Chapter 15 Current Situation of Huashan

"From now on, you can call me Huang Bulin."

It doesn't work.

Go Brin.

Bulibulin bar.

Yue Buqun, Ning Bumu, etc. are so good. Even if they don’t have much money, they are not bad. After all, they can’t escape this disaster!

"Well, you don't think it's good. If you want to change your name, you have to ask your family for permission. Are there any elders in your family?"

Chen Qingping saw that his little apprentice was a little confused on his face. Thinking about the name, he thought he thought the name was not good-sounding after adding the character "sheng".

"Uh, I lost my mother when I was young. My father was the chief escort of the Changfeng Escort Bureau in Xi'an. He suffered a disaster last year. Now there is only one elder left, my second uncle. He is the chief escort of the Changfeng Escort Bureau in Luoyang. I still have an older brother in Xi'an."

He had no intention of changing his name, but he had been away from home for a long time and wanted to go back to confirm his thoughts, so he only talked about the situation at home.

Speaking of this, Huang Lin really felt that his father was tricked by some orphanage.

"Poor kid."

After Luan Qingrou heard this, she immediately felt that this child was very pitiful. Both of his parents died at a young age. She pulled Huang Lin into her arms and comforted her softly.

Huang Lin froze immediately.

Chen Qingping was also sad, knowing that his old wife thought of her son who died young. If it hadn't been for that disaster, his grandson might have been as old as Huang Lin.

"Okay, okay, look at how nervous this child is. You have to feel sorry for him. Just take good care of Lin'er from now on."

After rescuing Huang Lin, he continued:

"I still have a thin face in Huashan, so you don't have to worry about being bullied or anything like that. You just have to be careful when dealing with airbenders. They..."

As the old man was talking, he was interrupted by his wife.

"Why are you saying this in front of your children? Don't let the older generation's affairs affect them!"

The conversation was interrupted by the mistress, and the old man started talking about other things.

Huang Lin felt itchy in his heart. What he was most concerned about now was the affairs of the Qi Sword Sect, but he didn't dare to ask.

"Well, in the mountain, I and your wife are here, so you don't need to worry about being suppressed, but you have to remember the rules!"

“There are eight precepts of our sect:

The first precept is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and disrespect the elders;

2. Avoid bullying the weak and harming the innocent;

The three precepts include adultery, lust, and molesting women;

The four precepts are jealous and kill each other;

The five precepts are to forget one's duty and steal property;

The six precepts are pride and arrogance, which offends fellow believers;

Qijie is promiscuous with gangsters and colludes with evil spirits;

Bajie used his power for personal gain and enriched himself.

You have to remember it!"

Speaking of the sect rules, Chen Qingping's face became serious again.

"Yes, disciple, please remember not to violate the precepts!"

Huang Lin stood upright, clasped his fists, and bowed in salute.

After talking about the sect rules, Chen Qingping remembered the name of this young apprentice again and tugged at his beard.

"As for the name, you can go back one day and ask your brother what he means."

"I was about to ask for leave from the master. I had missed my late father's memorial day because of this competition. I was very uneasy and planned to go back to worship in the near future. I just happened to report the good news to my brother. In the past six months, I have only sent letters back and forth. I am afraid that my brother is worried about bad things.

Already."

Huang Lin pondered for a moment and truthfully stated his plan.

"Okay, just have a good rest these two days and get familiar with it on the mountain first. Then let your senior brother take you back. As for the sect registration and martial arts training, we will wait until you come back from the relatives' visit."

"But according to Master's arrangement, I just have to trouble Senior Brother to make a trip."

After thinking about it, I realized that I am just a teenager now. If I travel more than 200 miles in this era, I am afraid that I will be packed up and taken away.

"Your senior brother is called Fang Buwen. He stays at Luoyan Peak all year round. He doesn't know what he is up to. It's good to let him go out for a run."

The master's wife briefly told him about senior brother.

"Then let's go with your wife to clean up the room first."

Chen Qingping stood up, waved his hand, and went out. The little yellow dog squatting at the door heard the noise and ran over.

Twenty years ago, the ten elders of the Demon Sect raided the Huashan Sect.

At that time, the master, his wife and other masters of the Qing generation who were in their prime fell into the trap of diverting the tiger away from the mountain and intercepted the demon sect members near Taiyuan. By the time the masters received the news, it was too late.

When everyone hurried back, the entire Huashan Mountain was already in a gloomy state. The leader Duan Yunhao was seriously injured, and the masters of the Yun family in the sect suffered heavy casualties.

The master's son, in order to protect the younger disciples, deliberately lured away people from the demon sect, and was eventually killed at the age of sixteen.

Huang Lin's senior brother Fang Buwen was one of the protected ones. He was only 12 years old at the time and had just entered the inner sect.

The master and his wife frantically searched the mountains for people from the Demon Sect, and only killed some ordinary members. However, the ten elders of the Demon Sect were nowhere to be found, and there was no news about them in the world.

Duan Yunhao barely persisted for a few years, but eventually his energy and blood declined and he was seriously injured. Before his death, he passed the position of leader to his apprentice Ning Qingyu.

"What about the two sword qi sects? Do other sects also have these two sects?"

At this time, the sky was slightly bright. After practicing swordsmanship by the waterfall early in the morning, Huang Lin and his senior brother Fang Buwen chatted by the pool, mainly because he wanted to find out some information.

Fang Buwen wore a moon-white robe and sat lazily on the edge of the pool. He put one hand on his knee and took a sip from the wine gourd. With the other hand, he took a branch and paddled casually in the pool.

Hearing Huang Lin ask about the two sword qi sects, he sighed.

"The concept of sword energy probably started thirty years ago. I was young at that time and had just climbed up the mountain. Huashan Mountain was experiencing great disasters, so I didn't pay much attention to it."

As if reminiscing, he pondered for a moment before continuing:

"And at that time, it was just a dispute of ideas among a small number of people. There was no such thing as sword sect and air sect."

"About the years when Master Duan was seriously injured, there was turmoil in the mountain and the two Sword Qi Sects were separated. Now you can see that Luoyan Peak is the base of my Sword Sect, and the Qi Sect is at Lotus Peak a little to the north."

Huang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, also wearing the moon-white outfit that represented the inner disciples, with his long sword on his side, touching Xiao Hei who was lying next to him, and listened to Fang Buwen narrating the past.

In his previous life, he had watched a lot of movies and TV shows, and he had seen more fan fiction and ideas on the Internet, such as the Demon Cult's second attack on Huashan, Yue and Cai's stealing of "Sunflower", the outbreak of the sword fight, etc., probably all of these things

He knew a little bit, but what he really understood was what happened in Xiaoaoli after the decline of Huashan.

But these days, we don't have the Western chronology of the AD that was used in later generations. It's all about the emperor thinking of a year name, and then calculating it again by 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and so on.

Fortunately, it is the Ming Dynasty now, and each emperor has his own reign, but now the sixth year of Chenghua is away from the familiar start of Xiaoao, which is the fourth year of Zhengde. It is really unclear how long it will be.

Yue Buqun is only 12 years old now. Judging from his age, it will be at least thirty years later.

The most important thing is that he has now entered the inner sect of Huashan, and is a disciple of the Sword Sect who will lose the battle in the future. He has to figure out the specific time when the sword energy battle breaks out before he can make plans.

Now that Fang Buwen has told these inside stories, he can put some things in order, and he has no intention of interrupting his senior brother.

"By the way, you are also a disciple of the Sword Sect now. You should be careful when you interact with others in the future."

"Ah? Is it so serious, senior brother?"

Huang Lin was a little surprised. According to what he knew, Yue Buqun was already around 20 years old when the two cases broke out. He didn't expect that the situation has reached such a stage now.

"Just know it in your mind. Anyway, you are young and people won't take you seriously."

Fang Buwen leaned against the rock behind him, took a sip of wine, and started paddling again.

"Senior brother, when the two Sword Qi sects were not separated, was there anyone who took the lead? There must be a source, right?"

Seeing that he didn't want to talk more, Huang Lin turned the conversation to old things.

"Why are there so many problems? It's time for breakfast. I have to send you to Xi'an soon. It's really troublesome."

When Fang Buwen heard this, his expression was a little strange. He stood up and looked around, then he put away the wine gourd, patted his butt and walked towards the mouth of the valley.

"Master told you to go out more often. If you squat in the mountains all day, you will become a homebody."

In the past two days, Huang Lin has been following his senior brother Fang Buwen around the mountains. Knowing that he has a casual and lazy temperament, he has few scruples when chatting with him.

Seeing his expression, I guessed that the water inside was quite deep, so I quickly followed him.

Xiao Hei happily weaved in and out of Huang Lin's footsteps, having a great time.

In just two days, the little yellow dog became familiar with him, and now he doesn't even kiss the master.

Go back home and bid farewell to Master.

Chen Qingping didn't say anything, he just asked Fang Buwen to listen to him on the way, pay attention to safety, and teach him martial arts when he comes back.

The mistress handed over a bag of freshly prepared food, fearing that he would not be used to eating solid food on the road.
To be continued...