Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze had obtained the fragments of the Nine Yin Sutra, and they did not even bother to teach the disciples. They only practiced meditation every day, so the task of teaching martial arts to the new Huashan disciples fell to Mo Yuan.

"When you practice swordsmanship, you need to train your mind. When your mind is calm, your sword will be clear. You must remember this!" Mo Yuan taught a group of disciples practicing swordsmanship in the martial arts field.

The disciples responded and practiced Huashan's basic swordsmanship with great enthusiasm, their energy was even higher than when Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were there.

Yes, the role model is right in front of you. As long as you practice swordsmanship diligently, you will be favored by this sixth senior brother.

In the first three years of their apprenticeship, Huashan disciples learn both literature and martial arts. While doing horse-stepping, they also learn basic swordsmanship in order to lay a solid foundation.

Mo Yuan also came here like this. With his current martial arts skills, he is more than enough to teach ordinary disciples.

Although the Purple Cloud Divine Skill is extremely exquisite, Mo Yuan only needed to collect a wisp of morning glow purple energy in the morning and meditate at night to transform the internal energy of the Hunyuan Skill.

There was no sun or moon in the mountains, and two months passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, Mo Yuan had just finished collecting purple energy from Chaoyang Peak. Suddenly a disciple came to deliver an order, saying that the master was waiting for him in the study. Mo Yuan hurried down to the peak.

, hurried to the study room.

In the study, Yue Buqun and his wife were both present. Mo Yuan stepped forward and saluted: "Disciple pays homage to Master and Master!"

"Xiao Liu, there's no need to be polite," Yue Buqun said.

Mo Yuan stood up and looked at the two of them. Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, whom he had not seen for two months, had a bright look in their eyes. It was obvious that they were quite skilled in practicing the Nine Yin Manual.

Progress benefit.

Yue Buqun stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and said with a smile: "You have been very tired these past two months. You have to teach the disciples martial arts and practice the Zixia magic skill. Why, which level have you reached now?"

"Master Qi, this disciple has only reached the seventh level." Mo Yuan didn't hide it and spoke truthfully.

The Zixia Divine Art is different from the Hunyuan Art. It only has nine levels. In the past two months, Mo Yuan has transformed all the Hunyuan Qi into Zixia Qi. Unfortunately, it is only the seventh level. He is now using Zixia

Xia Zhenqi practices Hunyuan Gong, and the effect is three points better than Hunyuan Zhenqi.

After all, Zixia Zhenqi is the supreme magical power of Taoism. It is neutral and peaceful, and is very beneficial to the body. It is very effective when used to practice body-building exercises such as Hunyuan Gong. Although it is only the seventh level of Zixia Zhenqi, it is very beneficial to the body.

Yuan was actually able to faintly feel the bottleneck of the twelfth level of Hunyuan Gong!

According to this kind of practice, only after breaking through the eighth level of Zixia Divine Art, it is estimated that the twelfth level of Hunyuan Gong will be completed. By then, I am afraid that there is no hope.

"Seventh level, yes, yes, people say that the master is better than the master. You are better than the master. I guess the time is not far away." Yue Buqun nodded with satisfaction.

He has been in charge of the Huashan sect for thirty years, and has practiced the Zixia magic skill for thirty years, but he has only reached the seventh level. If there is no chance, he has broken through to the eighth level. There are disciples under his sect who are so outstanding that they can catch up.

Him, how can I make him dissatisfied?

"It's not that long ago. Xiao Liu is a martial arts prodigy. I'm afraid he's already mastered the Nine Yin Broken Chapter. His Spiral Nine Shadows Qing Gong can already divide the nine realms, but you can only divide the four realms. If we really fight, you now

I can't even beat your apprentice!" Ning Zhong laughed from the side.

Yue Buqun shook his head and said angrily: "Yes, yes, I can't beat Xiao Liu. I'm talking like you can beat Xiao Liu."

"Then I'm not like you, pretending that the time is not far away." Ning Zhong said with a smile.

He and his wife walked the rivers and lakes with swords and passed through the most difficult years in Huashan together for decades. They had a deep relationship. Such bickering and joking was common. Mo Yuan did not dare to get involved and just stayed quietly on the sidelines.

Listen quietly.

Yue Buqun did not answer Ning Zhongze's words. Instead, he said to Mo Yuan: "Nine Yin Fragments, your wife and I have studied it carefully in the past two months. The martial arts are really unique, especially the Yi Jing forging."

The Bone Chapter can improve the qualifications of disciples. With the help of this sutra, I am afraid that the day when my Huashan Mountain will rise is not far away."

When he said this, he paused and then said: "Junior Brother Liu of the Hengshan Sect has a golden basin hand-washing ceremony on July 15th. There is less than a month left. I have already ordered all your senior brothers to gather in Hengyang to congratulate Junior Brother Liu."

.It’s just that their skills are still shallow, so I’m afraid they’ll be bullied. Your master wife and I can’t leave after studying the Nine Yin Remnants for a while, so you can participate on my behalf.”

"Remember, don't cause trouble, and don't let the name of our Huashan Sect fall into disrepute and cause people to look down upon you!"

Mo Yuan originally planned to go down the mountain with Yue Buqun because Liu Zhengfeng was about to wash his hands in the golden basin, but he never thought that Yue Buqun would ask him to represent Huashan. This really surprised him.

Also, Yue Buqun originally went down the mountain to ward off evil swords, but now that he has obtained the Nine Yin Fragments, he naturally won't go.

But don't you cause trouble...

Mo Yuandao: "Disciple accepts the order, but the master said not to let me cause trouble. If the Songshan sect has any conspiracy or makes trouble for the disciple, what should the disciple do?"

Mo Yuan is not a person who is so generous that he ignores people who want to kill him. He has long planned to take revenge on the Songshan sect at this Golden Pen Washing Ceremony.

Yue Buqun gave Mo Yuan a thoughtful look and said, "The Huashan Sect is no longer what it used to be. You must remember not to ruin the name of our Huashan Sect."

Mo Yuan still didn't understand what the master said. He said happily: "Disciple will obey the master's orders."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Yue Buqun waved his hand.

Mo Yuan resigned, walked out of the study, and returned to his room.

It was still early in the morning, and it was just the right time to hit the road. He did not delay, packed up a few changes of clothes, and headed down the mountain.

…

July 12, Hengshan, a certain teahouse.

A hunchback with plaster on his face was sitting in the corner, listening to a group of tycoons in the teahouse talking about how Liu Zhengfeng and Liu Sanye of the Hengshan Sect washed their hands in a golden basin on July 15th.

Wash your hands in a golden basin, wash your hands in a golden basin...

The hunchback laughed to himself twice, picked up the tea cup on the table, and drank it all in one gulp, his mouth full of bitterness.

Wash your hands in the golden basin, retire from the world, and live in peace from now on. If I had known about such things earlier, I would definitely let my father wash his hands in the golden basin, and no longer care about the right and wrong in the world. I just hope that my father and mother will kiss him and be safe.

No problem.

The hunchback thought in his heart that he was none other than Lin Pingzhi from the Fuwei Escort Agency.

As in the original work, he still suffered a catastrophe. Even though Mo Yuan taught him about his martial arts, how could he be better than Yu Canghai, who had been practicing swordsmanship for decades, in just one year?

He was sad about his life experience, but the wealthy people in the teahouse began to talk about the feud between Mr. Mo Da of the Hengshan Sect and Mr. Liu Sanye.

Just at this moment, a young swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat walked into the teahouse.

"Shop, are there any seats available?" The swordsman took off his dripping bamboo hat and asked.

It was raining heavily at this time, and the teahouse was full of seats.
Chapter completed!