"How is your master doing lately?"
Speaking of which, Yue Buqun was the first martial arts master he had recruited. Although he was much inferior in strength to Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, Song Xuan still valued him.
"My master..."
Speaking of his master, Linghu Chong looked hesitant and melancholy, as if he was hesitant to speak.
Seeing this, Song Xuan had a rough idea and said, "Why, could it be that something went wrong with your master after returning to Huashan?"
Linghu Chong nodded, "Master was normal at first after he returned to the mountain, and he and his wife were very affectionate, but after half a month, his temper began to change drastically."
Linghu Chong frowned and said, "I don't know what happened to Master, but I can clearly feel that Master's character has become moody, irritable and prone to anger.
In addition, his temperament also began to become withdrawn, and he began to practice in seclusion at every turn. He did not even allow anyone to disturb his retreat. Even his wife was scolded by him several times. "
Song Xuan said oh, it seems that between breaking through the innate and becoming a man, Yue Buqun finally chose to become an innate warrior.
Yue Buqun's situation is actually very embarrassing.
The Huashan School's Zixia Kung Fu is essentially a type of boy's kung fu. If you want to achieve success on the road to martial arts, you must remain a boy.
But it is a pity that the Huashan Qi Sect and the Sword Sect were fighting internally, and the Huashan Sect declined. There were no senior masters to guide Yue Buqun on how to practice.
This also caused Yue Buqun to lose his virginity when he got married and had children in ignorance. Therefore, even though he had accumulated the inner strength of Zixia Kung for decades, he was still unable to break through to the innate realm.
If you want to change this embarrassing situation, you can only practice other exercises.
But the inner strength and mental method can't be replaced by changing it. If it is changed at will, the Zixia skill that Yue Buqun has practiced hard for decades will be in vain.
The evil-repelling sword manual, which can be practiced by using the sword to deviate and cut forward, became the most suitable martial art for Yue Buqun.
There is no need to dissipate Zixia's internal power, and there are not too many martial arts restrictions. All you need to do is be ruthless and give yourself a knife to break through the bottleneck that has been stuck for many years and become the innate warrior that everyone aspires to.
For a leader like Yue Buqun who valued the revitalization of the sect more than his own life, he was bound to kill him with this knife.
"It's not easy for your master either."
Song Xuan sighed.
In fact, from Yue Buqun's perspective, the other party's situation was actually very desperate.
There are no masters in the sect, so he can only rely on gaining fame in the world and relying on the reputation of Junzijian to support the sect.
However, the eldest disciple who had high hopes for him had a wild and unrestrained temperament and had no sense of sect responsibility. He made a bunch of random friends at every turn, trying to lower the prestige of the Huashan Sect again and again.
On the outside, Zuo Lengchan, the so-called Wuyue Sword Sect, has been eyeing the other sects to annex it. Under internal and external troubles, as the leader of the Huashan Sect, there are only two paths in front of him.
Either lie down and let it be, or go crazy and do whatever it takes!
After briefly chatting with Linghu Chong about the situation of the Huashan Sect, the brother and sister went back to their guest rooms to rest.
Linghu Chong has good martial arts qualifications and high growth potential, but he doesn't want to make too many friends.
Without him, this kind of person lacks a sense of responsibility and has no firm stance. No matter how nice you are to him, he will easily become dissatisfied with you because of one thing and end up standing against you.
If before breaking through to the Xiantian realm, Song Xuan might even try to use the other party as a tool to get the Dugu Nine Swords from him.
But now, there is no need for that.
If he wanted the Dugu Nine Swords, he could go directly to Huashan to find Feng Qingyang. There was no need for the middleman Linghu Chong to make the difference.
...
In the middle of the night, in the snow outside Huiyan Tower, there were dark shadows, and more than a dozen figures gathered in a corner.
"Are you sure?" someone asked in a low voice.
"It's confirmed, the brother and sister named Song live in Huiyan Tower."
"Brother, Jin Jiuling is dead and has left. The helpers he sought have all dispersed. Do we still need to assassinate that person?"
A masked burly man whispered: "I don't care about others, but I was saved by Jin Jiuling, so I have to avenge him!
This trip is very dangerous. If you are afraid, you can leave now. This is my personal grudge and there is no need to implicate you. "
"What did brother say? Are we greedy for life and afraid of death? Brother, please give your orders. What should we do next?"
The burly man sighed with emotion: "I, Shi Tiezhu, am really lucky to meet good brothers like you in my life. Let's sneak out the door later, don't fight hard, just use smoke.
This is a good thing that Jin Jiuling gave me back then. Even if an innate warrior is hit by the attack, he will fall asleep. In this world, it is not just those with good martial arts who can sit back and relax! "
"Hehe, if that's the case, brother, can that girl named Song Qian give the brothers some pleasure first? This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful woman!"
"No problem, after subduing them, brothers, do whatever you want!"
The burly man smiled heartily, and when he was about to give the order to set off, he found a young figure standing in the shadow corner.
The most eye-catching thing is that the other party has a big bald head that shines in the moonlight.
"Who are you?"
The face of the burly man Shi Tiezhu changed. Jin Jiuling specifically wrote a letter requesting him to assassinate Song Xuan. His strength was naturally not weak. He was a powerful innate warrior in the world.
But at this moment, he had a look of fear on his face, and he had no idea when the bald man appeared.
In response to his question, the bald man did not answer, but said calmly, "I want to ask, are the two brothers and sisters named Song you just mentioned called Song Xuan and Song Qian?"
"Oh? Your Excellency knows them and wants to intervene in this matter?"
The bald man nodded, "I don't care how you deal with others. If you deal with Song Qian, you will die!"
Shi Tiezhu was startled and immediately understood that the person in front of him should be Song Qian's suitor.
According to a rumor that has recently spread from unknown sources, this person is Song Qian’s licking dog!
Sure enough, Jin Jiuling's death was not unjust. With Song Qian's beauty, God knows how many such lickers there are!
The next moment, he stopped talking nonsense, and with a movement of his body, he suddenly rose to a height of two feet, flipped upside down in the air, pressed down with his palm, and the fierce energy enveloped the bald young man's body.
He practiced palm kung fu, and combined with the innate true energy to press down with his palm, the violent energy was like a mountain falling down, directly shattering the courtyard wall next to him.
At the same time, the bald young man also drew his sword.
The sword light flashed, and a sharp and short whistle came out of thin air, turning into a jumping note. Along with the chirping sound, the sword light came first and penetrated Shi Tiezhu's throat like thunder.
