On the sixth day of the first month of March, Gu Yu should be married, married, and buried.

Last night, a drizzle in late spring washed Qingcheng Mountain cleanly, and it became more and more picturesque.

On the fourth watch, the entire Qingcheng faction was busy, because it was the wedding day of Lin Pingzhi, the head of the Qingcheng faction.

In the past two years, although the Qingcheng faction has recruited a wide range of apprentices, it is still thin, and there are still some people who are short of manpower to handle this kind of big thing.

Fortunately, Lin Pingzhi invited someone to go to Luoyang in advance to invite his grandfather's family to help, and with the help of his uncles and cousins, he was able to cope with it.

At dawn, there were already guests from the near road who came to congratulate, and Lin Pingzhi, as the host, should be in front of the door.

At the same time, on the top floor of the Houshan Road Pavilion, there was also an uninvited guest in front of Yang Mo.

"Have you figured it out?"

Yang Mo sat cross-legged on a futon woven by a pampas of grass, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with a face like a crown of jade and a few strands of beautiful beard under his chin.

The man's expression was entangled, and after hesitating for a long time, he handed over a book to Yang Mo.

"Yang Mo, Zixia Divine Skill is borrowed from you to read, what do I want, don't you want to fool me with fakes!"

Hearing this, Yang Mo took out a few pages of blank paper from his arms and handed them to the man in front of him.

"Mr. Yue, the original of this evil sword spectrum is on the beam of the Buddhist ancestral hall of the old house of the Lin family in Fuzhou City, if you can't believe me, you can find the original yourself."

Saying that, he smiled and said, "Instead of worrying about me giving you a fake, I'm better worried about whether you dare to practice." ”

The middle-aged man in front of Yang Mo was not someone else, it was Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan faction.

Just half a year ago, Lin Pingzhi got engaged, but he had already decided to exchange the evil sword spectrum for Zixia Divine Skill, but at that time, Yue Buqun hesitated and said that he had to consider the following.

At that time, his martial arts had advanced greatly, and his sword intent had also been dormant, and the desire for Zixia's divine skills in his heart was no longer so strong, so he was not persecuted.

But today, Yue Buqun suddenly found him and said that he wanted to exchange Zixia's divine skills for the evil sword spectrum.

Originally, Yang Yu was very interested in this Zixia magic skill, and he exchanged it for a martial art that he didn't care about at all, so why not do it.

After listening to Yang Mo's words, Yue Buqun opened a few pages of blank paper with doubts and read them carefully.

But when he saw the first eight words, he suddenly showed a shocked expression, and couldn't help but look at Yang Mo.

"You've cultivated this sword book!"

Hearing Yue Buqun's words, Yang Mo shook his head, nodded again, and said, "I didn't have a specific cultivation, but I have comprehended a lot of things in it. ”

As he spoke, he slowly stood up, looked at the eastern sky outside with a white belly, and said: "Martial arts, cultivation will end up in the same way, too much emphasis on specific exercises and moves, will only make you addicted to power." ”

"Mr. Yue, I hope you are so self-conscious."

After Yang Mo finished speaking, he opened the Zixia Divine Skill and looked at it.

Half an hour later, Yang Yu put down the book, with a disappointed expression on his face, and returned the Zixia Divine Skill to Yue Buqun.

At this time, Yue Buqun was still holding the pages of white paper with the sword spectrum of warding off evil spirits, and his face was full of hesitation.

Seeing that Yang Mo returned to Zixia Divine Skill so quickly, Yue Buqun asked with a puzzled face: "What, don't you watch it?" ”

Yang Mo smiled slightly, and didn't say anything, just mentioned the luck, and in an instant, a purple cloud appeared on his face, and then a palm was imprinted on the wooden pillar next to him.

In Yue Buqun's surprised gaze, Yang Mo's palm was like a split on tofu, and it actually pierced the entire wooden pillar, but it did not cause any damage around the cave entrance.

"I originally thought that the Zixia Gong, the first of the nine gongs of the Huashan Qi Sect, was a method of self-cultivation and qi cultivation, but it turned out to be just a method of amplification, and it was not beneficial to the Great Dao."

When Yang Mo spoke, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After this Zixia Divine Skill, it can enhance the user's strength, speed, and five senses, but it is not helpful for realm cultivation.

For him, it can only play a role in battle, but it can't increase too much for fundamental cultivation.

If you want to rely on Zixia Divine Skill to break through to the ninth level of Qingning Mental Method, there is no possibility at all.

However, although he was lamenting in his heart, Yue Buqun, who was sitting on the side, was already so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

The person in front of him had only practiced the Purple Immortal Divine Skill in half an hour, thinking that he looked at the evil sword spectrum in his hand, and wondered if this martial art was really so magical.

Just when Yang Mo and Yue Buqun were trading in the Dao Pavilion, there were more and more visitors from the rivers and lakes in the Qingcheng faction.

At first, Lin Pingzhi was able to deal with it, but when it was close to noon, the masters of the various sects came one by one, making it difficult for him to deal with it.

At this time, Ning Zhongze, Lin Pingzhi's future mother-in-law, stepped forward to help.

Not long after Ning Zhong greeted him, Yue Buqun also returned from the back mountain and helped greet him.

Lin Ping's parents are no longer in the world, and his grandfather Wang Yuanba is too old to catch up, so for these friends in the rivers and lakes, it is Yue Buqun and his wife who are more suitable.

"Pingzhi, come and visit Wudang Chongxu Zhenren."

"Pingzhi, hurry up and visit Master Shaolin Fangzheng."

Just when the gangsters arrived one after another, the people standing outside the door suddenly shouted, which made everyone at the scene move.

"The leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, the left head of the Songshan Sect and the colleagues of the Wuyue Sword Sect, come to congratulate!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a man with a small stature walk in, this man looked very mediocre, but there was a yin owl between his eyebrows.

Behind him, in addition to the people of the Songshan faction, there are also people from the other three factions such as Hengshan Moda, Hengshan Dingyi Shitai, Taishan Sect Yuisozi, and Tianmen Daoren.

Counting the Huashan faction that had arrived in advance, on this day of Lin Ping's wedding, the Wuyue Sword Sect still gathered.

After seeing Zuo Lengchan coming, Yue Buqun hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and said hello in his mouth: "The leader of the Zuo Alliance is here, and it is really rude for Yue to miss someone." ”

"Master Yue doesn't have to be polite, today is the day for the woman to leave the pavilion, and I have to deal with so many fellow people in the rivers and lakes, how dare I bother Brother Yue to respond alone."

Although this Zuo Leng Zen is polite, the tone is indeed neither yin nor yang.

And as soon as Zuo Leng finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, and he took the Songshan faction and everyone away.

However, the remaining Hengshan, Taishan, and Hengshan factions of the Wuyue Sword Sect were more polite, and they stepped forward to chat with Yue Buqun for a while, and said a few words of congratulations.

After bringing all the people of the Wuyue Sword Sect into the Qingcheng Sect, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong had a worried look on their faces.

"Senior brother, it's not good." Ning Zhong said earnestly.

Hearing his wife's words, Yue Buqun said in a low voice: "After the rainy night two years ago, the rivers and lakes have been calm for so long, maybe ......"

Before he could finish his words, he heard the person in front of the door suddenly shout in a trembling tone.

"Yang Lianting, the Grand Administrator of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, is here to congratulate the head of the Qingcheng Pailin Sect on his new marriage!"

As soon as these words fell, another rough voice sounded, but it was not the voice of the famous singer.

"Let me come and worship the mountain!"