Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

"Is this the place where you can't do anything?"

"You guys have such big hearts."

Young Master Wuhen looked at Youyou Buweixuan who had barely put up any defense.

My heart was in turmoil.

There is nothing to be ashamed of.

The Sutra Library of the number one sect in the martial arts world.

It is said that this place houses a collection of martial arts books that countless people in the martial arts world dream of.

It is said that Feng Buping's swift sword that made him famous in the martial arts world, his finger-snapping magic that has been famous in the martial arts world for hundreds of years, etc., are all collected here.

As one of the three most extraordinary people in the world.

As a peerless master of hidden weapons.

Young Master Wuhen instinctively wanted to peek at the Finger of Magic.

“This isn’t being generous.”

“It’s confidence.”

Feng Qingyang replied cheerfully, "Who in today's martial arts world can successfully steal a martial arts manual from a sect headed by two Grandmasters?"

This is absolute confidence.

It is also a grasp of Huashan’s heritage.

"That's true."

Young Master Wuhen nodded.

Maybe Feng Qingyang has grown old.

But what about Yue Buqun?

As long as nothing unexpected happens, Yue Buqun can at least suppress the martial arts world for another sixty years.

"A peerless thief?"

“Maybe it existed in the past, and it will exist in the future, but it’s definitely not now. 387”

Yue Buqun, who was writing, raised his head slightly.

He didn't stop writing.

The writing is as fast as a dragon.

Out of the abyss.

To stir up trouble.

Creation.

Yet all he wrote was one word.

Just two words, yet they fully embody the wonders of calligraphy.

But Yue Buqun was not satisfied at all and put this masterpiece of calligraphy aside.

"Is Master Yue always like this when he creates?"

Mr. Wuhen is also a master of calligraphy.

But seeing Yue Buqun "ruining" his masterpiece like this, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"Don't feel bad."

"You'll understand once you look at this."

Feng Qingyang brought Yue Buqun's sword intent letter.

Young Master Wuhen was fascinated at first sight.

wrong.

It should be said that he was shocked.

For a while.

The only thing on Master Wuhen's mind was the sword.

And the sword intent moving back and forth.

"The old man said that the calligraphy you have there doesn't feel good, and that's not just random talk."

Feng Qingyang pointed at the Sword Intention Note and said, "This note is so brilliant that even an old man like me who doesn't know how to appreciate it is astonished. Not to mention those with a high level of swordsmanship, who can even comprehend sword techniques from it."

"admire."

Master Wuhen used great perseverance to break away from the ocean of sword intent contained in the Sword Intent Post.

He clasped his fists towards Yue Buqun.

His eyes changed.

Grandmaster.

Yue Buqun is definitely a master of calligraphy.

Even a grandmaster.

Such a state is beyond his reach.

At this time.

Yue Buqun actually tore up another piece of calligraphy that was passed down from generation to generation.

Unable to hold back any longer, Master Wuhen couldn't help but remind him, "Excuse me, Sect Leader Yue, are you planning to rewrite the Sword Intention Post?"

How clever he is.

I have roughly grasped Yue Buqun's intention.

"Ah."

Yue Buqun did not deny it either.

He suppressed his irritation and said, "Inspiration is truly a strange thing. The more you pursue it, the further you get from that state."

"Wuhen likes to make a pot of hot tea or warm a pot of fine wine when it snows."

"Just admiring the winter plum blossoms and dead pines."

"I sit there for half a day."

Mr. Wuhen shares his lifestyle.

"Because of this state."

"The heart without a trace is the quietest."

These surfaces speak for themselves.

In fact, it was a reminder to Yue Buqun.

"Thank you, Master Wuhen, for your guidance."

"The Buqun already knows how to deal with it."

Yue Buqun put down the pen in his hand and began to replay the events in his mind.

When is his heart calmest?

When the Zixia magic skill is cultivated to the most profound level.

After having fun with Bai Feifei, Blue Scorpion and others.

But while he is cultivating his inner strength and comprehending the world, can he create calligraphy?

The saintly state after the joy makes one not even want to move a finger, let alone pick up a pen to write.

and so……

He could only refer to Master Wuhen's model.

However, Huashan is vast and rich in resources.

Not only can you enjoy the snow, plum blossoms and pine trees.

There are also sea of clouds, colorful clouds, bright moon, stars in the sky, etc.

There is always one that suits him.

"Don't talk about things I don't understand."

Feng Qingyang asked, "By the way, will Li Xunhuan participate in the final battle in the Forbidden City?"

It is clear.

Feng Qingyang already regarded Li Xunhuan as an opponent of the same level.

"Ok?"

Master Wuhen paused.

Yue Buqun also became curious.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Although Li Xunhuan's flying knife is magical, it can't threaten Sect Leader Yue."

Young Master Wuhen was a little puzzled.

After a night of drinking, Master Wuhen didn't see any signs of breakthrough from Li Xunhuan.

I really don't know why Feng Qingyang thinks so highly of Li Xunhuan.

"It can't threaten Yue kid."

"But maybe you can kill me."

Feng Qingyang didn't care about his own face.

Just say it out loud like that.

So straightforward.

Instead, Master Wuhen didn't know how to respond.

But he recalled the scene of that night and said, "Li Xun Huan now has no time for the disputes in the martial arts world. He only wants to protect the good life he has now."

Li Xunhuan's life now includes a woman, a son, and a close friend.

This is happiness personified.

It is a beauty that countless people envy.

He didn't want to change at all.

"What a pity."

Feng Qingyang said regretfully, "I still want to see if my Dugu Nine Swords can break his flying knife."

Young Master Wuhen nodded.

The intention is easy to guess.

As for Li Xunhuan, he is just at the foot of the mountain. If you want to challenge him, you can do so at any time.

But Feng Qingyang did not choose this way of challenge.

It is probably to maintain the mysterious tacit understanding between Huashan and Li Xunhuan.

What they didn't expect was...

Lin Shiyin had already gone down the mountain.

This time she was going to find Li Xunhuan.

Completely severing the cause and effect.

But it turned out that Li Xunhuan was not there.

"Auntie."