When the wax moon comes, the first snow flies, and Huashan is once again dressed in a white gauze robe.

In the evening of that day, Yue Buqun carried a food box and a jar of wine, and went up the South Peak Siguo Cliff alone along the quiet path covered with snowflakes.

Standing on the edge of the bottomless cliff, Yue Buqun silently admired the reckless mountains under the clouds, which was really magnificent in his heart. Behind it is the cave where the Wuyue Sword Sect set a trap to trap the ten elders of the Demon Sect, and it is also the lucky place where Ling Hu Chong was taught the Dugu Nine Swords by Feng Qingyang.

According to the intentional or unintentional exploration of the unknown secret, there seems to be an unknown person near the cliff, but the real person has never been seen, which is quite strange. Moreover, at this time, the power of the Huashan faction is not comparable to the original Huashan, and Yue Buqun's control over the surrounding areas of Huashan is not comparable to the "gentleman's sword" in the original work.

The two are connected, Yue Buqun understood at that time, the wind is clear and the same as in the original book, living in seclusion on the south peak of Huashan Siguo Cliff.

Today, Yue Buqun came here suddenly, it seems inexplicable, but what kind of character is the wind clearing, naturally he will not be able to find Yue Buqun's whereabouts, let alone not know the meaning of Yue Buqun's request to see here. As for whether Feng Qingyang is willing to show up, Yue Buqun just has a dispensable mentality, it is gratifying to see it, and it is not a pity not to see it.

Half an hour later, Yue Buqun had accumulated a shallow layer of snow on his body, but he had not yet seen the wind clear and appeared, knowing that he really did not want to meet, and he no longer forced it, he turned to face the peak, and bowed, "Uncle Feng is above, disciple Yue Buqun is polite!"

The wind and snow howled, and the clear voice echoed faintly among the cliffs.

It seems that he didn't expect Feng Qingyang to respond, Yue Buqun then said loudly: "The disciple will go to Songshan to participate in the Wuyue Alliance in the near future, this time the matter is very important, for the sake of prudence, the disciple will take Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Yu and Senior Brother Cheng to go together, at that time, Huashan will inevitably fall into emptiness, and I hope that Uncle Feng will take care of it more!"

After Yue Buqun finished speaking, he saluted towards the peak again, gently placed the food box and wine jar in his hand on the snow, and immediately performed light skills, shooting down the mountain path like an arrow...

A moment later, a cyan figure silently appeared on the edge of the cliff where Yue Buqun had just stood, and the elegant Taoist robe fluttered gently in the wind and snow, and spontaneously felt like "insignificant feathering and ascending to immortality", silently looking at Yue Buqun's geese-like fluttering figure on the mountainside.

Jumping casually among the rugged mountains and rocks, Yue Buqun seemed to feel the gaze behind him, and looked back suddenly, but saw that the edge of the cliff was empty.

Hehe!

With a chuckle in his heart, Yue Buqun withdrew his gaze and continued to descend the mountain, but he knew that it was not an illusion just now, and the food box and wine jar on the edge of the cliff were no longer there...

In the cave where he thought about the cliff, the figure in the green robe sat on a big bluestone casually, couldn't wait to open the mud seal of the wine jar, drank bitterly, and then put down the wine jar, raised his sleeves and wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, Qingqi's thin cheeks were full of expressions of enjoyment, and he squinted his eyes and burped, "Uh, good wine!" Yue Buqun, this kid is still a little filial, and he actually knows that my old man likes bamboo leaves!"

When Feng Qingyang was young and frivolous, he was also a heroic and good drinker, but later his deeds gradually deepened, and his temperament was much more restrained, but he still preferred the famous wine bamboo leaf green. Over the years, he has been hidden in the depths of Huashan, with a light diet, although he occasionally has an attack on alcohol, and he will drink some in the wine cellar of Huashan kitchen. But there are only some ordinary spirits stored in the cellar on weekdays, how can it be compared to the top-notch bamboo leaf green specially prepared by Yue Buqun this time!

The burning heat brought by the bamboo leaf green in the abdomen subsided slightly, Feng Qingyang raised the altar with one hand and drank again, and the other hand was to open the lid of the food box next to him, but he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then stopped drinking and turned his head to look at the food box.

The five delicate side dishes are arranged in the shape of plum blossoms, and they are all steaming, as if they have just come out of the pot!

In such a windy and snowy weather, the hot dishes would become cold within a quarter of an hour, and Yue Buqun walked slowly from the Dongfeng Mansion to the South Peak to think about the cliff, and stood quietly on the edge of the cliff for half an hour, adding up to at least an hour and a half. For such a long time, relying solely on the thermal insulation effect of the trembling wood food box, it is impossible for the dishes in it to be steaming all the time, unless Yue Buqun has been maintaining the heat of the dishes with yang and true qi!

For a while, Feng Qingyang was extremely surprised.

If you say that you are not moved, it is false, but Feng Qingyang has experienced the world in the end, and his mood is vicissitudes, and after a little aftertaste, he faintly realizes that Yue Buqun's move is by no means a simple filial piety, but there are three flavors, Feng Qingyang can't think thoroughly for a while, so he doesn't bother to think about it, but he just feels that Yue Buqun's mind is becoming more and more complex and mysterious, and it is difficult to measure! On the contrary, Feng Qingyang cares even more that Yue Buqun can do this quietly under his nose.

As the supreme master of the world, Feng Qingyang knew very well that if the temperature of the food was maintained with true qi, most masters with internal skills would be able to do it under full concentration, and the length of time they could maintain would depend on the depth of their skills. However, to be like Yue Buqun today, while secretly transporting true qi to maintain the temperature of the dishes, while also strolling and climbing the mountain, leisurely enjoying the snow scene, it lasts for an hour and a half, such internal attainments, it is indeed comparable to ordinary masters!

Feng Qingyang picked up the bamboo chopsticks prepared on the plate, picked up two slices of sauced beef and chewed it slowly, and secretly contrasted today's Yue Buqun with his young self in his mind, but he had to admit that whether it was martial arts or intelligence, Yue Buqun, who was good at making a good match at a young age and was able to save the decline of Huashan, was much stronger than himself who could only go around and live ignorantly!

At least, even if he is also familiar with Zixia Divine Skill, but before he achieves great internal strength, even if his skill is already extremely profound, it will never be as Yue Buqun shows today, and he will be able to make the True Qi Imperial Skill so casual and casual, this must be broad and subtle in his mind, and Zixia Divine Skill is close to the second level of perfection!

It's a pity that Zixia Shengong pays attention to cultivating the mind, guarding against arrogance and rashness, paying attention to the only essence, and gradually merging the heart like the realm of stopping water, and he has always been rough and free, free and casual, and this too fine cultivation is not very compatible, and it is the same whether he practices or not!

Feng Qingyang wanted to eat at the same time, and suddenly felt that the chopsticks were not very smooth, and a little bit of food was too unpleasant, so he threw it aside, grabbed the vegetables directly with his hands, drank a lot of wine, and muttered: "The dishes are good, the color and fragrance are complete, but it is too little, Yue Buqun, this kid is enough, and he doesn't take more good wine, how can a jar be enough..."

At this time, Yue Buqun was explaining to Ning Zhong in detail some things that needed special attention in the door after he left. Unbeknownst to him, he asked his subordinates to spend a lot of money to reluctantly search for a top Shanxi bamboo leaf green, but in Feng Qingyang's mouth, he only made a stingy evaluation.

Early the next morning, Yue Buqun and Feng Buping, Yu Ming, and Cheng Buxian went down the mountain, and met fifty or sixty elite swordsmen who were disciples on the periphery of Huashan in Huayin City.

Luoyang Wang's family, Wang Yanxia stared at the snowfall outside the window with a stunned face, and a big red shirt was thrown in the embroidery basket on the low stool next to her.

Girlish feelings are always poetry.

A few days ago, Wang Yanxia suddenly learned that her father had set a marriage affair for her, and the other party was Lin Zhennan, the only son of the Lin family, who was also a wealthy man in Luoyang like the Wang family. His grandfather, Yuantu Gong, also used a swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits, known as "the first swordsmanship in the west of the Three Gorges", and created the famous Fuwei Dart Game. Even though the Lin family has declined at this time and is no longer the weather of the past, it is also a great rich and noble family. And Lin Zhennan, as the only son in the family and the only successor of the next generation of family heads, I heard that he is also a rare young hero, with outstanding character and virtue, and he is an ideal good match.

It's just that after Wang Yanxia heard her father's happy notice, she always felt empty in her heart. Previously, Wang Yanxia had not fantasized about what her future husband would be like, but as the pearl of the martial arts tycoon, Wang Yanxia admired her father since she was a child, and learned from Wang Yuanba to develop a calm and atmospheric temperament, which is quite a heroine among women. Therefore, Wang Yanxia once expected that her husband should be a bit like her father Wang Yuanba, with a bit of majesty similar to "golden knife invincible".

However, since meeting him, Wang Yanxia inadvertently found that her requirements for her husband's image have changed a lot. Previously, Wang Yanxia didn't like the little white-faced son, she only thought that they were useless, and she didn't have a majestic and thick body like her father, and her strong and extraordinary martial arts could give her a strong sense of security. However, all this is very unsuitable for him, he is handsome and delicate, slender figure, but he is by no means a powerless person, but a young master of swordsmanship, his father once admitted that his martial arts are no longer as good as him; he has a gentle temperament, talks elegantly, but is by no means a pedantic and conservative sour Confucian scholar, but a witty and open-minded, extraordinary means of a faction of leaders, can turn the tide, has gradually revived the prestige of Huashan.

He was so good, Wang Yanxia heard from the mouths of the two brothers that he defeated Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction, in one move, and was deeply shocked by his martial arts and swordsmanship. I also know that since then, Yu Canghai has returned to Qingcheng Mountain, immersed himself in practicing martial arts, and has defeated several famous masters in Shuzhong in the past few years, and is known as the first master of martial arts youth in Shuzhong. In particular, the two brothers with extraordinary martial arts in her impression met Yu Canghai in Shuzhong half a year ago, and they started to fight because of some quarrels, but the brothers were two against one, but they were still easily defeated by Yu Canghai, and they lost face, which shows that Yu Canghai's martial arts have made great progress. But what is surprising is that Yu Canghai has practiced such martial arts, but he still doesn't dare to step into the pass, let alone go to Huashan to challenge him, and he is ashamed...

Although Wang Yanxia met him a lot, it was not much, only six or seven times, and each time she left in a hurry. It seems that every time he passes through Luoyang and settles in the Wang family, he is on an important matter, or going to Beijing to catch the exam, or discussing the affairs of the rivers and lakes with his father, only that time he visited the flower market of the Luoyang Peony Festival with her and her two brothers, which is a rare close contact. However, influenced by her father's masculine values since she was a child, Wang Yanxia instead thinks that men should be like this, focusing on big things and aiming in all directions, rather than patrolling one place and indulging in a comfortable nest or gentle township.

It's a pity that he already has a junior sister who is a childhood sweetheart, and he got married four months ago. Whenever she thought of this, Wang Yanxia couldn't help but feel regretful about meeting late, and she also wanted to forget him, follow the choice her father made for her, and marry the young man named Lin Zhennan, but she couldn't do it. As long as she is alone, Wang Yanxia always thinks of him unconsciously...

"Miss..." The maid Hong Duo'er suddenly ran in, and her urgent call woke up Wang Yanxia, who was distracted, "The head of Huashanyue is here with his disciples, and the master is greeting him at the gate, the maid has never seen it... Miss, wait for me..."

Before Hong Duoer finished speaking, Wang Yanxia had already quickly left the room, and ran to the door with the corner of her skirt that was in the way...