"Yes." Feng Qingyang knew that the reason why he was released from the dungeon was entirely because of the young uncle in front of him, so he didn't hide it at all, and said: "The correspondence between him and Bianle Mountain of the Kongtong faction was hidden by me in a secret place, if the uncle wants it, I will go and get it for you." ”

"Don't worry, you should recuperate first." Han Ping'er said.

In the next few days, Han Ping'er used meridian acupuncture to help Feng Qingyang recuperate his body, and refined some Peiyuan solid pills for him to take.

With the help of his miracle doctor, Feng Qingyang's body gradually regained his health, but unfortunately, his head remained as bright as ever.

It is also these days of contact that Han Ping'er has a deeper understanding of his character.

Feng Qingyang belongs to the seventh generation of disciples of the Huashan faction, under the tutelage of the late Beifeng elder Yue Piqun, as the seventh generation of disciples, on weekdays to the brothers and sisters are extremely caring, in the door of the reputation is very good, because he grew up in the Huashan faction since childhood, the sect is even more affectionate, after the head of Han Yuxu accident, he has been Zhang Luo to avenge it.

But because of Feng Buwei and Song Qingfeng, he was targeted and blocked everywhere, and finally went to prison unjustly.

This person's martial arts talent is also extremely high, and it is already difficult for the younger generation in the door to meet opponents, if it weren't for being besieged by Feng Buwei and Song Qingfeng and a group of people, he really couldn't take him.

A week later, Feng Qingyang's body finally recovered, and the first thing he did after recovering from his injury was to secretly obtain evidence of Feng Buwei's betrayal of Huashan for Han Ping'er.

[Elder Feng: I have received the letter, and the inside story is known, so there is no need to say more. Virtuous brothers can rest assured, the position of the head of the family, with my Songshan help, at your fingertips, on the day of the election, I will send someone to congratulate. 】

Han Ping'er silently put away the letter, looked at Feng Qingyang, and said, "Su Zhe is dead." ”

"Dead? Killed by whom! Feng Qingyang looked stunned, he had been imprisoned in the dungeon all this time, because he didn't know about this big event that happened on the rivers and lakes.

In Feng Qingyang's stunned gaze, Han Ping'er pointed at herself.

"It's you, Uncle Shi?" Feng Qingyang hurriedly bowed down, and then asked his second concern: "Uncle Shi, where is Ancestor Wan Yan now?" ”

Han Ping'er stood up, walked slowly to the window, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and said, "He, he drove the crane to the west......"

Feng Qingyang was silent.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm of personnel, and you don't need to be too sad." Han Ping'er looked at Feng Qingyang, took out the head order from his arms, handed it over, and said, "Master asked me to hand over this token to you......"

"This ......" Feng Qingyang took it slowly, his eyes full of puzzlement, "Patriarch Mo wants me to be the head of the Huashan faction?" But the younger generations are low, and martial arts are even more commonplace, and this position of head has to be taught by your uncle ......and ancestor."

Han Ping'er shook his head and interrupted: "I have other things to do, I have watched all the people of the Huashan Sect, only you are qualified to serve as the head of the family, not to mention, this is also the last wish of the predecessors of Wan Qian!" ”

Seeing that the wind was clear and wanted to refuse, Han Ping'er couldn't help but sink his face and said: "Could it be that the foundation that the ancestors have built with great difficulty, you want to give him to the scum of Feng Buping?" ”

Hearing this, the wind cleared and stopped talking.

"As for ......martial arts," Han Ping'er pondered a little and said, "From tomorrow, you follow me, I will teach you a swordsmanship, and you need to practice hard." ”

"What swordsmanship?"

"Dugu Nine Swords!"

……

Next, Han Ping'er taught Feng Qingyang to practice Dugu Nine Swords every day, this person is quite talented in the way of swordsmanship, and in the past three months, he has mastered most of it.

……

Three months later, in anticipation, the Huashan faction ushered in the head election.

The location is set at the heart cultivation hall in the middle peak of the Huashan faction.

"Uncle Shi, this center, also known as the Jade Girl Peak, is an important place in my sect, and there have been great poets who have poems that say: The golden body is three thousand worlds, and the twelfth floor of the desire for women. It is said that it is the middle peak of Huashan. Along the way, Feng Qingyang introduced the history of Huashan to Han Ping'er from time to time, humanities, etc., and the words were full of pride and pride, and it could be seen that he had a strong sense of belonging to the Huashan faction.

Han Ping'er watched all the way and saw that the forest here was verdant, the environment was quiet, and there were many strange flowers and plants, but it was really a good place.

When the two of them came to the Zhongfeng Heart Cultivation Hall, it was already close to noon, and it was already full of people at this time.

Elder Xifeng of Huashan was not sealed, and Law Enforcement Elder Li He and a group of seventh-generation disciples were all among them, sprinkling hundreds of people and gathering together.

"Uncle, are you here, ......" Li He took the lead in greeting him, and then Feng Buwei also greeted him with a smile, and the rest of the disciples also saluted.

Han Ping'er strode forward, sat on the sandalwood chair in the center, and said loudly: "Can you start?" ”

"Wait a minute, the selection of the head of the Huashan faction is a big matter, the Kongtong faction, as a friendly gang of the sect, also sent people to congratulate, now that it has reached the foot of the mountain, please wait for a while." The left hand is not said for nothing.

"Kongtong faction?" Li He frowned, and his face was displeased, "The head of the election, this matter is a matter within my Huashan faction, what does it have to do with his Kongtong faction, don't wait, let's start!" ”

Feng Buwei said: "This is wrong, Elder Li, the Kongtong faction and my Huashan are both decent in the world, at this time, my Huashan is weak, and it will be inevitable to support other righteous paths in the future, so just wait." ”

"But ......" Li He looked at Han Ping'er hesitantly.

"Twenty years ago, I sent the head of the Huashan faction Han and the four factions of Kongtong, Shaolin, Emei, and Qingcheng to go to the gate of death and forced the demon gate to close the mountain for fifteen years! More than ten years ago, Elder Song and I met the head of Kongtong Bian in Jiangzhou City, and went with him to the Kunlun Sect to force the remnants of the Death Gate to kill themselves in Kunlun Mountain......"

Feng Buwei hadn't finished speaking, but was directly interrupted by Han Ping'er: "Feng Buwei, you said that you and Song Qingfeng met Bianle Mountain of the Kongtong faction in Jiangzhou City ten years ago and went to the Kunlun faction together?" ”

"Yes, there was also Liao Kuohai from the Qingcheng faction that day, if you don't believe it, you will know as soon as you ask."

"No need!" Han Ping'er sneered, and the killing intent in her heart was even worse for this inaction.

Although this letter is not the mastermind, it is not unknown, there is no distinction between good and bad, and it is secretly connected to the Kongtong faction in a vain attempt to control Huashan, it is really not a pity to die!

However, thinking that the culprit Kongtong faction would come, Han Ping'er forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and said, "Then wait a little longer." ”

Feng Buwei obviously didn't know what Han Ping'er was thinking, and seeing that he agreed with his words, he was very proud, and he would wait for Kongtong to send help, even if this Uncle Han held the command in his hand, in the face of absolute force, it would be useless.

The position of the head of the Huashan faction must be in his own pocket.