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

Hua Yinzhu.

The leader of the Western Rakshasa Demon Cult.

The Rakshasa Demon Cult dominated the northwest, while the Sun Moon Demon Cult dominated the northeast.

They were not subordinate to each other.

But they competed with each other.

More than 20 years ago.

The power within the Sun Moon Demon Cult changed, and there was endless infighting.

The power was slightly weakened.

It happened that the leader of the Rakshasa Demon Cult, Bai Xiaolou, the world's number one magic knife, turned hatred into love and slaughtered the martial arts world.

At that time, the power of the Rakshasa Demon Cult once surpassed that of the Sun Moon Demon Cult.

Then.

Mrs. Ruoliu died of dystocia.

Bai Xiaolou was disheartened and retired from the martial arts world, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Otherwise, the Central Plains martial arts world would be poisoned to an unknown extent.

"Hua Yinzhu of the Rakshasa Demon Cult."

"Even if he is not at the same level as Bai Xiaolou, he should be in the top five of the weapon list, right?"

Feng Buping murmured in a low voice.

There was a wildfire that was constantly accumulating in his heart, ready to burst out.

"Bai Xiaolou back then."

"His power was no less than that of Dongfang Bubai before."

Cheng Buyou's face was gloomy.

I don't know what he thought of, but a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

"Yes."

"It is said that many masters of our Huashan died back then."

Cong Buqi secretly looked at Yue Buqun.

If Bai Xiaolou was still alive.

The only one who could deal with him was Yue Buqun.

"People are in the Phoenix Pond, and Yinzhu plays the strings at night."

"Hua Yinzhu, Hua Baifeng..."

In his heart, Yue Buqun only wanted to shout about bad fate.

He wondered if Hua Yinzhu had anticipated the miserable ending of her only daughter Hua Baifeng when she named her daughter.

"Ah?"

"What?"

Everyone looked at Yue Buqun in confusion.

I don't know what he is talking about.

"The significance of this matter."

"It's comparable to Shangguan Jinhong's challenge to Sun Baifa."

Yue Buqun sighed, "If Hua Yinzhu wins, Luosha Sect will definitely go east; if Bai Tianyu wins, Shendao Hall will definitely go south. No matter what, the rivers and lakes will be bloody."

Now Yue Buqun's head is slightly swollen.

Sun Moon Demon Sect, Rakshasa Demon Sect, Money Gang, Songshan Sect, Divine Sword Hall...

None of them is easy to deal with.

All of them are the ones who make people restless.

"This..."

"No wonder the leader is so low-key even though he has the strength to surpass the rest of the martial arts world."

Feng Buping sighed in his heart: "The leader is worthy of being the wisest man in Huashan. We are far from being as good as him."

Not only him.

Cheng Buyu and others also realized it later.

In the fear, they also admired Yue Buqun more and more.

"The chief escort is exhausted."

"Deputy leader Liu also came from afar."

"Please come in and tell me in detail."

Yue Buqun didn't want to cause trouble.

Invite people into the inner hall.

Hold a banquet.

It was late at night and quiet.

The lights in Ju'an Tower were still bright.

Humming a light tune.

Clapping her hands gently.

Qu Feiyan's bright eyes slowly closed.

The breathing gradually evened out.

"Xiaoyan is so good."

"Every day at a certain time, she can fall asleep with a little coaxing."

Ning Zhongze looked at Qu Feiyan with eyes full of doting.

As if...

This is her daughter.

"This year, the night in Jiangnan is cold, who knows my heart."

Yue Buqun put down the book.

Suddenly sighed a strange poem.

"Ah?"

Ning Zhongze didn't react for a while.

"Just a joke."

Yue Buqun didn't care.

He held up two fingers.

Ning Zhongze skillfully placed her wrist between two fingers.

"The breath is steady and calm."

"The divine essence is contained within."

Yue Buqun exclaimed: "My wife, this is the most perfect state for pregnancy."

"Really?"

Ning Zhongze was overjoyed.

It's been too long.

For so many years.

Yue Buqun and her love were close.

But they had no offspring.

In this era where "there are three kinds of unfilial behavior, and the greatest is to have no offspring."

It can be seen how much mental pressure Ning Zhongze secretly felt.

"Too much is as bad as too little."

"My wife's medicine soup has to be stopped for a while."

Yue Buqun then gave Ning Zhongze the necessary reminder.

Although it was a bit of a cold shower.

But it was also a sincere word.

"Then..."

"Okay."

If it were a few years ago, Ning Zhongze would probably not believe it.

But Yue Buqun is now more and more like a miracle doctor.

He can even make miracle medicine.

She can't help but believe it.

"Don't look embarrassed."

Yue Buqun held Ning Zhongze's face again.

Although time has worked.

Ning Zhongze has grown up in many places.

But his face and waistline are not round.

"You drank frequently before."

"You can change to one dose every half a month in the future, so that you can maintain your current state for at least half a year."

Yue Buqun was also a little anxious in his heart.

He has unified Huashan for several years.

Now there is only more than a year left before the Huashan Sword Contest with Dongfang Bubai.

Not even a year and a half.

Yilin is now over one year old, almost two.

Qu Feiyan is about to crawl.

But Yue Lingshan, who is older than them, has not yet been born.

"Yeah."

Hearing this, Ning Zhongze was finally satisfied.

I don't know if it was a topic of conversation.

Or maybe it was a feeling.

Ning Zhongze's eyes gradually became warmer as he looked at Yue Buqun.

"So cute."

Yue Buqun didn't notice the abnormality of his wife.

His fingers gently scraped Qu Feiyan's milky face.

[Medical Skills (Level 5): 382/3000]

My medical skills were broken through when I was assisted in alchemy by Qing Hengshan Dingjing.

That wave.

I gained a lot of proficiency.

I broke through the level in one fell swoop.

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The progress of medical skills slowed down.

However, he often took the pulse of Ah Fei, Qu Feiyan and others.

To ensure their health.

The internal strength was not practiced wrong.

At the same time, he often gave Ning Zhongze a full body check. []

As for what reason.

That depends on personal opinion.

"So my husband likes children so much."

"I thought..."

Ning Zhongze was a little dazed.

She didn't realize Yue Buqun had left Qu Feiyan and came behind her.

Gently hugged her.

Took her into his arms.

Then he bit Ning Zhongze's earlobe and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm not..."

Ning Zhongze wanted to argue.

But she saw Yue Buqun's half-smile.

She knew she couldn't hide it, so she could only say, "I've always thought, how nice it would be if Xiaoyan'er was our daughter."

"That's easy."

"Why don't we just adopt her as our daughter?"

Yue Buqun said it without thinking.

"I have accepted her as my apprentice, which means almost the same as adopting a daughter."

"I mean..."

Ning Zhongze was still shy and could not continue.

However, her blushing posture awakened many memories of Yue Buqun.

And Yue Buqun also understood.

"I understand."

"Other people's children are not as good as our own."

Yue Buqun didn't waste words.

Put it into action directly.

As for children.

It's the most practical to have your own children.

At most...

It's just a little more troublesome.

And just as the happy singing sounded.

The ancestral land of the Sword Sect in Huashan.

Feng Qingyang, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes.

These eyes seemed to contain electricity.

Captivating.

"There really is a sixth-level Hunyuan Gong!"

"After the Hunyuan is perfect, it is a combination of movement and stillness, and the Hunyuan is natural!"

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but say: "Huashan has a peerless genius like Yue, which is really a great fortune for the sect and for me."

The original Hunyuan Gong can only be cultivated to the fifth level at most.

But Yue Buqun referred to the seventh-level Zixia Divine Art and forced it to the sixth level.

Feng Qingyang borrowed the huge medicinal power of three Beiqiu Pills.

Forcibly broke the limit of the technique that had trapped him for nearly 20 years.

Reached a level that even the founder of Huashan Sect had never reached's Hunyuan Tiancheng Realm.

"A time of great contention."

"There should be a place for Huashan."

Feng Qingyang slowly stood up.

Looking at the dust on his body and around him.

The true energy shook.

The dust scattered.

The most incredible thing was that the dust did not spread, and then it was condensed together by an unknown force.

Finally, it continued to compress and condense.

Finally, it turned into a mud ball as big as a pigeon egg.

"At this moment."

"When there is a swordsman to practice sword with me."

When Feng Qingyang thought of this, he felt something in his heart.

The next moment.

He pushed the door and walked out.

He was clearly walking step by step.

But each step seemed to be able to cross a distance of ten feet.

After a few steps, the man disappeared into the darkness.

At this time.

Feng Buping and Lin Zhongxiong, who were chatting about the situation in the martial arts world, suddenly stopped drinking the aged daughter's red wine in their hands.

Then they looked at each other.

Then they tacitly picked up their famous weapons and walked out.

"Uncle Feng!"

The man had his back to them.

But Feng Buping still recognized the identity of the person at a glance.

"Greetings, Senior Feng."

Lin Zhongxiong bowed respectfully.

Feng Qingyang was very strange at this time.

No aura.

But it made the sword in his heart tremble slightly.

It was difficult to restrain.

"All of you take action."

Feng Qingyang's tone was flat, as if it was a matter of course.

These two people are currently the most suitable and perfect sparring partners.

Yue Buqun?

He is not that stupid.

He hit himself just after coming out of retreat and breaking through.

"Please give me some advice, Uncle Feng."

"I am sorry for the young man."

Feng Buping was very straightforward.

Lin Zhongxiong wanted to be more modest, but seeing Feng Buping was like this, he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Buping.

Hanshan.

The sharpness of the two swords was revealed.

Facing this number one swordsman who had dominated the world 20 years ago.

They did not dare to have the slightest sense of justice.

However.

They were also proud swordsmen.

Feng Buping glanced at Lin Zhongxiong.

The next moment.

Lin Zhongxiong flew over like a ghost.

The sword energy was already chaotic before he arrived.

The most terrifying thing is that the sword energy is intricate, but each sword contains the fastest sword intent imprint.

Feng Qingyang just moved his eyes, and a scene of sword light bloomed.

Lin Zhongxiong's sword technique of exorcising evil spirits was in vain, but he did not retreat in despair.

Lin Zhongxiong's body suddenly became weird under the dual illumination of moonlight and lights.

There was a residual image left in the field.

This is the embodiment of extreme speed.

It is also a sign that the sword technique of exorcising evil spirits has reached the level of gods and ghosts.

At least he is one level stronger than he was in the Songshan competition.

However.

Feng Qingyang's sword is like a breeze blowing on your face.

Sometimes it is Huashan swordsmanship.

Sometimes it is Jade Girl swordsmanship.

Then it may be mixed with Yangwu swordsmanship, Xiyi swordsmanship, etc.

His sword is like the mountain wind in the bleak night, deep, endless, and confused...