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The precipitous Huashan Mountain is covered with snow and its peaks stand tall, rising into the sky like a sharp sword. The thick snow covers the mountain, as if the sword is sheathed, hiding its edge.

Just like the Huashan Sect at the moment, five years ago, the Huashan Sect had an internal sword fight. For a time, Huashan, as the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, lost all its masters.

At this time, Huashan Sect, Yunv Peak.

In the head's study, a young man about twenty years old, who was weather-beaten, pale and decadent, slowly opened his eyes.

But at this moment, he looked in disbelief and full of confusion.

Why? Because Huang Liang had a dream, he actually dreamed it, or did he have an extra memory?

In short, it is hard to explain, and it is like a dream. In a coma, it seems that I have been reborn into another world full of flowers, busy traffic, and advanced information.

When I woke up, the bustling scene was no longer there, and I returned to the familiar study room. The difference was that there was an extra memory in my mind.

"Haha, Swordsman? Yue Buqun? Linghu Chong? Ning Zhongze?

It’s incredible, it’s just a dream! But I won’t be the same as in my memory. In this life, I will honor the lintel of Huashan Mountain.”

He is Yue Buqun, the current leader of the Huashan Sect. Of course, we can also talk about culture.

Speaking of this, he wanted to complain about Huang Liang Yimeng's parents in his memory. They were too irresponsible about his name. How could they be so casual.

Closer to home, he was not disgusted with what Yue Buqun had done in his memory, but rather admired him. He was definitely the real leader of the sect.

As for why he fell into coma, the reason is much simpler.

"The north respects Shaolin, the south respects Wudang. When the fist leaves Shaolin, the sword returns to Huashan."

This sect, which once rivaled Shaolin and Wudang in fame, lost its talent overnight.

Just a week ago, Ning Qingyu, the last master of the Qing Dynasty in Huashan, was seriously injured after experiencing a sword fight and survived for five years.

Ning Qingyu, Yue Buqun's master, Ning Zhongze's father, and the head of the Huashan Qi Sect, could no longer hold on and passed away from his serious injuries.

Devastated by grief, he endured his grief and arranged his master's funeral. After being grieved and exhausted, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a coma in the Jianqi Chongxiao Pavilion, no, the current Zhengqi Hall.

Speaking of Jianqi Chongxiao Pavilion, it was the meeting hall of the so-called heads of the two Jianqi sects before the internal fighting between Jianqi.

But the grievances that had been building up for a long time finally ended five years ago, for some unknown reason, one night, when the two sword sects suddenly attacked each other indiscriminately, without any regard for the friendship between the two sects.

Five years later, looking back now, Yue Buqun is still horrified.

It was truly a terrifying night. The sword energy was soaring into the sky, and the sword energy was flowing freely and horizontally.

Up and down Jade Girl Peak, from the Jianqi Chongxiao Hall, there are the Buwei Pavilion, the Sutra Collection Hall, the utility rooms, the martial arts arena, and the accommodation rooms.

Whether within or between these place names, it instantly became a Shura field, and the disciples of the Air Sect and the Sword Sect were shouting, wailing, asking for help, and calling for help.

Among the fellow disciples, sharp sword blades pierced the chests of the brothers. The uncle with profound skills split the childish nephew into two pieces. Blood filled the air and drowned everyone's sanity.

Yue Buqun, who was fourteen or fifteen years old at the time, would have been almost split into two pieces if his master Ning Qingyu hadn't arrived in time.

Wailing and crying were everywhere, and weapons clashed, resounding all night above Mount Huashan.

After a short but long night, it suddenly became silent in the early morning. The entire Huashan Mountain was silent, with only two or three big cats and kittens left.

Where is the noise and shouting of the disciples in the morning? It has disappeared!

Where were the scoldings from the uncles who taught the exercises? They also disappeared!

Where are the coquettish smiles and scoldings of the senior sisters? They have disappeared!

Cheng Qingming, Meng Qingchou, Xu Qingyang, Lu Qingzhou, Deng Qingwei, Feng Qingsu from the Sword Sect, Ning Qingyu from the Qi Sect, Yuan Qingming, these masters of the Qing generation, some were seriously injured, some were slightly injured, or they were delayed in the end.

In one breath.

They all cried loudly, regretted it all, and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing this situation directly, they died of anger.

Some even felt ashamed of the ancestors of the Huashan Sect and committed suicide on the spot to apologize.

Those who were seriously injured were even more injured and were on the verge of collapse. Even though they dragged their seriously injured bodies and tried to protect the withering Huashan Mountain for a while, they died soon after.

Only Ning Qingyu, the least injured person, was left, but after experiencing that unparalleled blow, his energy and blood flowed backwards on the spot, and he almost died on the spot.

Even so, it only lasted five years.

No, I drove to Hexi just a week ago, but fortunately, although Huashan is withering, it is still stable.

And if the memory is correct, there is also a senior behind Huashan who is secretly protecting him.

Because he knew that Feng Qingyang, a master of the Qing Dynasty, was deceived into getting married, and when he came back, he was disheartened and disappeared without a trace.

But in the cultural memory, Feng Qingyang has been hiding in Huashan Siguo Cliff, secretly protecting Huashan.

Bang...

The door opened, and a girl about eighteen years old came in carrying some soup.

Seeing Yue Buqun wake up, tears immediately fell down his pretty face.

"Brother, it's great that you woke up!"

Looking at the crying Ning Zhongze, Yue Buqun's heart softened. In the memory of the culture, this future wife was his wife, gentle and virtuous, working hard and taking care of the housework in Huashan.

In the end, he did not die well, and he died regretfully for himself, his daughter, and Huashan.

Thinking of this, something seemed to tug hard in my heart, and I vowed to protect her in the future, so that such a person could spend his remaining years happily.

"Haha, junior sister, senior brother, I'm fine. Stop crying. If you cry again, you'll look like a little cat and won't be pretty anymore."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to help his junior sister wipe the tears from her pretty face.

Ning Zhongze's pretty face turned red, and he immediately stepped aside and spat: "Brother, you are not serious!"

He hurriedly ran out of the master's study, thinking that his senior brother was really a man. Although his father had betrothed him to him, he hadn't gotten married yet.

Yue Buqun, on the other hand, looked awkward and complained in his heart that it was a mistake and was affected by cultural memory.

Although this is a world of martial arts, it is also ancient. To reach out and wipe the tears of a girl who has not yet left the court is too offensive, and she is suspected of being a pervert.

After Ning Zhongze ran out, he quietly closed his eyes and meditated, pondering on the current situation and pondering on future countermeasures.

Yue Buqun has been practicing for many years, but due to qualification issues, he is still in the early second-rate stage.

And this time it is a blessing in disguise, it has reached the peak of the early stage of the second-rate, and has a tendency to enter the mid-term.

Speaking of realms, there are obvious divisions in his memory, and the divisions of realms are related to the twelve regular meridians in the body. There are eight extraordinary meridians, which are also called the eight extraordinary meridians.

Cultivation means developing the human body. The twelve main meridians, namely the three yin meridians of the hands and feet and the three yang meridians of the hands and feet, are the main channels for the circulation of qi and blood in the human body.

The eight extraordinary meridians, namely Du meridians, Ren meridians, Chong meridians, Dai meridians, Yin Qiao meridians, Yang Qiao meridians, Yin Wei meridians, and Yang Wei meridians, have the function of commanding, connecting and regulating the twelve main meridians.

Qi and blood can pass through the meridians to the internal organs, reach the surface of the muscles, and operate the whole body. The eight extraordinary meridians, the twelve main meridians, and countless small meridians, acupoints, etc. in the human body just constitute the circulation of human qi and blood.

The twelve main meridians are the Lung Meridian of Hand Taiyin, the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming, the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming, the Spleen Meridian of Foot Taiyin, the Heart Meridian of Hand Shaoyin, the Small Intestine Meridian of Hand Taiyang, the Bladder Meridian of Foot Taiyang, the Kidney Meridian of Foot Shaoyin, and the Hand Jue Meridian.

Yin Pericardium Meridian, Hand Shaoyang Triple Burner Meridian, Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian, Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian.

In the world of martial arts, those who have mastered the twelve formal rules can easily become masters of several levels.

If one meridian is not opened, it is a person who is not a good person in the world. If four meridians are opened, it is a so-called third-rate master.

This realm is considered to be the disciple level among people with the strength of the Wuyue Sect.

In the same way, those who have opened eight meridians and those who have opened twelve meridians are second-rate masters and first-rate masters respectively.

Second-rate masters are the mainstay of every sect in this world.

And first-class masters, whether they are from the righteous sect or the Demonic Sun and Moon Sect, all play a very important role. Even the leaders of sects like Wuyue are mostly just first-class masters.

Above the first-class masters, there are the so-called super first-class masters, supreme masters, and peerless masters.

Such masters are basically secluded masters. They generally do not participate in sect affairs and focus on cultivation. They are at the level of Dinghai Shenzhen in every sect.

However, there is no information in Yue Buqun's memory that corresponds to a realm above a first-class master. Even if he knows that the realm above is just a number corresponding to the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, he doesn't know which realm they correspond to.

Maybe Feng Qingyang knows, but he can't see Feng Qingyang now.

With his current second-rate initial state of opening up the five meridians, even if Feng Qingyang is behind him, he won't be able to find it if he doesn't want him to.

At the same time, he also silently memorized the Zixia Magic Skill in his mind. As the exclusive skill of the Qi Sect leader, this skill is naturally not too bad.

Although the Eight Extraordinary Meridians are not involved, all the twelve main meridians are involved, which means that if one has completed the Zixia Divine Art, one can practice it to the pinnacle of a first-class realm.

Presumably the Yue Buqun in cultural memory was the one who had no way to advance after he reached the peak of his cultivation. He had Linghu Chong's debauchery inside, causing trouble everywhere, and the Songshan sect's aggressiveness outside. He had no choice but to get the evil sword of Lin Jiafuwei Escort.

On the spectrum.

Moreover, although the progress of Zixia magical power is slow, it is fortunately neutral and peaceful, and can prolong life.

From the original work, Yue Buqun is at least in his forties, but looks about thirty years old, so we can know the magical effect of Zixia Magic.

Thinking of this, he became more determined to practice the Zixia magic skill.

"Hey, Huashan Sect! Huashan Sect!

Now it's just me and my junior sister, except him, of course, it's really a headache.
Chapter completed!