The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 6 Yue Buqun's Sorrow and Joy

It’s almost been a month since the last competition.

The weather in September is mostly cool and crisp, with occasional cloudy and rainy days.

That afternoon, the sky was overcast and drizzles of rain fell, shrouding the peaks of Mount Huashan in misty rain.

A middle-aged man in a green shirt and with an elegant temperament, holding a sword in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other, strolled up the green stone steps of Mount Huashan.

The steps were slippery and filled with water vapor, but it couldn't slow him down for even a second. As he took several steps, seven or eight steps were left behind.

After returning to the sect's residence and knocking on the gate, Ning Zhongze opened the door and came out, shouting happily: "Senior Brother, you're back!"

A smile appeared on Yue Buqun's tired face: "Junior sister, I'm back!"

He folded the oil-paper umbrella and placed it at the door. The two returned to the house. Ning Zhongze asked Yue Buqun to go back to the house and change into dry clothes. When they came out, a bowl of steaming ginger soup was already on the table.

Yue Buqun picked up the soup bowl and took a sip. The fatigue on his face dissipated a little, but there was still a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Ning Zhongze saw this and asked with concern: "Brother, did you encounter any trouble when you went down the mountain this time?"

Yue Buqun put down the tea bowl and said, "Although the process was a bit troublesome, I caught up with and dealt with all those gangsters who committed crimes in Huashan."

After a pause, he sighed and continued, "However, in the past few years, more and more criminals have come to Huashan to commit crimes. I can't help but feel a little worried!"

Ning Zhongze raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Brother, those people dared to come to our Huashan territory to commit crimes, which means they don't take our Huashan Sect seriously. In the past, who would dare to come here and act so presumptuously?"

"Brother, please be at ease. If there are evil people coming to attack us next time, at worst, I will go down the mountain with you to hunt them down!"

Yue Buqun shook his head and said, “This is not right. I left my sister on the mountain to protect Huashan Sect. If you and I go down the mountain at the same time, there will be no one guarding the mountain. A strong man can kill all the disciples of Huashan Sect at once!”

"It's a pity that, except Chong'er, the other disciples have not yet mastered martial arts and cannot go down the mountain with you to eliminate evil." Ning Zhongze frowned, pondered for a while, and said: "Next time you go down the mountain, let Chong'er accompany you. Chong'er has made some progress in martial arts now, and he can still be of some use."

Yue Buqun closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. His expression had calmed down: "We'll see when the time comes!"

After the Qi Sword Rebellion, almost all the disciples of the Huashan Sect were killed or injured. This powerful sect, which was once feared by all, disappeared overnight.

There were only a few cats left, big and small, and they separated because of their different bullshit ideas!

Yue Buqun and his wife supported each other hand in hand, recruited disciples, and struggled to maintain the last bit of dignity of the Huashan Sect.

Compared to the prosperity of the other four of the Five Mountains Sword Sects, the Huashan Sect is now weak and even the territory under its jurisdiction has been shrinking again and again, with only a hundred miles of area at the foot of the mountain left.

Over the years, Yue Buqun has spent most of his time running around the mountain, punishing evil, protecting the good, and preventing the Huashan Sect from being looked down upon.

If he had not been busy all these years, how could those wealthy merchants and other "good" families in the towns below the mountain constantly send gifts and goods to the mountain during festivals, so that the disciples of Huashan Sect would not have to worry about food, clothing and other expenses? !

The burden of the entire Huashan Sect rests on the shoulders of Yue Buqun alone. In front of his disciples, he always maintains the image of a dignified, steady and strict teacher, but he only relaxes a little in front of his junior sister Ning Zhongze.

Ning Zhongze naturally knew how difficult it was for his senior brother, and a look of heartache appeared on his face.

Seeing that he was regulating his breathing and cultivating, he turned and went into the kitchen in the backyard, cooked a few dishes himself, and brought them back to the table in the house.

After Yue Buqun finished regulating his breathing, the two of them sat at the table to eat. At this time, Ning Zhongze told his senior brother about his young disciple's creation of the "Eight Huashan Dances".

When Yue Buqun first heard it, he couldn't help but smile slightly. After listening to his junior sister talking about the effectiveness of "Eight Huashan Exercises" and verifying it personally, his face finally showed a bit of astonishment and disbelief.

"Junior sister, are you telling the truth?"

"You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Did Xingchen really create a new method of cultivating internal energy?"

"How is this possible? He is only eight years old."

After several surprises and inquiries, Yue Buqun was still somewhat skeptical despite the repeated assurances from his junior sister Ning Zhongze.

It was not until Ning Zhongze taught the "Eight Huashan Skills" to Yue Buqun that Yue Buqun personally practiced them several times before he stood there with his eyes wide open and muttered to himself: "This is simply unbelievable! Unbelievable!" He and Ning Zhongze had surprisingly consistent ideas. If he had just created a set of sword techniques and boxing techniques, they would have just laughed and regarded it as a disciple's play and would not have cared at all. But this was a method of practicing the Huashan Mental Method that could accelerate the development of the situation. The development of things was completely beyond their imagination, and for a while, they were unable to accept it.

It took Yue Buqun a long while to calm his wildly fluctuating emotions.

After practicing the "Eight Huashan Moves" once again, feeling the surging Qi in his body, he shook his head and exclaimed: "Using the external training movements of Huashan Sword Technique to drive the circulation of Huashan Heart Technique, the method seems to be derived from Huashan Sword Technique, but its principle has actually exceeded the boundaries of Huashan Sword Technique. I hate that he is really amazing!"

"However, this may be because our Huashan Sect's ancestors are still alive, so they allowed such a smart and intelligent disciple to become our Huashan Sect disciple!"

Even with Yue Buqun's calmness, he still sounded a little long-winded at this moment.

After a night's rest, he summoned all his disciples to meet him the next day. When he saw the small figure of Xu Xingchen, there was always an indescribable weirdness in his eyes.

First, they tested their knowledge as usual, then they competed in swordsmanship, and then they were given pointers on their strengths and weaknesses.

Yue Buqun felt that the degree of progress made by the disciples was quite good. At least, none of the disciples were really lazy.

After a lively family dinner at noon, Linghu Chong secretly drank a lot of wine. When the banquet ended, his face was red and his steps were staggering. He was caught by Yue Buqun and criticized, and was punished to copy the "Three Character Classic" a hundred times. Linghu Chong was so worried that he looked bitter.

After all the disciples had left, his daughter Yue Lingshan had disappeared. Xu Xingchen was kept by his master and taken to the study for a detailed chat.

"Xingchen, tell me about the process of your creation of the Eight Plays of Mount Hua!" Yue Buqun said.

"Yes, Master!" Xu Xingchen, who was sitting respectfully below, sorted out his thoughts and began to explain to Yue Buqun.

From the initial reason for creation, to the later study of the Daoist Canon and the Book of Changes, to the functions of each meridian in the body, the effects of each acupoint, and which meridians and acupoints will be affected by each movement.
Xu Xingchen, a scientific research genius in his previous life, often made summary reports on his research results. He had written countless written materials of that kind.

At this time, he unraveled all the steps, concepts, conjectures, trial and error processes in his research work over the past six months, sorted them out one by one, and then told Yue Buqun about them one by one.

Yue Buqun listened at first, nodding in praise from time to time and saying a few words, but soon he became silent, just nodding occasionally, letting Xu Xingchen continue speaking.

The words spoken by the little disciple in front of him were simple and straightforward, without any obscurity. He understood them as soon as he heard them, and comprehended them as soon as he thought about them. He had a thorough understanding of all the ideas, processes, and results of the creation.

But precisely because he heard it so clearly, he was able to sense the difference in this young disciple.

Even though he understood these processes now, if he did not have the courage to innovate and the wisdom to apply what he had learned to other situations, he would not be able to create such a new internal strength practice method as the "Eight Huashan Exercises".

After listening to the "academic report" for more than an hour, when it was over, Yue Buqun had only one thought in his mind: "This boy is not inferior to the founders of various schools and sects."

"Xingchen, remember, you must never tell anyone other than your master and your mistress about the Eight Magicians of Mount Hua!"

Yue Buqun, like Ning Zhongze, also gave Xu Xingchen the same advice, and then persuaded him again: "Xingchen, you are too impatient. Martial arts cannot be mastered overnight. Even if you created the Eight Huashan Skills, you still need to be patient and practice diligently."

"With your talent for martial arts, your martial arts skills will surely be outstanding in the future. It will be no problem for you to avenge your parents."

"Yes, disciple understands!" Xu Xingchen replied respectfully.

In his heart, revenge for his parents in this life is his due responsibility, but he also likes to practice martial arts and swordplay, and explore the mysteries of martial arts. However, there are many things that need not be said.

"Okay, you go back first." Yue Buqun waved his hand, letting Xu Xingchen leave first, then sat on a chair, closed his eyes and thought.

Just now, he couldn't show any other expression in front of his disciple. In fact, during the little disciple's explanation, there were many places that he had to ponder for a while, and there were also a few places that made him feel as if he was suddenly enlightened and that's how it is. He felt that he had a better understanding of the Huashan Mental Method and Huashan Sword Method that he had practiced since he was a child.

Ning Zhongze came in with tea, and seeing Yue Buqun closing his eyes in thought, he immediately smiled and said, "How is it? Xingchen impressed you?"

Yue Buqun opened his eyes and sighed, "Xingchen is different from everyone else. At a young age, he is calm and steady, unlike ordinary people. He just explained to me the process of creating merit in an orderly and eloquent manner. Even those Taoists who have lived for decades may not be able to match his in-depth understanding of the Daozang and the Book of Changes."

"It is truly a blessing from God that our Huashan Sect has such a talented disciple like Youhen!"

"But he is still young, so we must not let outsiders know that he has extraordinary talent, otherwise, he may be envied by God!"

Ning Zhongze nodded in agreement: "I reminded him not to tell others about his achievements!"

"That's great!"

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(End of this chapter)