Huashan School now has 235 disciples from the inner sect, and more than 200 escorts from the outer sect learn martial arts here every month.

In addition to the disciples, there are sixty-three handymen from the outer sect, who are responsible for the order and hygiene of each place.

There are even more helpers. Hundreds of relatives of these martial arts disciples have moved to the foot of Mount Hua, and those who are able to work will basically come to help.

Moreover, not everyone is qualified to help. They must be innocent, and at least two generations must work in the Fuwei Escort.

This seemingly loose structure is actually extremely stable because it eliminates the channels through which outsiders want to infiltrate from the source.

Hundreds of people live on the mountain every day, and the people who supply the materials are also from the Fuwei Escort. No matter it is the Demon Sect or the Songshan Sect, they can't put anyone in.

At best, they can only plant people in a small town under the mountain, but an outsider wants to settle here, just like a sorghum in a wheat field.

There are more people on the mountain, a bit more hustle and bustle.

Especially those disciples who are new to beginners, they are not very old, and they are very lively.

Ling Huchong likes this kind of life atmosphere very much, and he is also the most kind to these children, and he often mixes with them regardless of his status.

No matter who asks him about Kung Fu, he can take the trouble and teach carefully.

Now, there is no need for him to buy wine at all. Those junior martial arts students all know that he likes to drink and want to ask him for advice on kung fu. He just needs a pot of good wine and he is happy.

He is a free and casual person who doesn't like restraint.

In the original book, his growth trajectory is completely different from Yue Buqun's expectations, so Yue Buqun has always hated him.

But now, he was in line with Yue Buqun's expectations of him.

A very talented big brother, good martial arts, no pursuit of power, or even aversion.

Such a person is very useful to Huashan and will not be a threat to Lin Pingzhi.

Yue Buqun already regards Lin Pingzhi as his son-in-law and the future head of Huashan, so he likes this big disciple very much now.

Even Yue Buqun likes Linghu Chong, his life in Huashan is very happy and happy.

After practicing martial arts, his favorite thing is to barbecue and drink on the Yunv Peak.

In the past, it was to avoid the master and the second younger brother, and to develop a habit, now it is to avoid those younger brothers.

After all, he is a big disciple, even if he violates the rules of the door, he can't go in broad daylight, and that would become a bad example.

Knowing that Uncle Master was living in hermit at Yunvfeng, he was still a little worried, for fear of disturbing Uncle Master.

But Feng Qingyang Shenlong sees the head but does not see the end. Every time he avoids the Si over the cliff cave, he does not provoke the Feng Qingyang.

On this day, he caught another Jinmao pheasant from Houshan and hid it on the Yunvfeng barbecue. After he had bothered to roast it, he turned around and found that his hip flask was missing.

There are only less than ten people on this Yunvfeng who can come up. Others will not joke with him like this, and it is impossible to take away his hip flask without disturbing him.

"Uncle Tai, even if you have taken a fancy to my wine, leave me half a pot..."

Feng Qingyang walked out of the forest silently, holding his hip flask in his hand. "Why do you send me Fenjiu every day, Xinghua Village, but you drink Twenty Years Huadiao?"

Ling Huchong quickly let go of the big rock he was sitting on, carefully rolling over the pheasant on the fire to avoid getting burnt.

"Among the disciples collected this time, there is Zheng Hanrong from the Hangzhou branch. His ancestor was a local winemaking family in Shaoxing, and he brought a lot of flower carvings. The disciple still thinks this wine is not strong enough. , I will bring you all."

There was a trace of nostalgia in Feng Qingyang's eyes. He was originally from the south of the Yangtze River. He was deceived into going down the mountain and married a couple of women as his wife. In the following decades, he never returned to the south of the Yangtze River.

Now that I drank the wine in this hometown, I couldn't help but recall the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in that hometown.

Feng Qingyang sat on the big rock, shook his head and said: "Hua Diao has a soft texture, like a silk rain from the south of the Yangtze River. It doesn't seem to be big, but it makes people unconsciously wet."

"Okay." Linghu Chong split the pheasant on the pine branch in half, and handed half to Feng Qingyang. "Uncle Tai, you eat first."

Feng Qingyang likes Linghu Chong's free and easy way, but treats him as an elder, although respectful, but not so deliberate.

The boys in Jianzong wanted to treat him as a memorial, but Yue Buqun and the slick boy always felt that they were calculating themselves.

Every time he saw their master and apprentice calculating this or that, he couldn't wait to hide away, but he couldn't help but want to eavesdrop.

Because he was afraid that he would be calculated by the master and apprentice.

On the Huashan Mountain, Ning Zhongze and Linghu could rush into his eyes.

Feng Qingyang was not polite. He took the pheasant and tore off a large piece of breast meat that was tender on the outside and tender on the inside. He praised, "You have good craftsmanship."

Linghu laughed and laughed: "On this Huashan, except for Master Hua's craftsmanship, no one else is as good as my barbecue craftsmanship."

The daily food delivery to Feng Qingyang is Master Hua’s small stove, and he also knows that Master Hua is indeed a master chef of the previous generation.

During this period of time, he was accustomed to eating Master Hua's food, and he couldn't help but feel more appetite.

Hearing Linghu Chong talking about Master Hua, he couldn't help saying: "We martial arts people are so extravagant and easy to greedy wealth."

Linghu smiled: "If Tai Shishu doesn't like it, then I will only give you some steamed buns and pickles in the future."

"Hunboy..." Feng Qingyang held the pheasant in his right hand, put down the hip flask in his left hand, picked up a pine branch, and called Linghu Chong. "You big fish and meat, let me, an old man who can't live for a few years, eat chaffy vegetables!"

Ling Huchong held the pine branch of the barbecue pheasant in his hand, which was several times thicker than the pine branch in Feng Qingyang's hand, and immediately blocked it. "It's Uncle Tai... Whoops!"

The pine branches that Feng Qingyang handed over seemed slow and fast, and Linghu Chong thought he could stop it.

But the pine branch handed it over, but it was as if sinking into the mud, watching the other party's small pine branch snapping on him three times, and he grinned.

Linghu was not convinced, and Feng Laiyi stabbed out again with one move, but Feng Qingyang did not raise his head. With one move, Jin Yan Hengkong of the Huashan faction made it impossible for him to pass his sword.

Feng Qingyang said: "No loss is that little stubborn disciple of Yue Buqun. He is inflexible and doesn't know how to work. If Feng Laiyi can't go down, you won't be able to stab the tip of the sword and turn it into a bell and a drum. Ming, or when the tip of the sword is picked, it becomes a Bai Hong Guanri!"

Linghu was not convinced: "That's the swordsmanship you haven't seen Master's. It's definitely not inferior to your swordsmanship."

Feng Qingyang said: "The Swift Sky Sword Technique does have some ways, but it is too ghostly and lacks the upright momentum."

"It's as if you have played before."

Feng Qingyang laughed and said: "The Swift Sky Sword Technique is Yue Buqun's fusion of more than ten sword techniques, but the root is mainly from the evil sword technique. It can be comparable to the real evil sword technique, but it is not the world. Invincible."

"boast!"

Feng Qingyang smiled, disdain to quarrel with the junior. That night, he also saw Yue Buqun dealing with Qinghai Yixiao, and his one move to control the enemy really surprised him.

Later, he paid special attention to Yue Buqun's sword practice, and had some understanding of Jikong sword technique.

Although Jikong's swordsmanship is very good, in Feng Qingyang's eyes, it is still inferior to the real evil swordsmanship, and even less comparable to his Dugu Nine Swords.

The two of them had a pot of wine and secretly used their internal strength, and the wine would automatically come out of the pot and into their mouths.

I haven't eaten enough, but I heard someone shouting: "Big brother, big brother."

Linghu Chong heard the voice of the second junior brother Lin Pingzhi, and said, "I am here!"

Feng Qingyang, who was originally amiable, had a dull face, and left with the intention of leaving, but he felt that he was too stingy in front of this grandchild.

However, he really didn't like this disciple and grandson, and his scheming was too deep.

Although he knew that he was working hard for the Huashan School, he didn't like it.

Zhou Zhen walked through a forest and saw two people grilling on the edge of the cliff.

This was the first time he saw Feng Qingyang. He was tall, white beard and green robe, and his complexion was ruddy.

In the original work, he said that his face is like golden paper, and he may be hungry in the mountains. Now there is Huashan Pie which is supplied with delicious food and drink every day, and it has become ruddy.

He bowed and saluted. "I have seen Uncle Tai."

Feng Qingyang let out a hum, and finally gave Zhou Zhen a bit of face. "You rarely come to Yunvfeng, so why?"

Zhou Zhen said: "The head of Dragon and Phoenix Swords in Jinan Prefecture, Zhao Dengkui married his son and invited me to Huashan School. Now the three uncles and masters are all devoted to practicing swordsmanship, so I want to let the big brother watch the ceremony on behalf of Huashan School."

Linghu happily said, "Finally, are you willing to let me go down the mountain? Not bad, Junior Brother, you still understand me..."

Zhou Zhen said: "But the younger brother got the news that because Zhang Sect was jealous and hated, he killed Wei Changhai, who committed evil in Hebei last year. Wei Changhai was a member of the Sun Moon God Sect. They seemed to want to attack Zhao Sect, so this time they went to Jinan. , There is a certain danger."

Linghu smiled and said: "Where is there no danger in walking the rivers and lakes? The Sun Moon God Sect was originally my mortal enemy of the Huashan Sect. If I meet him, I must kill some of them to have fun."

Linghu Chong is the protagonist of this world, with great luck, Zhou Zhen is not worried about his safety.

However, in front of Feng Qingyang, he deliberately said: "Big brother, your skill is not enough, and swordsmanship is mediocre, so you should keep a low profile. Or, let the uncle Tai teach you more tricks..."

Feng Qingyang said: "Don't hit old ideas!"

Zhou Zhen replied: "Uncle Tai, you are from Huashan Mountain, and now the Huashan faction also respects Tai Shi Shu. It is reasonable to have time to teach you a few tricks.

What's more, Pingzhi still has a little unconfirmed news that Tai Shishu had obtained the Dugu Nine Swords left behind by the sword demon Dugu Qiuqiu.

The Sword Demon was a hero of the Northern Song Dynasty, invincible in the world at the same time, and the later generations of the Condor Heroes did not get all the sword moves.

Uncle Taishi received the favor of Huashan Pioneer, even if he didn't intend to return, he shouldn't bring his kung fu into the coffin! "

Feng Qingyang's eyes drenched, his whole body soaring. "How do you know that I will be able to do Dugu Jiujian? How do you know that the sword demon Dugu is seeking defeat!"