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

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

Feng Buping, Yue Buqun and others remained silent.

Feng Qingyang asked his own confusion, and said: "Buping, not worrying, why did you come to Huashan to find me? How did you know that I am here?"

Feng Buping said respectfully: "Uncle Feng, more than a month ago, the unequal people heard that in the Jianghu..."

Tell Feng Qingyang in detail about the things that have caused a lot of trouble in the world.

Feng Qingyang frowned after listening, and remained silent.

Feng Qingyang doesn't know Bai Xiaosheng from Jianghu, he lives in seclusion in Siguoya, how does this person know that he is still alive, and even put his name at the first place in that list, it's quite strange It's a bit like setting yourself on fire.

Feng Qingyang frowned and pondered, but he suspected a person, secretly thinking that the person was mysterious, and he was the only person who had contact with him recently, relying on the power behind that person, it was possible to do these things.It seems that this person has not given up.

Seeing Feng Qingyang frowned and remained silent, Feng Buping didn't dare to disturb him, and bowed and waited beside him.

Not long after, turning his head to look at Feng Buping, Feng Qingyang said: "Okay, I've seen you too, I'll go first."

Feng Qingyang probably guessed that Feng Bupingren came to find him, but Feng Qingyang didn't want to participate anymore, he was really tired of the sword qi battle.His character is an unrestrained temperament, asking him to lead the disciples of Jianzong to fight and fight is really inconsistent with his temperament.

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

Feng Buping looked at it, and said anxiously: "Uncle Feng, wait a moment, we are disciples of the Sword Sect, and there is no leader among the dragons, so we still need Uncle Feng to lead us..."

Feng Qingyang raised his hand and interrupted Feng Buping's next words, a little impatiently said: "If you want to fight, just practice martial arts well and fight by yourself, but I have no interest."

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

When Feng Buping heard Feng Qingyang's words, he felt a little urgent.

Feng Buping thought of how many conflicts he and the others had had with other gangs in order to find a place to stand. The disciples of the Sword Sect were all dead and gone, and now Only myself and Cheng Buyou, Never Give Up, Quan Buhan and Chu Bugang are left.

It was hard to see a little hope, but it was instantly shattered.

As the senior brother of Jianzong, Feng Buping has endured too much pressure. He is really afraid of failing his master's entrustment, and he is really afraid that Huashan Jianzong will disappear in his own hands.

Feng Buping was bitter in his heart, bent his legs, knelt on the ground, and hissed, "Master Feng, please save the disciples, save the Huashan Sword Sect, for the sake of the master, we will be kicked out of Huashan ,outside……"

When Cheng Buyou and the others saw the elder brother kneeling down, they all knelt down too.

Feng Buping poked his head on the ground, and regardless of Feng Qingyang's expression, he narrated the grievances and sufferings he and others had suffered, as if a child outside saw the elders at home crying and venting.

Never give up and others have already burst into tears.

Feng Qingyang took back the steps he had taken, and the more he heard it, the more moved he became.

On the other side, Ning Zhongze, who was standing there, had already covered his mouth with his hands and was full of tears. The surrounding Huashan disciples who had entered the sect early looked at the former disciples of the Huashan sect who left Huashan because of disagreements. Deputy Tiandi, there are only five people left.It is also heartfelt, and the drawn sword is silently returned to its sheath.

Yue Buqun also had a dignified face when he heard it. After all, it wasn't the "Gentleman's Sword" decades later, and he felt a little emotional.

Yue Buqun turned his head to look at the surrounding Huashan disciples, his complexion changed slightly, and he returned to emotion, the dispute of orthodoxy, and he would never give in, looking at the expressions of the surrounding disciples, he secretly thought something was wrong.

After Feng Qingyang listened, he 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 this clear, we were not the ones who drove you out of China..."

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 who were kneeling in front of him with complicated eyes, and said with emotion: "Everyone, get up."

Feng Buping stuck his head on the ground, but there was no response, Cheng Buyou and the other four, seeing that the senior brothers couldn't stand it, naturally remained motionless.

Feng Qingyang looked at it, thought about the misery 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."

When Yue Buqun heard this, his face turned ashen.

Feng Qingyang didn't look at him either, after thinking about it, he was really annoyed by the bullshit of sword qi fights, and said: "But you can't go up to Huashan Mountain, and fight with Qizong disciples again, if you can do it, get up Right. If you can’t do it, and you still can’t let go of the battle of sword qi, then you can kneel and die here.”

After hearing this, Feng Buping got up quickly, 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 you are an elder, you have done a little too much, haven't you?"

Feng Qingyang turned around, looked at Yue Buqun, pointed at Feng Buping, and said, "Have you done it? Or do you want to force them to death?"

Yue Buqun was dumb, but still said in a deep voice: "But if you don't say anything, you want to let these people stay in Huashan. Where will Buqun be placed? Where will Huashan faction be placed?"

Feng Qingyang was silent for a while, and felt that he was a little thoughtless as an elder, but the words had already been spoken, besides, Feng Qingyang really wanted the disciples of the Sword Sect to stay in Huashan. The prestige of the group in front of the disciples.

Feng Qingyang could only say: "Yue Buqun, they are also Huashan disciples, so it's only natural for them to stay in Huashan."

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

Seeing Yue Buqun's actions, Feng Buping said angrily, "Yue Buqun, you are presumptuous."

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

After Yue Buqun drew out his long sword, he held it horizontally in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Buqun knows that he is not the opponent of Master Feng, but Buqun has his own responsibilities and principles, so he is still waiting for Master Feng to teach him."

At this moment, Feng Qingyang admired it a little, nodded in agreement, and said lightly: "You have your position, and I have mine, and today I can't tell who is right and who is wrong."

After hearing this, Yue Buqun was noncommittal, cupped his hands and said, "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 and middle fingers like sword fingers, and said, "Go ahead."

Yue Buqun took a deep breath, with a purple expression on his face, but he fully urged Zixia's magical power, swung his sword sharply, and used Huashan Liuhe swordsmanship, attacking Feng Qingyang.

The wind was clear and the eight winds were motionless, and only waved the sword finger when the long sword was handed in front of him.

Yue Buqun only felt a blur in front of his eyes, a pain in his wrist, and he dropped his long sword.

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

Feng Qingyang shook his head secretly, the swordsmanship has its merits but not its spirit.

Feng Buping looked at it with excitement.

……

In a few days, all the people in the rivers and lakes near Huashan knew that there was a Huashan Sword Sect in Huashan.

Huashan Sword Sect, open the door to accept disciples.

Because of Feng Qingyang's reputation, many families sent their children to Jianzong to learn martial arts.

The Huashan Jianzong is located, because it was first built, it is not grand.

Feng Qingyang looked down, Feng BuPing was earnestly teaching the basic swordsmanship to the newcomers, feeling that Jian Zong was slowly recuperating, there was a hint of a smile on his face.

Feng Qingyang no longer lives in Siguoya.

……

One night, a black shadow went up the Cliff of Thoughts.

Heiying found Siguoya's cave and rushed in.

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

Finally, the black shadow walked to a mountain wall, knocked and listened, and seemed to have found a place.

He untied the long sword behind his back, drew his sword silently to channel his true energy, and stabbed at the mountain wall, only to hear a muffled "poof", the long sword seemed to have penetrated the mountain wall.

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