Yue Buqun is not so much a martial arts master as a political figure, crazy for power. On the surface, he is a modest gentleman, but in fact he is a sanctimonious hypocrite. He is a typical example of how power distorts human nature. Even if he has not yet done anything that is outrageous and resentful.

But he had never been so scared and uneasy. The Yang Le in front of him suddenly transformed into a terrifying devil in his heart, a devil who could see through all his thoughts. At this time, he was so scared that even the hand holding the sword was trembling.

"Don't you even have the courage to take action?" Yang Le looked at Yue Buqun in front of him, knowing that he was extremely frightened of him after his thoughts were revealed in a few words. The reason why he could see through him was because of his extreme intelligence.

His mind and sensitive heart, and because he knows Yue Buqun too well. How could a person who is jealous even if his apprentice is better than him in swordsmanship not be jealous of him? A great master and a great evil pretends to be a humble gentleman, like this

People suppress themselves too hard and for too long until they become mentally distorted.

"If you don't take action, then I will." Yang Le said expressionlessly, and slowly stepped forward after finishing the meal.

Ning Zhong suddenly looked alert and took a defensive stance. But Yue Buqun actually took a few steps back in fear.

"Stop!" At this time, after Yue Lingshan expressed her feelings, the frustrated and dementia-like Linghu Chong shouted. He rushed to Yang Le and said coldly: "I'll fight you!"

Giving up on oneself and having no love left in life, this was the feeling Yang Le felt from Linghu Chong's eyes when he looked at him in front of him. He shook his head and said calmly: "You are too weak now."

"I will never let anyone hurt my master and my wife, unless I die!" Linghu Chong said firmly with a determined look in his eyes.

Yang Le smiled slightly and thought to himself: "Do you want to die? Then I will help you. I also want to know what she will do." Then he said calmly: "Then you go die!"

"Yang Lianting, no!" At this time, the clear and crisp sound that sounded in Yang Le's mind like an oriole leaving the valley sounded again. However, as soon as Yang Le finished speaking, he disappeared from the place and swung his sword at Linghu Chong with a quick strike.

The sword was approaching, and among everyone in the palace, she was the only one who could catch it.

As soon as Yang Le finished speaking, the Dongfang girl also disappeared and took action to stop Yang Le, but she was farther away than him and not as fast as him.

"When you were in Qun Yuyuan, you used your inner power to heal my wounds and prolong my life. It was not because you and Qu Yang were friends, but because of this face, which was exactly the same as his." Yang Le turned his back to her and said in a calm tone.

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His sword was across Linghu Chong's neck, but he didn't kill him. When she made a sound, he knew that he couldn't kill him. Because she wouldn't let her kill him, he wouldn't kill him.

However, her palm struck him and he did not dodge, so he was injured, but it was not his body that was injured.

"I..." Dongfang girl's eyes were full of apology and guilt. She didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted to stop him. When she heard Yang Le's words, she felt even more uneasy, not only because of his words, but because of his calm tone.

Yang Le retracted his sword, turned around, and put on his iconic smile again, but there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and said carelessly: "Forget it, even if you admit your mistake, you still saved me. After all, you did it for me that time.

After regaining his energy, I won't kill him." After saying that, he looked up at the door of the main hall and lazily cursed: "Feng Qingyang, you old idiot, you have been watching for so long, it's time to come out, could it be that the Huashan Sect

Aren't you nothing but a loser and a loser?"

Yes, he could feel it, he felt that there was someone nearby, because just now, his heart was raging like a storm, and after the raging, there was a deathly calm. His heart has never been so calm, or it has never been so.

Dead silence.

When Yang Le placed the sword across Linghu Chong's neck, he felt a breath locking on him. Until now, when his whole body and mind became silent, he could clearly feel everything around him. It was as if he could clearly see that.

People are outside the temple.

Yang Le rubbed the area hit by her palm and said calmly: "Since you are here, why don't you show up? Do you really want me to kill someone before you come out?"

Whoa... a figure appeared in the hall. His movement was so fast that only Yang Le and Dongfang could see it clearly.

"Why do you have to force me to come out?" I saw an old man wearing a plain robe with white hair and a childlike face saying to Yang Le.

Everyone in the hall looked at the man and thought, "Is he Feng Qingyang?"

Yang Le also secretly observed Feng Qingyang, but said in an indifferent tone: "Of course I'm going to fight you. Who told you to know the Dugu Nine Swords?"

"I have sealed my sword for many years and don't want to do anything with anyone." Feng Qingyang still refused with a nonchalant expression.

"There is a state where there is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart. Dugu Qiubai also said to himself: No matter what the object is, any plant, tree, bamboo, or stone can be used as a sword. I want you to seal the sword but not the heart, otherwise you won't care about me.

If you keep hiding outside the palace and watching whoever you want to kill, you won't show up." Yang Le said casually.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang suddenly became solemn, stared at Yang Le and said, "I can see that you are not a murderous person. Why did you have to force me to do it?"

Yang Le seemed to have thought of something, raised the corner of his mouth, and said: "An idiot once said, don't judge a person based on appearance and conjecture. I just want to know how big the gap is between me and Dugu Qiufei? You will be satisfied.

Me." After speaking for a while, he continued: "However, as long as you answer our two very personal questions and satisfy my curiosity, maybe I can consider not fighting you."

Feng Qingyang frowned and thought to himself, what personal issues does he have related to this young man?

Yang Le looked very gossipy and asked: "That woman, um, the woman that the airbender brought to deceive you, was she dead back then?"

Feng Qingyang was startled. He didn't expect that Yang Le would ask such a question, but this question brought back his memories. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he sighed: "Dead."

"Are you dead? Let me guess. After you found out that she had cheated on you, you found her. Of course, you didn't ask her why she cheated on you, but you asked her if she had ever loved you. Well, you

She is a benevolent idiot. You couldn't have killed her, so she committed suicide. What an idiot!" Yang Le scratched his chin with his index finger and said lazily.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly showed surprise, and Yang Le caught it instantly. He expected that he had guessed about 7788.

"You are really a very smart person." Feng Qingyang sighed.

Yang Le smiled indifferently and said: "Haha, I thought you would say that I am scary like others." After saying that, he glanced at her and thought to himself: "What about you, do you think I am scary?

Or have you never cared?"

Ever since she hurt him, Dongfang girl's mind has been on him, and she felt it at that glance.

"Last question, there are a lot of idiots saying that Linghu Chong is the illegitimate son of you and Ning Nuxia. Is it true?" Yang Le pointed at Linghu Chong and Ning Zhongze and said lazily, as if he was asking you if you had eaten.

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He was afraid of being alone, and he wanted to have friends, but in the end, they all said, "You are terrible!"

They didn't want to get close to him anymore, because they looked like idiots in front of him, as if they had been stripped naked, and there was no secret in his eyes.

He hates his own eyes, seeing through everything.

He hates his own heart, feeling everything clearly.

He learned to act crazy and act stupid, and learned to do some very idiotic things.

Gradually, there were more and more so-called friends.

Even if it's hypocritical, even if they don't understand him.

But at least he's not so lonely anymore.
Chapter completed!