The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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"Grand Uncle, what are you doing?"

Feng Qingyang ignored him and kept muttering for a while before finally stopping and asking, "How much of what I just said did you remember?"

"what?"

Linghu Chong was bewildered; he hadn't been paying attention at all.

Seeing his expression, Feng Qingyang said directly, "Repeat everything I just said."

Linghu Chong frowned. He wanted to leave quickly, but Feng Qingyang was his grand-uncle, so he couldn't be too impolite. He could only recite what he had just heard. However, because he hadn't listened carefully, his recitation was incomplete and somewhat stumbling, but he could still remember most of it.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang's expression changed. He had just recited a part of the general outline of the Dugu Nine Swords, some parts of which were obscure and difficult to pronounce, but Linghu Chong could still remember most of it after listening to it once. This made Feng Qingyang look at Linghu Chong with new respect.

"Although the time was a bit rushed, one night was enough to memorize it by rote."

Feng Qingyang whispered.

"Grand Uncle?"

Seeing his eccentric behavior, Linghu Chong felt increasingly strange.

"Senior Brother, let me come in and help you."

Lu Dayou, who had been waiting outside for a long time, thought that Linghu Chong hadn't finished getting ready yet and planned to come in to help.

Just as he reached the cave entrance, a dark shadow flashed by, and before Lu Dayou could see it clearly, he collapsed to the ground.

"Junior Brother Lu!"

Linghu Chong was shocked: "Grandmaster Uncle, what are you doing?"

Feng Qingyang withdrew his hand and turned to look at Linghu Chong: "Your junior brother has fallen unconscious, but he will wake up the next day."

Linghu Chong was utterly puzzled: "Grandmaster Uncle, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Feng Qingyang remained calm.

"You have one night to learn swordsmanship."

Linghu Chong was speechless: "Grandmaster Uncle, what time is it? I have to hurry down the mountain to help. I don't have time to study."

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but chuckle: "Back then, countless people in the martial arts world wanted to learn the peerless sword technique, the Dugu Nine Swords, but now you don't want to learn it."

Dugu Nine Swords?

Peerless swordsmanship?

Linghu Chong looked suspicious.

He didn't believe any sword technique could compare to the Huashan sword technique.

The saying "The sword emerges from Mount Hua" is not just empty words.

"What? You don't believe it?"

Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow.

Seeing Linghu Chong's suspicious expression, Feng Qingyang didn't explain anything. He lightly flicked the hilt of Lu Dayou's sword on the ground with his toe, and the hilt flew out and landed in his hand.

"Look carefully."

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang flicked his longsword and thrust it forward.

Feng Qingyang suddenly launched an attack, catching Linghu Chong off guard. He hastily prepared to respond, but just as he was about to draw his sword to block, he discovered that Feng Qingyang's sword strike was ordinary but extremely strange and cunning. After thinking hard, he found that he could not think of any way to defend against it. Every time he thought of a sword technique, he had a premonition that it would be broken before he could use it.

While Linghu Chong was still in a daze, a cold sensation entered his forehead.

The tip of Feng Qingyang's longsword was already touching his forehead.

"This this……"

Linghu Chong's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hands and feet were ice-cold.

"how?"

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Feng Qingyang sheathed his sword and asked him what was wrong.

Linghu Chong revealed an awkward smile.

"Grandmaster Uncle's swordsmanship is divine. This sword strike is exceptionally wonderful. I just thought of seven or eight different sword techniques, but I still couldn't deal with it."

"hehe."

Feng Qingyang laughed: "Do you want to learn now?"

"think."

Linghu Chong nodded without hesitation.

"But I still don't have time to learn now. I'll learn from my grandmaster uncle when I come back next time."

Feng Qingyang looked at him speechlessly: "What's your rush? I just heard you say that those people who want to come to Mount Hua still have a few days. You can learn before you go down the mountain. There are so many disciples at Mount Hua, they don't need you for the time being."

"But……"

Linghu Chong frowned, a struggling expression on his face.

Feng Qingyang looked at him and said, "After you learn the Dugu Nine Swords, your martial arts will be incomparable to what it was before. Only when you go down the mountain then can you bring the greatest help to your sect and save your junior brothers and sisters."

Hearing this, Linghu Chong was persuaded and knelt down.

"I understand, my grand-disciple. Please teach me the Dugu Nine Swords."

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "Get up."

After Linghu Chong got up, Feng Qingyang did not teach him swordsmanship immediately. Instead, he instructed him, "No one else in the world knows this swordsmanship except me. Now that you have joined us, it can be said that there is a successor."

"But remember, you must never mention my existence to anyone again, or I will kill you the moment I find out."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong opened his mouth, but could only nod in agreement.

"Yes."

……

The next morning, Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou went down the mountain early.

"Senior Brother, my neck hurts so much."

On the way, Lu Dayou kept moving his neck, only to feel soreness in his neck.

"You probably just have a stiff neck. You should rest more when you get back."

Linghu Chong replied casually.

"Ok."

Lu Da nodded, looking worried.

This morning, after Lu Dayou woke up, Linghu Chong said that he had suddenly fainted and had rested on the mountain overnight. Lu Dayou himself did not know why he had suddenly fainted. After being fooled by Linghu Chong, he thought it was due to his own physical condition and even planned to go to Xi'an Prefecture to see a doctor after this incident.

After descending Jade Maiden Peak, the two arrived at the Pavilion of Unwavering Deeds, where Yue Buqun was reading a book.

"Master."

Lu Dayou and Linghu Chong stepped forward and bowed.

"Ah."

Yue Buqun put down his book, nodded, and didn't ask Linghu Chong why he had only come down the mountain today. He said, "You have been practicing your skills at the Cliff of Contemplation all this time. I'm sure Dayou has already told you everything that happened. Go and rest now. When those people come to my Mount Hua, we will need your help to the sect."

Linghu Chong nodded respectfully: "Yes, Master."

Yue Buqun nodded, picked up the book again, and waved his hand: "Go."

Seeing Yue Buqun's calm and composed demeanor, as if the provocation that was about to happen was of no concern to him, Linghu Chong's sense of urgency when he came down the mountain eased slightly, and he and Lu Dayou withdrew.

……

Four days later.

Jiang Ning was wiping his sword inside the room.

Two long swords hung on the wall beside him. One was his sword that had been with him for many years, and the other was the sword that Yue Buqun had given him before he went to Sichuan.

Jiang Ning wiped the sword blade with a handkerchief over and over again. The smooth, snow-white blade reflected Jiang Ning's cold face, and his obsidian eyes contained a chilling coldness.

"To sweep away all demons and monsters in the world."

Jiang Ning looked at the sword in his hand and muttered to himself.

His eyes were like ice, but a blazing fire was burning fiercely in his heart.

Chapter 174: Master and Disciple Descend the Mountain

Since Zhang Daoshi and the Hengshan Sect sent the message, Jiang Ning has stopped practicing martial arts.

He has now hit a bottleneck, and his progress has almost stagnated. Continuing to train hard will not yield any results, so Jiang Ning simply paused and adjusted his mindset.

"Master."

Liu Zhao's voice rang out from outside.

Liu Zhao pushed open the door and walked in.

"Master, Grandmaster sent me to call you. Fourth Uncle and the others have returned."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning stood up, sheathed his longsword, and then went out with Liu Zhao.

Throughout the journey, Liu Zhao maintained a serious expression, occasionally glancing at Jiang Ning beside him.

"how?"

Jiang Ning noticed his expression.

Liu Zhao hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Master, will the Huashan Sect perish?"

Jiang Ning turned to look at him, then turned back.

"will not."

Jiang Ning's voice was neither loud nor resolute, but it inexplicably reassured Liu Zhao.

He had been in the Huashan Sect for so long and had gotten used to it. Many of his senior uncles and masters treated him very well. His grandmaster Yue Buqun and grandmaster Ning Zhongze's affection for him had made him stay in the Huashan Sect.

Jiang Ning walked a little faster and soon gained a slight lead over Liu Zhao.

Liu Zhao raised his head to look at the figure in front of him, and took a few steps to catch up with Jiang Ning's back, walking alongside Jiang Ning again.

As Liu Zhao walked, he secretly glanced at Jiang Ning beside him, unconsciously imitating his gait and straightening his posture.

Upon arriving at the main hall, Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, Linghu Chong, Feng Buping, and several other Huashan disciples who had previously gone down the mountain to investigate were already there, along with Shi Daizi and a few others.

"Master and Mistress, Uncle Feng, Senior Brother."

Upon entering the hall, Jiang Ning first bowed to the group, and Liu Zhao followed suit with a serious expression.

"Ning'er, you've come at the right time."

Yue Buqun said, "Your fourth senior brother and the others have already brought back some intelligence."

"Two gangs and some idlers have already arrived at the foot of Mount Hua, one is the Flying Tiger Gang and the other is the Sky Wolf Gang."

At this time, these people had gathered in a village at the foot of Mount Hua and had no immediate plans to go up the mountain.

A few days ago, when Liang Fa led some of his fellow disciples down the mountain, he had already advised the local people to leave temporarily. As a result, the villages around Mount Hua are now deserted. The magistrate of Huayin County at the foot of the mountain fled overnight after hearing the news.

These people from all walks of life who have already arrived at Mount Hua are preparing to wait for other gangs to arrive before heading up Mount Hua together.

As Jiang Ning listened to Yue Buqun's words, he began to recall the information about the two gangs.

The Flying Tigers gang has more than seventy members, but its leader, Ma Zitian, is only of second-rate strength, making it a very weak gang.

The other Tianlang Gang is quite strong, with hundreds of members. However, they are all gang members. Although there are many people, most of them are not even third-rate in martial arts. Only the gang leader, deputy gang leader and a few hall masters are second-rate. Now the Tianlang Gang has also sent more than 100 members to Mount Hua, but several hall masters came, led by the deputy gang leader.

These people are quite famous in their respective spheres of influence.

"Fourth Senior Brother, do you have any information about those independent cultivators?"

Jiang Ning turned to look at Shi Daizi.

Shi Daizi nodded and said, "I know a little, but not much. We overheard it when we were eavesdropping on their conversation."