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The moonlight, which is like frost and snow, is extremely soft, and it is faintly sprinkled on the world.

The wind was clear on the edge of the cliff, and he stood stupidly for a day.

His gaze crossed the sea of clouds and looked ahead.

Ling Hu Chong had always been by Feng Qingyang's side, of course he knew that behind the void dozens of miles ahead was where the Huashan faction was located.

Feng Qingyang has the arrogance of a peerless swordsman, and he will not surrender to Du Bai.

Du Bai has the majesty of an immortal hero, and he will not give in to the wind and Qingyang.

As a result of the stalemate between the two people, Du Bai trapped Feng Qingyang in Siguo Cliff and was not allowed to go down the mountain.

Linghu Chong was ordered by Du Bai to learn from Feng Qingyang the martial arts of the Huashan faction that had been lost after Yue Buqun's death.

And Feng Qingyang also agreed to teach him.

But Ling Hu Chong waited by Feng Qingyang's side from day to night, and the legendary swordsman did not say a word.

He just looked at the place where the Huashan Sect was from a distance, and his expression was desolate.

Ling Hu Chong saw that it was getting late at this time, so he walked over again, and after respectfully saluting Feng Qingyang, he said:

"Uncle Taishi, the apprentice grandson has already cleaned up the place for you to live, if you are tired, you can go into the cave to rest. On the table next to your bed, the apprentice also prepares a meal for you, and if you feel cold, you can warm it up on the newly built stove before eating. Then it is late, the apprentice grandson will say goodbye first, and tomorrow morning, the apprentice grandson will go up to the cliff to serve you. ”

In the fierce wind, the wind was clear and silent.

On this day, Ling Hu Chong was accustomed to Feng Qingyang's indifferent attitude, but in the face of this only surviving predecessor of the Huashan Sect, he did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Seeing that the wind was clear, Linghu Chong still ignored him, and had no choice but to go down the mountain.

On the mountain road under the cliff, Ling Hu Chong held back for a day, couldn't help but make a sword with his fingers, and played a few tricks of the Huashan faction's swordsmanship.

Feng Qingyang's eyes swept over Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship, and his face couldn't help but show a look of disappointment, he was silent for a while, and finally slowly spoke:

"Linghu Chong ......"

"The disciple is here!"

Linghu Chong immediately stopped on the mountain road.

Feng Qingyang retracted the essence in his eyes, glanced around Ling Hu Chong's body, and saw that he was slender and strong, and his breath was endless, obviously after years of hard work, his body and internal strength had reached a certain level.

At this time, Feng Qingyang's disappointed expression eased a little:

"Linghu Chong, you can practice under my guidance, it is an opportunity that your head of the sect asked for by letting go of the hatred of the Qi Sect towards the Sword Sect, you have to cherish it. ”

Ling Hu Chong was stunned, seeing that the wind was clear and white-haired, and his depressed face was really desolate, and thinking of his gloomy and painful life experience, his heart couldn't help but be greatly touched:

"Uncle Taishi, aren't you also willing to instruct your disciples after letting go of the Sword Sect's hatred for the Qi Sect......

Feng Qingyang saw that after Ling Hu Chong saw his peerless martial arts, he was still fluent in speech and had no restraint, so he couldn't help but 'huh' and said: "Master Du is not here, your courage is much greater." ”

Ling Hu Chong is a prodigal son who is not afraid of heaven and earth, he rarely has people who are afraid, even in the face of the swordsmanship like a god's wind and clear air, he is also free to talk and laugh:

"Uncle Taishi, this Huashan faction is up and down, who is not respectful and afraid of the master. Today, even your old man is here, and the head of the house will not give you face, where do we dare to be presumptuous in front of him. ”

Feng Qingyang listened to Linghu Chong's self-deprecation, and couldn't help but be happy: "You have a true temperament, compared to Du Taibai's scheming stinky boy, you are much stronger." ”

Although Ling Hu Chong was respectful and afraid of Du Bai, if someone said that he was not, he would not be happy, but Feng Qingyang's seniority was too high, which was equivalent to his grandfather, so it was inconvenient for Ling Hu Chong to reprimand, so he could only show a smile in another way, and said flattering to Feng Qingyang:

"Eh, Uncle Tai, you are a senior master, can you show some strength, don't say bad things about the head of the house. ”

Feng Qingyang was slightly stunned, and suddenly laughed out loud:

"The old man has lived for more than 80 years, and it is the first time I have heard someone say that I am not strong enough. ”

But Feng Qingyang smiled and smiled, I don't know what I thought, I suddenly opened my mouth wide, my expression was stunned, and I couldn't laugh anymore.

His whole body instantly became strange and lost, and suddenly let out a long sigh, as if there was endless sadness:

"What you said is right, what the head of Du Da said is also right, I am really not strong enough, today I look at the Huashan faction, and recall a lot of past events, Huashan was smoky and miasma, but if I can calm down, I choose to stay in Huashan. In that civil war, am I really going to let them fight?"

A cold wind blew coldly.

Thinking about the cliff suddenly, it became silent and silent again.

Feng Qingyang's regret for the past has drowned him deeply, like the endless gloom and mist of thinking about the cliff.

The white-haired old man in his eighties trembled involuntarily, and finally cried out bitterly.

Ling Hu Chong was shocked when he saw this, he hurriedly walked over to help his uncle, and blamed himself: "Uncle Taishi, they are all bad apprentices, talking nonsense, and making you sad." ”

Feng Qingyang didn't refuse Ling Hu Chong's support, he just turned his head, gently wiped away the tears on his face, and then muttered a few words, I don't know if he was cursing something, and slowly hid the regret and loss in his eyes.

After returning to normal, Feng Qingyang's face was slightly proud, as if he was embarrassed to let Ling Hu Chong help him, and then waved his hand, pushed him aside, and snorted at the same time: "Just you, a child, what can you say to make me sad." ”

But when Feng Qingyang saw that Ling Hu Chong looked like he didn't know what to do after being pushed away by himself, he couldn't help but sigh and said: "In the final analysis, it's all the old man who is not good, Ling Hu Chong, you will practice under my guidance in the future, and it is enough to learn my swordsmanship, as for the fierce temperament of our predecessors, you must not learn it." ”

Linghu Chong didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly responded, but he thought disapprerovingly in his heart:

Uncle Taishi's temperament is fierce, although I have been with Uncle Tai for less than a day, but I can also feel that Uncle Taishi is not only a god-like swordsmanship, but also a great hero with great affection. It's just that even if he is such a hero and has a paranoid temperament, he will inevitably be entangled by the regrets of the past and haunt him for a lifetime. In the final analysis, it is still the head of the family who has a profound realm, and the husband is responsible for it, and he acts with a clear conscience. This is the real style of the leader. In the future, I still have to learn more to be in charge.

Feng Qingyang also had high expectations for Ling Hu Chong, the heir of the Huashan faction, and since he had made up his mind to teach him his swordsmanship, he would not delay any longer, and took Ling Hu Chong into the cave where he thought about the cliff.

"You come with me. ”

In the secret grotto in the cave, Feng Qingyang watched the Ten Elders of the Demon Sect crack the stone wall of the Wuyue Sword Sect's swordsmanship, and suddenly became arrogant, and said to Ling Hu Chong: "Ling Hu Chong, do you want to know, why is our Huashan Sect famous all over the world?"

Ling Hu Chong looked at this Uncle Tai who was suddenly interested, and was a little confused about the situation, so he couldn't help but shake his head and asked:

"Why?"

Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand slightly, and an inexplicable huge internal force immediately appeared in his palm, leading towards the void. The long sword on Ling Hu Chong's waist suddenly came out of its sheath with a 'whoosh', drawing a half-arc trajectory in the air, and fell steadily into Feng Qingyang's hand.

Feng Qingyang held the sword in his hand, and a vast sword qi that no one could suppress suddenly erupted:

"The reason why the Huashan faction is so powerful is because of this sword in our hands!"

As soon as Feng Qingyang's voice fell, the long sword in his hand came to life and came to life.

In an instant, countless subtle and mysterious swordsmanship were displayed.

Ling Hu Chong's expression froze, as if he had seen something extremely incredible, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly. ，

The long sword in Feng Qingyang's hand is like a dream.

But one move, one sword, is clearly the authentic swordsmanship of Huashan.

Feng Qingyang just added an indescribable change to each Huashan sword technique. And the power of this set of Huashan swordsmanship has suddenly increased incredibly.

Sword!

Countless swords!

Feng Qingyang waved his long sword, and instantly swayed an incomparably powerful sword intent, and the world collapsed in an instant, and was rewritten by Feng Qingyang, revealing a world of swords.

Ling Hu Chong was completely stunned, he couldn't say a word, and there was only one voice in his heart that was moaning thousands of times:

Is this still Huashan swordsmanship?