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

Then he added seriously, "However, with your skills and mental strength, you cannot perform this secret technique for a long time, especially with the opposing true qi of yin and yang, water and fire, good and evil."

"Will not."

"A secret technique like this can only be a trump card, how can it be exposed so casually?"

Bai Feifei smiled.

Smile a lot.

Ah Fei and Linghu Chong's departure.

The outburst of Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi.

Even Liang Fa and Lu Dayou have found their way to the future.

She, the elder of the sect with a slightly evil nature, also began to feel a little pressure.

At least in terms of martial arts, I have a little sense of shame and want to improve.

"Well."

"I'll pass it on to you now."

Yue Buqun gave up his position very decisively.

"So direct?"

Bai Feifei was stunned.

But under Yue Buqun's guidance, he still came to the desk.

"Pick up the brush."

As Yue Buqun issued the order, he sucked up a teacup.

Bai Feifei was confused and held the pen in the posture she was most accustomed to.

As a result, the teacup was placed on the back of her hand.

"that's all?"

Bai Feifei thought this was just basic training.

As a result, Yue Buqun's big hands had entered a skilled rhythm, starting from bottom to top, beginning to feel and comfort.

"do not."

"This isn't cultivation at all."

Bai Feifei secretly exclaimed "Oh no!"

She was about to call Blue Scorpion over.

But the cunning blue scorpion had already retreated to the door with a smile.

He even closed the door for them.

“That’s training.”

"Don't drop the cup when you enter."

Yue Buqun continued to stimulate.

Continue the invasion.

Bai Feifei clenched her teeth.

"Write it."

Yue Buqun urged him to come forward.

Bai Feifei asked: "What are you writing?"

She already knew the meaning of this training.

If she could still maintain her concentration despite strong external interference.

That also means that she can maintain a clear mind during a fighting confrontation.

however.

She was all too familiar with this kind of training.

He instinctively thought that Yue Buqun was just playing with him, not teaching him martial arts.

“Write the poem you are most familiar with.”

"It could also be martial arts or something."

As soon as Yue Buqun finished speaking, a ribbon appeared in his hand.

This is also a belt.

"How can I...ah..."

Bai Feifei finally shut up.

He looked at Yue Buqun sadly.

"Don't look at your husband like that."

Yue Buqun shamelessly replied, "My husband, I have put in a lot of effort and energy in your cultivation."

"you win."

Bai Feifei was speechless.

I could only force myself to concentrate and start writing.

What she wrote was very simple:

Ghost mind method.

The most familiar martial arts.

A subject that needs to be practiced every day.

She didn't expect to write the whole thing herself.

I just hope I can make it through the first level, or even...

The first sentence.

Chapter 370 Blood Book

Mount Wutai.

The abbot's Zen temple of Qingliang Temple.

Abbot Mingkong sat cross-legged on a cushion.

Holding the Buddhist beads.

Reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The sound of the scriptures is crisp and clear, as if it can cleanse the soul.

Abbot Mingkong was unknowingly immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Suddenly.

An extreme chill rushed over me.

Abbot Mingkong had no time to react before the sword energy penetrated his body.

The bone-chilling cold instantly eroded his soul.

He couldn't even scream.

cold.

pain.

dark.

Abbot Mingkong lay on the ground in pain.

He raised his head with difficulty and stared at the assassin who was attacking him.

But those empty eye sockets looked particularly terrifying in such an atmosphere.

"Ice Qi."

"Zuo Lengchan?"

Abbot Mingkong was puzzled.

He is not an enemy of the Songshan School.

The relationship can even be said to be possible.

He had no idea why Zuo Lengchan wanted to kill him.

"It's Zuo."

Zuo Lengchan felt very relaxed.

Abbot Mingkong hid in Mount Wutai after losing his eyes.

Abandoning the worldly prosperity and the noise of the world, his mind returned to peace.

Therefore, they are extremely sensitive to surrounding sounds.

As a result, he had to choose an independent, remote Zen temple as the new abbot's Zen 727 temple.

This gave Zuo Lengchan an opportunity to take advantage of.

"A peerless master who has mastered the power of the Ice Sword is trying to assassinate a blind man like me."

"Isn't Alliance Leader Zuo afraid of damaging his righteousness?"

Abbot Mingkong adjusted his breathing.

Intent on buying myself more time.

Just a moment ago, his heart meridian was severed by the true qi.

Even if the Golden Immortal descended, there would be no way to save the situation.

But he was puzzled.

I didn't expect to be a confused ghost in hell.

"The Dao heart is broken?"

"Is it more terrifying than the extermination of the entire family at Songshan?"

Zuo Lengchan showed disdain.

Abbot Mingkong was silent.

He had indeed heard about the recent plight of the Songshan Sect.

But it's just a show.

Even a little gloating.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, disaster befell me.

"Ok."

"I am guilty."

Abbot Mingkong gave up and asked, "May I ask Alliance Leader Zuo, how much is my head worth?"

He already knew that the matter was most likely related to the Huolong Villa.

After all, he has been in the last two years.

The biggest mistake I made was following Zhu Wusi.

"The price the East Factory offered you is only half of what Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami offered you."

Zuo Lengchan answered truthfully.

As for whether it will irritate Abbot Mingkong, and whether it will make Abbot Mingkong die with regrets.