serious expressions. Their faces were full of worry, their brows were furrowed, and their eyes were full of uneasiness.

"Big Brother!!..."

As soon as everyone saw Linghu Chong coming, a hint of relief suddenly appeared on their originally gloomy faces.

Lao Denuo came up quickly and said in a low voice, "Big Brother, Master and Master's Wife are meeting guests inside."

Linghu Chong nodded slightly. The Master and his wife were meeting guests at this moment, so it must be something important. And the disciples looked so worried, so I'm afraid our sect has encountered some big trouble. He walked to the window of the living room and looked inside cautiously.

Normally, disciples should never spy on Yue Buqun and Madam Yue when they are meeting guests. But at this moment, Huashan Sect is facing a serious crisis, so none of the disciples think there is anything wrong with Linghu Chong's behavior. In fact, they all hope that their eldest brother can see some clues and find a way to solve the crisis.

Linghu Chong looked through the window into the hall and saw a tall, thin old man sitting at the head of the guest seat. The old man had a stern face and held the Five Mountains Sword Sect's flag in his right hand. He was none other than Lu Bai, the Crane Hand of the Songshan Sect.

Below him sat a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and looking calm. There was also an old man in his fifties wearing a long robe and looking calm. Judging from the color of their clothes, they belonged to the Taishan and Hengshan sects. There were three more people sitting below them, all in their fifties or sixties. The long swords they wore on their waists were all weapons from the Huashan sect. The first one had a gloomy face and a hostile look. His yellow and burnt face gave people a sense of majesty without anger.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze sat in the main seats to accompany him. There was tea and snacks on the table, but the atmosphere was as tense as a taut bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.

I only heard the old man from Hengshan School say:
"Brother Yue, it is not appropriate for outsiders like us to interfere in your sect's affairs. But our Five Mountains Sword Sects have formed an alliance to share glory and disgrace. If one sect does not handle things properly and is laughed at by fellow martial artists, the other four sects will share the shame. Madam Yue just said that our Songshan, Taishan, and Hengshan sects should not meddle in other people's affairs. This statement is not right."

The old man had a pair of yellow eyes, and his gaze was fixed on Yue Buqun and his wife as he spoke.

Ning Zhongze's expression froze when he heard this, and he said loudly, "Brother Lu, what you said means that my Huashan Sect has handled things improperly and brought disaster to your sect's reputation?"

The old man surnamed Lu from the Hengshan Sect sneered slightly and said, "I've always heard that Miss Ning from the Huashan Sect is the supreme leader, but I didn't believe it in the past. Now that I see her today, I know that her reputation is well-deserved." There was obvious sarcasm in his words.

Ning Zhongze immediately said angrily: "Brother Lu is a guest in Huashan, so I won't offend him today. But I didn't expect that a famous hero of Hengshan Sect would talk nonsense like this. Next time I see Mr. Mo Da, I will ask him for advice."

As she spoke, her hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

The old man surnamed Lu sneered, "It is only because I am a guest that Madam Yue cannot offend me. If this were not Mount Hua, Madam Yue would chop off my head with a sword, right?" His tone became more and more provocative, and his body leaned forward slightly, looking fearless.

Ning Zhongze did not back down and said, "I dare not. How dare our Huashan Sect interfere in your sect's affairs? The people in your sect are colluding with the Demon Sect. Songshan Sect's Left Alliance Leader will clean it up. There is no need for our sect to intervene."

The death of Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect and Qu Yang, an elder of the Demon Sect, outside the Hengshan City was known to everyone in the martial arts world as the work of the Songshan Sect. She brought it up at this moment, on the one hand, to expose the scars of the Hengshan Sect, and on the other hand, to ridicule the old man surnamed Lu for not caring about the murder of his fellow disciples, but instead teaming up with the people of the Songshan Sect to make things difficult for her and her husband.

The old man surnamed Lu's face suddenly changed, turning ashen, and he said sternly: "Throughout the ages, which sect has not had unworthy disciples? We came to Huashan today to uphold justice and help Brother Feng clean up the evildoers in the sect."

Ning Zhongze put his hand on the hilt of the sword and said grimly, "Who is the evil one? My husband Yue Buqun's nickname is 'Gentleman Sword'. What is your nickname?"

The old man surnamed Lu blushed, he naturally understood that Ning Zhongze was not referring to his official nickname "Golden Eyed Eagle", but the "Golden Eyed Crow" that people called him behind his back. He glared at Madam Yue with his yellow eyes, but was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Linghu Chong watched all this from the window. He turned around and asked Lao Denuo softly, "Who is this man? What's his nickname?"

Lao Denuo had been training in the martial arts world for a long time before joining the Huashan Sect. He knew many anecdotes in the martial arts world. He approached Linghu Chong and whispered, "This old man is called Lu Lianrong, and his official nickname is 'Golden Eyed Eagle'. But he is talkative and annoying, and people in the martial arts world call him 'Golden Eyed Crow' behind his back."

Linghu Chong was slightly startled, then smiled, thinking, "Although no one dares to call me by this indecent nickname in person, over time, it will eventually get to his ears. When Master's Wife asks him about his nickname, he will naturally understand that it is definitely not 'Golden Eyed Eagle' but 'Golden Eyed Crow'."

At this time, Lu Lianrong shouted, "Humph, what is 'Gentleman Sword'? In addition to the word 'gentleman', I'm afraid you should add the word 'fake'."

When Linghu Chong heard him insulting his master in front of him, he could no longer suppress his anger and shouted, "Blind crow, get out of here if you have the guts!"

Yue Buqun had heard the conversation between Linghu Chong and Lao Denuo outside the door, and thought to himself, "Why did Chong'er come down from the mountain?" He immediately scolded him in a stern voice, "Chong'er, don't be rude. Master Lu is a guest from afar, how can you speak nonsense without respect?"

Lu Lianrong was so angry that he was shaking all over, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and he immediately cursed: "You have no respect for your elders. Huashan Sect is indeed full of talented people."

Linghu Chong was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "An old man who refuses to die is a thief. What good can I have to say to an old thief like you?!"

Yue Buqun shouted angrily: "You...you are still talking nonsense!" Linghu Chong felt nervous when he heard his master's anger and dared not say anything more. But Lu Bai and others in the hall could not help but smile.

After hearing what Linghu Chong said, Lu Lianrong felt a rush of blood to his head, and the anger in his chest was burning. His face instantly turned red, and veins on his temples popped out. He turned around suddenly, raised his left foot high, and with all his strength, he kicked a long window hard with a "bang". The kick was so powerful that the long window was kicked out and hit the stone bench in the courtyard. With a "crash", it broke into several pieces.

Standing at the door, his eyes wide open, he glanced at the Huashan Sect disciples viciously, and shouted loudly: "Which beast was the one who just spoke?"

The Huashan disciples all looked solemn and pursed their lips, and no one spoke in response. They were extremely dissatisfied with Lu Lianrong's arrogance, but considering that their master and mistress were still dealing with the guests, they suppressed their anger and remained silent.

Seeing no one responding, Lu Lianrong became even more angry. His face turned red as a pig's liver, and he cursed again: "Fuck, who was the beast who spoke just now?"

Linghu Chong raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said slowly:
"You were the one who was talking just now, how could I know what kind of beast it was?"

(End of this chapter)