When the night wind came down the mountain with the wind clear, Yue Buqun was taking the Huashan disciples to practice the "Tiangang Beidou Array", as for Ling Hu Chong, he had already been instructed by the night wind to go to Ning Zhongze.

On the martial arts field

Yue Buqun slowly walked between the disciples, looking at a group of disciples who were advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, and said: "The Tiangang Beidou Array is based on the Beidou Heavenly Power, Yuheng is the main one, with a group of seven people, you can gather the strength of seven people like one person, unstoppable, and the seven people in the formation must be static brakes, the first and the last should be the tail, the tail should be the first, and the waist should be the first and the last, and the enemy should be trapped in the formation, but remember not to let the enemy seize the North Star position, otherwise the Beidou Array will be tied and will not be able to be used freely." ”

"Lu Jin, Zhang Qing, you two should not look left and right when walking, you must integrate your steps, otherwise it will give people an opportunity to take advantage of. Yue Buqun was talking, and he saw Ye Feng coming over with an old man.

Looking at the figure of the old man, Yue Buqun suddenly stopped, how could he not know the old man Yue Buqun? His eyes flashed with a complicated look, both hatred and gratitude, what he hated was Ning Qinglin's sword that was stabbed by Feng Qingyang, otherwise the master would not have died of serious injuries, and he was grateful that Feng Qingyang had silently guarded Huashan for more than 20 years, covering too many ups and downs for Huashan.

"Master!"

The night wind came to Yue Buqun and said respectfully.

Feng Qingyang looked at Yue Buqun in a daze, feeling the unfathomable aura on Yue Buqun's body, as if blending with the surrounding environment, invisibly exuding a strong momentum. At this time, he believed that Yue Buqun's strength was no longer below him, and even compared to Xuanqing, the first highest means in the heyday of Huashan, he said with a complicated look in his eyes: "I don't want your current strength to be no longer under the old man!"

Yue Buqun came back to his senses at this time, although he was still a little uncomfortable, but after all, he had already put down the battle of sword qi, and he no longer had the heart to win, and his face remained unchanged and said to Feng Qingyang: "Uncle Shi has praised him, the disciple is still a lot worse than Uncle Shi!"

Although Yue Buqun believes that with his current martial arts, he is not bad at the upper hand Qingyang, and he can even win in battle, because he has comprehended the artistic conception, and only those who have comprehended the artistic conception can understand the horror of the artistic conception, it can be said that a person with similar martial arts can increase his combat power by three times in an instant, this is still a preliminary comprehension, of course, he does not know that Feng Qingyang has also comprehended the artistic conception.

Seeing the embarrassment between the master and the uncle, Yefeng said to Yue Buqun: "Master! The disciple has persuaded the uncle of the master to come down the mountain to help me revive Huashan as soon as possible." “

For Yue Buqun's grievances with the breeze, the night wind has already known to Yue Buqun. He understood that although Yue Buqun hated Feng Qingyang's heavy hand back then, if he said hatred, it was not, after all, Yue Buqun also understood that the battle of Huashan's sword qi was not something that Feng Qingyang could control at all, but he hated his sword for Ning Qinglin, who had already been seriously injured, and caused the early death of his master.

What's more, for Yue Buqun, Feng Qingyang back then can also be regarded as his idol, although he is a Qi Sect.

"Uncle Feng, is that you?"

As soon as I finished talking to the master, I heard an excited voice.

Feng Qingyang's heart was suddenly shocked, his eyes were hazy, and his body was trembling slightly.

Looking around, I saw Ning Zhong running over with Yue Lingshan and Ling Hu Chong.

"Uncle Feng!" Seeing the clear wind, Ning Zhong couldn't help but step forward excitedly, hugged him and cried.

You must know that when she was in Huashan, Ning Zhong was closest to Feng Qingyang, it can be said that Ning Zhong grew up watching Feng Qingyang, although all kinds of accidents happened later, but for Ning Zhong, Feng Qingyang can already be regarded as her only relative in the world.

"Silly girl, what's there to cry about!"

Feng Qingyang stroked Ning Zhongze's head, and said with a slightly sour nose.

For Ning Zhong, he felt guilty, after all, if it wasn't for that sword, Ning Zhong would not have lost his father early, although in the end Ning Zhong woke him up from almost going mad, but after all, the mistakes he made had been committed, originally he thought that Ning Zhong would hate himself for the rest of his life, but he didn't want Ning Zhong to have no hatred for him at all, and he was still as dependent on him as before.

"It's all the mothers of the children! She still cries at every turn, and she is not afraid of children's jokes. ”

The wind Qingyang lifted Ning Zhongze up from his arms, and reached out to wipe his tears on Ning Zhongze's face.

"Uncle Shi, when you left, my father has always regretted it, saying that my Qi Sect is sorry for you, let's find you, but I don't want Uncle Shi to have no news all the time, if it weren't for Chong'er saying that you are here, I can't believe it. "Ningzhong is the road of rain with pear blossoms.

To tell the truth, Feng Qingyang stabbed Ning Qinglin with a sword at the beginning, if it is false to say that Ning Zhong does not hate, but after all, it was the Qi Sect that was wrong first, and it was also the father who calculated Feng Qingyang first, so that Feng Qingyang's master and brothers all died in that battle, although in the end Feng Qingyang was mad and killed the remaining masters of the Qi Sect, but Ning Qinglin did not resent Feng Qingyang, after all, the battle of sword qi was either you die or I died, until later, Ning Qinglin regretted crying from time to time in front of Ning Zhongze on the day of the limit, saying that he was sorry for Feng Qingyang, sorry for Huashan, and explained that Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun must find Feng Qingyang and let him return to Huashan。

And although Yue Buqun already knew where Feng Qingyang was, he couldn't let go of the knot of his master's death, so he deliberately didn't look for it, while Ning Zhong wanted to find it, but he couldn't find it.

When Feng Qingyang heard that Ning Qinglin didn't blame himself, he immediately burst into tears, and the last bit of mustard for the Qi Sect disappeared in his heart, and he said to Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze: "You and Zhong Ze have suffered all these years, and it is not easy for the two of them to support the Huashan Sect!"

Yue Buqun thought of the hard work of these years, and was a little embarrassed, but since Feng Qingyang has returned to Huashan, he should let go of the death of the master, after all, the master has never blamed Feng Qingyang, and when he heard Feng Qingyang's words, he said: "If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Shi was secretly shooting, how could Buqun be able to take charge of Huashan safely, and now that Uncle Shi has returned to Huashan, I also ask Uncle Shi to help Buqun to make Huashan prosperous." ”

Then he said to the disciples of Huashan: "Don't meet your uncle yet!"

Yue Buqun's voice just fell.

All the Huashan disciples saluted one after another and said, "Meet Uncle Shizu!"

Feng Qingyang looked at the many Huashan disciples in the martial arts arena, as if he had returned to the heyday of Huashan back then, and said with a smile on his face: "Okay!

When the disciples dispersed, at this time, only the wind was clear and the night wind was left, making Hu Chong and Yue Buqun's family.

Yue Buqun said: "Uncle Feng, let's go to the Zhengqi Hall first!"

Feng Qingyang nodded. Everyone came to the Zhengqi Hall, and Feng Qingyang looked at the signboard of the Zhengqi Hall, and felt a sigh of relief.

Yue Buqun said: "Senior Uncle, when I turn around, I will replace the Righteous Qi Hall with the Sword Qi Soaring Hall."

Feng Qingyang nodded, after all, the sword qi Xiaotang was a plaque in the heyday of Huashan, representing momentum and infinite possibilities, while Zhengqitang symbolized stability and kept his duty, and Huashan wanted to return to the top of the martial arts, or even surpass, it was impossible to blindly seek stability, and it was also a helplessness to change to Zhengqitang back then.

Yue Buqun said: "Now that Uncle Feng has returned to Huashan, so Buqun wants Uncle Feng to take over the position of Elder Taishang, and asks Uncle Feng to sit in the Scripture Pavilion, I don't know what Uncle Shi wants." ”

Feng Qingyang nodded in approval and said: "Although the old man likes to be pure, he should also contribute to Huashan, so the old man of "Dugu Nine Swords" will also contribute!"

Yue Buqun also nodded and said, "Since Uncle Shi has returned to Huashan, it must be spread in the rivers and lakes in a few days, and my Huashan should also prepare." ”

Ning Zhong nodded, and Feng Qingyang squinted his eyes slightly and said, "No, you go and arrange it!" I want to see the old friends on the rivers and lakes, who dares to come to Huashan to make trouble!"

At this time, after the Night Wind Sword Dao Master had already arranged everything, he spoke: "Master, the disciple asks to go down the mountain!"