The wind is like a knife, and the snow is like a flutter.

A small mountain peak next to Chaoyang Peak, snow-capped, tombstone base, is the mausoleum of the ancestors of the Huashan faction, the leader of the Wuyue Alliance.

Yue Buqun bowed to the master's mausoleum three times with difficulty, and when he straightened up, there were faint traces of blood oozing from the white filial piety clothes between his chest and abdomen.

Yue Buqun looked up at the sky, wiped the snowflakes from the corners of his eyes, and said to Ning Zhong, who knelt down in front of the monument and wept: "Senior sister, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, it's time to go home." ”

Ning Zhong endured her sadness, kowtowed a few more times, several strong women helped her up, and the group hugged Yue Ning and the two of them towards the Jade Girl Peak.

His father's mausoleum kept going away, and the thirteen-year-old Ning Zhong became more and more sad and lonely in his heart, he was already an orphan, oh, and so was his senior brother.

Ning Zhong quickened his pace slightly, and slowly leaned towards the senior brother who was walking in front, feeling a little calm.

The sky was overcast, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, gradually covering the road, Yue Buqun stepped on the air, his chest ached, and his body tilted towards the side of the road.

Ning Zhong hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Yue Buqun, and said with concern: "Senior brother, be careful, don't pull the wound." ”

Yue Buqun's face was pale, he reached out and stroked his chest, and said with a sigh: "I'm fine!"

Dozens of Huashan miscellaneous disciples also stopped and looked at them with concern, now, this young head who had just climbed down from the hospital bed was already the backbone of the Huashan faction, if something happened, the Huashan faction would be finished.

The two supported each other, and with a group of silent Huashan miscellaneous disciples, they walked in the snow for most of the hour and returned to the Jade Girl Peak.

Yue Buqun sat on the soft chair with a pale face, and the pain in his chest stimulated him to soften.

Although the heavy doors and windows blocked the cold wind outside, Yue Buqun still felt cold, piercing cold, his consciousness was slowly blurred, and he faintly heard his junior sister shouting: "Aunt Zhang, boil a pot of hot water, and then stew a pot of ginseng soup...... and fainted."

When I woke up again, it was already dawn, and my body had been changed into a soft and dry underwear, and the soft and smooth silk was so warm that Yue Buqun didn't want to open his eyes.

But the tingling pain in his chest from time to time reminded him.

"I can't go back, I've become Yue Buqun. ”

This Yue Buqun is no longer the other Yue Buqun.

He was originally an aspiring young man in the Celestial Empire, he liked to eat melons and watch plays, and he was basically accompanied by Dian Niang in his spare time.

The true spirit was in a warm and colorful inexplicable space, I don't know how long it had been drifting, and when it was lonely and unbearable, he suddenly noticed the same kind of breath, and he desperately approached, blocked by an invisible crystal wall, he was crazy like an impact, and with great difficulty, he finally broke through some gaps, passed through the invisible barrier, and plunged into a new world.

The sharp sword, from the left shoulder to the right chest, did not extinguish the vitality of this body, but took away the original owner's sad and angry soul, and as soon as the traverser opened his eyes, he witnessed the most painful scene in the history of the Huashan faction.

Sword Qi is rampant!

Up and down the Jade Girl Peak, from the sword qi rushing to the Xiaotang to the indispensable, from the Tibetan Scripture Institute to the miscellaneous room, from the martial arts arena to the accommodation room, the disciples of the Qi Sect and the Sword Sect shouted, howled, and pierced the sharp sword blade into the chest of the senior brother, and the profound senior uncle split the junior nephew who was still childish into two sections, and the blood was full of blood, drowning everyone's reason.

The soft groan of the broken sword and the wail of the disciples of Huashan resounded all night over Huashan......

A long, short night!

In the early morning, there was a sudden silence, and the whole Huashan was quiet.

What about the hustle and bustle of the morning class disciples?

What about the shouting of the young disciples?

What about the reprimands of the uncles?

What about the coquettish laughter and scolding of the senior sisters and sisters?

No, Huashan is as quiet as death.

The master dragged his stiff body, called the names of the Huashan disciples, and checked the bodies of the Huashan disciples one by one, and he rescued Yue Buqun, as well as three first-generation disciples and five second-generation disciples.

One of the two uncles of the Sword Sect had his right hand broken, and the other had his abdomen pierced.

An uncle looked at the desolated Huashan, and the people had fallen into madness, shouting "Huashan!Huashan!", jumped into the valley, and fell headlong into the valley.

Another uncle muttered, "Sinners, sinners!" and a sword severed his neck.

The four Sword Sect disciples looked up to the sky and wailed, their faces smudged with tears and snot, and they staggered down the mountain.

Senior Uncle Ning was seriously injured, and with a frightened Senior Sister Ning, he commanded the handymen and collected the corpses everywhere.

The master fell into a strange situation, sometimes sober, sometimes stunned.

He arranged for personnel to summon the factions, informed Huashan of the epidemic, and sent the Wuyue Alliance leader flag to the nearest Songshan faction, entrusted the head of Songshan to act as the leader of the alliance, and announced that Huashan had been closed for five years due to the epidemic.

Then he sat on the side of Yue Buqun's bed every day, taught Yue Buqun about the things of the sect, explained the secrets of the rivers and lakes for Yue Buqun, and taught the secrets of the Huashan sect in one go.

The rest of the time, I fell into a state of sluggishness, as if I was asleep but not asleep, and seemed to wake up but not awake.

If it was March, suddenly one day, he beckoned everyone to the sword qi to rush to the sky, and it was rumored that the head of the house was located behind Yue Buqun, his eyes knocked down, shed two turbid tears, and sat away.

Another surviving Qi Sect disciple, Zhao Buzheng, stayed in the room all day long, ignoring people.

The Huashan faction, the leader of the Wuyue Alliance, has almost single-handedly resisted the Lunar God Sect for a hundred years, and has earned the great reputation of "punching out of Shaolin and returning the sword to Huashan".

In recent years, the Huashan faction has been even more prosperous, with more than 20 first-class masters, and the total number of masters has surpassed the sum of the other four factions in the Wuyue Sword School, overwhelming Wudang and being on an equal footing with Shaolin.

But overnight, it all vanished.

The day before yesterday, Ning Qinglin, the last master of the Huashan faction, swallowed his last breath and left after entrusting his beloved daughter to Yue Buqun.

At this moment, it seems that the Huashan faction is also going to die.

With the young and seriously injured Yue Buqun, he took his last breath.

Tuk-tuk...

"Senior brother, are you awake?" Even though the senior brother was unconscious, Ning Zhong would still knock softly on the door every time he entered.

Yue Buqun reluctantly hugged the quilt, got up, and responded, "I'll get up." ”

"Senior brother, you're awake!"

Ning Zhong had a little joy on his face, and came in with a mouthwash and hot water face towel.

Yue Buqun took the cup and rinsed his mouth, washed the face towel, put it on his face, took a breath of hot air, and rubbed his face vigorously.

Ning Zhongze's immature face was still full of pain and confusion, his eyes stared at Yue Buqun, slowly choking out two strings of tears, and suddenly asked, "Senior brother, our Huashan will be fine, right?"

Yue Buqun was stunned, reversed the face towel, wiped away his tears for Ning Zhongze, and said firmly: "Huashan will definitely get better!"

The two had breakfast, and Yue Buqun saw that Ning Zhong was still depressed, reached out to hold her hand, and said solemnly: "The deceased has passed away, the living are like this, and the junior sister still needs to mourn!"

Ning Zhongze's little face was a little unnatural, and he bowed his head and said, "I know, senior brother." ”

Yue Buqun patted Ning Zhongze's back lightly, and said, "I'll go and see if it's indisputable first, you go and inform Uncle Qian and Aunt Zhang, come to the lobby in the morning, I have something to talk to them." Ning Zhong responded and turned around.

Yue Buqun was out of the way, looking at a white place, the heavy snow overnight, covering everything, the road was gone.

Yue Buqun relied on his memory, walked through the martial arts arena, turned a mountain corner, and came to a small valley, where dozens of bungalows were located, and the disciples of Huashan's younger generations lived in this bungalow.

Yue Buqun went to the room first, asked the kitchen worker to load a hot porridge, and came to Zhao Buzheng's room with the food box, breathed a sigh of relief, knocked on the door, and said, "Don't fight, senior brother has come to see you." ”

There was a sound of rustling and rolling in the room, and then it fell silent again.

Yue Buqun gently pushed the door, and the door opened with a soft squeak, there were two beds inside, with a small square table sandwiched in the middle, and Zhao Buzheng was lying on the right bed, covered with a quilt.

Yue Buqun put the food box on the square table, sat on the edge of the bed, patted the quilt, and said softly: "Don't fight, get up!"

With a delicate and pale face, he slowly stretched out the quilt, his eyes were blank, and he looked at Yue Buqun for a long time before he slowly shouted, "Senior brother!"

It's a loveless face, his world seems to have collapsed, and all that's left in the world is a walking corpse, lifeless.

Yue Buqun sighed slightly, maybe that's it, the original owner gave up this only junior brother, and he disappeared with the wind and snow in Huashan.

"Don't argue, get up first and have breakfast. ”

Zhao Buzheng slowly got dressed, took the bowl handed by Yue Buqun, and slowly drank the hot porridge.

After the hot food was in his stomach, Zhao Buzheng's face was a little ruddy, but he lowered his head and said nothing, his scattered hair had not been washed for many days, and it exuded a foul smell.

Yue Buqun was unconscious, stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhao Buzheng's head, and said softly: "Don't argue, Senior Brother has something for you to do." ”

Zhao Buzheng slowly raised his head and looked at Yue Buqun, his eyes moved, his ruddy face slowly turned pale, and he lowered his head and said, "Senior brother doesn't know anything, and his martial arts are low, so he can't help senior brother." ”

"It helps!" Yue Buqun's tone revealed firmness.

"I just took over Huashan, and I found that there is a great hidden danger in this door, which is related to the life and death of this door, and I hope that my junior brother will help me. ”

Zhao Buzheng raised his head again, opened his mouth, and did not speak.

Yue Buqun grabbed Zhao Buzheng's shoulder and said, "Senior brother, there is a huge problem with the inheritance of this sect, once an accident occurs in the door, the inheritance of this sect may be severed. ”

"I hope that my junior disciples will become the preachers of this sect, take charge of the Tibetan scriptures, organize and improve all the scriptures, scriptures, exercises, laws, and decisions of this sect, and copy and copy them for a proper collection in case of accidents. ”

Zhao Buzheng looked at Yue Buqun blankly, and finally came back to his senses, stuttering: "I am still only practicing the basic Huashan Heart Method and Huashan Sword Method, and I am not qualified to observe the advanced exercises of this sect." ”

Yue Buqun said in a deep voice: "I am the head of the family, you are my only junior brother, I think you are qualified, you are qualified." ”

Zhao Buzheng's scattered eyes were focused, his eyes slowly revealed a trace of luster, and a sickly blush appeared on his face, half loud, and he stood up abruptly and said, "Senior brother, I'll go to the Tibetan Academy." ”

Yue Buqun hurriedly grabbed him and reproached: "Don't worry, don't worry, you clean up first, this matter needs to be carefully planned." ”

Zhao Buzheng stretched out his hand and grabbed his head, a little at a loss and said: "Yes, you need to plan carefully!"

Stretched out his hand and pulled his messy hair, his face changed, and he said with a red face: "Senior brother, senior brother will go and tidy up first." ”

"Okay, you go to tidy up first, be careful not to get cold, recuperate and regulate your internal breath in the morning, and find me in the afternoon. ”

Zhao Bu responded and hurried to the bathroom.