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

Guo Songyang lost.

He lost miserably.

Even his sword heart was broken.

Everyone knew that he had returned to the Guo family in Songyang.

But since then, Guo Songyang has almost disappeared from the martial arts world.

And Feng Qingyang, the instigator of everything, didn't care at all and was still warmly greeting guests.

In the past sixty years, he had seen so many sword geniuses.

Guo Songyang was only a second-tier genius.

In terms of talent and talent, he was at the level of Feng Buping.

The problem is that Guo Songyang not only did not have the favorable sword environment of Feng Buping, but also went astray.

Will he not be eliminated?

Who should be eliminated?

"This is Youyoubuweixuan?"

"You are so bold."

Mr. Wuhen looked at Youyoubuweixuan, who had almost no defense.

My heart was in turmoil.

There are things that are not good.

The Sutra Pavilion of the first sect in the Jianghu.

It is said that there are martial arts classics that countless people in the Jianghu dream of collecting here.

It is said that Feng Buping's swift sword that dominated the Jianghu, the finger-snapping magic that has been famous in the Jianghu for hundreds of years, etc., are all collected here.

As one of the three great wonders in the world.

As a peerless master of hidden weapons.

Mr. Wuhen instinctively wanted to peek at the finger-snapping magic.

"This is not a big heart."

"It's confidence."

Feng Qingyang replied happily: "Who in the Jianghu today can successfully steal the martial arts secrets from the sect where two great masters are in charge?"

This is absolute confidence.

It is also a grasp of the inheritance of Huashan.

"That's true."

Mr. Wuhen nodded.

Perhaps Feng Qingyang has aged.

But what about Yue Buqun?

As long as nothing unexpected happens, Yue Buqun can at least suppress the martial arts world for another sixty years.

"A peerless thief?"

"Maybe he existed in the past and will exist in the future, but definitely not now. 387"

Yue Buqun, who was writing, raised his head slightly.

He did not stop writing.

The strokes were like a swimming dragon.

Out of the abyss.

Raising waves.

Creating creation.

However, he only wrote one word.

Just two words, but they have already shown the mystery of calligraphy.

But Yue Buqun was not satisfied at all, and he actually put this masterpiece aside.

"Is Master Yue always like this when he creates?"

Mr. Wuhen is also a master of calligraphy.

But seeing Yue Buqun "ruining" his masterpiece like this, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Don't feel bad."

"You'll understand after you look at this."

Feng Qingyang brought Yue Buqun's sword intention note.

Mr. Wuhen was fascinated at the first sight.

No.

It should be said that he was shocked.

For a while.

Mr. Wuhen only had the sword in his mind.

And the sword intent that went back and forth.

"The old man said that the calligraphy you have there doesn't feel good, but that's not just nonsense."

Feng Qingyang pointed at the sword intent post and said, "This post is so brilliant that even an old man like me who doesn't know how to appreciate it is amazed. Not to mention those who have a high understanding of swordsmanship, they can even comprehend swordsmanship from it."

"I admire you."

Mr. Wuhen used great perseverance to break away from the sea of ​​sword intent in the sword intent post.

He clasped his fists to Yue Buqun.

His eyes changed.

Grandmaster.

Yue Buqun is definitely a master of calligraphy.

Even a great master.

Such a realm is beyond his reach.

At this time.

Yue Buqun actually tore up (cjfe) another piece of calligraphy that was handed down from generation to generation.

Unable to hold back, Master Wuhen could not help but remind him: "May I ask Master Yue, are you going to rewrite the Sword Intention Post?"

How smart he is.

He has roughly grasped Yue Buqun's intention.

"Yes."

Yue Buqun did not deny it.

He suppressed his irritability and said: "Inspiration is really wonderful. Deliberate pursuit will only make you further and further away from that realm."

"Wuhen likes to boil a pot of hot tea or warm a pot of fine wine when it snows."

"Just appreciate the cold plums and dead pines."

"Sit for half a day."

Master Wuhen shared his lifestyle.

"Because in this state."

"Wuhen's heart is the quietest."

These are superficially talking about himself.

Actually, he is reminding Yue Buqun.

"Thank you for your advice, Master Wuhen."

"Buqun already knows how to deal with it."

Yue Buqun put down the pen in his hand and began to replay in his mind.

When was his heart calmest?

When the Purple Cloud Divine Art was cultivated to the most profound level.

After having fun with Bai Feifei, Blue Scorpion and others.

But when he was cultivating his inner strength and comprehending the world, could he create calligraphy?

After the joy, he didn't even want to move his fingers, let alone write.

So...

He could only refer to Master Wuhen's model.

However, Huashan is vast and rich in resources.

Not only can you enjoy the snow, plum blossoms, and pine trees.

There are also sea of ​​clouds, colorful clouds, bright moon, Zhou Tianxing, etc.

There is always one that suits him.

"Don't talk about things I don't understand."

Feng Qingyang asked: "By the way, will Li Xunhuan participate in the Forbidden City Final Battle?"

It's obvious.

Feng Qingyang has already regarded Li Xunhuan as an opponent of the same level.

"Hmm?"

Mr. Wuhen paused.

Yue Buqun also became curious.

"Why do you ask this?"

"Although Li Xunhuan's flying knife is magical, it can't threaten Master Yue."

Mr. Wuhen was a little puzzled. (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

After a night of drinking, Master Wuhen didn't see any signs of Li Xunhuan's breakthrough.

I really don't know why Feng Qingyang thinks so highly of Li Xunhuan.

"It can't threaten Yue."

"But maybe it can kill me."

Feng Qingyang didn't care about his face.

Just said it out loud.

So straightforward.

On the contrary, Master Wuhen didn't know how to respond.

But he recalled the scene of that night, so he said: "Li Xunhuan now has no time for disputes in the martial arts world, he just wants to protect the good life he has now."

Li Xunhuan's life now has a woman, a son, and a close friend.

This is the embodiment of happiness.

It is the beauty that countless people envy.

He doesn't want to change at all.

"What a pity."

Feng Qingyang said with regret: "I still want to see if my Dugu Nine Swords can break his flying knife."[]

Mr. Wuhen nodded.

This intention is easy to guess.

As for Li Xunhuan, he is at the foot of the mountain. If he wants to challenge him, he can do so at any time.

But Feng Qingyang did not choose such a challenge.

It is probably to maintain the mysterious tacit understanding between Huashan and Li Xunhuan.

What they did not expect was...

Lin Shiyin had already gone down the mountain.

This time she was going to find Li Xunhuan.

To completely end the cause and effect.

But Li Xunhuan was not there.

"Auntie."

A chubby and cute boy looked at Lin Shiyin suspiciously.

Although this was their first meeting.

But the boy always felt that Lin Shiyin was very familiar.

But I just couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Auntie is going to find Li Xunhuan."

After Lin Shiyin became pregnant, everything seemed to be clear.

She no longer resented Li Xunhuan.

Instead, she was grateful to him.

If it weren't for the stimulation of Li Xunhuan, how could she find herself, and how could she live a life with music, best friends, children, and freedom like the breeze.

So she came here this time to say goodbye to the past.

"Looking for daddy."

The boy suddenly realized.

He quickly pointed to the room and said, "Daddy went to find carving materials, but mom is in the yard."

"Then..."

Lin Shiyin was a little resistant.

Wanted to leave.

But seeing the boy's innocent eyes, she squatted down and asked, "Are you Li Manqing?"

"Huh?"

"How did you know?"

Li Manqing looked at Lin Shiyin suspiciously.

"Because she is your cousin."

The voice of Jade Fox came.

Although she was wearing coarse linen clothes.

Although her hands were covered with fishy smell.

But it did not hinder her fox charm from her bones.

"Cousin?"

"Hurray, I have a cousin."

Li Manqing was stunned for a moment and then he was overjoyed.

At this moment, he also remembered why he felt familiar with Lin Shiyin:

Several beautiful wood carvings hidden by Li Xunhuan.

The carvings were of Lin Shiyin.

"Cousin, cousin."

"Where do you live? Why don't you ever come to see Manqing?"

Li Manqing excitedly took Lin Shiyin's hand.

Children's emotions are sincere.

Lin Shiyin couldn't resist it.

"I'm really sorry."

"Manqing has too few friends here, so she is particularly concerned about new friends."

The jade fox cleaned and invited Lin Shiyin in.

The courtyard is not big.

But it is very neat and clean.

There are even some finely trimmed tea trees planted for decoration.

Lin Shiyin knew that Li Xunhuan would never do these things.

It seems so.

Yuhu really cared about this family.

As for Li Manqing's lack of companions.

Lin Shiyin knew a little bit about it.

Hu Bugui's son was a sword fanatic.

He practiced sword all day long.

Where would he have time to play with Li Manqing.

And the women nearby were very afraid of Ziyue and Yuhu's charm and would not let their families play with their two families.

Invisible isolation was formed in this way.

No wonder Li Manqing felt lonely.

"Actually, you can also go up the mountain."

This is a suggestion.

It is also an invitation. .