Storyteller in Qixia Town: Zhang Wuji said he wanted to kill me

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.

Chapter 17 The audience is full of masters, Yang Xiao is confused

Seven Heroes Town, Tongfu Inn.

Ever since the last battle between Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue Lianxing, the inn has fallen into a strange atmosphere.

Ye Chen originally wanted to use his mouth to open up this embarrassing situation, but it's a pity that people don't accept his tricks at all.

Neither Dongfang Bubai nor Yaoyue Lianxing paid any attention to him.

Fortunately, the business of the inn was not affected.

On the contrary, more and more people gathered together.

In order to seize market opportunities, some booksellers sent storytellers to Ye Chen to listen to stories.

Go back and write the story, print it, and start making money.

Three days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was Ye Chen's storytelling day.

Today, the inn is already overcrowded, and there is almost no room to sit down.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen began to think about expanding the inn.

But the Beiliang cavalry he had drawn hadn't arrived yet.

But today is the third day, so those cavalry will definitely arrive today.

Isn't it ready-made free labor when they come?

It doesn't cost money, and it's not for nothing.

……

Outside the inn, a group of people gathered here.

The leader was none other than Yang Xiao who had been ordered by Zhang Wuji to come from Guangmingding.

"Look, Zuo Yang, that's the inn of the storyteller Ye Chen!"

Yang Xiao narrowed his eyes: "What kind of ability does this person have? Why is the business of the inn so good?"

The person talking next to him was the little black fat man who asked the question in the inn earlier.

"You don't know Yang Zuo, the story Ye Chen tells is wonderful, if this person doesn't slander the leader, I will be deeply impressed by his talent."

Yang Xiao looked at the little black fat man with meaningful eyes, and his sweat immediately flowed out.

Realized that I was wrong.

He hastily wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Of course, this person dares to slander the leader, it would be a pity to die!"

Yang Xiao's eyes gradually became kinder: "Remember your identity, at all times, you must focus on the Demon Cult and the leader!"

"Yes, yes, this subordinate knows his mistake!"

Yang Xiao nodded: "Let's go! Let's go to the inn to have a look and see what's so great about Ye Chen!"

"Yes, Yang Zuoshi!"

……

A group of people walked quickly towards the inn.

The inn was already buzzing with people.

"I didn't expect that Old Li Sword God also had a lover."

"But Old Li Jianshen killed his whole family. Just because of this alone, the two of them are doomed to be together."

"Oh, it's so miserable. A sword god as stunning and talented as Old Li is bound to be trapped by a lover."