Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 50
"Huashan disciple Mo Yuan, please see Grand Master Feng!" He shouted this three times before Mo Yuan stopped.

Feng Qingyang lives on the Yunv Peak, so he can hear him calling, but Mo Yuan can't control whether he sees him or not.

After waiting for a while, Siguoya was still silent and no one showed up. Mo Yuan shook his head helplessly, as if he didn't intend to see him.

Well, it seems that there is no such opportunity.

Mo Yuan was not disappointed either, it was just an attempt, since he couldn't get the Dugu Nine Swords, he would have a hard time practicing Hunyuan Kungfu and Zixia Kungfu.

It's just that he just put on a posture with five hearts turned to the sky, and suddenly an old voice came from the empty Siguo cliff: "What do you want me for?"

Mo Yuan was startled. Looking back, he saw an old man with white beard and green robe standing at the entrance of the cave. His expression was gloomy and his face was like gold paper. Just standing there, he had a faint feeling of harmony with heaven and earth, which was extremely extraordinary.

Mo Yuan didn't dare to neglect, he saluted and said: "Mo Yuan, a disciple of the younger generation of Huashan, pay homage to Grand Master Feng!"

"Unexpectedly, among the disciples of Huashan's younger generation, there are still people who know Feng's name." Feng Qingyang sighed slightly, his face was full of emotion.

He walked into the cave, stretched out his hand to support Mo Yuan, and said, "That boy Yue Buqun found my trail and told you to come and find me?"

In the battle of sword qi in the past, Feng Qingyang's Sword Sect lineage was defeated, especially Feng Qingyang was caught in a scheme. Since then, he has retired from the world and lived in Huashan for decades.

From Feng Qingyang's point of view, young disciples like Mo Yuan would not know about him, they could only follow Yue Buqun's orders.

"I want Uncle Feng to know that it's not the master who sent the disciple, but the disciple made his own decision and wanted to ask to see Uncle Feng." Mo Yuan said respectfully, although Feng Qingyang was already old, but Mo Yuan He clearly felt a deadly sense of oppression on his body. This senior Huashan definitely has a lot of determination.

"You want to see me."

Feng Qingyang frowned slightly, and said: "I have lived here in seclusion for decades, and you are the first person to ask to see me, tell me why you are here."

"Master Feng, please tell me, now Mount Hua is facing a catastrophe, Songshan sect Zuo Lengchan will visit Mount Hua in a few days, this time either Mount Hua will perish, or Mount Song will fall, this disciple dares to see Uncle Feng."

"Zuo Lengchan?"

Feng Qingyang's expression moved slightly, he was no stranger to this name, Zuo Lengchan was already well-known in Jianghu before the Huashan sword qi battle in the past, and he also knew that the Songshan School is now powerful.

"Yue Buqun has always kept a low profile, how could he provoke him?" Feng Qingyang asked.

Mo Yuan didn't hide anything, he attacked and killed Le Hou all by himself, and then Hengshan City confessed all about revenge on the disciples of Songshan School.

"So, it's you who caused the trouble?" Feng Qingyang looked at Mo Yuan with a slight surprise in his eyes, but he never thought that Mo Yuan, who is so young, has such kung fu and created such a big achievement disaster.

"Uncle Feng, the Songshan School is ambitious. Even if the disciples don't provoke them, sooner or later they will provoke the Huashan School. And this time Zuo Lengchan worshiped the mountain to ask for crimes. Although the disciples and master are sure to deal with it, the Songshan School has a large number of people after all. There are so many people, I implore Grand Master Feng to help you!" Mo Yuan said.

Feng Qingyang shook his head and smiled, and said: "The old man is old and frail, how can I help you?"

"Uncle Feng Tai, I have heard that Uncle Feng is very good at swordsmanship. Even if you can't do it yourself, you can always give me some pointers." Mo Yuan didn't directly say that he wanted to learn Dugu Nine Swords, which was too purposeful. Feng Qingyang may not pass him on.

Feng Qingyang lived in Huashan in seclusion for decades, if not for his deep affection for the Huashan faction, how could he be like this?Mo Yuan first used the crisis sent by Songshan as an introduction, Feng Qingyang will definitely not sit idly by, as long as he is willing to teach sword techniques, with Mo Yuan's talent, he will definitely let him teach Dugu Nine Swords.

"It's not impossible to give you advice, but this old man is a member of the Sword Sect, an abandoned disciple of Huashan. Your Qi Sect regards the sword art of the Sword Sect as a crooked way. I will teach you, do you dare to learn it?" Feng Qingyang looked at it with a half-smile Mo Yuan asked.

Mo Yuan said seriously: "Master Feng, all sects and sects in the world have exquisite swordsmanship and superior internal strength, but our Huashan sect has a dispute over sword qi. Do you still see it in your current state?" Don’t wear it, even the most exquisite swordsmanship needs internal force to support it, and internal force is the foundation of all martial arts such as palm technique, saber technique, sword technique, etc. They complement each other, how come they become opposites?”

"Ok?"

Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up, he stroked his long beard, looked at Mo Yuan with some appreciation, and said, "It's hard for you to have such insight at such a young age. If the old man understood your truth 30 years ago, maybe there would be no later It was a catastrophe."

He sighed slightly, and said: "Since you dare to learn, the old man will teach you. We have played against each other, and let me see how strong you are."

He picked up a branch from outside the cave and said, "You are a junior, you should act first!"

"excuse me!"

Mo Yuan was not polite to him either, he raised his hand and drew out the long sword, his figure flickered, and Feng Laiyi had already attacked with one move, the feeling of this clear wind was extremely difficult for Mo Yuan, and Mo Yuan didn't dare to be careless at all.

"Hahaha, not bad!"

Feng Qingyang looked at Mo Yuan's sword light and praised him, but suddenly swung the dead branch in his hand, deflecting the long sword in Mo Yuan's hand from a very strange angle.

Mo Yuan was surprised inwardly, but his hands kept moving. In the blink of an eye, another move was Boundless Falling Trees. However, this ultimate move of Huashan swordsmanship, Feng Qingyang was still light, and broke open again, looking like Mo Yuan. Yuan deliberately showed off his flaws to him.

Two consecutive swords were broken, and Mo Yuan also guessed that this might be the Dugu Nine Swords, but he felt a sense of resentment in his heart. Could it be that he has practiced so hard for so many years of swordsmanship, in front of Dugu Nine Swords, is it true? Is it good for nothing?

After thinking up to this point, he didn't hold back his hands, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Feng Tai, this disciple is about to use a unique move!"

"Come on anyway, my old bones are not so easily broken by you." Feng Qingyang shook the dead branches and said indifferently.

Mo Yuan's Zixia Qi circulated in his body, pouring all of it into the long sword. The purple light on the sword flickered. His toes touched the ground, and he soared into the air like a big bird, and quickly attacked Feng Qingyang.

Is Chaoyang a Qi sword? It is somewhat interesting.

Feng Qingyang looked at this menacing look, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, but his hand didn't stop, ready to bend the long sword in Mo Yuan's hand according to the flaw.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and Mo Yuan's figure suddenly divided into nine parts, attacking from nine different directions, nine purple sword lights blocked all Feng Qingyang's retreat!
This is? !
Feng Qingyang's face became serious, and suddenly, an extremely sharp sword intent radiated from his whole body, Phew!He raised his hand and stabbed out the dead branch in his hand.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!
Nine dull voices rang out, and in the cave, Mo Yuan's long sword was hanging down, and Feng Qingyang was pointing at Mo Yuan's neck with the dead branch that was obviously too short...

(End of this chapter)