Feng Qingyang's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, this kid has a bee waist and ape back, slender arms, smart eyes, and an open-minded personality, he is really a rare good seedling of swordsmanship, thinking of what he saw just now, he decided to help him.

"You were dumped by a business girl!"

Linghu Yichong suddenly blushed, eager to find a hole in the ground to get into, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, bowed his head and said nothing.

"I just listened to two sentences, do you know why the merchant girl didn't choose you?"

Feng Qingyang turned into an emotional expert and immediately turned into an emotional expert, the old god said.

"Why? Linghu Yichong said eagerly.

"Responsible!"

"You didn't show the responsibility of a man!"

"I like other girls, why don't you say it out loud?"

"I don't have the courage at all, do you want other girls to tell you?"

Ling Hu Yichong was stunned, and said in disbelief: "That's it?"

"That's it?"

The wind expert looked like he hated iron but not steel: "Look, I don't know the importance of this matter yet, this is your responsibility as a man, do you know?"

"Still. ”

Feng Qingyang's tone changed, and he said with a smile: "You and the business girl are not suitable in the first place, if you divide it, you will divide it, find another one, don't die or live." ”

Linghu Yichong felt that he didn't like this, and retorted: "Why is it inappropriate, we used to ......"

"She's been following you around a lot! she's always listening to you brag and fart, and you think it's a couple's love!" said the windy expert with contempt.

He has been patrolling the mountains for more than 20 years, and Ling Hu Yichong and Shang Luo's ideas have not been able to hide from his bright eyes and sensitive ears.

"It's just a girl's hero-worshipping feelings, you know?"

"Aren't you number one every year? Doesn't she lose to you every time she competes with a sword? She just adores you!"

"But you're not what she thinks she is. ”

Linghu Yichong looked at the wind Qingyang, with a look of incomprehension.

"Shang girl's parents died when she was a child, and she was bullied by her family since she was a child, and she developed a strong habit, so she worked hard and didn't want to lose. ”

But in fact, my heart is very fragile, and I want to find a husband who is mature and stable, who can rely on her like a mountain and shelter her from the wind and rain. ”

"All she wants is a warm little home. ”

Linghu Yichong said eagerly: "I can, why can't I give her shelter from the wind and rain? Why can't I give her support?"

Feng Qingyang shook his head and said: "You are too frivolous, your heart is flying, you can't give her a sense of security, it's not suitable for her!"

Linghu Yichong didn't care about humility, and shouted: "Why is it inappropriate?"

Feng Qingyang smiled, didn't care about Ling Hu Yichong's roar, and asked, "How long have you not been back to the mountain?"

"For three years, Senior Brother Xue has often left Huashan, why is he okay?"

"Oh, it's Xue Yile! This kid is mature and steady, very similar to your head when he was young, he looks okay, and he is worthy of being a business girl. ”

Feng Qingyang commented, and seeing that Linghu Yichong's face was not very good, he asked with a smile: "In the past three years, how many letters have you written to her, and how many gadgets have you bought her?"

"Letter, gadget?"

"No?" Feng Qingyang said in surprise: "I haven't written a letter yet?"

The wind is clear and patrolling the mountains for more than 20 years, and I have seen all kinds of ways to coax girls, write letters to express my heart, and send gadgets to please me, but it is the most common and common method, and the teenagers are almost self-taught.

Ling Hu Yichong's face slowly turned pale, and he nodded with difficulty.

"Well deserved!"

"A reckless man who doesn't understand the amorous feelings!"

Feng Qingyang scolded angrily, suddenly felt that he was related, snorted, ignored Ling Hu Yichong, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Linghu Yichong was dumbfounded, his mouth opened, and he only felt a depression in his chest, which made people almost crazy, and he shouted angrily, and his fist rained down on the tree.

In just a moment, the big tree collapsed, and Ling Hu Yi hurriedly jumped away, looking at the mess, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and walked down the mountain in frustration, just wanting to get drunk.

Feng Qingyang heard the sound of the tree falling behind him, sighed, shook his head and smiled, and whispered: "Young, it's so good!"

Feng Qingyang reached the foot of the Jade Girl Peak, looked up at the sky, thought about it, and turned around and walked towards Youbu Weixuan.

When I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I heard the sound of dancing swords in the courtyard, and the wind cleared my hands and feet and walked in.

Yue Yihua was concentrating and concentrating, practicing the Huashan Dao Heart Sword with one move.

Feng Qingyang stood by and watched for a while, shook his head, and said, "Stop!"

When Yue Yihua heard the voice, he stopped putting away his sword, looked up, his eyes showed surprise, and he said happily: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, you are here!"

Feng Qingyang said: "Why are you so stupid in practicing this swordsmanship?"

"Stupid!" Yue Yihua didn't know why.

"The two moves of Jin Yan Hengkong and Gu Bai Sensen just now, you used them in a row. ”

Yue Yihua stood up, a sword struck, the internal force turned seven times, and he could strike the sword again in seven directions at any time, it was the golden goose that crossed the sky, brushed the ground and stabbed out a sword, as soon as his feet landed, the long sword was dotted, covering five feet in front of him, the tip of the sword was uncertain, a stab pulled everything and a twist and a stab, and five swords were sent out like lightning, which was Gu Bai Sensen.

Feng Qingyang exhaled angrily: "Let you connect with the envoy, and connect with the envoy." ”

Yue Yihua hurriedly said: "Uncle Shizu, don't be angry, don't be angry, aren't I a succession?"

I did it again.

Feng Qingyang said angrily: "If your feet don't hit the ground, you won't be able to use the sword, are you very handsome in your appearance?"

"Like a fool, you fell down in a daze, and your hands and feet won't move, didn't you tell you to make it together?"

"Ahh

Yue Yihua understood a little, and said, "It's like this!"

Rose up again, a sword struck, after seven turns of internal force, the arm stabbed and shrank, the tip of the sword dotted in front of the body, a stab and a pull, both feet fell to the ground, the internal force stagnated, the sword momentum paused, and couldn't help stopping.

Yue Yihua thought about it, breathed slightly, rose up again, and took out the sword again, like three times, and finally connected the two moves.

Feng Qingyang said: "Whoever taught you to practice swords like this, the more you practice, the more stupid you become." ”

This kid he watched grow up, he was an elf when he was a child, how did he grow more and more like his stupid father.

Yue Yihua touched his head and wondered, "Aren't the senior brothers all practicing like this?"

"What's wrong? Why did Xiaohua make Uncle Shi angry?"

Yue Buqun, who had just stepped into the courtyard, saw that the wind was clear and looked puffy, and asked out loud.

Feng Qingyang turned his head to ignore him, and Yue Yihua stepped forward to explain aggrievedly.

When Yue Buqun heard this, he asked Yue Yihua to wash his hands and prepare for dinner, then turned his head to Feng Qingyang and said, "Uncle Shi, your requirements are too high, Xiaohua is only sixteen years old, and he hasn't practiced all kinds of swordsmanship foundations yet!"

Feng Qingyang was stunned, shook his head and smiled, "Hey, I'm old, I don't remember anything about this brain, Xiaohua, Uncle Shi remembered wrong, you practiced very well." "The realm of freewheeling swordsmanship is good, and many years of rigorous and solid basic swordsmanship is the foundation.

Yue Yihua smiled and washed his face and said, "It's okay, I know that Uncle Shi is for me." ”

Feng Qingyang nodded, turned his head to Yue Buqun and said, "I found that Linghu Yichong, this kid, has a very good talent in swordsmanship, and his internal strength has also entered the hall, so he is very suitable for cultivating the Nine Swords." ”

Yue Buqun was stunned, and sighed secretly in his heart, this kid is really a blessing, turning around, Dugu Jiujian still has to fall on his head.

Then he nodded and said: "Okay, this time he repelled Yu Canghai, defeated Ding Mian, and won glory for Huashan, so he rewarded him with this set of swordsmanship...... Well, will Uncle Shi teach you, or will I teach you?"

Feng Qingyang glanced at Yue Buqun and said, "You are busy with affairs, so let me come, anyway, I'm idle now." ”

Yue Buqun said with a smile: "Uncle Shi is afraid that I won't be able to use my swordsmanship at home, so I will teach this good seedling badly!"

Feng Qingyang nodded, and said unabashedly: "You really didn't practice right!"

Yue Buqun said with a smile: "The swordsmanship is different because of this, everyone has their own opinions, their own practice methods, I still think that Uncle Shi, you are not practicing correctly? Anyway, you can't beat me." ”

Feng Qingyang's eyes widened, and he shouted: "Don't you just rely on your internal strength to be slightly stronger than me? ”

Feng Qingyang also entered the Great Perfection realm three years ago, but in terms of internal strength and physical fitness, he was no longer able to compare with Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun didn't care, took a bowl and filled Feng Qingyang with a bowl of soup, and said with a smile: "I don't rely on internal strength, and you can't break my swordsmanship." ”

Ning Zhong strode in, saw the wind clear, and said happily: "Uncle Shi, you haven't come here for a long time to eat." ”

Feng Qingyang knocked on the table, snorted, and said, "Come a few more times, I'm afraid I won't be angry with your father-in-law." ”

Ning Zhong looked at Yue Buqun and said angrily: "Senior brother, why are you making Uncle Senior angry?"

Yue Buqun raised his hand in surrender and said, "It's me who is not good, it's me who is not good, quickly, wash your hands and eat, the dishes are going to be cold." ”

Ning Zhong glared at him, happily talked to his son, washed his hands and face, served a good meal to his uncle, and beckoned his son to eat together.

As for her daughter Yue Ling'er, she eats in the canteen now, and she won't do anything at all until she has a day off.

Yue Buqun looked left and right, he seemed to have become a loner, yes, let's eat!

Besides, I'm afraid I won't even have to eat.

Yue Yihua secretly snickered, took the chicken leg from Uncle Shizu, and nibbled on it extraordinarily sweet.