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

Lengxiang Cottage.

Lin Xianer was picking tea leaves slowly.

She was very particular about her life.

Even if it was top-grade tea leaves, she would pick the finest and tenderest ones by hand.

The tea brewed in this way would be fascinating.

But the person in front of her didn't care at all.

He just stared at the pair of slender hands that were like peeled onions.

Although Lin Xianer was wearing a mask.

Although Lin Xianer never looked at him straight in the eyes from beginning to end.

But his eyes and breath were focused on Lin Xianer.

He enjoyed this time alone.

He greedily breathed in the faint body fragrance emitted by Lin Xianer.

Even if Lin Xianer gave him rotten water.

He would be happy with it.

"That is to say..."

After Lin Xian'er finished her selection, she finally spoke: "Guo Songyang lost? And he lost without any temper?"

While speaking, she put the selected tea leaves in the rinsed tea set.

The water beside happened to boil.

She brewed it herself.

"Yes."

"It is said that the whole process is very fast, but I don't know how fast it is."

Qiu Du answered quickly.

Afraid that Lin Xian'er would think that he was neglecting her.

"Is Guo Songyang injured?"

Lin Xian'er showed concern.

Qiu Du frowned, but still answered: "It's just a minor internal injury, but I think his sword injury is more serious."

Any man.

No one wants to see the woman he likes care about other men.

Even if the man is very strong and has a very good image.

"I don't understand the martial arts you pursue, nor do I want to understand it."

"I only care about your safety."

Lin Xian'er elegantly brewed the tea for Qiu Du.

Then she handed it over.

She even personally brought it to Qiu Du's mouth and asked, "Are you angry?"

"No."

Qiu Du lied with his eyes open.

But he was still seduced by the aroma so close.

"I was thinking..."

"Feng Buping is only the third person in Huashan, but even a strong man like Guo Songyang can't do anything about it."

Lin Xian'er asked, "What kind of power in the world would be able to suppress Huashan."

Qiu Du paused.

He had a blood feud with Huashan.

But he didn't dare to have the idea of ​​revenge.

Because Huashan was too strong.

Unbelievably strong.

"Maybe..."

"Shaolin and Wudang combined are barely enough."

Qiu Du began to make irresponsible guesses.

"Not enough."

"Without an equal Grandmaster, everything is a joke."

Lin Xian'er's tone suddenly became serious.

But she quickly restrained herself.

Took a sip.

That elegant movement.

That touching lips.

Qiu Du couldn't help wanting to hug her and suck her happily.

"Ah..."

"It's really inconvenient to wear this."

For some reason, Lin Xian'er suddenly took off her mask.

She revealed her beautiful face that could make fishes sink to the bottom of water and geese fall to the ground, and moons hide in shame.

Qiu Du's breathing stagnated.

He had seen Lin Xian'er once before, and he was captured by her from then on.

Since then, he was willing to be Lin Xian'er's dog.

Be her eyes and ears in the world.

"Qiu Du."

"If you practice your father's martial arts..."

Lin Xian'er picked up a piece of tea and took a bite.

Qiu Du's face turned cold.

Qiu Du.

On the surface, he was the apprentice of Green Demon Hand Yi Ku.

But in fact, he was Yi Ku's illegitimate son.

Yi Ku died.

He didn't dare to take revenge.

Because he didn't have the Green Demon Hand.

Moreover, because his martial arts were far inferior to Yi Ku.

"I can't do it."

"Don't say I don't have the Green Demon Hand. Even if I did, even if I mastered my master's martial arts."

Qiu Du shook his head and said, "I'm just following in my master's footsteps when I go to Huashan. I will definitely die."

He didn't want to admit that Yi Ku was his father.

From beginning to end.

He just regarded Yi Ku as his master.

"Don't be angry."

Lin Xian'er handed Qiu Du a bite of tea.

Then she comforted him softly, "Although I don't know why you are so repulsive to Yi Ku, that's the past. What you need to do now is to inherit everything Yi Ku has and then surpass Yi Ku."

Qiu Du didn't answer.

He bit Lin Xian'er's snack.

He licked the gap where Lin Xian'er had bitten.

"You..."

Lin Xian'er laughed dumbly.

No disdain.

Not even rejection.

She picked up the teacup with her slender hands and personally brought it to Qiu Du's mouth.

Extreme tenderness.

Continuous encouragement and care.

This is Lin Xian'er's thousand faces.

Perfect control.

Qinyun Xiaozhu.

Yue Buqun played the bamboo flute.

Bai Feifei played the piano, Lin Shiyin played the flute,

Yu Hongyan and Sun Xiaohong danced together.

Ning Zhongze hugged Yue Nishang and Yue Lingshan, quietly appreciating the beauty in front of him.

So this is what Yue Buqun and his friends pursue in the way of music.

This is their stage.

It is also their enjoyment.

Ethereal music.

Elegant dance.

Showcasing the beauty that does not belong to the world.

Yue Nishang watched with great concentration.

Even Yue Lingshan, who is usually quite noisy, was quiet enough.

The song ended.

People laughed.

Yue Buqun praised: "Little beauty, your dance is getting more and more perfect. It is definitely the best in the world."

"Exciting, ethereal, elegant..."

"You can control them all perfectly now."

Bai Feifei also praised: "If you can condense your own aura, I'm afraid you can be regarded as the reincarnation of Gongsun Da Niang."

Swords have sword aura.

Books have literary aura.

Dance naturally has its own aura.

But this aura is like singing and music, invisible and infectious. (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The audience can't see it, but they can feel it personally.

"Little Hongyan will also reach the age of jade."

"When jade is broken, they will be infatuated with each other."

Lin Shiyin looked at Yu Hongyan.

In her eyes were her young self.

"Just Hongyan's looks."

Bai Feifei smiled and said, "When you travel around the world in the future, you must hire a large group of guards?"

"You don't need many guards."

"Having Ah Fei alone is enough."

Lin Shiyin hinted at something.

Bai Feifei was speechless.

Yu Hongyan, with a slightly red face, said proudly, "Hongyan's Hunyuan Gong is about to break through to the fourth level, and she has enough self-protection ability."

She is the new generation of the eldest sister of Huashan.

She started practicing Hunyuan Gong as soon as she entered the sect.

Today, it has been nearly five years.

"That's right."

"In the past, the Hunyuan Gong at the great success level was already the best in the world."

Ning Zhongze sighed and said, "Back then, let alone the minor success of Hunyuan Gong, even the minor success of Huashan Heart Method was allowed to go down the mountain for training."

Things are different now.

There are few people in Huashan. []

Each of them is an elite.

Any loss will be extremely painful.

"Ah."

Without music and dance, Yue Lingshan became active again.

Bai Feifei didn't think much and reached out to hold Yue Lingshan.

"Giggle..."

After a few times, Yue Lingshan became happy.

The baby's hearty laughter.

Gradually became the next theme.

Ning Zhongze also gradually integrated into it.

There is no barrier.

Everything is so natural.

Her gratitude to Bai Feifei is sincere and heartfelt.

Because Bai Feifei made her pregnant with Yue Nishang and Yue Lingshan.

She was also busy with the delivery and saved herself from life and death.

And then she taught Qu Feiyan on her behalf.

Now he treats Yue Nishang and Yue Lingshan as his own children.

People are not plants and trees, who can be heartless?

Yue Buqun looked at this peaceful family scene.

He was full of emotion.

More than that, he felt satisfied.

At this time.

Three women are a drama.

Not to mention that there are seven women on the scene.

Even if two of them are babies and can't speak yet.

But they can still make a lot of noise.

However, the topic started because of the beauty.

It was natural to enter the field of appearance that women were most concerned about.

"What kind of fairy is this Lin Xian'er?"

"She was able to occupy the title of [The Most Beautiful Woman in the Jianghu] right after her debut."

Bai Feifei looked at Lin Shiyin.

Her eyes were full of questions.

The reason why she asked Lin Shiyin was because Lin Xian'er's Lengxiang Xiaozhu was the property of the Li family.

"The Most Beautiful Woman in the Jianghu."

"This title has not appeared for hundreds of years, but it is rarer than the Grand Master."

Ning Zhongze said happily.

Now she has no pursuit of anything.

She feels that her life is already perfect.

She dare not desire more.

So even if Lin Xian'er is a fairy from heaven, she can only exclaim a few times at most.

"How beautiful must Lin Xian'er be to win such a title."

"After all, even Auntie Lin doesn't have one."

Sun Xiaohong was also curious.

"I don't know either."

"This Lin Xian'er is really unheard of."

Lin Shiyin turned around and said, "She is probably not Long Xiaoyun's woman, otherwise, with Long Xiaoyun's character, he would never let Lin Xian'er show up in public."

"That makes sense."

"I wouldn't want to let her."

The women agreed.

In the end, they all focused on the only man at the scene.

Everyone wanted to hear Yue Buqun's opinion.

Yue Buqun actually asked back, "Don't you think this woman is amazing?"

"What do you mean?"

Now the women were even more curious.

"The Plum Blossom Bandit has returned to the martial arts world, just when she is famous for her beauty."

"The Plum Blossom Bandit is rampant, and she stands up without hesitation, and even makes an amazing promise to marry whoever catches the Plum Blossom Bandit."

Yue Buqun asked: "Do you think this is a coincidence?"

These two heart-piercing questions made the whole audience fall into silence.

Even the two children were infected by the atmosphere and took the initiative to quiet down.

"Absolute appearance."

"Unparalleled timing."

Bai Feifei exclaimed: "If I had half of her wisdom back then, I wouldn't have to..."

She didn't say anything else.

But everyone understands.

Beauty.

Wisdom.

Great spirit of sacrifice.

A woman who is too perfect is imperfect.

There must be a dark side behind her that the martial arts world cannot see. .