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Quanzhen style, Wuyue style, Suxin style, two-handed style, the four major sword styles, each sword style contains many moves, as well as the ultimate style that simplifies the complex.

Ning Zhong has studied the Quanzhen style and the Suxin style for many years and mastered it with one hand. Unfortunately, he has never been able to practice the two swords together.

But with Feng Qingyang's perspective, any sword technique is not easy to master as long as you know the principles and moves.

It's a pity that he has never been able to master the two-hand posture and has no clue.

I tried again and again, but after a few times I couldn't do anything, so I had to give up and look at Yue Buqun with a suspicious look on his face.

"You really perfected this swordsmanship? Why don't I believe it?

With such swordsmanship, even I can't fault it. What else can I do to help you correct it?

And my Dugu Nine Swords, each has its own merits.

Although there are many moves, especially the ultimate swordsmanship of each move that simplifies the complex, it is not inferior to Dugu Nine Swords.

I am not able to help you correct it. By the way, this is my Dugu Nine Swords. Take it. With your talent, you may be able to simplify the Dugu Nine Swords and turn it into the ultimate sword technique, the Dugu Style.

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"Senior brother, you are amazing, you are able to create such an incredible swordsmanship!"

Faced with Ning Zhongze's shock, Feng Qingyang's suspicion, and finally his generosity, Yue Buqun was speechless and quite moved.

"Ahem, thank you for your generosity, uncle. Besides, this was indeed created by a disciple.

It was a great opportunity. This time I took Mo'er, Yi'er and the others to the foot of Mount Hengshan.

Because of some things, my mind was empty and chaotic, and I fell into an epiphany, which lasted four hours.

When I woke up again, not only did I break through from the super-first-class peak to the ultimate peak, I also had these memories of swordsmanship in my mind.

However, to evolve the Dugu Nine Swords into the Dugu Style, if there is no sudden enlightenment, it would be impossible to just rely on hard training in just a few decades!"

Seeing Yue Buqun's unsatisfied look, Ning Zhong covered his mouth and smiled softly. Feng Qingyang was speechless and did not want to talk to this shameless junior.

Firstly, Feng Qingyang cared about Huashan, and secondly, he had seen the hard work of Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze over the years. In the end, he could only follow Yue Buqun's request and go down Siguo Cliff and become a member of the Huashan sect.

The Supreme Elder.

No matter what happens, if you don't do anything, your rights are not small.

It can even shake Yue Buqun's decision, but it's impossible. Who makes Huashan Mountain wither? Only Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, the wind is clear.

When we usually discuss matters, we always learn from each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

After descending from Siguo Cliff, Yue Buqun also began to study the piano and flute. He found books on the piano and flute and also invited some masters in this field to teach him.

Without martial arts secrets in this area, there is nothing we can do.

But now that the technique was complete and only one person was missing to learn it, Yue Buqun naturally did not want to abandon it.

But he felt that the sound of the piano and the flute to attack the enemy was absolutely powerful. As a man who could not make progress for a while, he focused on this in addition to looking at the collected Confucian, Buddhist and Taoist classics.

He also imagined that one day in the future, he would be able to avoid the biggest risks and take the smallest risks, without having to use a sword or a sword, fighting hard with the enemy and preventing the horse from slipping.

He imagined that across a long distance, wherever the sound of the flute or piano passed by, all the enemies would surrender, and he felt excited just thinking about it.

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A few days later, in the Huashan Zhengqi Hall, Feng Qingyang was sitting at the front seat, while the disciples of the Huashan Sect were watching.

Feng Qingyang presided over the wedding of Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze.

Nowadays, Huashan is vast and sparsely populated, and Huashan is in a state of closure. The wedding is simple, and they are all children of Jianghu. Ning Zhongze doesn't care, and Yue Buqun doesn't care.

One is to worship heaven and earth, the other is to worship in the high hall, and the husband and wife bow to each other.

It was natural for them to become husband and wife. After that, the family ate and drank in the Zhengqi Hall. Even the disciples were free to eat and drink. They no longer had the usual respect and restraint when facing Feng Qingyang, Yue Buqun, and Ning Zhongze.

suppress.

The two little girls, Wen Susu and Wen Ruoruo, were so happy that their faces turned red and they were very cute. Ning Zhong looked at these two people with doting expressions on his face.

Lin Mo and Linghu Chong, these two drunkards, actually got along with each other this time.

The two of them had a drink each, and when the sky was dark and the earth was dark, Yue Buqun was secretly inferior to that drinking method even after seeing him. Soon after, Feng Qingyang, who had drunk too much, also put down his arrogance and joined in.

In the end, only Feng Qingyang, an old drunkard, and two young drunkards were left having fun at the wine table.

The wine was so good that Yue Buqun went down the mountain and ordered Fumanlou to prepare all kinds of fine wines, including Wuliangye, Nuerhong, highland barley wine, mare's kumiss, Shao Daozi, etc.

Especially the roasted knives are suitable for Feng Qingyang's taste. In addition, I haven't been in such a happy mood for more than ten years. I used to be immersed in the sword fight, so I drank a few more drinks without knowing it.

Yue Buqun didn't expect that Uncle Feng and his disciple would become close friends at the wine table.

"Uncle Feng... Master Feng, do you... do you have any advanced martial arts skills?

Then... don't forget us!"

"And...and me!"

Lin Mo and Linghu Chong, two drunkards, were also in a daze after drinking. They completely forgot about their dignity and inferiority. They no longer had the restraint towards Feng Qingyang when they were sober.

"Haha... you... you two... don't worry.

I...who am I...ah, Hua...the Huashan sect...is...now...the only Qing generation...to exist...to exist.

Swords...swordsmanship...I...I have enough. When...when...when...I...point...point...to you.

No...but whether you...can...learn...succeed depends...on...you...you guys!"

Feng Qingyang also quickly promised that he would definitely teach these two guys their secret skills and let them roam the world.

Ning Zhong was speechless when he saw this situation. It seemed that people were the same when they were drunk. There were no servants in Huashan.

"Junior sister, you are still taking Shan'er with you. You need to rest early. Go and rest quickly.

I'm here, after they get drunk, I can just send them to rest!"

In the end, Ning Zhong had no choice but to rest by himself.

Yue Buqun's bridal chamber is a night of joy, and I am here to accompany these drunkards. Looking at the two apprentices, I keep cursing in my heart, and I have made up my mind that I will give you two bastards more shoes to wear in the future, so that you are so useless.

Strong eyes.

In the end, there was nothing he could do. All the disciples went to rest. He could only silently run the exercises in place and become familiar with them.

He rehearses the Yangwu Sword Sutra over and over again in his mind, and is constantly studying the Dugu Nine Swords. He hopes that one day he can simplify the complexity, merge the two into one, and combine them into one Dugu style. Then he will have the sixth form of the Yangwu Sword Sutra.

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