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

Yue Buqun responded softly.

Don't even want to continue this topic.

He just wants to maintain the status quo.

"That……"

Ning Zhongze realized something and took back his words.

She didn't say anything and just quietly gave Yue Buqun a massage.

When practicing martial arts, you must first practice breaking bones.

If the bone-setting technique is slightly refined, it will become a skill.

Ning Zhongze's skill was specially practiced for Yue Buqun.

It also incorporates her own understanding.

"what?"

Yue Buqun felt a delicate warmth.

This is Zixia's true qi.

But it is this little bit of true energy that is used just right.

This makes Ning Zhongze's craftsmanship more comfortable.

This is like the double enjoyment of having your feet massaged and soaking in a hot spring at the same time.

"What do you think, husband?"

This was the first time that Ning Zhongze tried to combine the techniques with Zixia's true Qi.

I can't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

"very good."

“It’s a real stunt.”

Yue Buqun was generous with his praise.

"whee."

"I'll try to make it easier for my husband in the future."

Ning Zhongze was a little proud.

But Yue Buqun, who was very perceptive, caught the error in his words: "There are many ways to relax."

"Uh-huh"

Ning Zhongze hasn't reacted yet.

Yue Buqun grabbed Ning Zhongze's hand, brought it close to him and played with it carefully.

"what's wrong?"

Ning Zhongze still thought he had done something wrong.

"Your hands are long and slender, as if they were carefully carved."

"Why didn't your husband notice it before?"

Yue Buqun admired the unique beauty before him.

Whether it is grasped or not.

Or caress.

Yue Buqun has a feeling that he likes her more and more.

"My husband is acting a little strange today."

Ning Zhongze's face turned slightly red.

There was also a bit of evasiveness in his eyes when he looked at Yue Buqun.

pull.

Yue Buqun exerted a little more force.

He pulled Ning Zhongze into his arms.

Let her sit on your legs.

"You just served me."

"It's your husband's turn to teach you his craft."

Yue Buqun's true intentions are revealed.

"what?"

"what!"

"Husband, please don't move."

"Don't……"

"It's daylight now."

Thinking over the cliff.

Solo dance.

Yue Buqun's sword rises and falls with the wind.

As the sun sets, the shadow moves.

It was as if there were no more moves in this world that could restrain him.

His sword seemed to have more meaning than just his moves.

A sword came out.

A great and righteous spirit arises.

Two swords came out.

Xiyi appears in emptiness and silence.

The third sword.

The heaven and earth are in shock, and all things are dormant.

This is the sword intent of killing.

At this moment, Yue Buqun seemed like the god of death.

wrong.

Yue Buqun's eyes were clear.

His mind is also as clear and ethereal as a still mirror.

However, what the mirror reflected was the despair that was everywhere in Fenglei Hall back then, as well as the endless blood and gore that was caused by the sword that blocked the demon at Heimu Cliff.

No one knows what's going on.

But Feng Qingyang came.

When he sensed the unfamiliar sword intent, he immediately gave up his training and rushed to the Cliff of Repentance as quickly as possible.

"Yue boy?"

Feng Qingyang looked at Yue Buqun nervously...

Yue Buqun is the soul of Huashan.

He is the master of the revival of Huashan.

Nothing can happen.

"I am fine."

Yue Buqun leisurely put away his sword.

He felt that his swordsmanship had reached an incredible level.

This state of mind is broad and inclusive.

It is also warm.

"How can it be okay?"

Feng Qingyang reminded him: "The sword intent you just displayed was clearly the sword intent of killing."

"Yes."

"Not only killing, but also death and destruction."

Yue Buqun did not hide his feelings.

Because he no longer needs to hide.

"No, no."

"Your state is not at all demonic."

"But the sword intent just now reminded me of the Qi Sword Contest back then."

The battle between Qi and sword left an indelible dark mark in Feng Qingyang's mind.

The murderous intent that filled the sky.

That ultimate destruction and killing.

There is also the bloodiness that cannot be washed away for several months.

All of them were deeply imprinted in Feng Qingyang's mind.

When he returned, he could not imagine that it was the Huashan Mountain he once knew.

"Uncle Master."

"What do you think [Yangwu] is?"

Yue Buqun suddenly asked.

"Nourish my noble spirit."

"Mencius said so."

Feng Qingyang answered without thinking.

That is the foundation of Yangwu's swordsmanship.

It is also the ultimate secret of Yangwu swordsmanship.

"but……"

Yue Buqun asked seriously, "Is it possible that I can only cultivate the righteous spirit? Can't I cultivate something else?"

This is questioning the classics.

Doubt the root.

Logically speaking, this is extremely rebellious.

But the problem is that what Yue Buqun said makes sense.

After all, Mencius was a sage, so it's not surprising that he cultivated a noble spirit.

But what about ordinary people?

What about these warriors?

We can't all become saints, right?

"This……"

Feng Qingyang was stunned.

He began to doubt the kendo concepts he had built up over sixty years.

But then I instinctively wanted to suppress this "evil" thought.