The current Huashan Sect is not only in the heyday when the Sword Qi Sect was with each other, but also far behind the more than 30 disciples at the beginning of the plot.

Linghu Chong was only fifteen years old at this time, and it was nearly ten years since the plot appearance at the age of twenty-four or five. This was also the weakest time in Huashan.

There is no need for people, no need for money.

Therefore, Yue Buqun could only choose to close the mountain and practice hard.

He only recruits disciples at most once a year, and there will be no more than three people each time. Until the end of the plot, there were less than forty people in the entire Huashan Sect.

There is another reason for this, that is, Huashan has no money! It can be described as poor!

The previous generation of sword energy struggle not only caused the people of Huashan to wither and the internal vitality to be severely damaged, but also caused the entire Huashan to decline.

Not to mention anything else, the Qi Zong will ask for money to be buried if his own people die. They will try their best to comfort their relatives and ask for money. Even if the original Huashan Sect is prosperous, the entire Sect will not be able to stop the death of the entire Sect.

In addition, Yue Buqun himself wants to create the title of "Gentleman Sword". Whether it is to recruit disciples or recruit people, it is difficult to charge tuition fees. It is entirely supported by the already meagre surplus grain in Huashan.

It is said that a penny stumps heroes, and it is also very suitable for the martial arts sects.

Looking at the backward yard for a while, Yue Yuanbai gathered his mind, sorted out his appearance, and tried his best to make his expression majestic and humble, and then he slowly walked towards the door of the house.

"Master is back!"

Before Yue Yuanbai could approach, a sharp-eyed disciple in front of the courtyard door shouted excitedly. While shouting, he ran into the courtyard.

Yue Yuanbai, who was about to raise his hand to greet the disciple, could only put his hand down embarrassedly.

This makes people look at the door, and those who don’t know think they are telling you who they are!

Yue Yuanbai looked at the eyes of his future generations and couldn't help but complain, and at the same time, he put his hands behind his back and stepped into the courtyard.

"Master!"

As soon as they entered the door, the disciples immediately shouted in unison, with smiles on their little faces.

Yue Yuan has been on the verge of thought for nearly a month. Except for the second disciple, Laudeno, who went up the mountain to deliver meals every day, the other disciples have not seen each other for a long time.

Looking at the group of children who were only fifteen or sixteen years old and only eleven or eleven years old, Yue Yuanbai's face also showed a kind smile, but he was trying hard to complain in his heart.

I don’t know, but I thought I had come to some junior high school.

"Senior brother!" "Dad!"

Two crisp sounds interrupted Yue Yuan's white haired thinking. He looked closely and saw a beautiful woman in a white dress walking out of the side room, followed by a little girl in pink and jade.

It is Yue Yuanbai’s cheap wife and daughter in this world.

When Yue Lingshan saw Yue Yuanbai, she jumped up and ran up. Yue Yuanbai subconsciously squatted down and hugged her in her arms.

When he picked it up, he realized that everyone's eyes suddenly looked at him strangely.

"Oh!" Yue Yuanbai's heart trembled, and he instantly realized that Yue Buqun would definitely not have hugged Yue Lingshan as casually as he did before.

"It's all because of this girl who is cute!"

Yue Yuanbai complained secretly, then coughed lightly and put Yue Lingshan down quietly, pretending to be an old father who couldn't help but feel involuntarily without seeing his daughter for many days.

"How are you practicing sword skills these days?" Yue Yuanbai's eyes swept to his disciples, changing the topic.

When the group of disciples heard the master's question, they dared to stare at him with strange eyes. They were silent and did not dare to say anything, fearing that Yue Yuan would teach him in the vain.

As the head of Huashan, Yue Buqun treated his disciples seriously but kindly, conscientiously responsible, and devoted himself to his best efforts. This also led to the disciples being slightly afraid of him, fearing that one of them would be punished if he was wrong.

There was only the fourteen-five-year-old boy in front, looking straight at Yue Yuanbai with his eyes, as if he still wanted him to take the exam.

According to Yue Buqun's remaining memories, Yue Yuanbai knew that this young man was Linghu Chong, the son of destiny in this world. He was only fifteen years old at this time, but he had been in Huashan for more than five years.

The young man's nature really wants to show it in front of his master.

Seeing Linghu Chong staring at him, Yue Yuanbai was a little panicked. He was just a paper tiger. He just scared these half-baby boys. He really wanted to let him take the exam for Linghu Chong, but he didn't know what to take.

Did he rely on the introduction to Huashan swordsmanship he has seen in the past few days?

Fortunately, Ning Zhong cleared his siege at this time.

"Senior brother, you've just left the customs, so let's take a break first. Tomorrow is the annual enrollment ceremony in Huashan. I believe many children from the towns in the mountains will come, and you will have to worry about it when they fall." Ning Zhongze saw that the group of disciples did not dare to speak, so he said with a smile, "As for the teaching exam, it's not too late to be together tomorrow."

"Okay, you guys continue practicing first!" Yue Yuan walked down the donkey and took Yue Lingshan directly to the room.

Yue Yuanbai and his cheap wife Ning Zhongze's house is close to Tianqin Gorge, and on the side is the Ten Thousand-Four Abyss, which is where Lin Pingzhi picked up the "Sword of Evil-Breaking Sword" in the original work.

He took Yue Lingshan back to the house and teased his cheap daughter to play. Looking at the entire Huashan Sect, it was not easy for this little girl who was only seven or eight years old to notice his abnormality.

After playing with his daughter for a while, Ning Zhongze brought the food into the house.

There are not many people in Huashan now. In addition to being the master's wife of his disciples, Ning Zhong also works as a chef in Huashan School.

It turned out that Huashan was not without a cook, but because after the withering, the original Yue Buqun had to fire all those servants and those who were in the servitude.

This situation will last for many years, and Ning Zhong will be able to get rid of the position of chef afterwards, until he recruits female disciples later.

The meal prepared by my wife was not very rich, only one or two plates of side dishes, some rice porridge, and the best one was half a chicken.

From the perspective of a modern person, this thing is really nothing. Not to mention how it tastes, but the quantity is not necessarily enough for an adult's daily nutrition.

What's more, those who practice martial arts have a higher appetite, otherwise there would be no such thing as poor, civil and wealthy martial arts.

It is logical that the head of a sect has been in seclusion for more than a month and shouldn't have eaten so simple, but who said that the Huashan sect has experienced a major change and has not recovered its vitality at all.

Yue Yuanbai didn't say much. When he was on the cliff, he could only eat one meal a day because the journey was too far. It was undoubtedly painful for a modern person who was used to three meals a day.

The kingly way is to fill your stomach first.

However, in order to maintain the personality, Yue Yuanbai had to twist the chopsticks and eat slowly. After drinking a few sips of rice porridge, his stomach was considered to have some goods.

Just as he was about to pick up the chicken, he accidentally found that his daughter Lingshan's throat rolled up and down slightly. Combined with the eager eyes, Yue Yuanbai knew that this little girl was probably greedy.

"Come on, Shan'er!" Yue Yuanbai couldn't turn a blind eye to a little girl, and he was his nominal daughter.

As he said that, he handed a chicken leg to Yue Lingshan.

Yue Lingshan's face was pink and tender, and she stared at her big watery eyes. She swallowed secretly, but glanced at Ning Zhongze, and then shook her head.

Yue Yuanbai's face hesitated for a moment, and looked at Ning Zhongze who was sitting aside, and didn't know how to express it for a moment.

I don’t know if it was because Yue Yuanbai had been watching for a long time, Ning Zhongze’s snow-white cheeks suddenly flushed, and he smiled gently: “Senior brother, eat by yourself. You have worked hard in seclusion in Yashan these days. I know that you are anxious for our Huashan and practice hard every day, and our Huashan is now..."

Ning Zhong was only twenty-seven or eight years old at this time, and it was the time when a woman was beautiful and beautiful. At this time, her face was considerate and even more tender and charming.

"It's okay!" Yue Yuanbai swallowed secretly, unable to believe that the beautiful and charming woman in front of him was his wife. He quickly looked away, put the chicken in front of Yue Lingshan and shook it, teasing, "Dad, don't like chicken, come to Shan'er, you eat it!"

Yue Lingshan stubbornly pouted and refused to take it: "This chicken was stewed by my mother this morning before dawn. Although I want to eat it, my mother said that my father is the pillar of our Huashan Mountain and the backbone, so she must keep it for her father!"

Yue Yuanbai:...

The words of the little girl Yue Lingshan suddenly made Yue Yuanbai fall into deep thought, and an indescribable feeling of grief arose in his heart.

In the eyes of a modern person who has no worries about food and clothing, a piece of chicken and a chicken leg is nothing at all, and sometimes it is not just a waste.

But in Yue Lingshan's eyes, Ning Zhongze worked hard to raise this chicken. He got up before dawn and killed the chicken to cook. He stewed it all morning and waited for him to come back to eat.

It is even possible that they were at the foot of the mountain and did not show any meat for many days. The boys outside probably only had the chance to enjoy this kind of food because of his return today.

In fact, Yue Yuanbai knew in his remaining memories that Huashan is not having a good life now, but he didn't understand the specifics. Even Yue Buqun himself may not know that Huashan is so poor.

Yue Buqun's mind is always on revitalizing the lintel of the Huashan School, and Ning Zhongze has always been dealing with the "small things" of food, clothing and consumption in Huashan.

It is said that half of the young man is poor and labor-managed. Huashan has six or seven boys, and the daily consumption is not enough to just rely on the vegetables grown in the backyard.

Many times, I can only save money and satisfy the basic food and clothing.

Yue Yuanbai didn't know how Yue Buqun in the original play had survived this difficult period, but he couldn't bear it when he looked at his daughter who was secretly swallowing his saliva but was sensible.

Yue Buqun, who is dedicated to practicing martial arts, could not see these things, but Yue Yuanbai, who has been struggling in society for many years, instantly figured out the key.

Ning Zhongze is silently bearing the pressure of life in Huashan alone!

What is the priority now to improve your skills, practice martial arts, and work hard to make money!

Yue Yuan couldn't help but hold Ning Zhongze's Rouyi tightly in the palm of his hand, and said lightly: "Junior sister, thank you for your hard work over the years!"
Chapter completed!