Chapter 41, the pinnacle

Yue Buqun was in a good mood, he didn't know who would win or lose in the battle of Siguo Cliff this time, but at least he knew two things: first, Mo Dumping Chi was wounded, and it was also a heavy blow to the chest;

Thinking of these two points, he couldn't help but be happy, but he didn't immediately go up the cliff, but slowly entertained the guests up and down Mount Hua, and arrived at the cliff in the middle of the night.

- Feng Qingyang's face was pale, there was no blood on his face at all, and his heart sank, completely sinking.

Feng Qingyang's eyesight is not bad, so he can naturally see this, and sighs softly: "Your guess is right, this victory is not me, but Mo Dumping. ”

"Why?"

Feng Qingyang said: "My sword pierced the heart one step later than his sword. ”

Yue Buqun didn't hide his surprise at all, and asked, "Could it be that the Ink Dumping Pond is also in danger, and time is running out?"

Feng Qingyang smiled, he shook his head and said: "Mo Dumping Chi will not die, and after this incident, his martial arts attainments and state of mind may go to the next level, and there are very few people above the martial arts who can beat him today." ”

"Why?" Yue Buqun doesn't like to ask why on weekdays, but he can't help but ask today, he asked, he said.

Feng Qingyang's expression was calm, as if he had seen everything in the world, if a person wanted to die, there were few things that he could not see, he said: "Because my sword did not pierce his heart at all, so although he was severely injured, he would never die." ”

Yue Buqun's pupils contracted violently, he stared at Feng Qingyang, and didn't speak for a long, long time, before he spoke: "I understand what you mean, Uncle Shi, and now I finally understand why Mo Dumping Chi left Siguo Cliff and didn't say a word about the content of this duel, it turned out to be because of this reason." ”

Feng Qingyang's face was solemn, and he said lightly: "Victory is victory, defeat is defeat, and it can't be changed by anything or anyone in the world, I lost today's battle, and I was convinced of defeat, but for the glory of Huashan, I must not make the results of this victory public, and Mo Dumpchi understands this, so even if he wins, he will not mention anything about this duel, so in the eyes of everyone, this duel is a duel worthy of suspicion." He paused for a moment and spoke, "After all, my sword and Mo Dump Chi's sword pierced into the opponent's chest at the same time. ”

Yue Buqun smiled bitterly at the majestic and righteous uncle, and said, "Uncle, do you mean that we in Huashan should also be grateful to Mo Dumping Pond?"

Feng Qingyang said lightly: "Shouldn't it be? If Mo Dump Chi made this duel public, then how could the reputation of the Huashan Sect not plummet? It is precisely because Ink Dump Chi did not have it, so I don't regret that the sword did not pierce his heart at all, and I can also be sure that Mo Dump Chi is a swordsman with a bad name, a real swordsman." He was already coughing and coughing up blood, and his body was shaking a few times.

Yue Buqun immediately hugged Feng Qingyang, he looked at Feng Qingyang and said, "Uncle Shi, you still have to take care of your body." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled faintly: "I'm already a dying person, what body do I take care of?" It's just that even if I want to die, I have to survive three days, no, you arrange these three days, I want to come out from time to time to show up to appease the minds of the people in the rivers and lakes, and three days later, you announced that I had comprehended this duel on the Siguo Cliff, so I retreated and practiced penance on the Siguo Cliff, and no one was allowed to disturb it. ”

Yue Buqun lowered his head, he felt helpless in his heart, but what else could he say at this moment?

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Feng Qingyang and said, "Uncle Shi, do you regret it?"

Feng Qingyang no longer paid attention to Yue Buqun, he had already explained everything he had explained, what else did he care about Yue Buqun for? He slowly stood up, dressed in green clothes, stood with his hands in his hands, overlooking Huashan, which is famous for its adventures and dangers, and sighed softly: "I can find my opponent to discuss the sword, and the height is not cold, I thought that I had reached the peak of kendo in this life, and it was difficult to find an opponent in the world, but after all, I still found that there are so many kendo masters in the world, and who can say that I am already at the peak? I have no regrets, I can die at the hands of a top swordsman like Mo Dump Chi, and I have no regrets in my life. “

Yue Buqun didn't say anything, he found that what he said at this moment was already redundant, and now he needed to leave quickly, so that this uncle, who had been entangled in the affairs of Huashan all his life, could enjoy a few days of tranquility.

He had already expected the outcome of this duel, but it was still unexpected after all.

Unexpectedly, during the three days when the wind was clear, he appeared on Chaoyang Peak from time to time, although his face was slightly pale, but he was not a dying person. Although everyone wanted to know the outcome of this battle, Feng Qingyang rarely spoke to anyone, let alone talked about it with anyone, so no one still knew.

On the 18th of October, the fourth day after the duel.

Yue Buqun went to ask for peace every day, and it was the same today, the wind was clear and sat on the bluestone where he often sits, closing his eyes and crossing his knees. Yue Buqun breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately went over to say goodbye, but he couldn't respond to Feng Qingyang, and when he walked in, Feng Qingyang's body was already cold, and he had no breath, and it was obvious that Feng Qingyang, whose heart was damaged, could no longer support it, and had already driven west.

Yue Buqun stood still, he looked coldly at the wind Qingyang who was sitting cross-legged, and only knelt on the ground after a long, long time, and tears actually flowed on his face, which rarely shed tears.

He has always been incompatible with Feng Qingyang, although he and Feng Qingyang both belong to the Huashan Northern Sect, but there are two sects of sword qi in the Huashan Northern Sect, his master is the Qi Sect, and Feng Qingyang belongs to the Sword Sect.

Over the years, the Qi Sect has been pressed by the Sword Sect, and it is difficult to turn over, even if he becomes the head of the sect, there is the existence of Feng Qingyang, the first person in Huashan swordsmanship, and the Qi Sect is difficult to overpower the Sword Sect.

Now that Feng Qingyang, the highest first person in the Sword Sect's swordsmanship, has died, he has long hoped that Feng Qingyang, who will drive the crane west as soon as possible, is really dead, but he does not have a little joy on his face, but with infinite grief.

He suddenly discovered a truth: "What about the Sword Sect, what about the Qi Sect, how about the Southern Sect, and what about the Northern Sect? But as long as the disciples of Huashan are willing to die for the Huashan Sect, even if they have different opinions, what if they have different opinions?

Now he finally understood the truth, but it seemed to be a little late.

He sat on the cliff for a long time, and only came back to his senses after a long, long time, and bowed respectfully to this Huashan senior who had also delayed himself for Huashan with Master Kumei.

Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged, as if he was not dead, but Yue Buqun already knew that Feng Qingyang was dead, and no one could change it.

If a man is dead, how can he not follow it? He picked up the wind and saw a letter on the rock, a letter written to him by the wind and a clear wind.

There are only a few sentences above, and the words could not be simpler, it reads: "The Huashan faction is already uneasy after the death of my senior sister Kumei, and my body can no longer be announced here, if there is no change under Huashan Mountain within half a year, you can announce my death, saying that I was severely injured in the duel on October 15, so I died." ”

Yue Buqun looked at the few lines on the letter, stood stunned, and didn't speak for a long, long time.

That night, Yue Buqun thought about crossing the cliff, and when he returned home, he immediately asked his wife Ning Zhong to prepare a jar of wine. Ning Zhong was a little strange, in her memory, her husband rarely had the habit of drinking, she was a little suspicious, but after all, she didn't ask, and brought a jar of wine.

Yue Buqun was drunk that day, and he still didn't wake up the next day.

The carriage didn't go fast, at least on the way, Mo Dumping Chi met with Lu Xiaofeng, Mu Daoren, Feng Siniang and others, he didn't say a word about this duel, and said that if he hadn't been spared by Feng Qingyang, he would have died under Feng Qingyang's sword.

Yan Shisan, the only one who knew the truth of the matter, naturally kept silent, he was not a person who liked to talk, not to mention that he knew that this matter should not be known to anyone.

He sat quietly in the carriage, waited for Mo Tanchi to chat with the people, and then drove away.

On the way, Yan Shisan asked Mo Dump Chi, and he said, "Where are you going?"

Mo Dumping Chi said calmly: "Shifting Flower Palace?"

Yan Shisan reined in his horse slightly, a little surprised, and said, "Why do you want to go to the Flower Shifting Palace." ”

Mo Dumping Chi smiled faintly and said, "It's also a good thing to be a ghost under the peony flower, I heard that there are two peerless beauties in the Shifting Flower Palace, so how can I not go to see them?"

Yan Shisan didn't ask, he had already made up his mind to send Mo Dump Chi to the Shifting Flower Palace and leave, the two women of the Shifting Flower Palace he didn't dare to provoke, but he didn't want to provoke, they were definitely two very troublesome women, and he didn't like to cause trouble in other places except for the sword that he liked.

On October 18, Mo Dumpchi, who rarely took the initiative to ask for a stop along the way, asked Yan 13 to stop the carriage, and poured three glasses of wine on a fine willow in the direction where the carriage stopped, and then drank three glasses of wine himself, and then got into the carriage without saying a word.

Yan Shisan didn't ask, he already had a guess in his heart, the reason why Mo Dump Chi did this was not because the wind was clear.

A fact that he didn't want to admit but seemed to be able to admit was already in front of him: "Feng Qingyang is dead." ”

The carriage galloped towards Wudang Mountain.

But Yan Shisan and Mo Dump Chi didn't seem to know that there was a swordsman named Li Qinglian who was also driving a fast horse towards Wudang Mountain, and his purpose was naturally not to go to the Flower Shifting Palace to send him to death, but to find Mo Dump Chi and Yan Thirteen.

He wants to compare swords, he wants to find Mo Dump Chi and Yan Thirteen to compare swords, even if he dies, he is willing to be gluttonous (to be continued.) )