After returning to Chaoyang Peak of Huashan Sect, Yang Buregret did not say hello, and hurried back to the guest room.

Wang Yu came to Yue Buqun with a lot of 'problems', and was sent by Yue Buqun to let him deal with it himself.

In his previous life, Yue Buqun worried about everything, and as a result, he raised a white-eyed wolf who was ignorant of the world.

In this life, he plans to live more freely.

The Huashan faction wants to revitalize, but this is not his business alone.

Isn't the purpose of accepting disciples exactly 'the master has his own affairs, and the disciples serve his work'?

Therefore, to revitalize Huashan, as long as you join the Huashan gate wall, then you will have a share, and don't run.

According to the law of conservation of energy, diligent people will probably raise lazy people who are not responsible for burdens, and on the contrary, lazy people can raise diligent people.

The total amount of comfort in the world remains the same, I choose to live quietly, of course, someone has to carry the weight forward.

Wang Yi Chong Yu came in with a thick pile of questions, and then went out with a thick pile of questions, elated when he came, and dejected when he went out.

"Senior brother! You are too harsh on Wang Yu! ”

"He's good enough, don't give him such a big burden, and he also has to find time to practice martial arts." Ning Zhong stood behind Yue Buqun, rubbing his shoulders for him, occasionally hitting people with the ball, and the two of them tacitly agreed that nothing had happened.

"If you want to cultivate, if you don't have time to take care of the trivialities, why don't you hand some over to me?" Ning Zhong asked.

Yue Buqun scooped it up, wrapped it in his arms, and smiled at the red little face: "Don't worry, he lays the foundation now, and when the foundation is solid, take him to the Spirit Valley, and several potions will bless him, and his cultivation will naturally advance by leaps and bounds." ”

"He was originally an internal political talent, but because his grandfather and father were officials in the court, he had to avoid it, don't look at his kid muttering to me now, and when he gets started, he may not be willing to let go."

Will the decentralization of Wang Yu affect Yue Buqun's own control of the Huashan faction, Yue Buqun is not worried at all.

After all, the Jianghu sect is not a imperial court, it does not have such a strict structure, and it is respected by force.

What's more, as long as it is good for the sect, what does it matter who takes care of those daily mundane affairs and takes some so-called rights?

A sound of footsteps came from outside the door in a hurry, and Yue Buqun left Ning Zhongze lightly behind him, and the two maintained their original posture of 'respecting each other as guests'.

"Tell the master, there is a strange man wrapped in a black robe, saying that he is your old man and wants to visit you, Senior Brother Feng has a few words with him, and he started with him because of the discord and was accidentally poisoned." The Huashan disciple who came to report said that when he talked about Feng Buping being poisoned, not only did he not have an anxious tone, but he seemed to have a little schadenfreude.

Although the Huashan faction has no sword qi, where can those grievances and hatreds in the past be eliminated and really eliminated?

Now that the evil has descended into the world, everyone in the world is trying to find a way to report to the group to keep warm, and the Huashan faction has Yue Buqun, the current sword immortal, to suppress it, which makes the unhappiness of the disciples of the second sect of sword qi only restrained at the level of words.

No one dared to cross the line.

Just like Feng Buping was poisoned, this disciple only spoke with a little excitement, but he didn't deliberately delay or conceal it, and didn't come to tell Yue Buqun.

Obviously, it is to know what the bottom line is.

Such contradictions cannot be eliminated by words, or even by some pretended conciliatory actions.

It simply can't be eliminated by common sense.

Even if the disciples of the two sects of sword qi fought side by side in the face of treacherous evil, serving each other as each other's line of defense, this wound could not be healed by this.

It's like we lost a summer and got a conch, and there was the sound of the sea in the conch, but that summer was gone forever.

Only wait for time to heal.

Waiting for the older generation, the death of the dead, the withering of the withering, and the scars and memories of the time, completely faded, and there is no residual energy.

The last impression of the so-called sword qi dispute was completely reduced to a short text on paper.

"The deceased?"

"The black-robed weirdo?"

"Could it be him?" Yue Buqun thought to himself.

Then the sleeve robe was flicked, and the person had already gone out of the door, but only a breath rose and fell, and he stood in front of the mountain gate.

At this time, in front of the mountain gate, several Huashan disciples all fell to the ground, their faces full of black gas, obviously poisoned.

And the black-robed man's palm, which was even uglier than the treacherous, was pinching Cheng Buwu's neck and lifting him high.

"I... To... See... You guys... Master! The hoarse and unpleasant voice squeezed out of his throat with difficulty, with a movement like a bellows compression.

Yue Buqun's eyes were cold: "Presumptuous!" ”

Regardless of this situation, whether there is a precedent for Huashan disciples to mishandle it, as a guest, the black-robed man, is slapping his face if he is so bold and reckless in front of the gate of Huashan Mountain.

The invisible energy shook out, and the black-robed stranger's hand that was holding Cheng Bu's neck loosened, and the whole person was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.

Black poisonous blood overflowed from his mouth and sprinkled all over the ground, corroding the ground of the bluestone slab into a pithole, which was terrifying to see.

Yue Buqun volleyed out his finger power and landed on those Huashan disciples, forcing out the toxins in their bodies.

The poisonous gas was squeezed in the air by Yue Buqun's true power, and it all dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The power of pure yang is inviolable to all evils, and naturally includes toxins.

Of course, this is a matter of pursuit, if the poison is too strong and exceeds the upper limit of Yue Buqun's poison resistance, then he can survive more than others at most.

There is no such thing as absolute inviolability.

"Nian Zailing still knows to keep his hand, I won't kill you."

"But I, the Huashan faction, don't welcome you either." Yue Buqun's face was cold.

The black-robed man didn't get up and leave, but knelt directly in place.

"I... To kill... Sly! ”

"You... Can you help me! Under the black-robed monster's scarf cloak, his blood-red eyes looked at Yue Buqun, and in these eyes, it seemed that there was no humanity anymore, and there were more colors like hungry and ferocious beasts.

Looking at these eyes, Yue Buqun remembered the previous scene of fighting together under the east gate of the capital.

"Good! If you are willing to sweep the fallen leaves for a month on my Huashan Mountain Road, then come in with me today. Yue Buqun turned his back and said.

The black-robed strange man did not hesitate, crawled a few steps on his knees, then staggered up and followed Yue Buqun into the gate of Huashan Mountain.

did not bring the black-robed strange man to the reception room, but found a windy pavilion on the edge of a cliff.

The cool breeze on the mountain, occasionally mixed with snowflakes, can blow away the poisonous stench emitted by this black-robed strange man all the time.

"Tell me first, who are you?" Yue Buqun asked the black-robed stranger.

The black-robed strange man hesitated for a moment, then said, "I... It's Zhu Erniu! ”

"Fake name!" Yue Buqun concluded.

Staring at the black-robed stranger's face that he couldn't bear to look at directly, after a few more glances, Yue Buqun looked away: "Forget it!" If you don't want to say it, I'll treat you as if your name is really Zhu Erniu. ”

"Your surname is Zhu? Is it royalty? ”

The black-robed monster shook his head.

Yue Buqun was even more relaxed, his keen sense of consciousness sensed it, and this answer was true.

It's not royalty!

Looking at the appearance of this black-robed stranger, if it is a royal family, there must be a wide range of involvement behind it, Yue Buqun is not afraid of trouble, but he hates trouble.

If it's not royalty, it's more pure.

Yue Buqun is willing to give his fellow killers some help and guidance within his ability.

(End of chapter)