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

This way.

This also highlights how bold Bai Feifei was in offering the secret score.

"Thank you, Sect Leader Yue, for your help."

"I understand the seriousness of this matter and will do my best to teach Ah Fei from now on."

Bai Feifei still wants to make some more promises.

But the noise outside interrupted their thoughts.

"Senior Sister, please don't hold back."

"Harder! Harder!"

It was Linghu Chong's voice.

"Senior sister!"

"You're breaking the rules!"

This is Ah Fei's cry.

Yue Buqun didn't want to chat with the sick Xishi anymore and hurried out to check.

What caught the eye was Yu Hongyan practicing her palms.

There is no sharp punch.

There was no violent palm energy either.

It is clearly a vigorous and rigorous palm technique, but under the interpretation of the beauty, it has a bit of indescribable beauty.

A simple step and body movement can bring out the beauty of fully stretched flexibility.

A leap that looked like a jump but was not actually a jump actually burst out with astonishing masculine beauty.

Ah Fei's wooden sword finally couldn't hold on.

It should be cut off with the palm.

"Beautiful."

"Big Sister is worthy of being Big Sister."

Linghu Chong clapped his hands frantically, fearing chaos would reign: "This bad-tempered brat needs to be properly disciplined."

"hooligan?"

Yu Hongyan asked arrogantly, "How did I break the rules?"

"You just mentioned a sword fight."

Ah Fei was very calm.

He just looked at Linghu Chong with a bit of anger.

"It's a sword fight."

"It's just that my fist is stronger than your sword."

Yu Hongyan said as a matter of course: "Besides, I haven't learned sword yet, how can I compare my sword skills with yours?"

Yu Hongyan's current attack routine is the three magic fist moves passed down in her family.

And the Hunyuan Palm required to practice Hunyuan Gong.

I haven't really learned swordsmanship.

"Oh……"

Ah Fei hesitated to speak.

Then he quietly hid the thing in his palm.

"This boy."

"I thought it looked like me, but I didn't expect..."

"Just like his father."

Bai Feifei was stunned when she saw this.

Because what Ah Fei hid was a strand of beautiful hair.

Yu Hongyan’s beautiful hair.

At first glance, Yu Hongyan won.

But in fact, it was Yu Hongyan who lost.

It’s just that Ah Fei is willing to lose to Yu Hongyan.

Chapter 038 Two Social Bulls

fun!

Yue Buqun was extremely happy watching this.

I didn't expect Ah Fei to have such a cute side.

But it’s no wonder.

In the original plot, when Ah Fei met Lin Xianer, he was also silly and cute.

It's just that Ah Fei, who is used to being cold and cruel, suddenly witnessed a scene that was a little subverted.

"what?"

"Isn't this just the social elite kid leading the depressed baby astray?"

Yue Buqun instinctively recalled a piece of news from his previous life.

And this time it's even more outrageous.

Yu Hongyan is good at cultivation and dancing, while Linghu Chong is eccentric.

Both of them are social bulls with special attributes.

It is really possible that Ah Fei was led astray.

"hooligan."

"You have to accept the loss."

Yu Hongyan shouted very straightforwardly: "I want candied haws, you can't cheat me."

"Ah."

Ah Fei nodded heavily.

He also remembered Yu Hongyan's preferences.

"Xiao Chong, it's your turn."

"Your foundation is the weakest among the three of us. Master Feng asked me to urge you to practice. Hey, don't run away. If you run again, I will tell Master about your secret drinking..."

Yu Hongyan chased after him.

Linghu Chong was halfway through his run when he heard those words and nearly fell like a hungry dog snatching food.

But in the end he ran even crazier.

Ah Fei saw this.

I followed him out.

If Yu Hongyan is unwilling to take action, he doesn't mind training her on her behalf.

……

The frolicking went away.

Three figures fell down one after another.

They were Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi.

"It's been a long time since Huashan has been so lively."

Feng Buping was very sad.

"Yes."

"This is the sect atmosphere I want most."

Yue Buqun did not hide his likes and dislikes at all.

We don’t need many disciples.

Talent doesn't need to be outstanding.

But your values and character must be good.

Only such disciples are worth cultivating, and only such disciples will have a future for the sect.

"Senior brother."

Cong Buqi suddenly saluted.

"Ok?"

Yue Buqun was curious.

"Since Buqi achieved perfection in Huashan swordsmanship, he seems to have lost sight of the way forward."

"Especially in the past few months, I've been practicing hard for a long time, but I just can't see where the road ahead is."

Cong Buqi humbly asked, "Master, please give me some guidance. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to practice other sword techniques."

Cong Buqi knew that his talent was not good enough.

Therefore, he only practiced Huashan swordsmanship.

The internal skills he practiced were only the most basic Huashan Heart Method.

But now he couldn't accept that even the most basic skills were so difficult to practice.

"Our Huashan swordsmanship is derived from the Quanzhen swordsmanship."

Yue Buqun introduced: "After being improved by generations of masters, the Huashan swordsmanship was condensed into the Huashan swordsmanship of today, taking the meaning of Huashan's [distant and dangerous]."

Cong Buqi nodded repeatedly.

He also had this feeling when he practiced Huashan swordsmanship.

"But the boundless beauty of Mount Huashan is not simply about its dangers."

"In addition, there are other artistic conceptions such as beauty and loftiness that complement each other."

Having said this, Yue Buqun suddenly drew his sword.

He used the most common Huashan sword technique.

But after the performance, it actually contains a kind of unique and elegant charm.

Then the sword technique changed again.

The sword technique suddenly became lofty, like looking at mountains in the clouds or flowers in the fog, truly extraordinary.

The moves are full of artistic conception of being just right, winning ingeniously, and beautifully done.

"Is this still the Huashan sword technique we are familiar with?"

Feng Buping and his men were all horrified.

You look at me, I look at you.

The artistic conception of Yue Buqun's Huashan swordsmanship is so profound that it transcends their understanding.

Cong Buqi, who was seeking advice, felt that as long as he could understand half of the essence, his own state of perfection would be just around the corner.

"Isn't this just Huashan swordsmanship?"

Feng Qingyang is here.

As the only surviving generation with the surname Qing.