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

"Hei Baizi's hunting target."

"Not only the Five Mountains Sword Sect, but also Wudang Sect Master Chongxu, Beggar Gang Leader Jie Feng, and so on."

"It is said that the person who leaked Chongxu's whereabouts is inside Wudang."

...

Qu Yang left.

But his last words still echoed in Yue Buqun's mind.

He didn't think about whether this matter could be completed first.

But he thought about the subsequent plot first.

"In the past, the Sun and Moon Demon Cult slaughtered the Central Plains, and even Wudang was conquered, and all the major sects suffered heavy casualties."

"Then the Happy King Chai Yuguan used the [Invincible Treasure Mirror] as bait to lure the masters of the major sects to Hengshan and captured them all in one fell swoop."

"Although the hero Shen Lang was born later and killed Chai Yuguan, the major sects had already been seriously injured and their glory was no longer there."

"Then the Demon Cult entered the Dongfang Bubai era, killing so many people that the Shenzhou martial arts world had to admit that he was [the best in the world]."

"Then the martial arts world entered the era of the Weapon List compiled by Bai Xiaosheng."

"Just in time, there were almost no major sects in the Weapon List era."

"Is this a coincidence?"

When Yue Buqun thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

If the major sects in Shenzhou were really killed to the point that they could not even enter the weapon list, then...

Even though Yue Buqun had cultivated to the state of being immune to cold and heat, he still felt a chill.

"My husband is worried?"

Ning Zhongze woke up.

Seeing Yue Buqun in a daze.

His eyes were clearly looking at Qu Feiyan.

But the feeling of being without brilliance, confused and empty, gave her a bad premonition.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Yue Buqun responded instinctively.

"Still sleeping?"

Ning Zhongze picked up Qu Feiyan, who was babbling, and said, "If we don't find her a wet nurse, she will be too hungry."

On the second day after Qu Feiyan went up the mountain.

Old Liang found a wet nurse with a healthy body and a clean family background.

"Have you forgotten that Xiaoyan doesn't like to cry?"

Ning Zhongze comforted Qu Feiyan.

He kept combing her chubby back.

"Uh."

Yue Buqun finally woke up.

Somehow, Qu Feiyan just doesn't like to cry.

She likes to use all kinds of strange baby talk and hand movements to express her needs.

She will only cry when she is really hungry or very uncomfortable.

Yue Buqun suspected that this was forced by the environment in which she was born and initially fed.

"I'll take her to find a wet nurse."

Ning Zhongze, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped and said, "Husband, if there is anything that cannot be solved, you can share it with everyone. Uncle Feng said that although we are few in Huashan, none of us are fools."

After speaking.

Ning Zhongze performed Qinggong and left quickly.

“Hehe…”

“That’s right,No one is a fool, why do I think so much? "

"And as long as I am strong enough, whether it is the Demon Cult, or the Qinglong Society, or the Money Gang, they will all bow their heads and obey me..."

Yue Buqun laughed at himself.

He was distracted for a moment.

He almost lost his rhythm.

"But we must be prepared for the Demon Cult's ambush."

Yue Buqun thought of Cheng Buyou who was often on the move.

And Cong Buqi who was in charge of intelligence work.

These two guys.

It is easy to become the prey of the Demon Cult.

"Husband."

The thought could not continue because Ning Zhongze came back.

Her arms were empty.

I am afraid that Qu Feiyan was handed over to the care of the nanny.

"So soon? "

Yue Buqun looked at Ning Zhongze suspiciously.

Since Qu Feiyan came, Ning Zhongze had less time to spend alone with himself.

Not to mention this deliberate crowding out.

Ning Zhongze did not answer.

She took the initiative to come behind Yue Buqun.

The slightly cold little hands pressed on Yue Buqun's temples.

And so she began to rub slowly.

This Down.

Yue Buqun was too lazy to ask.

Closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Huh...

The breeze blew past

Ning Zhongze's long black hair fluttered gently, partially scratching Yue Buqun's cheek.

Smelling the faint fragrance of Dharma.

Feeling Ning Zhongze's body temperature.

Yue Buqun's heart became more and more peaceful.

"My husband, are you worried about the Huashan Sword Contest?"

Ning Zhongze felt Yue Buqun's breathing.

Then he began to ask questions.

"No. ”

Yue Buqun responded softly.

He didn’t even want to continue this topic.

He just wanted to maintain the status quo.

“Then…”

Ning Zhongze realized something and took back his words.

She didn’t say anything, just quietly massaged Yue Buqun.

Practicing martial arts starts with practicing bone-setting.

And the bone-setting technique is a little more refined, and it is another skill.

Ning Zhongze’s skill is specially practiced for Yue Buqun.

It also incorporates her own understanding.

“Huh?”

Yue Buqun felt a delicate warmth.

This is Zixia’s true qi.

But it is this little bit of true qi that is used just right.

It makes Ning Zhongze’s craftsmanship more comfortable.

This is like massaging your feet while enjoying a hot spring.

“What do you think, my husband? ”

It was the first time that Ning Zhongze tried the technique combined with Zixia's true qi.

She couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Very good."

"It's really a unique skill."

Yue Buqun praised her generously.

"Hehe."

"I will try my best to relax my husband in the future."

Ning Zhongze hadA little proud.

But Yue Buqun, who was very perceptive, caught the error in his words: "There are many ways to relax."

"Hmm"

Ning Zhongze hadn't reacted yet.

Yue Buqun grabbed Ning Zhongze's hand and brought it to him to play with it carefully.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Zhongze thought he had done something wrong.

"Your hands are slender and smooth, as if they were carefully carved."

"Why didn't I notice it before?"

Yue Buqun admired the unique beauty in front of him.

Whether it was grasping.

Or stroking.

Yue Buqun felt that he liked it more and more.

"My husband is a little weird today."

Ning Zhongze blushed slightly.

She looked at Yue Buqun with a little evasiveness.

Pull.

Yue Buqun exerted a little force.

Pull Ning Zhongze into his arms. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Let her sit on his legs.

"Just now you served me."

"It's your turn to teach you."

Yue Buqun's ulterior motive is exposed.

"Husband, don't move."

"Don't..."

"It's daylight now."

Thinking Cliff.

Solo dance.

Yue Buqun's sword rises and falls with the wind.

Moves with the setting sun and shadows.

It seems that there is no more technique in this world that restricts him.

His sword seems to have surpassed the meaning of techniques.

One sword is out.

Awesome righteousness is born.

Two swords are out.

Xiyi Xuji appeared.

The third sword.

The world was shocked, and all things were dormant.

This was the sword intent of killing.

At this moment, Yue Buqun seemed to be the god of killing.

No.

Yue Buqun's eyes were clear.

His mind was also as ethereal as a clear mirror and still water.

It was just that the clear mirror reflected the despair of Fenglei Hall in the past, and the endless bloodshed of the sword blocking the demon at the Black Wood Cliff.

No one knew what was going on.

But Feng Qingyang came.

Feeling the strange sword intent, he gave up his practice at the first time and rushed to the Cliff of Repentance at the fastest speed.

"Yue boy?"

Feng Qingyang looked at Yue Buqun nervously...

Yue Buqun was the soul core of Huashan.

He was the master of Huashan's revival.

Nothing can happen.

"I'm fine."

Yue Buqun calmly put away his sword.

He felt that his swordsmanship had reached an incredible realm.

This realm is broad and inclusive.

It is also warm.

"How can it be fine?"

Feng Qingyang reminded: "The sword intent you just showed was clearly the sword intent of killing."

"That's right."

"Not only killing, but also death and destruction."

Yue Buqun did not hide his feelings.

Because he no longer needed to hide.

"No, no."

"You are not in a demonic state at all."

"But the sword intent just now reminded me of the Qi Sword Contest of the year."

Feng Qingyang had an indelible dark mark of the Qi Sword Contest in his mind.

The killing intent that filled the sky.

The extreme destruction and killing.

And the blood that could not be washed away for several months.

All of them were deeply imprinted in Feng Qingyang's mind.

When he came back at that time, he could not imagine that it was the Huashan Mountain he was familiar with.

"Uncle Master."

"What do you think [Yangwu] is?"

Yue Buqun suddenly asked.

"Nurture my noble spirit."

"Mencius said so."

Feng Qingyang answered without thinking.

That is the foundation of Yangwu swordsmanship.

It is also the ultimate secret of Yangwu swordsmanship.

"But..."

Yue Buqun asked seriously: "Can I only cultivate noble spirit? Can't I cultivate other things?"

This is questioning the classics.

Questioning the root.

According to reason, it is very rebellious.

But the problem is that Yue Buqun's words also make sense.

After all, Mencius is a saint, and it is not strange to cultivate noble spirit.

But what about ordinary people?

What about these warriors?

It is impossible for everyone to become saints, right?

"This..."

Feng Qingyang was stunned.

He began to doubt the sword-fighting concept he had built up over a period of sixty years.

But then he instinctively wanted to suppress this "evil" thought.

At this moment.

He was confused.

I don't know if Yue Buqun's idea is right or not.

"Even Uncle Master doesn't know the answer."

Yue Buqun sighed.

He was not disappointed. 5.1

It was even less likely to be a mockery.

He looked at his attributes:

[Yangwu Sword Technique (Level 7): 63/10000]

[Xiyi Sword Technique (Level 6): 2102/6000]

"Uncle Master."

"I seem to have figured it out just now."

Yue Buqun waved his sword to the sky.

The rushing sense of emptiness flashed away.

Even shorter than a meteor.

"Since Yangwu swordsmanship can cultivate the spirit of righteousness."

"Then it can also cultivate my sense of quietness and emptiness."

Yue Buqun did not sheath the sword.

Instead, he looked at the Longquan sword calmly and continued, "Then my swordsmanship spread again, and the killing intent suppressed in my heart was swung out."

"Yangwu killing intent."

"You..."

Feng Qingyang already knew how Yue Buqun did it.

But somehowHow to continue.

Because this question is beyond the scope.

He has practiced sword for so many years and watched the martial arts world for so many years.

It is the first time that he is so confused in the way of swordsmanship and knows nothing.

"But it doesn't matter."

"Whether it is the noble spirit or the killing sword intent."

"As long as Huashan can stand firm and I can defeat Dongfang Bubai three times, that's enough."

Yue Buqun didn't have the mind to think so much.

This breakthrough was a gift from heaven.

He can only follow his heart.

That's all. .