Sometimes Yue Buqun always thought that maybe it would be better for Ling Hu Chong to devote himself to the name of the Sword Sect.

On Mount Hua, the two are older and the youngest, and the youngest is not even old enough to practice martial arts, which kind of Huashan faction is this.

Yue Buqun climbed the Siguo Cliff, which is the place where Huashan disciples made mistakes and faced the wall. The current Huashan serious eight hundred disciples are only Ling Hu Chong, who is still young, and even if he makes a mistake, it is impossible to punish him for coming here. Besides, he has just been reborn, and it is the time to work hardest.

Thinking about the cave of the cliff, how many footprints of Huashan disciples have been left, but unfortunately no one has cared about it for ten years, and the weeds have grown tall.

Yue Buqun rested for a while, sat cross-legged on his knees, closed his eyes, and fell into meditation.

As the sun rose, the sunlight pierced the clouds, shot into the cave, and fell on Yue Buqun's face.

Yue Buqun suddenly opened his eyes, let out a clear roar, pulled out his sword and rushed out of the cave.

Against the rising sun, he danced against the light of ten thousand rays.

The sword light reflects the sunlight, the essence of the light is shining, flickering at the top of Huashan, the sword wind rolls the fallen leaves, and the wild grass dances wildly.

Huashan swordsmanship was used over and over again, and each time it was slightly different.

Yue Buqun danced vigorously, flew a sword, and stabbed at the stone wall of the cave, but it didn't reach the handle.

Yue Buqun did not hesitate, pulled out his sword and stabbed again, but he did not reach the hilt.

Yue Buqun hurriedly pulled out and stabbed, and after more than ten swords, he slapped his left palm and hit the stone wall hard. With a "boom", a half-human-high hole was punched, revealing a narrow hole.

Yue Buqun's expression did not change, and he looked at this hole and was stunned for a while before stepping into it.

As he imagined, the corpses and blades were staggering, and the walls were carved with murals of the Demon Sect elders breaking the Wuyue Sword Technique.

Yue Buqun watched carefully one by one, but he had some whimsical ideas, but it was still the same sentence, the swordsmanship is dead, the person is alive, and breaking the swordsmanship does not mean that he can break the person, but it is not easy to break it like this.

The Demon Sect still has some talents, and it is not unreasonable to be able to fight against the major decent sects alone for so many years, and the rise of the Huashan Sect still has a long way to go.

Yue Buqun shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that there are so many people with extraordinary intelligence."

Yue Buqun raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the paintings on the wall one by one, each sword was as deep as an inch. The thin long sword in his hand was no less powerful than the giant axe of the mountain.

It quickly erased the traces of the Wuyue Sword Sect's plot against the Demon Sect.

Yue Buqun said softly, "From now on, no one will know about this past anymore."

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him: "Just because you erased this, does it mean that these things haven't happened?"

Yue Buqun suddenly turned around, and saw an old man in a green robe with a gray beard standing at the mouth of the cave, his expression was depressed, and his face was like gold paper.

Yue Buqun didn't show the slightest look of surprise, but calmly hugged his fists and said, "Uncle Feng, it's been a long time."

The old man is the wind is clear.

Feng Qingyang said coldly, "Let me ask you, can you really erase all these past events with a single sword?"

Yue Buqun looked back at the cave and said, "Can't you erase it? What I don't know, no one will ever know."

Feng Qingyang said, "Despicable, you can erase it for a while, but you can't erase it for a lifetime. Can you forget, can the people of the Demon Cult forget?" ….

Yue Buqun said, "Then I'll wipe it for a while. The Demon Sect doesn't forget that it's not that he wants to fight to the end with decency, so what's the difference if he doesn't remember it?"

Feng Qingyang paused and said, "I didn't see it, that little scholar who likes to read, after becoming the head of the house, his scheming is so deep."

Yue Buqun said: "In his position, seek his government. It wasn't my turn to take care of these things in the past, but now I have to take care of them."

Feng Qingyang glanced at Yue Buqun deeply, and he was completely different from the nephew in his memory.

When he first thought about the cliff, Feng Qingyang was observing this nephew and found that this nephew was very different from the past. But after all, ten years have passed, and it is normal to be different. But when he saw the martial arts he displayed, he couldn't help but be shocked. The swordsmanship is superb, inside

The merit is profound, and everything is not under him. And after just a few words, I can feel that his mentality is mature and terrible, even above himself.

Feng Qingyang said, "You know I'm thinking about the cliff?"

Yue Buqun didn't answer, but said, "The Sword Sect went down the mountain, and the Qi Sect didn't win. The Huashan faction has been closed for ten years, and the rivers and lakes have forgotten about this sect, and it is the Huashan faction that has lost."

Feng Qingyang said, "This is the fruit of your own evil."

Yue Buqun shook his head and said, "It's us, including the Sword Sect."

Feng Qingyang said, "We were defeated by your conspiracy, and you tricked me back to Jiangnan so that I could not participate in the Great Sword Competition, so that your Qi Sect could take advantage of it."

Yue Buqun said, "Uncle Shi is wrong. The so-called 'struggle for Taoism', in my opinion, is nothing more than a struggle for power, and it is useless to say it beautifully, but just under the banner of 'Taoism'. 'Taoism is a tool used to form gangs and factions, and the party is the same as the other. Whether it's the 'Sword Sect', or the 'Qi Sect', which one do you think is right, just do it, why impose it on others? 'Party struggle is not limited to martial arts, and the fight is never right or wrong, but interests. Uncle Shi thinks that it was our Qi Sect that tricked you into going back to Jiangnan, and I was afraid that you would participate in the sword competition, which made sense. At that time, I was still young and didn't know the specific situation, but I guessed that it wasn't just our Qi Sect that didn't want Uncle Shi to participate in the sword competition. With the atmosphere on Huashan at that time, how could a master like Uncle Shi leave easily, without the help of the Sword Sect, I am afraid it would not be possible."

Feng Qingyang frowned and said, "Why do you say that?"

Yue Buqun said: "Since I was a child, I haven't had much contact with my uncle, and I don't know much about it, but I know from the mouths of the elders that my uncle is actually against such a fierce fight. Uncle Shi is a genius, both internal and external, because of his excellent swordsmanship, he was returned to the Sword Sect, in fact, the internal strength is not bad at all, and it is not an exaggeration to say that you are the Qi Sect. As I said, the battle for Taoism is actually about interests. If Uncle Shi was in Huashan at the time, maybe he wouldn't be able to fight, this is a situation that neither the Sword Sect nor the Qi Sect want. Even if you can fight in the end, with Uncle Shi's martial arts, you will definitely be able to turn the tide, and then you may be the head of the house."

Feng Qingyang said, "I don't want to be the head."

Yue Buqun sighed, "The worst outcome is that you don't want to be the leader. Your martial arts are so high, if you fight for this leader, maybe everyone can still be convinced, but you don't want to be the leader, so you naturally give others the opportunity to compete for the head. The position of the head of a sect should be the most respectful, and with a person like you who is not the head of the sect, but whose martial arts are higher than the head of the sect, can the head of the sect be comfortable?"

Feng Qingyang said coldly, "Then it's better for me to stay than to be cut off like this now."

1980s