Walking on the rugged mountain road of Huashan, Ling Hu Chongxin said: "Not good, after we go down the mountain, the first place we pass is the Yaowang Temple, where there will be a fierce battle." Ten masters besieging the Huashan faction is really not difficult to solve. Am I really going to take this risk?"

Thinking of this, Ling Hu Chong said to Yue Buqun: "Master, how many roads do we have to choose to go down the mountain this time?"

Yue Buqun glanced back at Linghu Chong, and said with a straight face: "Chong'er, you don't think about business all day long, but you think about these things that are not boundary, and you don't want to talk about you as a teacher." ”

"Master, choosing a good path is very important for our travels. Don't you hear that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools...... Well, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed in an anthill......" Ling Hu Chong persuaded.

Yue Buqun no longer paid attention to Ling Hu Chong and sped up his speed.

For Yue Buqun, a pedantic person, Ling Hu Chong was reluctant to persuade him anymore.

With nothing to do, Ling Hu Chong asked the little junior sister Yue Lingshan and said, "Hello, little junior sister." ”

"It's okay for you, senior brother, why do you have to act so rusty, are we just acquaintance?" Yue Lingshan suddenly raised her head and stared at Ling Hu Chong, a little cold and a little complaining.

Ling Hu Chong adjusted his mentality and warned himself: "At this time, you must not blindly please the little junior sister like the original Brother Chong, that will only backfire." The real master is not to pursue his sweetheart, but to improve himself, like a magnet, to attract his sweetheart, so do you still need to chase it?"

So, Ling Hu Chong kept a very calm state of mind and said with a smile: "Little junior sister, I was thinking about the cliff before, when we were learning sword moves, I picked up your jade girl sword and flew it to the bottom of the cliff, I'm really sorry!

Yue Lingshan snorted coldly, pulled out the short sword on his waist, and said, "Hmph, if it weren't for Xiao Linzi's hard work to find this sword at the bottom of the cliff, my mother would probably punish me severely, it's all a good thing you did!"

At this time, Lin Pingzhi, who was following behind, couldn't help but smile with relief, after all, his efforts had finally won Yue Lingshan's favor.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but glance at Ling Hu Chong, and felt that Ling Hu Chong was a person who didn't know anything and was polite. Even for Yue Lingshan to be so bad, I really think Ling Hu Chong is a little stupid.

Ling Hu Chong would not hate Lin Pingzhi at all, because how could Lin Pingzhi fight with him?

"The previous Linghu Chong was snatched away by Lin Pingzhi Yue Lingshan, and he was simply decadent and self-pitying. Especially when Lin Ping was outside the prince's house, he was about to go crazy. At that time, if it weren't for Ren Yingying pretending to be Lu Zhuweng's aunt, teaching Hu Chong to play the piano, talking to him, and letting him resolve his thoughts, it is estimated that it would have been possible for Ling Hu Chong to commit suicide before. ”

Ling Hu Chong sighed in his heart and said: "What is the situation in the world? The most feared thing is to choose the wrong target and have no way. Fortunately, I have been through too much, and I will not be hurt by emotions anymore. ”

Regarding Yue Lingshan's complaining words, Ling Hu Chong didn't explain anything at all, just smiled indifferently, and sped up his pace and walked forward.

This was simply beyond Yue Lingshan's expectations, and he said in his heart: "According to Senior Brother's temper, shouldn't he hurry up and keep apologizing to me now?

Yue Lingshan looked at Ling Hu Chong's back, stunned.

"Senior Brother doesn't seem to be so annoying!" Yue Lingshan suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

When night fell, Ling Hu Chong, Yue Buqun and the others came to a ruined temple, while Ning Zezhong and the other disciples were waiting here.

Dark clouds converged in the sky, a thunderclap rang out, and then it rained heavily.

Linghu Chong and everyone went to the broken temple to take shelter from the rain, only to see that the main hall was offered a blue-faced statue, covered with leaves, holding withered grass, it was the Shennong's medicine king Bodhisattva who tasted a hundred herbs. Yue Buqun led all the disciples to salute the idol, and then everyone cleaned up and prepared to rest, and a few female disciples went to the stove to cook.

Heavy rain fell on the roof of the temple like beans, making a "crackling" sound.

"It's only February, it's raining so heavily, the weather is so weird, and this year's New Year is not good. Yue Buqun frowned.

"Master, such a rainy day is not much different from the moon, dark and windy night, so we still have to watch out for possible dangers. Linghu Chong said loudly.

Yue Buqun said: "Eh, Chong'er, what are we holding in our hands?"

"A sword, of course. Linghu said.

"That's right, if those thieves and robbers want to come to fight our Huashan faction, they are asking for hardship. These dozens of swords, they can't be spared!" Yue Buqun said sternly.

All the disciples of the Huashan Sect clenched the swords in their hands, and they were actually a little apprehensive in their hearts, after all, this was almost the first time they had gone down the mountain to practice.

Although they are from the rivers and lakes, they have never experienced much before.

Linghu Chong nodded, carried his sword, and sat at the gate of the temple, so that if there was really an enemy attack, he could resist as soon as possible, so that he would not be in a hurry and there would be big problems.

At this time, Ling Hu Chong was not idle, but meditated cross-legged and cultivated the Mixed Yuan Gong among the nine gongs of Huashan.

This internal skill pays attention to gradual progress, and it cares more about talent. Ling Hu Chong's mind is sensitive, and it is not difficult to cultivate the Mixed Yuan Gong.

"Uncle Feng Tai once said that if you practice the Mixed Yuan Skill to the third layer, you will be able to generate the power of rebound in the middle of the attack. It's not just a trick to reflect the enemy, but even an internal force. Of course, this rebound is only partial, and it is considerable. Linghu Chongxin said.

Ling Hu Chong's mood is very stable, and there are no distracting thoughts.

Gradually, Ling Hu Chong felt that there was a warm breath in the dantian, and then he channeled the qi with his intention to let this internal force swim in the eight veins of the Qi Jing.

Regardless of the lightning and thunder outside the ruined temple, and the torrential rain, Hu Chong still stood still, taking care of his own cultivation of mixed yuan gong.

At this time, the aroma of rice came, and the people of the Huashan faction were eating, but Ling Hu Chong still insisted on practicing, because the current state was really rare, and Ling Hu Chong was unwilling to waste this state easily.

After a long while, a gentle voice came: "Senior brother, don't just focus on practicing, let's eat quickly." ”

Ling Hu Chong still didn't stop, because this week has not yet been completed! If he spoke rashly, wouldn't it lead to a divergence in the internal force?

The person who came was Yue Lingshan, and when she saw that Ling Hu Chong ignored her, she was immediately very angry.

Yue Lingshan said angrily: "Hmph, people are kind enough to bring you food, but you ignore them, it's really chilling." Do you like to eat it?"

After that, Yue Lingshan was about to drop the bowl, and Ling Hu Chong happened to have finished his work at this time, reached out to catch it, and held Yue Lingshan's little hand.

"Who said I wouldn't eat, I was busy just now! Ling Hu Chong smiled.

Yue Lingshan's original anger, for some reason, has now turned to nothing. And Yue Lingshan looked at Ling Hu Chong's smile, and couldn't help but laugh too. With a smile on his face, it's really good.

Ling Hu Chong couldn't help but think of a poem: "

The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

They didn't notice that in the corner behind the house, Lin Pingzhi saw that Ling Hu Chong and the little junior sister were eyebrow-raising, talking and laughing, and their expressions couldn't help but freeze, their eyes were looking ahead, but they were still picking up rice in their hands.

The heavy rain did not mean to stop, and in the air of the rainy night, there seemed to be a little murderous aura.