The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

"What did you say?"

Upon seeing this, Linghu Chong told Yue Buqun how the Songshan Sect led Feng Buping up the mountain to force Yue Buqun to abdicate, and how Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou were subdued by Yue Buqun.

"Merged, merged..."

Feng Qingyang stood there in shock, muttering these three words to himself.

After a while.

"hehe."

Feng Qingyang laughed, his expression carrying a hint of sadness and hard-to-conceal sorrow, and his voice was whispering.

"Back then, you split up and killed each other because of the sword energy, but decades later, your younger disciples have reunited. What does this mean?"

"Uncle Grand Master? Uncle Grand Master?"

Seeing him like this, Linghu Chong looked a little confused and called out a few words.

Feng Qingyang came back to his senses and was about to say something when Lu Dayou's voice was heard outside.

"Brother? Are you still not well? Let me come in and help you."

Linghu Chong quickly replied, "It will be ready soon, Junior Brother Lu. Please wait for me outside. It will be ready soon."

"okay."

Lu Dayou responded.

Linghu Chong turned around and looked at Feng Qingyang again, his expression was full of pleading: "Uncle Grand Master, please come down the mountain with me. The Huashan Sect really needs your help."

Feng Qingyang shook his head and smiled faintly: "My Huashan Sect...is no longer here."

Feng Qingyang's eyes were dazed, as if he had returned to decades ago.

The faces of his fellow disciples and uncles all reappeared before him.

Seeing him like this, Linghu Chong knew that he could not persuade him. He sighed and stood up. At this time, he had also packed his package.

"In this case, I will not persuade Grand Master Uncle any more. I am leaving the mountain. Grand Master Uncle, take care."

After saying this, Linghu Chong prepared to leave.

Feng Qingyang looked at him and asked, "Don't you blame your junior brother?"

Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment: "Why do you want to complain?"

Feng Qingyang looked at him and said, "The current situation of Huashan Sect is all because of your junior brother who provoked the demon sect witch. Don't you blame him?"

Linghu Chong looked at him strangely, "Isn't our Huashan Sect an upright sect that fights against demons and upholds the Way? He is fighting against demons and upholding the Way by hunting down the Saint of the Demon Sect. Why should I blame him?"

Linghu Chong still remembered the content of the first lesson Jiang Ning taught to his fellow apprentices last year.

"This world is not satisfying. It is filled with too many evils. Junior Brother Jiang Ning wants to eliminate these evils. He said so and did so. Master also taught me that Huashan disciples should help the weak and fight for justice. Why should I blame Junior Brother?"

Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows: "But the consequence of his actions is that people from all directions will come to Huashan for revenge. Huashan Sect may be destroyed because of this. Your fellow apprentices and your younger apprentice sister will also die because of him. If you go down the mountain, you may also die. Aren't you afraid? Didn't you come here because he wanted to escape?"

Linghu Chong was silent.

After a while.

"Master once told me that there are some things that cannot be avoided."

"My junior brother also said that there are different choices at every stage of life. I will gain a lot and lose a lot when making choices. If I escape now, I may lose my master, mistress, junior brothers and sisters. I don't want to lose them."

After saying this, Linghu Chong turned around.

Feng Qingyang looked at his back as he left, with no idea what he was thinking.

"Do you want to learn swordsmanship from me?"

Chapter 173: Blazing

"Swordsmanship?"

Linghu Chong was surprised.

It’s already this late, why are you still learning swordsmanship?

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Taishi. I'll come back to learn next time when I'm free."

Linghu Chong was about to leave after saying this.

Feng Qingyang looked at him: "How's your memory?"

Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Feng Qingyang wanted to do, but he still replied, "It's okay."

"Gui Mei..."

Feng Qingyang began to mutter some kind of formula.

Linghu Chong was very puzzled when he saw his possessed look.

"Uncle Taishi, what are you doing?"

Feng Qingyang ignored him and kept muttering for a long time before he stopped and asked, "How much of what I just said do you remember?"

"what?"

Linghu Chong was bewildered; he hadn't been paying attention just now.

Seeing his expression, Feng Qingyang said directly: "Repeat everything I just said."

Linghu Chong frowned, he wanted to leave quickly, but Feng Qingyang was his great uncle, he didn't want to be too rude, so he had to recite what he had just heard. However, because he didn't listen carefully, his recitation was not complete and he stuttered a little, but he could still remember most of it.

Feng Qingyang was surprised when he heard this. What he just recited was a part of the general outline of Dugu Nine Swords. Some parts were obscure and difficult to pronounce, but Linghu Chong could still remember most of it after listening to it once. This made him look at Linghu Chong with new eyes.

“Although the time is a bit rushed, one night is enough for cramming.”

Feng Qingyang whispered.

"Uncle Grand Master?"

Looking at his weird look, Linghu Chong felt more and more strange.

"Big Brother, let me come in and help you."

Lu Dayou, who had been waiting outside for half a day, thought that Linghu Chong had not yet finished packing and planned to come in to help.

But just as he reached the entrance of the cave, a black shadow flashed by, and before Lu Dayou could see clearly, the shadow fell to the ground the next second.

"Junior Brother Lu!"

Linghu Chong was shocked: "Uncle Taishi, what are you doing?"

Feng Qingyang retracted his hand and turned to look at Linghu Chong: "Your junior brother has fallen into a coma and will wake up the next day."

Linghu Chong was very puzzled: "Uncle Taishi, what exactly do you want to do?"

Feng Qingyang looked calm.

"You have one night to learn the sword."

Linghu Chong was speechless: "Uncle Taishi, it's already so late. I have to go down the mountain to help. I don't have time to learn."

"Ah."

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this: "Back then, there were countless people in the martial arts world who wanted to learn the Dugu Nine Swords, this unique sword technique, but now you don't want to learn it."

Dugu Nine Swords?

Peerless swordsmanship?

Linghu Chong looked suspicious.

He didn't believe that there was any sword technique that could compare to Huashan sword technique.

The sword comes from Huashan Mountain and is not just talk.

"What? You don't believe it?"

Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows.

Seeing Linghu Chong's suspicious expression, Feng Qingyang didn't explain anything. He touched the hilt of Lu Dayou's sword that fell on the ground with his toes, and gently lifted it up, and the hilt flew out and fell into his hand.

"Look carefully."

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang thrust his sword forward.

Feng Qingyang suddenly launched an attack, and Linghu Chong was caught off guard. He hastily prepared to respond. However, when he was about to draw his sword to block, he found that Feng Qingyang's sword was ordinary, but very strange and tricky. After thinking about it, he found that he could not think of any moves to block. Every time he thought of a sword technique, he had a premonition that it would be broken before he used it.

While Linghu Chong was in a daze, he felt a chill on his forehead.

The tip of the sword in Feng Qingyang's hand had already touched his forehead.

"This this……"

Linghu Chong's forehead was covered in sweat and his hands and feet were cold.

"how?"

Seeing his dazed look, Feng Qingyang put away his sword and asked.

An ugly smile appeared on Linghu Chong's face.

"Uncle Grandmaster is a master of swordsmanship. This sword is extremely wonderful. I just thought of seven or eight sword techniques in my mind, but none of them could deal with it."

"hehe."

Feng Qingyang laughed: "Do you want to learn now?"

"think."

Linghu Chong nodded without hesitation.

"But I still don't have time to learn now. I'll learn from Grand Master Uncle when I come back next time."

Feng Qingyang looked at him in silence: "Why are you in such a hurry? I just heard you say that those people still have a few days to come to Huashan. It won't be too late for you to go down the mountain after you have learned. There are so many disciples in Huashan, and they can't do without you for the time being."

"But……"

Linghu Chong frowned, a struggling expression on his face.

Feng Qingyang looked at him and said, "After you learn the Dugu Nine Swords, your martial arts skills will be incomparable. Only then can you bring the greatest help to your master and save your fellow disciples when you come down the mountain."

Hearing this, Linghu Chong was convinced and knelt down.