Chapter 14: On the Altar

"Sooner or later, those who stand on the altar and worship the world will face the challenge of the people under the altar, and there is no eternal king or immortal emperor in this world." As Yue Buqun came to the Siguo Cliff, Jun Xiaoran didn't go through much obstruction to see Feng Qingyang, in front of Feng Qingyang, Yue Buqun and Ling Hu Chong, Jun Xiaoran said with a smile.

The provocative language in this sentence needs no further clarification.

Sitting in front of the Siguo Cliff Cave, Feng Qingyang was wrapped in a light gray linen robe, revealing a super-earthly atmosphere, and there was no change in his expression at all because of Jun Xiaoran's suspected disrespectful remarks, those eyes as deep as the sea stared at Jun Xiaoran, and slowly said: "You came here today to challenge me? ”

Jun Xiaoran smiled and nodded: "Twenty years ago, the predecessors were disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect, and entered the world with the supreme mastery of the sword and the nine swords, swept the heroes of the world above the Taihang, and achieved immortal fame. ”

Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged on the huge rock, twisted his white beard, smiled, glanced at Jun Xiaoran and said, "You have inquired very clearly about my deeds, it is really rare!" Twenty years later, it is not easy for someone in the rivers and lakes to remember the name of my Feng Qingyang. ”

"Time flies, the rivers and lakes are like water, and the years pass! However, some people have some things, but their brilliance can't be covered up by time, the predecessors are like this, the same era as the predecessors twenty years ago, Xiao Li Feidao Li Xun ~ Huan is the same, and the same is true of Dugu seeking defeat thirty years ago! Jun Xiaoran retracted the smile on his face, and said solemnly, adding silently in his heart: They will all be my Jun Xiaoran's candidates for war.

"It doesn't matter if the people in the rivers and lakes remember my Feng Qingyang name, as long as the rivers and lakes remember my Feng Qingyang sword, it is enough!" Feng Qingyang stared deeply at Jun Xiaoran. Although a pair of eyes are still deep, but there is less of that otherworldly temperament and more of a worldly sharpness, after a pause, Feng Qingyang said softly: "I watched the duel between you and Songyangzi nine months ago, and your comprehension of the way of the sword is indeed extraordinary, even the old man has to admire." So anyway, since you're here. Then I should give you a chance to defeat me, hehe, as you said to pull me down from the altar. ”

Without too many words, Jun Xiaoran arched his hand and said, "Thank you, I don't know what other requests my predecessors have?" Jun Xiaoran is willing to agree. ”

"Our Huashan faction is famous for its swords, but twenty years ago, the sword qi of the Huashan faction was separated, which led to the collapse of the glorious Huashan faction in the past. It's a rarity. Among the ninth-generation disciples of the Huashan faction, the only one I can look at is Ling Hu Chong. ”

"Therefore, Senior Feng wants me to fight with Linghu Chong?"

"Not bad."

"If I lose, does that mean I won't be qualified to challenge my seniors?"

Feng Qingyang said: "If even the disciples of the Huashan Sect who I only instructed three or two moves, then I naturally won't let you deal with yourself again."

Jun Xiaoran clapped his hands and said: "Yes, if even a single Linghu Chong can't win, how can he face the first person in the Huashan faction kendo?" Jun Xiaoran turned his gaze, looked at Ling Hu Chong and said with a smile: "Originally, I thought that it would take at least some time to board, but I didn't want the duel between you and me to be so fast?" ”

A hint of apology flashed in Ling Hu Chong's eyes, and he held his sword and said in a deep voice: "Jun Gongzi, please advise!" ”

"This place is Huashan. Then I will use Huashan swordsmanship to understand the tricks of Linghu Shaoxia! Immediately, Jun Xiaoran and Ling Hu Chong made a sword ceremony.

Then he drew his sword. Unsheathed!

"Boundless Falling Wood!"

With a clear roar, there were waves all around, and a bleak wind suddenly appeared under the warm sun, and the wind swept up all over the sky, and the sword intent seemed to be looming under the bleak autumn wind.

Seeing this scene, Yue Buqun couldn't help but glance at Feng Qingyang. Today's Huashan, if no one can compare with Feng Qingyang in terms of kendo cultivation, not to mention that Feng Qingyang, who was already forty years old twenty years ago, comprehended the sword intent contained in Huashan's basic swordsmanship, and then became famous and famous in the rivers and lakes with Taihang, so no one is qualified to evaluate Jun Xiaoran's move boundless falling wood.

"Not bad!" The wind is clear and cherishes words like gold. It seems to be saying to Jun Xiaoran, and it seems to be expressing his opinion to Yue Buqun on the side.

Suddenly, the raging wind suddenly quieted down, and a sword cut off Xiao Se's fierce wind and slashed towards Ling Hu Chong's left shoulder, and the blood soared! Although Ling Hu Chong retreated and dodged in a very timely manner, he still couldn't dodge Jun Xiaoran's sword, although the sword did not cut off Ling Hu Chong's left arm as he wished, but it also cut into his left arm two or three inches.

Jun Xiaoran's sword was an ordinary iron sword, but it had cut off a piece of flesh and blood.

Without a pause, Huashan's basic moves rose again - Baiyun came out.

As soon as this move came out, sitting on the rock, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but stand up, and for the first time, he looked at Yue Buqun on his side and said: "The flowing water is not intentional, and the white clouds are unintentional." The essence of Huashan's swordsmanship, Jun Xiaoran, has indeed been fully comprehended. ”

White clouds out of Xiu! This move is simple, a very bland sword, and it directly swept Ling Hu Chong's head. However, when Ling Hu Chong took off into the air and retreated to dodge, Jun Xiaoran's sword was unexpected, but it seemed that it should have fallen so rapidly, and it quickly slashed a sword on Ling Hu Chong's chest.

Baiyun is out of Xiu, a very simple move, but the artistic conception in the sword is extraordinary, all in the word nature. Therefore, when Linghu Chong retreated, Jun Xiaoran naturally attacked in another direction.

After two moves, Ling Hu Chong had already seen two bright red spots on his body.

Yue Buqun couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, no matter how much Ling Hu Chong made him angry, but after all, Ling Hu Chong was his disciple and his favorite disciple, he didn't want something to happen to his disciple. However, his thoughts had already been seen through by Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang had no intention of stopping it, and looked at Yue Buqun and said: "It is indeed very suitable for you to be the head of the Huashan faction, but if you want to glorify the lintel of Huashan, in addition to you, there is also a lack of a talented disciple of the Huashan faction, so Hu Chong has potential, but now his can't bear this burden." ”

Yue Buqun was shocked, wasn't this saying equivalent to talking to him in his heart? Yue Buqun took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down quickly, and cautiously asked the first person of the Huashan Sect Kendo, "Uncle Shi, do you mean that Chong'er has a chance to become the person of the vast Huashan lintel?" ”

Feng Qingyang nodded affirmatively and said: "The reason why Huashan can be famous is not only because of its long history, but also because of its many celebrities!" Today's Huashan faction is thriving under your rule, but it has not been able to recover the prosperity of twenty years ago, why? Isn't it just that there is a lack of a peerless master who is in charge of Huashan on the rivers and lakes? ”

"No, there are no more than 100 years old, so you should understand that what the Huashan Sword Sect needs is not for me to come forward to reorganize and the glory of the vast Huashan faction, but to need a young master who can take charge of the Huashan faction within the Huashan faction, and only in this way can we ensure that the glory is not instantaneous."

Yue Buqun's expression was moved, and suddenly he seemed to understand why Uncle Shi had been unwilling to agree to reorganize the Huashan faction. If the Huashan faction had Feng Qingyang, who had no one to compete with twenty years ago, it would naturally continue to be brilliant. But what if the wind clears the air and dies? Wouldn't the Huashan faction, which was not strong enough in itself, become the target of attack among many Jianghu sects? A moment of glory may be exchanged for the tragedy of the extinction of the sect.

Nowadays, although Feng Qingyang does not manage the affairs of the Huashan faction, everyone in the rivers and lakes says that Feng Qingyang is in the Huashan faction, so naturally many admiring disciples can come to worship the Huashan faction.

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun looked at Feng Qingyang, who had ignored Huashan's affairs for many years, with both shame and respect, and said, "Uncle Shi, you are really well-intentioned, and you are not educated." ”

"Do you know that although I have instructed Linghu Chong in swordsmanship in the past few years, why haven't I taught him swordsmanship?" Feng Qingyang looked at Ling Hu Chong, who was already scarred on his body, indifferent, and said.

Yue Buqun couldn't bear to look at his disciple, shook his head and said, "The disciple's kendo qualifications are mediocre, and he can't pay attention to his uncle's intentions. ”

"Your kendo qualifications are not weak, but in fact, they are not much different from Linghu Chong! But your kendo, like your actions, is too much to follow the rules of the world, so it is difficult to move forward on the path of kendo. In the past few years, the reason why I have instructed Ling Hu Chong in swordsmanship is to change his habit of following the rules too much like you, and only by breaking the habit can he have a chance to take another step towards the peak of swordsmanship. ”

Yue Buqun lowered his head with some embarrassment.

Feng Qingyang looked coldly at Ling Hu Chong, who was scarred in the battle with Jun Xiaoran, and could barely use any of the complete moves, and said: "After several years of guidance, Ling Hu Chong's kendo talent can be regarded as truly exerted, but there is still one thing missing from him, which is why I have not taught him swordsmanship?" ”

"Uncle Shi, what is it?"

"His Kenshin!" Feng Qingyang's voice suddenly became a lot colder: "All this time, he didn't know why he learned the sword, why he came out of the sword, and what was the purpose of learning the sword?" Therefore, he is willing to call a sinner like Tian Boguang a brother and sister, if the swordsmanship of our Huashan faction is learned by such a person who acts arbitrarily and does not distinguish between black and white, what kind of Huashan faction is the Huashan faction? This sentence was said coldly and murderously.

Yue Buqun thought so, and said: "Yes, our Huashan Sect can be exterminated, but we must not be in the same stream as the evil sect and crooked path, and my Huashan Sect disciples can die, but we must not be in the company of people from the side sect and left path." ”

"This is exactly what I want, and this is also the reason why I want Jun Xiaoran to duel with Ling Hu Chong, although his swordsmanship is not Jun Xiaoran's opponent at all." (To be continued......)