The old immortal of the stars, the Dharma controls the heavens

Chapter 71 A ray of troubled wind

Huashan, thinking over the cliff.

The sky is slightly bright.

The sky in the east was red, and a sea of ​​clouds was rolling in. That was where the sun was about to rise.

Facing the slightly cold morning breeze, it is also a rare beauty.

But Linghu Chong didn't have any appreciation for this scene.

He just sat cross-legged on a big stone, facing the rising sun, preparing to absorb the wisp of purple energy when the sun rose to practice the Zixia magic skill passed down by his master.

"!"

coming.

At the moment when the sun jumped out of the sea of ​​clouds, Linghu Chong activated the Zixia Magic Technique and absorbed the mysterious purple energy into his body, thereby promoting the practice of Zixia Magic Technique.

I saw purple rhyme rippling all over Linghu Chong's body, and his whole face was purple, with purple energy all over his body, as if he was surrounded by purple clouds. It was the purple clouds magical power that had entered the door, and there was still a lot of progress.

After a moment of burning incense, Linghu Chong slowly took a long breath and withdrew his energy into his body.

immediately!

Open your eyes and draw your sword.

A cold light flashed, and the sword shone brightly under the sunlight.

Linghu Chong glanced at it casually and ignored it. With a move of his wrist, the long sword started to dance.

The moves are clear, but the person is free and at ease.

Wherever the sword edge passes, it is like a lover floating by. It doesn't offend at all, but it has already entered people's hearts.

Breeze, light sword, lover.

Strongly talk about sorrow for Fu's new words.

The thoughts in his heart danced with the sword's edge, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether it was a human being or the wind.

This sword technique is exactly the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng.

In Linghu Chong's hands, he has shown extremely impressive power, and with his own understanding of this sword technique, this sword technique also has Linghu Chong's own color.

After performing the thirteen movements one by one, Linghu Chong returned the sword and sheathed it.

The man stood still, motionless.

For a long time.

Linghu Chong thought carefully about the process just now, but in desperation he could only scratch his head and said angrily: "That was wrong just now."

The Thirteen Qingfeng Styles were extremely powerful. From Linghu Chong's perspective, this swordsmanship was already the strongest swordsmanship he had ever seen.

It goes without saying that I have tried the power of this sword technique, but after practicing it myself, I found that its power is far beyond imagination.

The more I practice, the more profound this swordsmanship becomes.

It was okay at the beginning, as Linghu Chong tried his best to clear a word, but during this period, the more he practiced, the worse he became.The Thirteen Qingfeng Postures were still the Qingfeng Thirteen Postures, but they were slowly changing internally, and Linghu Chong knew that he had gone astray.

But what was wrong, I couldn't figure out for a while.

"Hey!"

After sighing, Linghu Chong directly picked up the wine bottle placed on the stone with his scabbard, and took several sips.

Junior sister and junior brother have been down the mountain for many days, almost a month.

On the day he came down the mountain, his master taught him the Thirteen Movements of Qingfeng and Zixia Magic Kung Fu, and then asked him to go up to Siguo Cliff to practice in seclusion alone.

For normal food, Lu Hou'er would give it to him every three days.

The wine that was delivered just yesterday was enough for three days, but Linghu Chong drank two-thirds of it in just one night and one morning.

He leaned sideways, sword in hand, leaning against the stone.

"Little junior sister!"

Tons of tons!
Take a sip of wine and sigh.

Then Linghu Chong decided to temporarily suppress his thoughts and stop thinking about how Yue Lingshan and Ding Chunqiu were doing in Fuzhou City, and forced his attention to the current swordsmanship.

"Why does it get worse the more you practice?"

Just as Linghu Chong was making gestures with his sword, a deep voice broke into his ears.

"The gentle breeze is blowing, but it cannot be compared to the smoke of fireworks."

"Boy, what are you?"

"You are just a ray of trouble, and it is wrong to use it. Of course, something is wrong."

"Who is it?" Linghu Chong couldn't help but turned pale in shock. This Siguo Cliff is a forbidden area in Huashan Mountain. Why are there other people here?
Turning his head, Linghu Chong saw an old man walking slowly.

His hair is like snow, his beard hangs down on his chest, he is wearing a green robe, and his face is full of depression. His face is like gold paper, and it is full of desolation. It seems to contain infinite sadness, but there is a sense of sadness in his tone. majesty.

The old man described Linghu Chong as a wisp of troubled wind just now.

"Who is the old man?"

"I have been here for decades." The old man sighed in a sigh. He looked at Linghu Chong up and down non-stop. He really did not give any face in his mouth and said: "You kid, you have been here thinking about Guo Cliff for the past seven days. It’s normal, I’ll work hard to practice Zixia magic and sword skills.”

"After seven days, I started to feel restless."

"After every practice, I either drink or stand in the wind and look towards the south."

"The further time goes by, the longer you stand in the wind, the more wine you drink, and the deeper the meaning of trouble in the sword. The whole person is like a wife-watching stone."

"how?"

"Boy, is the girl you like running away with someone else?"

Finally, the old man in green robe said these words, and when matched with his expression, there was an indescribable sense of irony and self-pity.

Decades in Huashan?

It turned out to be a senior.

After Linghu Chong heard these words, he knew that the old man in front of him was a senior from Huashan. However, before the words were spoken, Linghu Chong was shocked by the words that followed. His face slowly turned red and he felt feverish. I just felt that the moment I was in was not a slightly cold morning, but under the scorching sun in midsummer.

"..."

Linghu Chong couldn't help but hold back the words of greeting his senior that were stuck in his throat, and he was completely embarrassed.

for a long time.

Linghu Chong smiled awkwardly and said, "Senior, I..."

"how?"

"Isn't it true?" The old man in green robe asked directly: "These days, I have heard you intermittently reciting 'little junior sister' 380 times and 'little junior brother' 53 times while thinking about the cliff." "That's it. Did the junior sister follow the junior brother down the mountain to the south?"

"!"

The words of the green-robed old man in front of him were like a thunderous explosion. Linghu Chong was stunned to the spot, and his toes began to buckle the soles of his shoes uncontrollably.

I was embarrassed and shocked that I subconsciously said it so many times, and I was even more surprised that this old man in green robe was really bored.

When he thought about the fact that there was someone here these days who noticed what he did, Linghu Chong felt his blood surge and he was extremely embarrassed.

Some things that he should have paid attention to were temporarily forgotten by Linghu Chong. For a moment, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl under.All that can be thought of is that this old man is not serious and has different concerns about the younger generation.

But the old man in green robe did not let Linghu Chong go. Instead, he continued to ask: "If someone suddenly sends a message saying that your little junior sister is in danger in the south and is waiting for you to rescue her, will you go?"

what?
Is my junior sister in danger?

"Of course I want to go!" Linghu Chong said almost subconsciously, without thinking deeply at all, and almost jumped up.

Snapped!
A big foot kicked Linghu Chong directly to the ground.

"???"

Linghu Chong, who almost landed on his face and was covered in mud, struggled to get up, his face full of doubts and grievances.He didn't understand, why did this senior kick him?
This senior is too unreasonable.

Is it because you can't look down on yourself, or are some of your words offending the other person?
Linghu Chong made no move to draw his sword. Instead, he sat down again and looked at the other party with an aggrieved expression: "Senior?"

"..."

The old man in green robe did not speak, but stood there sulking alone, and the depressive air looked like it was about to turn into a surge of anger.

Originally, the old man stayed at Siguo Cliff to have nothing to do, but he didn't care much about the disciples who went up the mountain to think about his mistakes.

Even when Linghu Chong was practicing the Zixia Magic Art, he didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until he was practicing swordsmanship that he attracted the old man's attention.

From Linghu Chong's swordsmanship, the old man spied the existence of a supreme master in the art of swordsmanship.

Especially the other party is a disciple of the Huashan Sect’s Qi Sect.

This doubt deepened.

The Huashan Sect actually has sword skills that he doesn't know about?

Especially after the rest of the Sword Sect left, the Huashan Sect had no superb swordsmanship left at all.

Not to mention this peerless swordsmanship.

After some observation, the old man confirmed Linghu Chong's talent, and saw that the opponent's sword skills became more and more crooked as he practiced, and Linghu Chong looked more and more like his younger self. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore, so he came out and said Those words.

"Old man, the wind is clear."

"Boy, you should call me your great uncle."

After he couldn't help but remind him when he came out, Feng Qingyang broke his vow. At this moment, he directly revealed his identity: "Who taught you the Spring Breeze Sword Technique?"

"Junior Linghu Chong."

"Master Uncle."

"It's the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng, not Spring Breeze Sword Technique." Linghu Chong had to correct the mistakes in the other party's words.

Qingfeng Thirteen Styles?
While thinking about the origin of this sword technique in his mind, Feng Qingyang just glanced at Linghu Chong and said: "What you performed was the Spring Breeze Sword Technique, not the Thirteen Qingfeng Styles."

Linghu Chong was suddenly speechless.

He understood the meaning of the words, this spring is not the other spring.

So Linghu Chong, who was about to fall into embarrassment again, directly changed the subject and said, "It's the swordsmanship that master and master spent ten years creating together." Even though the person in front of him claimed to be a senior of the Huashan Sect and his master's uncle, Linghu Chong still remembered it. The concern that the master mentioned at that time was for the safety of his junior brother, so he answered directly like this.

"Clam?"

Feng Qingyang raised his head slightly, his eyes almost narrowed into a thin line, and his snow-colored hair was constantly blowing back in the morning breeze.

Linghu Chong's words directly made Feng Qingyang laugh. As his expression changed, he blurted out sarcastic words: "Based on the qualifications and understanding of the couple?"

"If you can't even compare to me, how can you talk about making achievements?"

Pretending to be the creator of this peerless swordsmanship was an absolute provocation to Feng Qingyang, who was an extremely skilled swordsman.

With the qualifications of Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, it is simply impossible.

As expected, airbenders are all sinister people.

Yue Buqun, known as the Gentleman's Sword, is even more disgusting.

"..."

Seeing the uncle named Feng Qingyang in front of him, he didn't believe it, but Linghu Chong was still nervous and would not expose his younger junior brother's identity.He said seriously again: "This swordsmanship was jointly created by master and master."

Feng Qingyang didn't speak. Linghu Chong's determined expression continued to answer affirmatively, which really surprised Feng Qingyang.

It is clear.

Linghu Chong was not very good at lying.

This guy's character... doesn't look like that of an airbender disciple.

Is this protecting someone?
More like myself.

Linghu Chong would never say this.

So Feng Qingyang, who wanted to meet the real creator of the Qingfeng Thirteen Postures, became even more depressed and troubled.

……

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu, who was mentioned by the senior brother far away at the mountain gate, was fast asleep.

He was lying on the bed, with Yue Lingshan and Mrs. Wang sleeping in their clothes on both sides.

Lin Pingzhi and Laudno were lying on the floor and fell asleep.

At this moment, when the sun shone in through the window, Mrs. Wang suddenly woke up and opened her eyes suddenly.

"?"

She first looked at the bed, and then at the messy clothes on her body. Shocked and angry, she looked at the sleeping boy lying next to her.

Looking at the young man on the bed, Mrs. Wang recalled the grievances she had suffered over the past few days, as well as her husband being taken away and Sima De's words of warning. She became angry and murderous.

She slowly touched her head with her right hand, and when she was about to take out the hairpin on her head and make a move, a look in her eyes stopped her movements abruptly.

"!"

looked sideways.

Mrs. Wang saw that Yue Lingshan, who was lying on the other side, had opened her eyes at some point and was staring at her intently.

　Feng Qingyang seems to be living in seclusion at Siguo Cliff, but as shown in the original work, he is full of depression. It seems that he is autistic, and the more he gets angry, the more he thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it, the more he gets angrier.A truly reclusive person should not look like this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)