Laughing and proud rise again

The night is dark and the wind is high. Although it is already June, the peak of Siguoya is still like March.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang stood on the top of Siguo Cliff, muttering incessantly: "I understand."

"In the past, I always thought that senior Dugu said that all the grass and trees can be used as swords, and everything in the world can be used as swords. This is just the depth of senior's inner strength, but I didn't expect it to be the depth of the realm of swordsmanship."

"Boy Zhang Yu, who taught you your swordsmanship? Yue Buqun doesn't have such a high level." Feng Qingyang said.

"If I say it's a gift from heaven, will Grand Master believe it or not?" Zhang Yu asked.

"I believe that Yue Buqun doesn't have such abilities."

"Since that's the case, how about we go down the mountain?" Zhang Yu said.

"Okay, let's go down the mountain."

At this time, in the Zhengqi hall, the lights were brightly lit, and the voices of people were noisy.

Yue Buqun looked at the aggressive Cheng Buyou and the other three, his face was full of purple anger.

"Junior Brother Cheng, today is your nephew's big wedding day. Besides, it's getting late. What can we say tomorrow?" Yue Buqun said with a smile.

"That's true. Although we had a lot of grievances in the previous generation, today is also the day of my Huashan sect's big wedding, so don't go too far." Cheng Buyou said inwardly.

"As the saying goes: 'It is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy one relative.' Let's not worry about it today, let's talk about it tomorrow." Cheng Buyou said.

"It's not bad, I haven't lost face to my sword sect." Suddenly there was a voice from outside the door, and then an old man in a gray robe and a long sword hanging from his waist came in from outside the door, followed by a young man in Tsing Yi.It's not Feng Qingyang and Zhang Yu but who.

"Uncle Shi,,, Uncle Shi,,,,,,," Cheng Buyou and the others looked back, and saw Feng Qingyang looking at them with a smile, and stuttered for a while, unable to speak.

"Why don't the three of you recognize your uncle?" Feng Qingyang dispelled the doubts of Cheng Buyou and the others.

The three walked quickly to Feng Qingyang, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said in a sobbing voice: "Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi,,,,,,"

"Alright, get up quickly." Feng Qingyang said with a choked voice.

At this time, Yue Buqun in the hall was in a very complicated mood. In fact, as early as when Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands in the golden basin, he knew from Zhang Yu and Linghu Chong's swordsmanship that Senior Huashan must be guiding them.

Just knowing is one thing, meeting is another.

Ning Zhong didn't have such complicated thoughts. Although she didn't want to see the three of them, she still respected Feng Qingyang.

"Master, long time no see. How are you?" Ning Zhong asked.

"It turned out to be Xiao Ning'er, who has really grown up."

"I met Master Uncle, how is Master Uncle?" Yue Buqun stepped forward to ask even though he was in a complicated mood.

"Fortunately, I'm not dead yet." To Yue Buqun, Feng Qingyang said in a strange way.

"Grand Master Uncle, today is my disciple's wedding day, you must have a good drink."

Linghu Chong said to Zhang Yu again: "You still have a way, as soon as you invite Grand Master Uncle to come."

Looking at Linghu Chong in a red robe, Feng Qingyang said: "Today is the day of your wedding, Chong'er, and Grand Master didn't prepare any congratulatory gifts for you. Although this saber is not a good sword, it also accompanied me. For decades, today is considered a congratulatory gift."

While speaking, he untied the long sword at his waist and handed it to Linghu Chong

"Grand Master Uncle, this is too precious, besides, this is your saber." Linghu Chong said.

"Give it to you, and you take it."

"Then disciple will thank Grand Master Uncle." Linghu Chong said happily.

Not to mention that people from the Huashan School are here to reminisce about the past, but the heroes of the rivers and lakes on one side have different thoughts.

The most complicated one is not Tang Ying'e, nor Mr. Mo Da, nor Mrs. Dingyi.

It was Daoist Chongxu of the Wudang sect. 30 years ago, Chongxu and Feng Qingyang fought against each other because of a battle of spirits.

It was also in that battle that Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords completely defeated Chongxu's Tai Chi swordsmanship, which left a deep impression on Chongxu's heart.

Over the years, Chongxu has continued to refine the Tai Chi swordsmanship, and finally reached the state of Tai Chi harmony.

He thought to himself that if he met Feng Qingyang, he would be able to avenge his shame.

Chongxu looked at Feng Qingyang with agitated mind, and unconsciously a sword intent rushed from his body.

Although this sword intent is not that sharp, it is broad.

The Wudang disciples and other heroes sitting next to Chongxu unconsciously felt a chill in their backs.

Just when Chongxu's sword intent was bursting out, Feng Qingyang looked over.

"Daoist Chongxu, I haven't seen you for many years."

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for many years," Chongxu said.

Feng Qingyang said to Master Fangzheng again: "Master Fangzheng, long time no see."

"I haven't seen you for many years, but the benefactor is still so energetic." Fangzheng also laughed.

Next, Mr. Mo Da from the Five Sacred Hengshan School, Sanding from the Hengshan School, Tianmen from the Taishan School, and others also stepped forward one by one to meet Feng Qingyang.

Tang Ying'e breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably at this time, but became nervous again.

Although he also knew from Zuo Lengchan's conjecture that Huashan School still has masters who survived the world.

At this time Feng Qingyang appeared, confirming Zuo Lengchan's speculation.But this master is Feng Qingyang, which made Tang Ying'e worry again.

After all, Feng Qingyang is a well-known master in the previous generation, and his qualifications are old.

"However, the master's martial arts has made great progress this time, so he may not be afraid of him." Tang Ying'e secretly thought.

But the man stepped forward and said to Feng Qingyang: "Disciple Songshan Tang Ying'e has seen Master Feng."

"You are a disciple of the Songshan School, you are really good." Feng Qingyang said to Tang Ying'e.

"Master, that's ridiculous." Tang Ying'e said.

Seeing Tang Ying'e, Feng Qingyang stopped talking, turned around and walked to the top of Zhengqi Hall.

He said to Yue Buqun: "Yue Buqun, I heard that you are going to step down as the head of the Huashan School?"

"Yes, uncle." Yue Buqun said.

"Is there a successor?"

"Yes, it is my sixth disciple, Zhang Yu."

"I also know about your disciple Zhang Yu. He is a good person and a good seedling. He can be the head of Huashan Sect." Feng Qingyang said.

"Uncle Master." Cheng Buyou couldn't help but said anxiously when he heard that Feng Qingyang approved of Zhang Yu's succession as the head of the Huashan School.

"Cheng Buyou, why do you object to Zhang Yu taking over as the head of the Huashan School?" Feng Qingyang said.

"The disciple is not against Zhang Yu taking over as the head of the Huashan School, but against Qizong's taking over as the head. Uncle, you are back this time, but you must uphold justice for my Jianzong." Cheng Buyou said.

"Against the qi sect? Well, after all these years of fighting for sword qi, we should have some understanding." Feng Qingyang murmured in a low voice.

"Master, Jianzong swore back then..." Ning Zhong was about to say, but thought that Feng Qingyang belonged to Jianzong, so he swallowed the words.

"Stop arguing, the battle of sword qi will always have a result. Since this is the case, there will be another battle of sword qi tomorrow to see who is the authentic one." Feng Qingyang suddenly said loudly.

"Okay, Master Uncle. That's how it should be." Cong Buqi said as soon as Feng Qingyang finished speaking.

Buzzing noises in the Zhengqi Hall kept ringing, the battle of sword qi, the Huashan faction is about to start the battle of sword qi again, this is really a big event for Jianghu.

"Yue Buqun, you can agree." Feng Qingyang looked at Yue Buqun and said.

Hearing Feng Qingyang's words, Yue Buqun felt angry.But at this moment, Zhang Yu's voice came from next to his ear: "Master, promise him, the disciple will solve it."

Yue Buqun looked back into Zhang Yu's eyes, only to see that Zhang Yu's eyes were calm.

Yue Buqun surged up courage for no reason, and said, "Okay, I agree."

"Since you agreed, then the matter is settled. Now let's continue drinking." Feng Qingyang said.

The tense situation was finally suppressed, but everyone was not in the mood to drink at this time.After a while, everyone left the table.

This night, everyone is doomed to sleepless.