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

Huashan Luoyan Peak.

After Yue Buqun swallowed the purple clouds here, he did not go down.

He watched the sunset first.

Then watched the stars appear.

Looking at the stars in the sky so close.

Yue Buqun could not help but have an illusion that he could reach out and pick them.

“So this is the sky so close, the stars can be picked.”

Bai Feifei came.

She came with a zither.

But it was not that she was late.

It was that Yue Buqun did not leave at all.

“Have you been waiting for a long time?”

Bai Feifei’s beautiful eyes were looking around, and the divine light was looming.

Yue Buqun nodded slightly.

Of course he would not be stupid enough to deny it.

"There is no moon tonight."

"But the sky is full of stars."

Yue Buqun came to Bai Feifei's side.

Bai Feifei chose a solitary pine tree in the corner.

Sitting cross-legged.

The guqin was on the knees.

Such a simple thing brought out some of the charm of the moonlit fairy in the past.

"What do you want to hear?"

Bai Feifei wanted to play a warm-up song.

Yue Buqun shook his head.

At this moment, he can do it.

As long as it sounds good.

"I understand."

Bai Feifei smiled leisurely.

Then his ten fingers began to dance.

The cold and lively guqin sound flowed directly into the heart like cold mountain water.

Then the guqin sound meandered.

It's like the spring water is changed by the nine bends in the mountain.

Every change brings a different experience.

Every change brings a new interpretation.

However.

Listening and tasting.

Yue Buqun feels the metaphor behind the music.

Bai Feifei's unfamiliar song, on the surface, is about the clear stream in the mountains, but in fact it is showing life.

Music is the river of time.

Its source is the life of thousands of families.

Its metaphor is the hard work and twists and turns of the people.

"Change it."

Yue Buqun looked up at the sky and slowly took out the wine pot.

He changed to a wine gourd this time.

It's not very delicate.

But it's a green gourd he made himself.

It's not filled with the best wine of Thyme's level.

It's just a very fragrant and mellow daughter's red wine.

Bai Feifei asked with a smile: "Don't you want wine that won't make you drunk this time?"

"This is girl's red wine."

Yue Buqun answered softly.

He also handed over the wine gourd.

"Not bad."

Bai Feifei took a sip.

Nodding with satisfaction.

Although the evaluation was not high, it was not bad.

But Yue Buqun opened his hand and sucked it back into his hand.

"It seems you don't understand."

Yue Buqun was a little disappointed.

He thought Bai Feifei understood this wine.

What a pity.

"Is there something special about it?"

"Li?" Bai Feifei was puzzled. Yue Buqun's pot of girl's red wine had a mellow taste, and the fragrance was not as strong as expected, but had a slightly sour aftertaste. It was this feeling that lowered his evaluation of it. "It is a special girl's red wine."

"It is called [Xiangsi]." Yue Buqun replied indifferently. "Xiangsihong? ”

Bai Feifei’s mind settled.

Then he felt something and began to play.

The music was like the gentle and cool autumn rain.

Drip.

Raindrops.

Nourishing the hearts of lovers.

Also conveying a kind of sweetness that penetrates the heart.

An invisible hug.

Invisible attachment.

Yue Buqun finally felt it.

He took out a green flute from his arms and cut in along the tone.

Bai Feifei saw Yue Buqun take out Flute, graceful smile.

Because she had never heard that Yue Buqun also knew music.

Old acquaintances such as Ning Zhongze and Feng Qingyang.

Never mentioned them.

Just a feeling called loneliness nourished from the heart.

Reminded her of the lonely and miserable days of pregnancy.

Recalled her every day thinking about someone in Huashan.

Bai Feifei was gradually moved.

Her hands began to move.

The two played together perfectly.

The richness of the piano.

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The flute is soft and light.

Both perfectly interpret a kind of gentle tenderness.

And the soul sound that cleanses the soul.

The song ends.

The flute is closed.

Bai Feifei's beautiful eyes are curious.

She just looked at Yue Buqun quietly.

Yue Buqun just handed her the green gourd.

[Flute Music (Level 4): 6/1000]

In childhood.

The master did not allow them to use sharp weapons.

Yue Buqun and his brothers used bamboo as swords and practiced swords quietly.

And someone made a bamboo flute.

So.

The bamboo flute became a musical instrument and toy for Yue Buqun and his friends in their childhood.

Originally, Yue Buqun could not remember this skill.

But Bai Feifei appeared.

Especially her outstanding piano skills, awakened this skill.

In his spare time, Yue Buqun studied the skills of music.

After all, for him.

Many basic life skills can be improved by just reading books.

"Did you practice it specifically?"

Bai Feifei looked at Yue Buqun expectantly.

Yue Buqun smiled but said nothing.

"Xiangsihong."

"I finally know why it is called [Xiangsi]. ”

Bai Feifei was very happy.

Lovesickness is painful, and lovesickness brings regrets.

But this is lovesickness, and this is true love.

No wonder the wine has a light taste at the endLightly sour.

No wonder Yue Buqun took out such a girl's red wine today.

Not long after.

The fresh and melodious sound of the piano sounded again.

Echoing between the five peaks of Huashan.

Lingering for a long time.

Refreshed and happy.

A month passed in a blink of an eye.

An extremely strong horse appeared at the foot of Huashan.

It moved slowly.

It seemed very tired.

Because the person sitting on it was very heavy.

He was wearing a very wide and thick green long cloth robe.

The cuffs were so long and big that they could almost be used as flags.

Such uncomfortable clothes were worn on him, but there was no disharmony at all.

Because he was really tall.

So tall that the cuffs only hung down to his knees.

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The gate of Huashan Mountain is right in front of us.

But he didn't mean to stop.

Just let the tall horse walk slowly past.

"You are here as expected."

Feng Buping stood with his sword on his back. []

Cheng Buyu and Cong Buqi had gloomy faces.

Because this person is the Green Demon Hand Yi Ku.

The elder brother of the Red Demon Hand Yi Ye Ku.

The thirteenth place in the Weapon List at the peak.

No response.

Not even the mood to stop for a moment.

Yi Ku continued to move forward.

Swoosh!

Someone from the Eight Giri of the Central Plains was angry.

He threw a stone.

The stone hit the horse's body accurately.

Ugh, hehe...

The horse stood up in pain.

The result.

Yi Ku just moved his eyelids.

Then the horse was pressed down.

Stop the frightened horse!

This is a legendary divine power.

"It's tricky!"

"Underestimate him!"

The gloom on Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi's faces became more intense.

They thought Yi Ku and Yi Ye Ku were the same type of people.

Unexpectedly.

There is no false reputation under a great reputation.

"Senior brother?"

The two looked at Feng Buping.

In the end, Feng Buping did not answer, but slowly drew his sword.

The Buping sword was unsheathed.

No sword sound.

No sword light.

Nothing special.

But Yi Ku seemed to sense something and dismounted on his own initiative.

Perhaps he thought it was time for a fair fight.

Or perhaps he knew that he would have no chance of winning on horseback.

After all, he was not Lv Fengxian, the Silver Halberd Marquis.

Pat.

Yi Ku patted the horse's buttocks.

The horse immediately took its big hooves and trotted away.

And everyone really realized how tall he was.

He was already very tall.

And he wore a tall hat on his head.

The most outrageous thing was that his eyes were cloudy, and he didn'tThere is a slight emotion fluctuation.

It doesn't look like a human eye at all.

Thin.

Tall.

Dead.

At first glance, it looks like the impermanence from the underworld.

"How many moves?"

Yi Ku seemed to sense something and asked directly.

"Let's say thirty breaths!"

Feng Buping's tone was cold and emotionless.

If it were before.

Everyone would not be surprised.

They would even take it for granted.

But since the Sword Sect returned to Huashan, everything has changed.

He smiles more in a month than in the previous ten years combined.

So this is a different Feng Buping.

Only those who are most familiar with Feng Buping.

Or those who have reached the same level as Feng Buping know how terrible he is at this time.

He is ruthless and selfless.

No victory or defeat.

This is Feng Buping's current sword realm.

Because there are no regrets.

Because he has the strongest backer and no worries.

So Feng Buping's sword is becoming more and more pure, and his sword heart is naturally becoming clearer and clearer.

"Yes!"

Yi Ku moved.

His eyes are blue.

His gloves are also blue.

Even the burst of Qi is blue.

Blue torrent, blue life-threatening iron hand.

Choking.

Yi Ku couldn't see how Feng Buping 393 drew his sword.

He only felt that his killer move was beaten back.

This power...

Comparable to those white-haired old monsters he encountered.

In other words, Feng Buping's internal strength is comparable to the old martial arts masters who have practiced internal strength for thirty or forty years.

"No wonder he is ranked eleventh on the Weapon List."

Yi Ku used to be a little unhappy with Feng Buping's high ranking.

Now he completely agrees.

But he has no reservations in his martial arts.

Blue starlight.

Blue torrent.

Yi Ku's martial arts are domineering.

And terrifying.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi looked pale.

Because they knew that if it were them, they would have been dead.

"Even if he didn't have the Green Demon Hand, he would still be a ruthless man in the top twenty of the Weapon List!"

"I'm afraid Bai Xiaosheng has underestimated him."

Yi Ku at his peak, so terrifying.

Everyone at the scene was breathless.

Even the Eight Righteous Men of the Central Plains.

Now his face is extremely unnatural, and he relies on his willpower to suppress his urge to escape.

Boom!

Yi Ku's aura suddenly exploded.

This was the final killing.

It was also a life-threatening blow.

Blood and energy mixed in the green light.

It roared like a green giant python about to turn into a dragon.

The ground collapsed.

The fragments were swept up by the airflow and whistled away with the green giant python.

Feng Buping, whose face was still cold, suddenly grasped some mysterious secrets.

Then his true energy surged and his blood was stimulated.

The sword light exploded.

As fast as thunder.

As fast as lightning.

Puff...

Feng Buping bleeds and flies backwards.

But he finally landed steadily.

Yi Ku froze in place.

It was just that the bloody wound on his chest was expanding.

The pain made every muscle on his face spasm.

Yi Ku wanted to speak.

But his throat was full of blood and bubbles.

He had a lot to say and ask.

He tried so hard that even his eyebrows and eyes twisted.

But in the end it was all in vain.

He still fell down.

Because he never knew how Feng Buping did it until his death.

He had clearly received Feng Buping's strongest attack.

He was clearly about to kill his opponent.

But why...