The night was dark and windy, and although it was already June, the peak of Siguo Cliff still looked like a March day.

At this time, Feng Qingyang was standing on the top of Siguo Cliff, murmuring: "I understand."

"In the past, I always thought that senior Dugu said that all plants and trees can be used as swords, and that everything in the world can be used as a sword. This is just the advanced internal skill of the senior, but I did not expect that it is the advanced realm of swordsmanship."

"Boy Zhang Yu, who taught you your swordsmanship? Yue Buqun is not that advanced." Feng Qingyang said.

"If I say it was given by heaven, would Uncle Taishi believe it?" Zhang Yu said.

"I believe that Yue Buqun doesn't have such ability."

"In that case, how about we go down the mountain?" Zhang Yu said.

"Okay, let's go down the mountain."

At this time, the lights in Zhengqi Hall were brightly lit and people were noisy.

Yue Buqun looked at the aggressive Cheng Buyou and the others, his face filled with purple energy.

"Junior Brother Cheng, today is your nephew's wedding day. Plus it's getting late. If you have anything to do, how about tomorrow?" Yue Buqun said with a smile.

"That's true. Although we had deep grievances in the previous generation, today is also the wedding day of my Huashan sect disciples. Don't go too far." Cheng Buyou thought to himself.

"As the saying goes: 'It would be better to demolish ten temples than destroy one family.' Let's not worry about it now, we will talk about it tomorrow." Cheng Buyou said.

"It's not bad. I haven't lost the face of my Sword Sect." Suddenly a voice came from outside the door, and then an old man wearing a gray robe and a long sword hanging from his waist came in from the door. Next to the old man was a young man in green. It was not Feng.

Who are Qingyang and Zhang Yu?

"Uncle Master, Uncle Master,,,,,,," Cheng Buyou and the others looked back and saw Feng Qingyang looking at them with a smile, and for a moment they were stammering and speechless.

"Why don't you three recognize your uncle?" Feng Qingyang's words dispelled the doubts of Cheng Buyou and the others.

The three of them walked quickly to Feng Qingyang, fell to their knees with a plop, and cried: "Uncle, uncle,,,,,,"

"Okay, get up quickly." Feng Qingyang said with a choked voice.

At this time, Yue Buqun in the hall was in a very complicated mood. In fact, when Liu Zhengfeng was washing his hands in the golden basin, he knew from the swordsmanship of Zhang Yu and Linghu Chong that senior Huashan must be giving guidance to them.

Just knowing is one thing, meeting is another.

Ning Zhongze didn't have such complicated thoughts. Although she didn't like Cheng Buyou and the others, she still respected Feng Qingyang.

"Uncle, long time no see. How are you?" Ning Zhong asked.

"It turns out it's Xiao Ning'er, she's really grown up."

"I've met my uncle, how are you?" Even though his mood was complicated, Yue Buqun stepped forward and asked.

"Fortunately, I'm not dead yet." Feng Qingyang said to Yue Buqun in a strange and sinister tone.

"Uncle Taishi, you just happened to be here today, which is my disciple's wedding day. You must have a few drinks."

Linghu Chong said to Zhang Yu again: "You still have a way. I'll come as soon as I invite the Grand Master."

Looking at Linghu Chong, who was dressed in red robes, Feng Qingyang said: "Today is your wedding day, Chong'er. Uncle Grand Master didn't prepare any gifts for you. Although this sword is not a good sword, it also accompanied me.

It’s been decades, so today is considered as a congratulatory gift.”

As he spoke, he took off the long sword from his waist and handed it to Linghu Chong.

"Uncle Taishi, this is too valuable, and besides, this is your sword." Linghu Chong said.

"It's for you, just take it."

"Then I would like to thank you, Grand Master Uncle." Linghu Chong said happily.

Not to mention that the Huashan sect members are reminiscing about old times here, but the heroes on the other side have different thoughts.

The most complicated among them is not Tang Ying'e, nor Mr. Mo Da, nor Mrs. Dingyi.

It was Taoist Master Chongxu of the Wudang Sect. Thirty years ago, Chongxu and Feng Qingyang had a sword fight with each other due to a dispute of spirits.

It was also in that battle that Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swordsman completely defeated Chongxu's Tai Chi swordsmanship, leaving a deep impression on Chongxu's heart.

Over the years, Chongxu continued to practice Tai Chi swordsmanship intensively, and finally achieved the perfect state of Tai Chi.

He asked himself that he would be able to avenge his shame when he met Feng Qingyang.

Chongxu looked at Feng Qingyang with excitement, and a sense of sword intent arose in his body unconsciously.

Although this sword intention is not that sharp, it is broad.

The Wudang disciples and other heroes sitting next to Chongxu felt a chill on their backs unconsciously.

Just when Chongxu's sword intent was rising, Feng Qingyang's eyes looked over.

"Master Chongxu, I haven't seen you for many years."

"Yes, I haven't seen you for many years," Chongxu said.

Feng Qingyang said to Master Zheng again: "Master Fang Zheng, long time no see."

"I haven't seen him for many years, but the donor is still so energetic." Fang Zheng also smiled.

Next, Mr. Mo Da from the Wuyue Hengshan Sect, Sanding from the Hengshan Sect, Tianmen from the Taishan Sect, and others also came forward one by one to pay homage to Feng Qingyang.

Tang Ying'e breathed out inexplicably at this time, but became nervous again.

Although he also knew from Zuo Lengchan's speculation that there were still masters from the Huashan Sect.

At this time, Feng Qingyang appeared, confirming Zuo Lengchan's speculation. But the fact that this master was Feng Qingyang made Tang Ying'e worried.

After all, Feng Qingyang is a well-known master among the previous generation, and he is very senior.

"However, the leader's great improvement in martial arts may not necessarily make him afraid." Tang Ying'e thought to himself.

But the man stepped forward and said to Feng Qingyang: "Disciple Songshan Tang Ying'e has met Uncle Feng."

"You are a disciple of the Songshan Sect, you are indeed good." Feng Qingyang said to Tang Ying'e.

"Uncle, that's ridiculous," Tang Ying'e said.

Looking at Tang Ying'e, Feng Qingyang stopped talking, turned around and walked to the top of the Zhengqi Hall.

He said to Yue Buqun: "Yue Buqun, I heard that you are resigning as the head of the Huashan Sect?"

"Yes, uncle." Yue Buqun said.

"Is there a successor?"

"Yes, it is my sixth disciple Zhang Yu."

"I also know that your disciple Zhang Yu is a good person and a good young man. He is capable of serving as the head of the Huashan Sect." Feng Qingyang said.

"Uncle Master, no." Cheng Buyou couldn't help but said anxiously when he heard that Feng Qingyang agreed with Zhang Yu to take over as the head of the Huashan Sect.

"Cheng Buyou, why are you opposed to Zhang Yu taking over as the leader of the Huashan Sect?" Feng Qingyang said.

"This disciple is not against Zhang Yu taking over as the head of the Huashan Sect, but against the Qi Sect taking over as the head. Uncle Master, you are back this time, but you must uphold justice for our Sword Sect," Cheng Buyou said.

"Oppose the Qi Sect? After all these years, we should have some understanding of the sword-qi dispute." Feng Qingyang murmured in a low voice.

"Uncle Master, back then Jian Zong swore,,,,,,," Ning Zhongze was about to say, but he remembered that Feng Qingyang was also from Jian Zong, and he swallowed his words.

"Don't argue anymore. The battle of sword energy will always have a result. In this case, let's have another sword energy battle tomorrow to see who is the authentic one." Feng Qingyang suddenly said loudly.

"Okay, Uncle Master. This is how it should be." As soon as Feng Qingyang finished speaking, Cong Buqi said.

The noise in the buzzing Zhengqi Hall keeps ringing. The battle of sword energy. The Huashan Sect is about to start a battle of sword energy again. This is really a big event for the world.

"Yue Buqun, please agree." Feng Qingyang looked at Yue Buqun and said.

Hearing Feng Qingyang's words, Yue Buqun felt angry. But at this moment, Zhang Yu's voice came to his ears: "Master, promise him, the disciple will solve it."

Yue Buqun looked back at Zhang Yu's eyes and saw Zhang Yu's eyes were calm.

Yue Buqun felt a surge of courage for no reason and said, "Okay, I agree."

"Since you agreed, the matter is settled. Now let's continue drinking." Feng Qingyang said.

The tense situation was finally suppressed, but no one was in the mood to drink at this time. After a while, everyone left the table one after another.
Chapter completed!