The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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Jiang Ning smiled and said.

……

"drink!"

"what!"

Thinking over the cliff.

Linghu Chong held his longsword and practiced his swordsmanship in the open space in front of the Thinking Cliff. His movements were sometimes graceful and sometimes sharp, and his longsword danced in the air, creating streaks of sword shadows.

call out!

A burst of sword energy erupted from the sword and shot straight towards a large tree in the distance, snapping it in half with a loud bang.

"It's done!"

Linghu Chong's eyes lit up with delight upon seeing this.

For the past few months, he has been practicing the Zixia Divine Skill to enhance his internal strength, and he has also been practicing the Five Mountains Sword Technique to achieve mastery of it. The move he just made was the result of his efforts over this period of time.

In the past, his sword energy could only travel a short distance, but now it can reach such a great distance, estimated to be nearly twenty meters, and its power is not weak. This means that his internal strength and swordsmanship have made great progress.

"As expected, practicing on the Cliff of Contemplation is peaceful and quiet, and my martial arts have improved."

Looking at the results of the past few months, Linghu Chong was overjoyed.

Anyone can become a genius if they can calm their mind and practice.

Linghu Chong's improved martial arts skills made him want to shout loudly, but he held back the next second, covering his mouth and looking around.

Since Feng Qingyang appeared last time and told him to keep quiet, he hasn't shown up again, as if he had never appeared at all. He called out to Feng Qingyang several times during that time, but Feng Qingyang didn't appear, so he gave up and pretended that Feng Qingyang didn't exist, focusing on practicing his skills, but he didn't shout and yell like before.

"We can go down the mountain now!"

Linghu Chong couldn't hide his joy.

He couldn't wait to see Yue Lingshan.

In the past few months, Yue Lingshan wanted to come up the mountain to see him, but he refused. He was afraid that seeing Yue Lingshan would distract him and make him unable to calm down. During this time, Lu Dayou brought him meals every day.

Just thinking about his junior sister's pretty face made Linghu Chong smile.

"Down the mountain! Down the mountain!"

Linghu Chong prepared to pack his things and head down the mountain.

"You think you can go down the mountain after all this training? You're so smug after making a little progress, and you want to be all lovey-dovey with your junior sister. You can't even stand a little loneliness. You're swayed by your feelings for your lover. How will you ever become a master? If your junior sister is really romantic, that's fine. But if she's a deep and calculating person, you'll be led around by someone else for the rest of your life."

Just as Linghu Chong had packed his things and was preparing to go down the mountain, Feng Qingyang, whom he hadn't seen for several months, suddenly reappeared and launched into a tirade of abuse at Linghu Chong.

"Grand Uncle?"

Linghu Chong's face lit up with joy, and he was about to tell Feng Qingyang that he was preparing to go down the mountain, but he was stunned after hearing Feng Qingyang's scolding and couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

“I think that’s about enough. Practicing martial arts is a lifelong endeavor. Although it’s quiet and convenient to practice on the mountain, I can’t stay on the mountain forever.”

"Moreover, I feel that my martial arts skills have improved significantly."

Although Jiang Ning did put a lot of pressure on Linghu Chong, Linghu Chong knew that there were few people in the martial arts world besides Jiang Ning who could have such strength at his age. Moreover, he really missed Yue Lingshan, and he would go crazy if he didn't see her soon.

"Ah?"

Feng Qingyang sneered.

"Big progress? Let me try and see just how much progress you've made in the last few months."

Linghu Chong looked troubled.

"Grandmaster Uncle, I am a junior, this is not appropriate, I dare not make a move."

"Ah."

Feng Qingyang chuckled: "Don't dare to make a move? Weren't you quite swift when you first attacked? I couldn't subdue you no matter what I did. I used every trick in the book, from sneak attacks to provocations, and I didn't see you hesitate to make a move."

Linghu Chong's face flushed red: "Grandmaster Uncle, please don't be offended. At that time, I didn't know your true identity and thought you were being tricked by someone from the Demonic Sect, which is why I fought with you. Now that I know your identity, I naturally wouldn't dare to offend you again."

Feng Qingyang sneered: "Don't talk like that. Do you think I'm too old to beat you? Or are you afraid of getting beaten up by me again like last time?"

"of course not!"

Linghu Chong argued loudly.

"I……"

"Alright, enough with the nonsense."

Before Linghu Chong could finish speaking, Feng Qingyang waved his hand and said directly, "If you really think you've improved, then prove it to me. Don't end up like last time, getting beaten and begging Grand Uncle to stop hitting me."

Linghu Chong wanted to say something more, but when he heard Feng Qingyang's last words, his face turned red, especially since Feng Qingyang used a mocking tone. Linghu Chong stood up abruptly.

"Since Grandmaster Uncle intends to test my martial arts skills, then I must offend you."

Although begging for forgiveness from one's elders is nothing unusual, Feng Qingyang's words still made him lose his composure.

Feng Qingyang sneered: "Do you always dawdle like this when you fight with others?"

I can't take it anymore!

Linghu Chong's expression darkened, and he thrust his sword forward.

Chapter 169: The Letter

Linghu Chong immediately used the Huashan Swordplay, "Welcoming Guests with Pine Trees".

Feng Qingyang just looked at him calmly, his face expressionless, his hands behind his back, motionless.

After months of diligent practice, Linghu Chong's swordsmanship has become increasingly proficient and swift; this strike was much faster than in the previous months.

"I've made a fool of myself, Grand Uncle!"

Linghu Chong shouted loudly, his movements incredibly swift.

A few months ago, he was hung up and beaten by Feng Qingyang. After these months of hard training, he was confident that even if he couldn't beat him, he wouldn't be beaten as badly as he was a few months ago.

A flash of sword light, and Linghu Chong's eyes blurred; Feng Qingyang, who had been motionless just moments before, had vanished.

"Ok?"

Linghu Chong was startled and was about to look around when a yawn came from not far behind him.

"Where are you looking?"

Linghu Chong quickly turned his head and saw Feng Qingyang propping his head up with one hand, lying on his side on a rock, looking quite relaxed.

"Sleepy."

Feng Qingyang looked tired.

Linghu Chong felt his blood rush to his head, his hand trembled, and the tip of his sword pointed upwards, unleashing another white rainbow piercing the sun.

Feng Qingyang rolled over, dodging the sword, then lay flat, pressing Linghu Chong's sword to the ground with his body.

Seeing this, Linghu Chong tried to pull back his sword, but found it was rooted to the spot and he couldn't pull it back no matter what he did.

"You did a pretty good job of making a fool of yourself, but don't do it again next time."

Feng Qingyang chuckled.

Linghu Chong shut his mouth and remained silent; the other party had hurt his pride too much, and he was truly angry.

Linghu Chong exerted force in his arm and pulled his sword back sharply, finally managing to retrieve it. He then continued his attack, but no matter how he attacked, he couldn't touch Feng Qingyang. Each time, he felt he was just a little bit away from success, but he was always just a little bit short.

"So close, so close, why is it always just a little bit short?"

Linghu Chong grew increasingly impatient, and his attacks became haphazard and driven by haste.

Feng Qingyang suddenly raised his leg and kicked Linghu Chong in the chest. Linghu Chong felt a pain in his chest and staggered backward.

"Almost?"

Feng Qingyang stood up and attacked Linghu Chong for the first time, striking with his left hand. Linghu Chong hurriedly defended, but Feng Qingyang was a step ahead, and Linghu Chong's left shoulder was struck, causing him to wince in pain.

Feng Qingyang's movements were incredibly fast, and Linghu Chong could never defend in time. He was always just a hair's breadth away from being hit by Feng Qingyang in multiple parts of his body, causing him pain all over his body.

"When we practice, we always say it's almost there, but now it's always just a little bit short. If you were to actually fight someone, that little bit of shortness would be enough to kill you countless times."

Bang!

Linghu Chong was sent flying by Feng Qingyang's blow.

"Your Huashan swordsmanship is so poor, and your movements are so slow. Your legs are even worse than mine, an old man in his seventies or eighties. The Huashan swordsmanship in your hands is just a show. Who are you trying to impress?"

Feng Qingyang sneered.

Linghu Chong looked sullen, but his anger surged after hearing Feng Qingyang's words.

"Then please instruct my grand-master on how to use it."

"hehe."

Feng Qingyang laughed: "Since you are so eager to learn, then I will reluctantly teach you."

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang looked around, flicked his sleeve, and a gust of wind struck a tree branch, which flew off and landed in Feng Qingyang's hand.

Feng Qingyang, with one hand on his waist and the other holding a tree branch, looked at Linghu Chong with a smile, but his entire demeanor suddenly changed, revealing his sharp edge.

"Now I'll demonstrate the Huashan Sword Technique to you, move by move. You'd better watch carefully and learn well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang flicked his wrist, starting with the same "Welcoming Guests with Pine Trees" stance, but both the speed and the movements were far more ferocious than Linghu Chong's previous move.

Linghu Chong was startled and quickly got up to defend himself.

Bang!

The tip of the branch in Feng Qingyang's hand landed on Linghu Chong's left shoulder, causing him excruciating pain. However, he reacted quickly, raising his right hand to sweep the branch upwards with his sword, intending to cut it in half. But Feng Qingyang had already pulled the branch back, and with a flick of his wrist, he delivered a powerful blow to Linghu Chong's back, causing him to feel a burning pain in his back.

But it wasn't over yet. Feng Qingyang kept whipping Linghu Chong with the tree branch in his hand, each strike landing hard on Linghu Chong's body. Every move was a Huashan sword technique, and Linghu Chong couldn't dodge a single one.

Linghu Chong endured seventy or eighty blows from Feng Qingyang before he finally stopped.

"I've just used all of the Huashan sword techniques. How did it feel?"

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Linghu Chong grimaced, his entire body burning with pain except for his face.

Feng Qingyang withdrew the internal energy attached to the tree branch and casually tossed it aside, looking somewhat refreshed.

Do you still think you're good enough?

Linghu Chong looked ashamed when asked the question and remained silent.

After a while.

“My grand-disciple is arrogant and complacent. Grand Uncle is right to teach him a lesson.”

Linghu Chong said sullenly.

"Grandmaster Uncle, please rest assured, your grand-disciple knows his mistake and will continue to focus on practicing at the Cliff of Repentance."

Although he was badly beaten like last time, Linghu Chong was still grateful to Feng Qingyang, who was telling him not to be complacent.

Moreover, this time was much better than the last time; at least the other party didn't embarrass us.

"Ah."

Feng Qingyang chuckled lightly: "What does it matter to me whether you focus on practicing your skills or not?"

After saying that, Feng Qingyang left gracefully.

Linghu Chong glanced at the luggage that had been packed earlier, sighed, picked up the package, and took it back into the cave.

……

courtyard.

Jiang Ning stood in the open space, one hand on his hip, eyes closed, motionless, surrounded by falling maple leaves.

After a while.

Jiang Ning moved slightly and began practicing martial arts in the courtyard. It was a basic Huashan martial art, but the movements were very slow, much slower than usual.

A gust of wind blew, and countless maple leaves fluttered and danced around Jiang Ning in the courtyard.