Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 83 Gossip
  increasingly westward.

Lin Pingzhi quickly adapted to Huashan.

His family's fortune is not declining. Even if the Fuwei Escort Agency suffers a temporary setback, his maternal grandfather's family is still wealthy in Luoyang and will never treat him badly in terms of money.

Before going up the mountain, Lin Pingzhi had inquired with Yan Bugui about the preferences of his uncle, aunt, brother, and sister in advance, and prepared gifts for everyone.

In addition, he and the junior disciples still have a friendship in the Liu Mansion to deal with the Songshan Sect together. Especially Linghu Chong, the two of them teamed up to kill Mu Gaofeng. They felt like old friends at first sight that day, and they felt no strangers when they met again today.

"Pingzhi, let's go, let me see your progress over the years." Yan Bugui took him to the martial arts arena.

When Linghu Chong and others saw that their uncle was going to test the martial arts of the school disciples, they immediately followed him.

"Brother, let's go and have a look." Ning Zhong thought of the legend of Lin Yuantu who dominated the world with his seventy-two evil sword skills. He couldn't help but become curious and called Yue Buqun to come to the martial arts arena.

Lin Pingzhi has already begun to demonstrate the evil sword technique.

The erratic figure and the flashing sword light suddenly made Yue Buqun's eyes freeze, and his expression changed instantly.

The swordsmanship that Lin Pingzhi was performing was exactly the same as the remaining moves that Lin Qingping passed on to him.

Looking at Yue Buqun with a strange expression, Ning Zhong asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

Yue Buqun shook his head slightly: "It's nothing, the evil-fighting swordsmanship is really good."

Yan Bugui glanced at him when he heard the words, and suddenly thought in his heart: "How could I have forgotten this? But now that Huashan has several magical arts that are unique in the martial arts world, senior brother should not have the idea of ​​​​dispelling evil swords anymore. …Bar?

But it doesn’t matter, you can’t find it anyway. "

After a while.

Lin Pingzhi's seventy-two evil-repelling sword techniques and his one hundred and eighty-eight Heaven-shaking Palms have been demonstrated.

"Yes, Chong'er, go and get the sword technique secret book that you captured from Tian Boguang." Yan Bugui nodded, already knowing how to continue teaching Lin Pingzhi.

The sword technique to ward off evil comes from the same source as the Sunflower Book.

Taking Dongfang Sheng as the standard of measurement, Lin Pingzhi's current movement speed is about [-] to [-]% of Dongfang Sheng's.

Linghu Chong ran away and back, and then followed Yan Bugui's instructions and handed Lin Pingzhi the secret manuals of "The Wild Wind Sword Technique" and "The Thirteen Styles of Flying Sand and Stones".

"Master, do you want me to practice sword practice instead?" Lin Pingzhi took the two secret books with a look of astonishment on his face.

Yan Bugui explained: "The key point is not the sword, but the secret of using strength to increase speed.

Swordsmanship is a tradition in your family, and your martial arts skills are all about dexterity.

I have a day off today, and starting from tomorrow, I will teach you Yao Jiao Kong Bi and Tian Luo Di Net.

Once you have mastered all these, your speed should be increased by another [-] to [-]%.

As for internal strength, Chong'er, you can take Pingzhi to see Hanyu Bed later. "

Linghu Chong patted his chest and said, "Okay, I'll take care of it."

"Junior brother, come with me." Seeing that Yan Bugui had made arrangements, Yue Buqun took him and Ning Zhongze to the ancestral hall.

After the three elders left, the disciples immediately started to cheer.

Lu Dayou noticed the sword in Lin Pingzhi's hand, which was as pure as autumn water, and said curiously: "Junior brother Lin, your sword is not bad!

Except for the gentleman's sword and the lady's sword of my master and my wife, my uncle's ruthless sword, and my little junior sister's blood sword, yours is the sharpest I have ever seen. "

Lin Pingzhi said: "This is the year of my sixteenth birthday. My father went to Longquan Sword Forging Valley and spent a lot of money to get a few taels of some strange iron from the owner of the valley. I can't remember the name."

After saying that, he suddenly noticed that the expressions of Linghu Chong and others became very strange.

Linghu Chong asked: "Think about it again, is the name of that material called Underground Steel Mother?"

"Yes, that's it!" Lin Pingzhi suddenly slapped his forehead: "Elder brother is indeed well-informed!"

Linghu Chong rubbed his nose: "Can you tell me how much Uncle Lin spent?"

"Fifty, fifty thousand taels!" Lin Pingzhi was so upset by their attitude that he lost the confidence to speak: "Is there any problem?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal." Linghu Chong patted him on the shoulder: "Don't ask, it will make you feel uncomfortable if you know too much."

He took advantage of the situation and put his arms around his shoulders: "Let's go, let's take you to open your eyes and see the treasures of our Huashan sect who specialize in practicing internal strength."

Lin Pingzhi saw that his words were vague and guessed that it had something to do with money, so he didn't take it seriously.

"Senior Brother, can you tell me the two martial arts that Master mentioned?"

"No problem, our Huashan martial arts are now mainly divided into two categories, one is light and agile, and the other is powerful and calm..."

Ancestral Hall. Yue Buqun looked at the memorial tablet of his ancestor and said in a deep voice: "I wonder if you still remember the sword skills that master left behind? It is actually exactly the same as the Lin family's evil-fighting sword skills."

Yan Bugui scratched his cheek: "I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me."

Ning Zhong was shocked: "Is the evil sword technique related to the Sunflower Book? That kid Pingzhi..."

Yan Bugui waved his hand: "You are overthinking. Don't forget that I taught him his martial arts."

Yue Buqun said, "This makes sense. No wonder Lin Zhennan's martial arts is not good. It turns out..."

Ning Zhongze's heart tightened: "Senior brother, although it is our ancestor's last wish to find the Sunflower Book, this martial art is too sinister and vicious. In my opinion, we should forget about it."

Yan Bugui quickly spoke to help: "Senior sister is right."

"Alas~" Yue Buqun sighed, gently caressed the empty box of the Sunflower Book and said, "Brother, I won't hide it from you. This matter has been in my heart for decades, and today I suddenly saw it right in front of me. That's why I lost my temper for a moment.

Don't worry, I will never touch this harmful thing. "

Yan Bugui said leisurely: "Speaking of which, our ancestors' instructions said that Huashan disciples should understand the secrets of the Sunflower Book. Now that Pingzhi has become my disciple and becomes a disciple of Huashan, isn't it equivalent to fulfilling our ancestors' last wish?"

Ning Zhong hurriedly echoed: "Junior brother is right."

"Junior brother's words make sense." Yue Buqun let out a sigh of relief, put the wooden box back on the plaque and didn't look at it again.

Leaving the ancestral hall.

Ning Zhongze suddenly asked: "Junior brother, I heard from your senior brother that you are dating Miss Cheng?"

"..." Yan Bugui looked at Yue Buqun speechlessly: "I didn't realize it, senior brother, you, the noble swordsman, can actually gossip!"

"You have wronged me. How can I be that kind of person?" Yue Buqun said, "It was your senior sister who asked you why you didn't go back to the mountain together. I only said that you had an appointment with someone, Cheng Qianhu's I didn’t mention a word of your name.”

"Your senior sister, I'm not stupid." Ning Zhongze said angrily: "Who else can you date besides her?
  What's going on with you guys? You are already thirty, you are not young, it is time to start a family.

Don't talk about martial arts anymore. Outsiders don't know, but our own family still doesn't know.

Even if you are not number one in the world, you are not far off. Life-long events cannot be delayed any longer. "

Yan Bugui felt a headache after hearing this, as if he was under a tight spell: "My good senior sister, can you just stop worrying about it?"

"Nonsense, elder sister is like mother, I don't care who does."

"I have my own sense of discretion. Besides, the imperial law doesn't stipulate that people must get married, right?"

"Are you using strong words to make sense? Why didn't I see it?

Miss Cheng hasn't married for so many years, so she's just waiting for you. Don't delay her. "

Yan Bugui opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was doing it for his career.

But thinking of the spring breeze that night, I swallowed my words again.

"Oh~ I do like her, and she also likes me, but we both have things we want to do.

She will not leave the court for me, and it is impossible for me to leave Huashan for her.

It's only my fault that Master didn't recruit more senior sisters, otherwise I would be like my senior brother, just eating grass on the edge of my nest to save trouble. "

"Bah!" Yue Buqun laughed and scolded, "You are the rabbit."

Having said this, Ning Zhongze didn't know how to persuade him.

That's a tough question indeed. Moreover, she was reluctant to leave Huashan, the junior brother she had brought up since childhood.

There was no sun or moon in the mountains, and in a flash it was more than a month.

Inside the martial arts arena.

The second generation disciples, led by Linghu Chong, are besieging Yan Bugui.

"Too slow, too slow, haven't you eaten?"

Yan Bugui stood in Gaixin, with his left hand behind his back and a cane in his right hand, which he kept falling on everyone, pointing out their own weaknesses.

The rattan rattled as it fell on them, causing them to grin and moan in pain. No one except Yue Lingshan was spared.

fluttering edge ~
  The carrier pigeon suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the weapons rack in the martial arts field.

"Let's take a break." Yan Bugui held the cane in his hand and went over to take down the mailbox.

"There are a large number of black and white masters on their way from Zhongtiao Mountain to Huashan. I hope you will be careful, Jingjing." ’

(End of this chapter)