Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

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Wanton indulgence.

The combined performance of the zither, flute and dizi perfectly brings out the unrestrained and free spirit of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

The song ends.

My heart is still unsettled.

Lin Shiyin looked at the two of them with complicated eyes.

She seemed to have found a sense of existence at the center of her life.

Because the two people in front of her are definitely her close friends.

In the past, her performance was purely to please Li Xunhuan.

No emotions of my own.

I don’t have my own understanding either.

However, with Yue Buqun and Bai Feifei, her music becomes extremely pure.

It also gives the notes a certain mysterious soul.

"continue?"

Bai Feifei saw Lin Shiyin's expression.

I also let it go.

This is the situation.

No need to be jealous.

There is no need for intrigue.

Just enjoy the music in front of you.

"Why not try this."

Yue Buqun took out the second piece of music.

Since you have become a plagiarist.

Then just let it go.

Anyway, I copied, learned, practiced, and played...

My proficiency increased inexplicably.

"It's Jianghu music again."

Bai Feifei smiled and said, "It suits your status."

Lin Shiyin took a look and was shocked.

Because this score is more complete.

Not only notes, but also paragraphs, lyrics and so on.

The most important thing is that she finally saw Yue Buqun's calligraphy:

A true master.

Even Li Xunhuan is slightly inferior to him.

"Don't dwell on the mundane world; the disputes are too numerous and disturbing."

"I sigh that the fleeting years have taken away the vicissitudes of life, leaving behind only the beauty of youth and red makeup."

……

Bai Feifei finished reading the lyrics.

Beautiful eyes with a sparkling glow.

The feelings become more and more intimate.

"Master Yue has the talent of a Jinshi."

"I just never thought that such a phrase, which conveys a sense of disillusionment with the world of martial arts, would come from Sect Leader Yue."

Lin Shiyin was filled with sorrow.

She felt...

My lonely heart seemed to move a little.

"Try it a few times."

Yue Buqun let the two women get acquainted with each other first.

After all, he already knew it by heart.

"it is good."

"Together?"

Bai Feifei invited again.

Lin Shiyin no longer felt the unfamiliarity she had at the beginning and nodded slightly.

Two peerless beauties.

Reinterpretation.

Listening to the rain pine under the moonlight.

The contrast of pure white and plain yellow intersects with the music.

Create a beautiful scene in the world.

Yue Buqun was moved.

But he just watched, appreciated, and listened.

The next day.

Fengchan Terrace at Mount Song.

Ding Jing and Ding Yi, who arrived late, brought four disciples and sat together with the Huashan Sect.

Their relationship is close and their stance is clear.

This made Zuo Lengchan feel very uncomfortable.

However, when he saw that Shaolin had sent representatives despite the rare closure of the mountain, his face immediately lit up with pride.

"Wow..."

At this moment, an uproar suddenly broke out.

Zuo Lengchan looked over.

Then it became clear.

It turned out to be Ding Baiyun on the stage who defeated the representative of Qingcheng Sect.

This time.

Yu Canghai, who was invited, not only came in person.

He also brought a few younger fellow apprentices.

These junior brothers are mostly around 20 years old.

It is the time of youth and vigor.

The reason for bringing them out of the mountains is to let them see how terrible the world is, and not to just sit in the well and watch the world from a distance.

Secondly, it is to see if he can suppress the Fuwei Escort Agency and obtain the evil-repelling sword technique that Chang Qingzi has always dreamed of.

However, after seeing Ding Baiyun's grace and swordsmanship, Yu Canghai and other junior brothers all lost themselves.

Even in public.

Even if it concerns Qingcheng's prestige.

But they still can't exert even 70% of their full combat power.

"Is this the junior master from the Qingcheng Sect? He's a little too weak."

"The Qingcheng Sect was a major sect during the time of Chang Qingzi, but now each generation is truly weaker than the previous one."

"Even if the Qingcheng Sect sent out a disciple, they wouldn't be embarrassed if they lost. Now it's really hard to step down."

……

The noisy discussions and ridicule made Yu Canghai lose face.

The key this time is seniority.

After all, it's about seniority.

Yu Canghai's junior fellow apprentices are a generation older than Ding Baiyun.

"No, my fellow apprentices are too unreliable."

"It is better to rely on yourself than on others. I still have to carefully train a few disciples."

"It just so happens that there are a few promising young people in the temple. If we focus on nurturing them, they can at least become capable of standing on their own."

Yu Canghai was so angry that his mind was racing.

The idea of cultivating the Four Beauties of Qingcheng was born at this moment.

"Concession."

Ding Baiyun had no expression on his face.

Such an opponent.

She was tired of it.

She began to shift her attention to the uncle-level masters of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

For example, the Nine-Curved Sword Zhong Zhen.

Another example is the Tiansong and Tianbai of the Taishan School.

There is also Lu Lianrong from the Hengshan School and so on.

The reason why it is them.

Because when I first went to Mount Songshan, the way they looked at me was not right.