Comprehensive martial arts storyteller: I, a sword can open the gate of heaven

Huashan, thinking over the cliff.

In the Ya Cave lay a stunned boy wearing the costume of a Huashan disciple with a grass root in his mouth.

"Master Uncle, you said that I have learned a lot of kung fu from the Wuyue Sword School and the Sun Moon God Sect, so can I be considered a master of martial arts?"

Behind this stupefied young man stood an old man in a white black robe.

"Hmph! You don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth after learning a few moves. You have to know that people are dead, but swords are alive. If you really meet a master of the Five Sacred Sect, even if you know his weakness, others will seize the opportunity. The sword stabbed to death!"

"No, master uncle, you must be lying to me, you want to tell me to be humble, right?" The young stunned boy obviously didn't take the old man's words to heart.

At this time, a shout came from outside Ya Cave.

Then, the old man in fluttering white clothes quickly disappeared into the cave.

"Brother Linghu! I'm bringing you food!"

The stupefied kid showed joy on his face: "Little junior sister brought me food."

"No, Junior Sister's voice can't be so rough." He was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "It's Lu Houer, counting the time, this episode of Snow should be here!"

"Hey! Lu Hou'er! I'm in the cave!"

This stunned boy is none other than Huashan Linghu Chong who hasn't gotten any chance yet!

At this time, he was being punished to sit on the cliff of thinking about his mistakes.

Just discovered the martial arts left here by the Five Sacred Sword Sect and the Sun Moon God Sect.

He also met his great uncle, Feng Qingyang!
But at this time, Feng Qingyang hadn't passed Linghu Chong the Dugu Nine Swords, because Tian Boguang hadn't gone up the mountain yet.

Soon, the skinny Lu Houer ran into the cave.

He held a lunch box in one hand and a book in the other.

"Lu Hou'er, has the new season of Snowstorm arrived!" Linghu Chong asked eagerly.

"That's right, senior brother, look at what I'm holding in my hand!"

"Quick! Bring it to me!"

Linghu Chong took the book of stories in the snow, and read it with relish, regardless of the food.

While reading a book, he asked, "By the way, Lu Hou'er, why didn't little junior sister come?"

Mentioning this, Lu Houer's face showed a trace of sullen anger: "Hmph! It's not that Lin Pingzhi who hangs around my junior sister all day long, senior brother, please go down the mountain quickly! Otherwise, my junior sister will be snatched away." Already!"

Linghu Chong put down the book in his hand: "Lu Hou'er, don't talk nonsense, Junior Brother Lin and Junior Junior Sister are innocent. Junior Brother Lin just came to Huashan, and Junior Junior Sister should take care of him."

Lu Hou'er didn't take it seriously: "Hmph, big brother, you can help him speak! You are a fan of the authorities!"

Linghu Chong ignored it.

He was just flipping through the book, but suddenly he saw a few pages of gossip about Jianghu at the end of the book.

One of the sentences is: Feng Qingyang, the strong swordsman of Huashan Mountain, lives in seclusion in the back of Huashan Mountain!
Seeing this sentence, Linghu Chong was shocked.

When was the news that the master uncle lived in seclusion in the back mountain was revealed?
Logically speaking, no one in this world should know about it except myself!

Seeing Linghu Chong standing there in a daze, Lu Hou'er moved his head towards him.

Then I also saw that sentence.

"By the way, senior brother, I forgot to ask you, you have lived in the back mountain for several months, have you met this senior uncle named Feng Qingyang?"

Linghu Chong was awakened by Lu Hou'er's voice.

"No, this person is bragging at first glance. I have been here in the back mountain for several months, and I haven't met a ghost. Where is there any master uncle!"

Lu Hou'er snorted: "I knew it was fake. We grew up in Mount Hua and never met him. How did that storyteller named Ye Chen know that there is a hidden strong man hidden in the back of Mount Hua?"

"Yes! Don't believe his nonsense."

Linghu Chong did not forget what Feng Qingyang told him not to reveal his identity.

Soon, after Linghu Chong finished his meal, Lu Hou'er packed up the dishes and went down the mountain.

Then, Linghu Chong was hit on the head by Feng Qingyang who suddenly appeared behind him.

"Oh! Uncle Master, why did you hit me!" Linghu Chong hugged his head and cried out that it hurts.

"Hmph! No ghost has seen one, so what am I?"

Linghu Chong made a grimace: "Hey, you are naturally my dearest master uncle!"

"Slick tongue." Feng Qingyang cursed, and then let Linghu Chong get away with it.

……

Lu Hou'er leisurely descended the mountain with his lunch box.

Suddenly, a serious voice sounded behind him.

"Great!"

Lu Hou'er's footsteps stopped instantly, and then his expression became tense.

Because he was so familiar with this voice, it was the voice of his stern master Yue Buqun.

"Master."

Lu Hou'er turned around and lowered his head.

Standing behind Lu Hou'er, Yue Buqun was wearing a blue robe, with regular facial features, exuding an air of uprightness all over his body.

Judging from his appearance alone, Yue Buqun really deserves the title of gentleman's sword!

Holding a book in his hand, Yue Buqun looked at Lu Hou'er with a look of resentment.

"I found this on your bed when your teacher was making the beds for you! What's this called? Is this novel really so attractive?"

Speaking of this, Lu Hou'er suddenly became energetic.

"Master, haven't you read the book yet! Let me tell you, the book..."

"All right, all right, I'm here to teach you a lesson, not to tell me how wonderful this book is." Yue Buqun interrupted Lu Hou'er.

"Tell me, it would be great if you used this time to practice martial arts! If so, is your martial arts still at the bottom among the brothers?"

Lu Hou'er didn't dare to answer.

"Forget it, you go first! Remember to practice hard!"

"Yes, Master." Lu Hou'er bowed his head and left.

After Lu Hou'er left, Yue Buqun wiped his saliva and opened the book "Fighting Swords in the Snow".

"This story is really good, I'll read it first."

……

Yue Buqun flipped through the book page by page, and soon reached the end.

He also noticed Feng Qingyang's message.

Then he frowned.

"Huh? When the two schools of sword qi were fighting, Master Feng Qingyang was deceived and stayed away from Mount Hua, and he never came back after that. How could he live in seclusion in the back of Mount Hua?"

Yue Buqun closed his book and began to think carefully.

Compared with reading novels, his dream is to become the general leader of the Five Sacred Sword Sect!
Kill Zuo Lengchan!

"Let's not say whether this news is true or not. It has been 20 years since the two sects of sword qi have been fighting each other. Now Huashan's disciples are all my disciples. Even if Master Feng Qingyang returns, it will not affect me to grasp the overall situation. On the contrary, I, Huashan There will be a lot of top combat power."

"In the past two years, Songshan Zuo Lengchan has become more and more rampant, and he has accumulated power in the Five Sacred Sword Sect for a long time. If Master Feng Qingyang can return to Huashan, then Zuo Lengchan will not dare to act rashly against Huashan!"

"Looking at it this way, it would be a great thing to welcome Master Feng Qingyang back!"

"No! I have to go to the back mountain!"

Yue Buqun hurriedly walked towards the back of Mount Hua.

Soon, he came to the Cliff of Thoughts.

"Chong'er!"

In Yadong, Linghu Chong heard Yue Buqun's voice.

Feng Qingyang beside him was curious about who spread the news that he was living in Huashan in seclusion.

"It's my master! Strange, how could master come to Siguoya at this time?" Linghu Chong said in surprise.

Feng Qingyang was thoughtful, and he said to Linghu Chong: "I'm going first, don't forget what you promised me, don't reveal my news."

Linghu Chong nodded: "Don't worry, Master Uncle, I will definitely not say anything about it."

Feng Qingyang disappeared in a flash, and Yue Buqun also walked into the cave.

"Chonger, what are you doing?"

Linghu Chong deliberately stretched his waist: "Master, I was taking a nap just now."

Hearing this answer, Yue Buqun was furious.

"Take a nap! It's great to have this time to practice martial arts. Let me tell you, it's not for you to enjoy the blessings by asking you to face the wall and think about your mistakes! I want to test your martial arts when you go down the mountain!"

"Knowing the master, the disciple will work hard."

Yue Buqun didn't get too entangled in this matter.

"Let me ask you, did you meet any strange people during the few months in the back mountain?"

Linghu Chong looked at his nose and nose, and said carefully: "Strange person? No! I'm the only one in this Siguoya besides my juniors and sisters who came to deliver my meals."

"you sure?"

"Disciple is sure." Linghu Chong said pretending to be serious.

Seeing Linghu Chong's eyes, Yue Buqun slowly turned around and walked out of Ya Cave.

After arriving at the entrance of the cave, Yue Buqun performed the Zixia Divine Art, mobilized his internal energy and shouted towards the entire back mountain.

"Uncle Feng Qingyang, my nephew Yue Buqun knows that you live in seclusion in the back of Mount Hua, and now that the Songshan faction is very powerful, please invite Uncle Feng Qingyang to show up and preside over the overall situation of Mount Hua!"

The echo of Yue Buqun's words resounded throughout Siguoya, but no one answered.

Then, Yue Buqun shouted again: "Uncle, the dispute between the two sword qi sects was a mistake. The qi sects of the sword sect should complement each other. It's a pity that my nephew doesn't know much about the lineage of the sword sect and can't teach his disciples. Feng Qing After Uncle Yang leaves the mountain, Huashan will re-open the Sword Sect!"

After a while, no one answered.

"Uncle, my nephew Yue Buqun is willing to give up the position of head, I just hope that my uncle can carry forward my Huashan faction!"

The echo slowly subsided, but there was still no response from the silent back mountain.

A trace of loneliness flashed across Yue Buqun's face.

If he could invite Feng Qingyang, many of his plans would be much easier to handle.

It's a pity that Feng Qingyang is not here.

Maybe here, but she doesn't want to come out to meet him.

After instructing Linghu Chong to practice hard, Yue Buqun walked down the mountain slowly.

At the same time, he was thinking about how to face the pressure of the Songshan faction in the past two years.