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

A few days later.

Late at night.

Qinyun Cottage.

The lights were on, and the beauty was half asleep.

Yue Buqun looked at this extremely exciting scene, and his heart was surging.

He was not a gentleman.

Being invited here by a beautiful woman in the night, he naturally had expectations in his heart.

"Is it beautiful?"

Bai Feifei suddenly appeared behind.

She didn't shy away and just hugged Yue Buqun's arm, sinking it deeply into it.

Then she pulled Yue Buqun to the inner hall of Qinyun Cottage.

The furnishings inside were simple.

But the simplicity was filled with a strong smell of books.

There were no luxurious objects.

There were no deliberate sculptures.

There were only books.

All kinds of books.

"Brother."

"You haven't answered yet."

Lin Shiyin opened her hazy eyes.

Seemed a little drunk.

The slender and white legs were exposed, not avoiding Yue Buqun at all.

"Beautiful!"

Yue Buqun answered firmly.

Because it was not his habit to lie with open eyes.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Lin Shiyin seemed to feel the strange eyes and was a little shy.

She waved her skirt gently.

Hidden the two snow-white slender legs.

"The brocade opens the barrier."

"Whatever happens, it's what happens."

Yue Buqun couldn't help but feel regretful.

Lin Shiyin's beautiful eyes lit up and asked, "What's next?"

Whether it was a couplet.

Or a poem.

She felt that it was a perfect match.

"No more."

"It's okay to get drunk."

Yue Buqun waved his hand and sat down.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

It was not any of the ones he was familiar with.

It had a faint floral scent.

It was very clear.

It was also a little mellow.

It was similar to the more special fruit wine in later generations.

"It's enough to hear these two sentences today."

Lin Shiyin sighed.

Bai Feifei hesitated to speak.

Because the wine glass Yue Buqun used was Lin Shiyin's.

But she was also a little confused about her current state.

She was too lazy to care so much.

"What's so happy about?"

It was also strange for Yue Buqun to receive a signal in the middle of the night.

There is a unique signal between the three of them.

But it was basically during the day before.

Even at night, it was basically at the beginning of the night.

There has never been an invitation so late.

"The Li Garden where she lived for more than ten years was renamed [Xingyun Manor]."

"The man who was loyal to her until death now married a famous courtesan, and it is said that the two are pregnant now."

Bai Feifei pointed at Lin Shiyin.

Her eyes were full ofPity.

Over the years, Li Garden was taken care of by her.

Not to say it was thriving.

At least it was in good order.

Strictly speaking, that was her hometown.

It was a pity that her hometown was now occupied by someone else.

It became someone else's sweet home.

"This is a bit..."

Yue Buqun didn't know how to express it.

After all, this was a happy event for him, but it was a great irony for Li Xunhuan and Lin Shiyin.

After all, Li Xunhuan had only entrusted Li Garden and people to Long Xiaoyun, not a gift without a bottom line.

At the same time.

Yue Buqun thought Long Xiaoyun was amazing.

He was so thick-skinned.

He managed the house so thoroughly.

Of course.

He also felt that Lin Shiyin was a bit pitiful.

So.

He offered a glass of wine.

The result...

Lin Shiyin snatched the glass before Yue Buqun drank it.

Drank it all in one gulp.

No solution.

Yue Buqun was helpless.

But the considerate Bai Feifei handed the glass she had just drunk to Yue Buqun.

Lin Shiyin replied: "Next time I will prepare a few more glasses."

"No problem."

Yue Buqun did not reject this ambiguity.

"In fact, Long Xiaoyun is just trivial."

"It's mainly because her mind has been infected by the sword."

Bai Feifei sighed.

"Hmm?"

Yue Buqun became alert.

This matter can be big or small.

It cannot be neglected.

He took Lin Shiyin's white little hand almost without thinking and took her pulse.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just that there is stagnation in the heart meridian."

"It's nothing serious."

Yue Buqun asked: "Haven't you been practicing Qingfeng Sword recently? Why are you back to your old ways?"

"It's you?"

Bai Feifei glanced at Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun was even more confused.

As a result, Lin Shiyin took out a draft from her arms.

She didn't say anything.

Instead, she gave it back to Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun was a little embarrassed.

Because there was a poem from later generations that Yue Buqun "copied" above:

The breeze is sad in autumn.

The autumn wind is cold on the winding path, and I drink wine on the balcony.

I don’t know the music of the zither, I only feel the sorrow of this life.

I didn’t write this poem to prevent forgetting, nor did I write it to show off.

It’s just that he was inspired by the artistic conception of a certain move in the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles, so he wrote a special annotation.

This poem.

It’s very appropriate for the current situation.

It’s a sharp criticism of Lin Shiyin.

No wonder Lin Shiyin drinks.

No wonder her emotions are so gloomy today.

“My fault.”

Yue Buqun was ashamed, evenHe hurriedly passed over a stream of the purest innate purple cloud true qi.

Lin Shiyin's breath immediately improved a lot. (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Her face gradually became rosy.

"Is this the innate true qi?"

"It's amazing."

Lin Shiyin felt an indescribable comfort in her body.

It felt like her whole body and mind were washed, and the freshness came from the inside out. []

Bai Feifei said meaningfully: "If you need it, you can enjoy this feeling every day."

Lin Shiyin paused.

She instinctively thought it was a hint.

But thinking carefully, Bai Feifei was not such a vulgar person.

"Fei Fei's vitality was greatly damaged before."

"Every day, I rely on his innate purple cloud true qi to keep alive."

Bai Feifei was very smart and quickly explained.

"So that's how it is."

Lin Shiyin suddenly realized.

But she thought that there was something belonging to Yue Buqun in her body.

That felt a bit strange.

So she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"It's not a good idea for you to practice sword casually like this."

"Let me teach you the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles in the future."

Yue Buqun then made an excuse that everyone could accept.

He is the core founder of the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles.

Theoretically, the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles is perfect at the sixth level.

But his Qingfeng Thirteen Styles is replaced by the Xuji Sword Intention of Xiyi Sword Technique, and then deduced.

So it doesn't seem very perfect.

However.

There is the high-level view of Yangwu Sword Technique and Xiyi Sword Technique.

In addition, the enlightenment of sword creation.

So when he practiced the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles, his proficiency increased very fast.

As long as it is hard work.

Every day, there are basically more than 100 proficiency points recorded.

With such a speed, even sword prodigies like Linghu Chong and Ah Fei are not as good as them.

"Yeah."

Lin Shiyin nodded slightly.

She was happy in her heart.

But she looked calm on the surface.

"Then..."

0Seeking flowers

Bai Feifei asked with a smile: "Let's play music?"

Yue Buqun asked: "It's so late, aren't you afraid of disturbing people's sleep?"

Bai Feifei immediately retorted: "Brother, do you not trust the formation we set up?"

Lin Shiyin asked: "Or do you think Shiyin is drunk?"

"Then..."

"Let me teach you a new song."

Yue Buqun settled for the next best thing.

He chose a piece of instrumental music that he liked very much in his previous life.

Known as one of the top ten healing music.

Even if the bamboo forest formation cannot completely confine the sound.

But I believe that the soothing effect of this music will definitely not disturb others.

Then...

When the music started.

Lin Shiyin was convinced physically and mentally.

Bai Feifei lookedThe look in his eyes at Yue Buqun was even more eye-catching.

In front of Yumen Pass.

The moonlight spread over the wasteland.

Jing Wuming pulled out the short sword on his abdomen and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He had no expression on his face. His heart was calm.

Even if the one kneeling in front of him was the famous Kunlun Sect Master Zhen Shanzi.

Even if there were nearly ten corpses of Kunlun Sect masters lying around.

Zhen Shanzi looked at the blood red that was expanding on his chest.

He knew that his life was coming to an end.

But he never expected it.

He avoided the first day of the month, but failed to avoid the fifteenth.

As long as he got out of the pass.

As long as he entered the territory of Kunlun Sect.

Even if the Rakshasa Demon Sect, which was in its heyday in the Western Regions, could not do anything to them.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world.

He eventually fell to his ambition and impulse.

"How did you know my whereabouts?"

Zhen Shanzi couldn't figure it out.

Many of his routes were improvisations.

Even his junior brothers and disciples didn't know his route.

But he was either surrounded by the Luosha Demon Sect or killed by the Money Gang.

Jing Wuming replied coldly: "Many people don't want you to return to Kunlun."

He admired this opponent very much.

Even though he was seriously injured.

He was able to almost kill himself in the dying counterattack.

If he was at his peak, he would probably be able to defeat him, but he couldn't kill him.

"Many people?"

Zhen Shanzi sneered: "The Luosha Demon Sect naturally doesn't want you, but I can't think of you Money Gang."

"More than that."

Jing Wuming shook his head.

Zhen Shanzi's face gradually turned pale.

I don't know if it was because he thought of something more terrible or because of excessive blood loss.

"There are people in Kunlun who don't want you to go back."

Jing Wuming still said the most fatal question.

"Hahaha..."

Zhen Shanzi laughed.

Knowing this secret before his death made him feel relieved, but it also made him more painful.

Because the second person who could know the whereabouts of the team was either his junior brother who had shared hardships with him for more than 30 years, or his disciple who he had carefully cultivated and treated as his own child.

Which one was enough to remove the last support in his heart.

"I wouldn't have asked if I had known."

Zhen Shanzi felt miserable.

He slowly lowered his head.

"Goodbye."

Jing Wuming put away his sword.

Turned and left.

Because Zhen Shanzi was not only exhausted.

He also lost the last bit of willpower.

He didn't know why Shangguan Jinhong wanted to kill Zhenshanzi.

But since he could remember, he had been living around Shangguan Jinhong.

There was no so-called self.

Just like Shangguan Jinhong's shadow.

So he didn't ask.

There was no need to ask.

ZhenshanziThere was no movement.

Not even a breath.

Just kneeling quietly.

Bathed in the moonlight, becoming the Western Region was a turning point in the Central Plains martial arts. .