Feng Qingyang looked at Feng Buping, sighed, and waved his hand.

Then he looked at Yue Buqun and the others, and said coldly, "Why did you stop?"

Feng Buping, Yue Buqun and others were silent.

Feng Qingyang asked his confusion and said, "I'm not even, I'm not worried, why did you come to Huashan to find me? How did you know that I was here?"

Feng Buping said respectfully: "Uncle Feng, more than a month ago, the unequal people heard the ...... on the rivers and lakes."

The things that are in a uproar on the rivers and lakes are told to Feng Qingyang in detail.

After hearing this, Feng Qingyang frowned and remained silent.

Feng Qingyang didn't know what the rivers and lakes Bai Xiaosheng was, he lived in seclusion and couldn't come out of the cliff, how did this person know that he was still alive, and he also put his name in the first place on the list, which was quite a bit of a roast on the fire.

Feng Qingyang frowned and pondered, but he was suspicious of a person, secretly saying that the person was mysterious and secret, and he was the only person who had come into contact with him recently, with the power behind that person, it was possible to do these things. It seems that this person has not given up yet.

Seeing Feng Qingyang frowning and silent, Feng Buping didn't dare to disturb, and bowed down to wait.

After a while, he turned his head to look at Feng Buping, and said clearly: "Okay, I've seen the people, I'll go first." ”

Feng Qingyang probably guessed the idea of Feng Unequal and came to him, but Feng Qingyang didn't want to participate anymore, and he was really tired of the sword qi dispute. His character is originally unrestrained, and letting him lead the disciples of the Sword Sect to fight and fight is really inconsistent with his temperament.

After speaking, Feng Qingyang raised his feet and was about to leave.

Feng Buping looked at it, and said hurriedly: "Uncle Feng is slow, I am a disciple of the Sword Sect, the dragons have no leader, and we still need Uncle Feng to lead ......."

Feng Qingyang raised his hand and interrupted Feng Buping's next words, and said a little impatiently: "If you want to fight, you can practice your martial arts by yourself and fight by yourself, but I am not interested." ”

It is a little difficult to let Feng Qingyang, who has been indifferent to the predicament of the Huashan Sect for decades, go out of the mountain to help the Huashan Sword Sect, and then compete with the Qi Sect.

When Feng Buping heard Feng Qingyang's words, they were all a little anxious.

Feng Buping thought of himself and others, who were driven out of Huashan by the Qi Sect at the beginning, and wandered everywhere, in order to find a place to stand, I don't know how many conflicts with other gangs, the disciples of the Sword Sect, died and left, and now there are only five people left: himself and Cheng Bu, never give up, Quan Buhan and Chu Bugang.

I finally saw a little hope, but it was shattered in an instant.

Feng Buping, as the senior brother of the Sword Sect, has endured too much pressure, he is really afraid of living up to the master's trust, and he is really afraid that the Huashan Sword Sect will disappear into his hands.

Feng Buping felt bitter in his heart, bent his legs, knelt on the ground, and hissed: "Uncle Feng, please look at the face of the master, save the disciples, save the Huashan Sword Sect, we will be driven out of Huashan, and we will ...... outside."

Cheng Buxian and the others saw the senior brother kneeling, and they all knelt down.

Feng Buping pestle the ground, no matter what the wind Qingyang's expression is, he shows the grievances and sufferings suffered by himself and others one by one, as if the children outside see the cries and vents of the elders in the family.

Never give up and wait for others to burst into tears.

Feng Qingyang's steps were retracted, and the more he listened, the more moved he became.

On the other side, Ning Zhongze, who was standing, had already covered his mouth with his hands, tears were full of tears, and the surrounding Huashan disciples who had entered the door early looked at the same disciples of the Huashan faction in the past, but because of disagreement in concepts, the people of the Sword Sect who left Huashan ended up in this field, and there were only five people left. is also related, and the drawn sword is silently returned to the sheath.

Yue Buqun also had a solemn face when he heard it, whether it was the "gentleman's sword" decades later, and he felt a little emotional in his heart.

Yue Buqun turned his head to look at the surrounding Huashan disciples, his face changed slightly, and he sighed with emotion, the battle of Taoist concepts will never give in, looking at the expressions of the surrounding disciples, the secret is not good.

After listening to this, Feng Qingyang put his hands behind his back and sighed.

Yue Buqun was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Feng, you have to make it clear, it wasn't us who drove you out of China in the first place......

Feng Qingyang suddenly turned his head and shouted in a deep voice: "Enough." ”

Yue Buqun's words were interrupted, and his face was a little ugly.

Feng Qingyang looked at the disciples of the Sword Sect kneeling in front of him with complicated eyes, and said with a sigh: "Get up." ”

Feng Buping was on the ground, there was no response, Cheng Buxian and the other four people, seeing that the senior brother couldn't afford it, he naturally didn't move.

Feng Qingyang looked at it, thinking about the suffering of these disciples wandering outside, and sighed again: "Get up, since you are here today, don't leave Huashan again, just find a place in Huashan and settle down." ”

Yue Buqun listened, his face turned pale.

Feng Qingyang didn't look at him either, after thinking about it, he was really annoyed by the bullshit of those sword qi disputes, and said: "But you must not go up to the eastern peak of Huashan again, and then have a dispute with the disciples of the Qi Sect, if you can do it, get up." If you can't do it, or you can't let go of the sword qi battle, then you can kneel and die here. ”

After hearing this, he hurried up, but he didn't dare to go too far, for fear of backfire, besides, who knows what will happen in the future.

Yue Buqun said angrily: "Uncle Feng, although your old man is an elder, what you have done is inevitably a little too much, right?"

Feng Qingyang turned around, looked at Yue Buqun, pointed at Feng Buqun, and said, "Okay, or do you want to force them to death?"

Yue Buqun was dumbfounded, but he still said in a deep voice: "But if you don't say a word, you will let these people stay in Huashan, where will Buqun be placed? Where will the Huashan faction be placed?"

Feng Qingyang was a little silent, and he also felt that he was a little inconsiderate as an elder, but the words had already been spoken, and Feng Qingyang really wanted the disciples of the Sword Sect to stay in Huashan, and he was so happy that he was quick to speak for a while, without taking into account Yue Buqun's prestige in front of all the disciples.

Feng Qingyang could only say: "Yue Buqun, they are also disciples of Huashan, and it is natural for them to stay in Huashan." ”

Yue Buqun was silent, and then slowly pulled out his long sword, Feng Qingyang looked at it, and his eyes narrowed.

Feng Buqun saw Yue Buqun's actions and said angrily: "Yue Buqun, you are presumptuous. ”

Ning Zhong also looked at his senior brother worriedly and said, "Senior brother." ”

After Yue Buqun pulled out his long sword, he put the horizontal sword in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Buqun knows that he is not Uncle Feng's opponent, but Buqun has his own responsibilities and principles, so he still hopes that Uncle Feng will not hesitate to give advice." ”

Feng Qingyang was a little appreciative at this time, nodded in agreement, and said lightly: "You have your position, I also have mine, I can't tell who is right and who is wrong today." ”

Yue Buqun listened, was noncommittal, and arched his hand: "Uncle Feng, please." ”

Feng Buping handed the long sword in front of Feng Qingyang and said, "Uncle Feng, sword." ”

Feng Qingyang shook his head, took two steps forward, stretched out his index finger and middle finger, made a sword finger shape, and said, "Make a move." ”

Yue Buqun took a deep breath, his face showed purple intent, but he urged Zixia Divine Skill with all his might, swung his sword sharply, and the Huashan Liuhe Sword Technique was used, attacking towards the wind.

The wind was clear and the eight winds did not move, and only when the long sword was handed in front of him did he wave his sword finger.

Yue Buqun only felt a flower in front of him, his wrist hurt, and the long sword was out of his hand.

Yue Buqun's face was gloomy, thinking that he would lose, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't even survive a move.

Feng Qingyang shook his head secretly, the swordsmanship has its own line but no god.

Feng Unequal looked at it with excitement on his face.

......

Within a few days, the people in the rivers and lakes near Huashan all knew that there was one more Huashan Sword Sect in Huashan, and the sect master was uneven, and the elder was the first Feng Qingyang on the ground list.

Huashan Sword Sect, open the door to accept apprentices.

In the name of the clear wind, many people sent their children to the Sword Sect to learn martial arts.

Where the Huashan Sword Sect is located, due to its initial construction, it is not magnificent.

Feng Qingyang looked below, sealed the unequal people, and seriously taught the new children the basic swordsmanship, feeling that the Sword Sect was slowly recuperating, and a smile appeared on his face.

The wind is clear, but he doesn't think about living on the cliff.

......

One night, a dark shadow went up the cliff.

The dark shadow found the cave where he had crossed the cliff and scurried in.

The dark shadow entered the cave, knocking here and there, and from time to time put his ears to the wall and listen.

Finally, the shadow walked over to a mountain wall, knocked on it, listened again, and seemed to have found a place.

Untied the long sword behind his back, drew the sword and silently lucked his true qi, and stabbed it into the mountain wall, only to hear a muffled sound of "poof", and the long sword seemed to penetrate the mountain wall.