The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: Yue Buqun of Mount Hua

"Father, your swordsmanship has improved again! You're really amazing!"

Before anyone knew it, Yue Lingshan appeared beside them. Her long dress swept the ground, her sash fluttered in the wind, and her bright, mischievous eyes revealed a hint of cunning. She was a lively and adorable young girl.

Beside her was a group of female disciples, each one charming and lovely. They had been practicing martial arts for many years and had beautiful figures. Holding long swords, they looked heroic and valiant.

Everyone looked at him with admiration: "Master, your swordsmanship is amazing."

"Master, you are amazing."

A group of disciples cried out in sweet voices, their voices soft and sweet, almost cloyingly so, making everyone who heard them feel light as a feather.

There were only two masters of the "Bu" generation in Huashan, him and Ning Zhongze. He was responsible for teaching the male disciples, and Ning Zhongze was responsible for teaching the female disciples. Although there were not many, there were still more than a dozen girls in their teens. They were all different types, each with their own unique charm. Even just admiring them was a pleasure.

Who doesn't like to hear compliments, especially when facing a beautiful woman?

Yue Buqun felt flattered by the praise. He sheathed his sword and stood there, sighing inwardly that he was still not settled down. He did not have the ability of his father, Yue Buqun, who had experienced the world and remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. A few young girls were already too much for him to handle.

But he is himself, and Lao Yue is Lao Yue. Why should he suppress his inner emotions? Is it wrong to like beautiful women? He practices swordsmanship diligently, hoping to become the best in the world, all for the sake of being free and unrestrained.

Rather than enduring internal strife and wasting your own life, it's better to go crazy and strife others.

A group of people, led by Yue Lingshan, surrounded him and placed him in the middle.

"Father, your swordsmanship has improved again. When will you teach me a few moves?"

"Yes, Master, we also want to learn swordsmanship."

"Master, good master, please teach us."

Several bold women tugged at his sleeves, their voices sweet and soft, drawn out in a way that made one's bones feel light. When had he ever faced so many beautiful women? Listen to their words—they were so full of adoration.

"Has Master Sun finished teaching?"

Ah, this...

The group of people lowered their heads. They just didn't want to study, which was why they encouraged their junior sister to skip class and run away to find their master.

So what if the master is strict? Can he still yell at his junior sister?

As for them, female disciples, they always have some privileges. Which fellow disciple doesn't like them and spoils them a bit?

"Father, my dear father, please teach me swordsmanship." Yue Lingshan changed the subject, not wanting to say more.

"Alright, I will teach you the basic swordsmanship." Yue Buqun nodded in agreement.

Basic swordsmanship is the simplest of all sword techniques, including a variety of sword movements such as thrusting, chopping, pointing, flicking, picking, snapping, intercepting, slashing, wiping, cutting, clouding, hanging, parrying, and pressing. Each movement has specific offensive and defensive uses and key points for practice.

It may seem simple, but it requires footwork, such as bow stance, empty stance, T-stance, resting stance, crouching stance, inserting stance, sitting stance, leaping stance, following stance, jumping stance, etc., combined with body movements such as stepping forward, stepping backward, dodging, turning, flipping, twisting, etc.

The combination of footwork and swordsmanship cultivates body balance, agile movement, and fluidity of action.

Only by mastering the basic sword techniques and building a solid foundation can one practice advanced sword techniques.

"Thank you, Master."

Everyone was overjoyed, thanked him happily, and obediently followed him to learn swordsmanship.

Yue Buqun leaped onto the high platform and swung his sword, prompting everyone else to follow suit.

The group's movements were perfectly synchronized, a sight to behold.

After practicing twice with them, Yue Buqun let them practice on their own. He corrected the mistakes in their swordsmanship one by one. The same sword technique, when facing different scenarios and different enemies, can have completely different effects if the angle is slightly higher or lower, or slightly more or less.

In the hands of an ordinary person, Taizu Changquan is nothing more than a martial art for physical training. Some people jokingly call it the Song Dynasty's radio calisthenics. But in the hands of Qiao Feng, it becomes a top-notch divine skill. His posture is elegant and graceful, and his strength is both hard and soft, reaching the realm of perfect martial arts. It can be described as turning the rotten into the miraculous.

You guys still need to practice!

It wasn't until noon, when their stomachs were growling with hunger, that they finally put away their swords.

"Thank you for your guidance, Father," Yue Lingshan said sweetly, clutching his sleeve affectionately.

"It's alright, it's what I should do. Since you refuse to listen to Master Sun, copy the Thousand Character Classic ten times tonight, and I'll check it tomorrow."

"what!"

The group of disciples were dumbfounded. "No way, we're practicing swordsmanship here, and you're asking me to copy the Thousand Character Classic ten times? Are you kidding me?"

"What do you mean, 'ah'? As the junior sister, you're the one who led the way in skipping class, so you should copy the lessons too." He ended by saying this to Yue Lingshan.

Yue Lingshan's face immediately scrunched up. "Why? I'm your daughter! How can you treat me like this?"

"On what grounds?"

"Because you're my daughter."

"If you keep doing this, I won't offer incense for you anymore." Yue Lingshan directly threatened her with her funeral arrangements, saying, "If you keep harming your daughter like this, no one will be there to mourn you in the future."

"You don't need to burn incense, I'll give you a younger brother." Yue Buqun said this and left gracefully.

Poor daughter, this is something men do, okay? You've never seen a daughter dressed in mourning clothes and breaking old pots for her parents, it's always the sons.

A family without sons is called "extinction of the family line".

Uh, Yue Buqun suddenly felt something was wrong. He didn't seem to have a son. Oh well, many people chose to be childless later on, so who cares about that?

In his previous life, he died by jumping into the sea after falling seriously ill, instead of being hit by the time-traveling artifact, the dump truck.

Of course, he didn't jump into the sea in despair. Instead, after being diagnosed with a terminal illness, he quit his job, sold his house and car, and embarked on a spontaneous trip.

Since there's no cure, let's enjoy life to the fullest within our limited time.

Travel across China and abroad, embark on a cruise to enjoy the world's beautiful scenery and taste the world's delicacies.

When he could no longer suppress the pain, he stood on the deck, holding a wine glass, and raised it to the setting sun, inviting the sun to drink the wine. Then he stretched out his arm and let go, watching the wine glass fall into the sea. He did a beautiful Thomas Flair and fell into the sea.

My last thought before I died was: the seawater is too salty!

As long as I die quickly enough, the pain won't catch up with me.

As for the corpse, think of Emperor Lizong of Song, the old witch, Galileo, Einstein—even famous figures throughout history have suffered such fates, so why should he care?

With the sea as my coffin and the sky as my tomb, I roam freely between heaven and earth.

This is this...

Yue Lingshan stomped her foot in anger, glaring fiercely at her father's departing figure. She gritted her teeth, her pretty face full of indignation. She couldn't accept this father.

Then he turned his gaze to the group of senior and junior sisters: "It was all your encouragement that made me copy the Thousand Character Classic, otherwise why would I have copied it?"

"Junior sister, we have to copy it too."

"I don't care, it's all your fault, you copy it for me." Yue Lingshan stood with her hands on her hips, acting unreasonably.

"Then will you help me?"

A group of people started arguing and argued endlessly about who should copy the Thousand Character Classic.

They wouldn't dare to plagiarize.

…………

Yue Buqun sat at the table eating, feeling quite helpless towards his disciples. These guys were too undisciplined and didn't behave like proper disciples at all.

Perhaps in addition to teaching them the Four Books and Five Classics and instilling in them the understanding of right and wrong and respect for their teachers, they should also teach their disciples about the origins and history of the Huashan Sect.

In short, it's about the history of the Huashan Sect. Only by knowing the history of Huashan, understanding its glorious past, and developing a sense of identity and pride in it can one truly support Huashan, become an elite disciple, and step forward when Huashan needs them, even at the cost of their lives.

He has to do this himself.

It is said that during the Song Dynasty, there were five unparalleled masters: the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, and the Central Divine. These five were the strongest masters of their time. At that time, a martial arts manual appeared in the martial arts world—the Nine Yin Manual. People in the martial arts world fought over it, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

To quell the conflict, five people held a martial arts tournament atop Mount Hua...

He wanted to explain the history of Mount Hua from the very beginning, including the masters and the glorious history of the mountain.

As for the fact that Mount Hua was founded by Hao Datong, that's not a problem. Every family has a few powerful ancestors. Wang Chongyang was Hao Datong's master, so it's not wrong to say that he was the founder of Mount Hua.

If needed, he can start from the mythological era.

Early inhabitants lived and multiplied in the Huashan area. The Yellow Emperor ascended Huashan and met with the gods. Emperor Yao made several imperial tours of Huashan, and Emperor Shun toured the Western Sacred Mountain, Huashan, every August. ...

Anyone can boast.

As for the conflict over sword energy leading to the decline of Mount Hua, that's just a passing mention, a glossed-over.