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"Besides, Uncle Feng Master is a member of the Huashan Sect. He uses a set of Dugu Nine Swords to fight against the enemy all day long, which really brings disgrace to Huashan's face!" Zhu Xiao thought that the Huashan Sect is famous for its swordsmanship, but the most famous one in the sect is The swordsman was not using his own swordsmanship, and he couldn't help but feel speechless.

"Dugu Nine Swords?" Although Yue Buqun knew that Feng Qingyang had superb swordsmanship and was the number one swordsman in his sect, he didn't know that Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship was actually Dugu's Nine Swords.

"It is a sword technique created by the sword demon Dugu Qiufei in the Northern Song Dynasty in his middle age. It is based on the concept that there is no way to have a method, and there is a way to win without any moves. It pays attention to predicting the enemy's opportunities. It is the ultimate in seeking changes in moves. The moves are divided into It’s the general technique, sword-breaking, knife-breaking, spear-breaking, whip-breaking, rope-breaking, palm-breaking, arrow-breaking, and qi-breaking styles. It’s considered a great master-level swordsmanship!”

Zhu Xiao said with some uncertainty, Dugu Qiubai was at the wrong time in his life. He reached the pinnacle of the Grand Master in his life. Although he touched the realm of heaven and man, there was no breakthrough after all. In the valley of old age and death, he has never transcended. The only transcendence in this world is Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng.

"I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf. Forget it, Uncle Feng is taking advantage of him. He always uses the swordsmanship created by others and it really makes the Huashan faction lose its reputation!" Yue Buqun glanced at the secret room reluctantly. He stood up and prepared to enter, copying a copy of the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng and giving it to Feng Qingyang.

"Master, you have already broken through Xiantian. Are you ready to start practicing the Zixia Magic Art?" Zhu Xiao thought that it would be inappropriate for Lao Yue to practice the Huashan secret method he created today after he had already broken through, so he asked one more question.

"Yes, the Zixia Divine Art was the first of the Nine Arts of Huashan in the past. It can be practiced to the level of a great master. Therefore, only the past heads and the heirs of the heads can practice it. It requires an innate state to practice it. As the head of Huashan, naturally I will transfer to the Zixia magic skill!"

Yue Buqun looked at Zhu Xiao and didn't understand what he meant, but he still told Zhu Xiao exactly what he planned to do. He also hoped that Zhu Xiao could give him some advice.

"The Zixia Magic Kung Fu was originally modified by Patriarch Wang Chongyang from the Innate Kung Fu, and was created by Patriarch Hao Datong. It is an authentic Taoist internal force that emphasizes tranquility and inaction. It is naturally suitable for people with an indifferent mind to practice it. But Master, you have obsessions in your heart. Also influenced by Confucianism and Taoism, if you forcibly practice the Zixia Divine Art, your progress will be in trouble, like sailing against the current, half the result with twice the effort!"

Zhu Xiao looked at Yue Buqun and thought that in his original trajectory, he had stayed at the first level of Zixia Magical Skill all his life. He could only say that the characteristics of Yue Buqun and Zixia Magical Skill were really incompatible, and it would be difficult for them to practice and become famous.

"Then what should I do?" Yue Buqun did not doubt his disciple's judgment, but humbly asked for advice. He knew that since Zhu Xiao said this, it must be the path he had considered.

Zhu Xiao did not disappoint Yue Buqun and directly pointed out to Lao Yue, "My martial arts in Huashan are influenced by the Quanzhen Sect, a mixture of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, such as Xiyi swordsmanship. "Laozi" says: Turning a blind eye is called Yi, if you hear that it is not famous, it is called Xi. So it is the authentic Xuanmen swordsmanship, and Yangwu swordsmanship comes from "Mencius": I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring aura. It is Confucian swordsmanship."

Zhu Xiao simplified his wording and tried to make it easier for Yue Buqun to understand.

"I combined the Zixia Divine Skill and Yangwu Sword Technique to create a mental method called "Zi Qi Dan Xin Jue". It can be regarded as a dual correction of Confucianism and Taoism suitable for the master. The Zi Qi is taken from the Zi Qi that comes three thousand miles east. The red heart is taken from the history of the blue blood red heart."

"How far can this technique be practiced?" Yue Buqun couldn't help but ask, thinking of the Thirteen Qingfeng Styles he was about to copy.

"Of course it is in the realm of gods, but whether one can become a god or not depends on one's fate!"

Zhu Xiao didn't expect Yue Buqun to be so jealous, so he quickly told Yue Buqun the answer.

"Of course I know this, otherwise why would no one from Shaolin or Wudang appear again!"

Yue Buqun did not have such great ambitions. His biggest wish was to revive Huashan. If he could become a great master, that would be the best result. Thinking of this, Yue Buqun looked at Zhu Xiao, who was standing in front of the ancestor's memorial tablet, and the incense burner. The green smoke floating in the sky entwines Zhu Xiao, as if he is not in the human world. Perhaps only his disciple can achieve the realm of heaven and human beings and transcend this world.

Yue Buqun felt that the distance between him and his disciples suddenly widened. He couldn't help but shook his head and laughed to himself. Why did he worry about this? If he could become a heavenly being, he should be happy. , even though I can’t become a heavenly being, it is still an honor to be able to teach a heavenly being.

Lao Yue's figure entered the secret room, but within half an hour he came out with two secret books. He nodded and said hello to Zhu Xiao, and left the ancestral hall.

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"Uncle Master, these are the Thirteen Qingfeng Styles created by Xiao'er. They will become my Huashan Zhen Sect swordsmanship in the future. Master Hefeng, you have some chance to master them, please give me some advice!"

When Yue Buqun came back again, he saw Feng Qingyang teasing Yue Lingshan. At this time, Yue Lingshan's little hand was holding Feng Qingyang's beard and she smiled brightly, "Giggle."

When Feng Qingyang saw Yue Buqun, he quickly put away the smile on his face and freed his beard from Yue Lingshan's little hand. Little Yue Lingshan immediately turned from sunny to cloudy, her round eyes were filled with tears, and her little mouth shrank. , will burst into tears.

Upon seeing this, Feng Qingyang glared at Yue Buqun angrily, and once again put his white beard into the villain's hand. The villain's chubby little face once again bloomed with a smile, which was particularly bright. Feng Qingyang quickly relaxed Take a breath.

Yue Buqun looked at Master Feng who was teasing his daughter in front of him. His beard and hair were all white. He was hunched over and coaxing his daughter carefully, with a loving smile on his lips. He couldn't help but feel soft in his heart. There was no conspiracy at all. This was just a plot. He's just a lonely old man, a victim of the sword fight, a pitiful person.

He handed the secret book in his hand to Feng Qingyang again, but this time he was willing and there was no trace of reluctance in his expression.

"Uncle!" Ning Zhong saw that Feng Qingyang ignored Yue Buqun and only focused on teasing his daughter. He stepped forward and picked her up. Little Yue Lingshan saw that the beard in her hand was gone, and she would repeat her old tricks as soon as her mouth tightened. But Ning Zhongze was not Feng Qingyang and would not pamper his daughter. As soon as his eyes widened, the villain immediately held back his tears and opened his mouth with a toothless smile.

"I, Feng Qingyang, have lived my whole life and have never seen any swordsmanship, yet I still covet your juniors' things. It's really ridiculous!"

Feng Qingyang was dissatisfied with the secret book and flipped through it with disdain on his face. However, his expression gradually changed and the words in his mouth also changed.

"Well, it's interesting. It's so clever. How could it be like this? It's really exquisite, amazing, and peerless swordsmanship!"

Feng Qingyang's mind was completely focused on the secret book in his hand, and he ignored the movements of the outside world.

Yue Buqun laughed it off. He was familiar with this reaction. Isn't it a replica of his former fragrance, so he didn't mind Feng Qingyang's reaction.