Smiling Proud Wanderer Chapter 12: Ming Wu

"Brother, mother went there, why won't you come?" Yue Lingshan's voice sounded in Yue Feng's ear again.

Since Yue Buqun and his wife left Huashan three days ago, Yue Lingshan has not known how many times this question has been asked. But no matter what he said, Yue Lingshan still kept asking.

Yue Feng said that he likes children, but he doesn't coax them very much. After all, even though he had lived into his twenties in his previous life, he was married after all, let alone having children, and had no such experience at all. Fortunately, Linghu rushed to help, otherwise I would have been completely busy. Coupled with the fact that the chores in Huashan are handled by outside disciples, there is not much that can really make him worry about it. But compared to the days when it was not only practice but also practice, it was still much worse.

"Lingshan, stop making trouble, they will come back in a few days." Yue Feng's face was embarrassed, and Yue Lingshan was still pestering him, it was worth looking at Linghu for help.

At this time, Linghu Chong was squatting, as if he had completely seen the gaze cast by Yue Feng, he was still practicing spitting kungfu on his own.

Yue Feng shook his head helplessly, and had to hold Yue Lingshan in his arms to avoid crying.

"Brother, you said that the master left us alone in Huashan, aren't they afraid of something?" At this moment, Linghu said conflictingly. He has been in the rivers and lakes all the time, living a life without a meal, he naturally thinks more than ordinary people, and at the same time he wants to be more mature.

Yue Feng's brows can't help but frown, and he is too lazy to refute Linghuchong's name, and asks: "What do you mean by this, just say anything."

Linghu smiled and said: "I mean, we have inherited Huashan for hundreds of years, will there be any seniors staying here. Otherwise, how dare the masters leave?" /

Yue Feng couldn't help but think of what Ning Zhongze said when he left.

"Feng'er, you have to remember that no matter what happens during this period, don't leave Huashan. As long as you stay here, no one dares to make trouble. It is safe on Huashan." Is it safe? , Stupid really refers to the existence of senior masters? In other words, it refers to the existence of clear wind?

Furthermore, with the current strength of the Huashan faction, it can be said to be far inferior to the other factions of the Wuyuejian faction, but in terms of reputation, it is still only under the Songshan Mountain. But even so, no one dared to question it.

I also remember that the Songshan faction tried to deal with Huashan at the beginning, and did not dare to really go up the mountain to attack, otherwise, with the strength of the Huashan faction, it can be said that it is completely impossible to resist. They chose to look for Jianzongmen to compete for the position of Huashan. Obviously, they had an estimate.

As for Yue Buqun and his wife, as soon as they saw the arrival of the swordsman, they left Huashan unceremoniously, leaving behind a century of foundation. In this way, they all knew that Feng Qingyang had lived in Huashan in seclusion.

If this is the case, in the novel, Linghu Chong blinded more than a dozen people with his advanced swordsmanship. Naturally, Yue Buqun could clearly know that he was the Dugu Jiu Sword, but why did he pretend to be ignorant?

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, do you say that Huashan really has a senior master?" At this moment, Ling Huchong asked again.

Yue Feng glanced at him deeply, but did not answer, but the haze that had been pressing on his heart suddenly disappeared. After all, as long as the wind is clear, no one will dare to secretly deal with the Huashan faction at this time.

"There is an old man in the family, and if there is a treasure, even the martial arts school is no exception." Yue Feng muttered such a sentence quietly. Even so, he finally didn't have to worry about it, and he could practice the exercises with confidence. As for Yue Lingshan...

Yue Feng's eyes lit up, not only looking at Linghu Chong, a rare smile appeared on his face, his voice appeared flattering for the first time, and he said: "Boy, I beg you for one thing, as long as you help me, I'll discuss anything in the future."

Linghu Chong also brightened his eyes and said, "Okay, who made me your brother. But this condition..."

"Master and them are going to return to Huashan, it is estimated that it will take a long time. Lingshan, let you take care of it. As long as you mix him well, whatever conditions are allowed." Yue Feng hesitated and said.

When Linghu Chong heard this, he planned to refuse, but he was unwilling to give up the terms Yue Feng said. Over the past few days, he has discovered that Yue Feng is a man who keeps his promises. As long as he agrees, he can definitely do it.

But on the other hand, Yue Feng is a person who must repay him, irritating him, and Ling Hu Chong is absolutely uncomfortable. In addition, when Yue Buqun and his wife left, they had already ordered him to listen to Yue Feng, but Yue Feng's martial arts was far from him, and he didn't have the courage to refuse.

After pondering for a long time, Linghu opened his mouth and said: "Okay, but from today, you will call me Senior Brother."

When Yue Feng heard this, he shook his head without hesitation: "No, change the terms. I want me to call you brother, no way."

"Then, let me squat less horse stance every day. From three hours to two hours, no, two and a half hours are fine." Linghu Chong said again.

Yue Feng still shook his head, and refused to agree. Before he left, Yue Buqun told him that he would take care of Linghu Chong's exercises, but he didn't dare to favor this. The three-hour squat time is the established rule of the Huashan School. Even the outside disciples had to obey it, not to mention Linghu Chong, the big disciple of the inner sect. As for Yue Feng, in order to give birth to internal strength as soon as possible, he insisted on at least six or seven hours a day.

Seeing that Yue Feng still disagreed, Linghu Chong could only say again: "Then can you give me some swordsmanship first, and it's really boring to be here all day long."

Yue Feng still shook his head and decided. The Huashan disciple does not generate internal strength, and is absolutely not allowed to learn swordsmanship. This is the rule of the Huashan School for hundreds of years. He dare not easily break it because he is afraid that his internal strength will be delayed because of his swordsmanship.

"This won't work, that won't work, then you say, what benefit can you give me?" Ling Huchong finally couldn't stand his temper, and asked.

A smile flashed across Yue Feng’s face, and he said, “I’m the Huashan Sword Sect for more than a few years. Not only do I have advanced martial arts, but I also hide hundreds of years of fine wine. As long as you take good care of Lingshan, I’ll I can help you get one or two bottles like this."

When Linghu heard this, he swallowed and spit. On one side, Yue Feng couldn't help but laugh secretly. This Ling Huchong was really addicted to alcohol like his life in the novel, and said: "According to Huashan's rules, drinking is not allowed within three years of getting started. You can consider it yourself."

Linghu shook his teeth and nodded in agreement: "Okay, from today onwards, the younger sister will take care of me. But you have to remember what you said."

At this time, Yue Lingshan, who had just turned five, still stayed quietly in Yue Feng's arms. Without knowing it, Yue Feng had already sold her to Linghu Chong.