Shen Yuanjing took Lin Pingzhi to pay homage to Yue Buqun and his wife, Linghu Chong and his junior brothers and sisters. Yue Buqun encouraged Lin Ping and took Shen Yuanjing to the room to talk.

Lin Pingzhi was surrounded by a group of uncles and felt a little uncomfortable, especially Yue Lingshan stared at her with big eyes, and asked at a loss: "Uncle Ten, what's wrong?"

Yue Lingshan giggled and said, "It's nothing. I suddenly thought that I was a master uncle, so I'm happy!" Then she pulled a few junior sisters and started to discuss, saying, "The junior nephew is so pretty, his appearance is almost as good as the second senior brother", and the other one says, "Will the second senior brother judge people by their appearance in the future?" and so on.

Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong sat in the same class, listening to Shen Yuanjing's recounting his experience of being away from the mountain for half a year. When he learned that he had passed the imperial examination, Yue Buqun smiled and felt very happy.

When Shen Yuanjing talked about the danger of the Evil-Battle Sword Technique, Yue Buqun's face turned solemn. He pondered for a while, and told him: "Yuan Jing is that you have always been independent and have a good manner of acting in a manner, not as frivolous as your senior brother. You can handle this secret by yourself, but don't reveal it easily, and don't lend it to others, especially Chong'er!"

Shen Yuanjing nodded and said yes, but it was not surprising that Yue Buqun did it. Yue Buqun valued the foundation of the Huashan Sect the most. It turned out that he could not withstand the situation where the Songshan Sect was under pressure outside and there was no one available inside, so he naturally could not withstand and used external forces desperately.

Nowadays, the great disciples of the Huashan Sect are unrestrained and have a broad range of friendships, and their martial arts are better than those of their masters; the second disciples are talented and famous in the world, and their martial arts are among the top ones today. Yue Buqun saw that the overthrow of the Huashan Sect had passed, and his revival was in sight, and he was also depressed. Zixia's magical skills are thousands of miles a day, so how could he look at any evil kung fu?

Three days later, the Huashan School was divided into two groups. Yue Buqun and his group "escorted" Liu Zhengfeng's family and disciples to the north, while Shen Yuanjing took Lin Pingzhi, Liang Fa, Gao Genming, and Ying Bai Luo to Fuzhou to attend Lin Pingzhi's mother's forty-year-old birthday party.

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The group walked to the bank of Xiangjiang River and saw Wuyou's ferry. Gao Genming volunteered to search. After about an incense stick, he hurried back. When he saw Shen Yuanjing, he hurriedly said: "Second Brother, I saw Master Fei Bin sent over Songshan, and took a few disciples, as if he was about to rush to where Uncle Liu's ashes fell. I don't know what to do."

Shen Yuanjing immediately said, "I'll go first, you will follow me." Before he finished speaking, the person had already floated away. After a few feet away, there was no one in a blink of an eye. Liang Fa and his men were stunned to see his light skills so terrifying, and then they followed them together.

Soon, Shen Yuanjing had arrived at the scene. From a distance, a disciple of Songshan in a yellow shirt walked towards a little girl with a sword raised his sword and focused a little, but it was Wan Daping of Songshan Sect who was about to kill.

Seeing that it was too late to stop, Shen Yuanjing drew his sword out of the sheath, and threw it out with a meteor, and Wan Daping was about to stab him with a sword, but heard the urgent voice of uncle Fei Bin from his ear: "Be careful!"

When he turned around, it was too late. A long-range light flashed, and it reached his sight and passed through his chest. Fei Bin was furious and faced the place where the flying sword came, drawing the sword and roared: "Who is the rat!"

Shen Yuanjing came and recognized that the little girl was Qu Feiyan, who was a little older than when she saw it on the Yellow Crane Tower. She was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing a green dress, with white skin, a pretty face without any blood, and her eyes were slightly opened, as if she didn't dare to open it completely.

She was holding a seven-string guqin tightly in her arms. Shen Yuanjing recognized it. This was the relics of Quyang that he threw into the Xiangjiang River. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Fei Bin's face was as deep as water and shouted, "Mr. Chen, what does this mean?" He put his hand behind him and made a gesture. Di Xiu and two other disciples followed him quietly moved towards Qu Feiyan.

Shen Yuanjing didn't answer, and his feet tiptoed, like a strong wind blew, and suddenly came. Di Xiu subconsciously swept across the sword, and Shen Yuanjing seemed to be lifted up by the wind, moved two steps out of thin air, letting a sword, rolling up Qu Feiyan's waist, and retreating back to his original place.

This action was complicated, but in fact it was only a moment. Fei Bin was shocked and thought that he could not beat him or keep him, and his tone became weaker: "Mr. Chen, this person is a member of the Demon Cult. Qu Yang is a remnant. Do you still have to cover up?"

"The disaster is not as good as the wife and children, so just follow the old affairs of the Liu family." Shen Yuanjing put down Qu Feiyan and said in a calm tone: "Does Uncle Fei have any objections?"

Fei Bin was so harsh and said, "I'm not afraid that I will report to the leader of the Zuo League and ask him to announce the world that your Huashan Sect has repeatedly protected the remnants of the Demon Cult, and his intentions are bad!"

"You all die here, no one knows!"

Fei Bin was shocked, pointed at Shen Yuanjing and said tremblingly: "You, you dare!"

Shen Yuanjing replied: "Why don't you dare!" He stepped forward and rushed forward. Seeing that a big battle was inevitable, Di Xiu was quick to learn and stole the corpse of Wan Daping, snatched up with the sword he had stabbed in his chest, and shouted at Fei Bin: "Uncle Master, he doesn't have a sword in his hand!"

Fei Bin was overjoyed. He knew a lot about the martial arts of the Huashan Sect. Without swords in his hand, his kung fu was less than half. He had thought about attacking, but when he thought of the other party's shocking body movement, he felt hopeless to kill, so he held the sword tightly and retreated against Shen Yuanjing.

"Who said that killing someone is going to use a sword?" Shen Yuanjing smiled. Qu Feiyan on the side couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the spring flowers blooming. Then he saw him flying to the crowd of the Songshan Sect as if he was being held back.

Fei Bin was prepared for a long time and stabbed him with one move. Shen Yuanjing turned sideways and advanced instead of retreating, and brushed his hand towards Fei Bin's right hand holding the sword.

Fei Bin was secretly happy. He claimed to be the Great Songyang Hand, so he naturally had better skills in palms, but his sword skills were not at the top. He calculated that Shen Yuanjing would use his body skills to come and seize the sword, so he sold a flaw. When the other party approached, he would loosen his hand and let the sword fall, and then suddenly waved his palm and hit Shen Yuanjing's chest.

In a flash, Fei Bin thought that it was so close and was foolproof. But Shen Yuanjing was not panicked, and held it with his hands expressionlessly. A strange force was passed on to Fei Bin's arm, and he turned it around. The palm technique deviated and hit a disciple of the Songshan Sect who besieged Shen Yuanjing.

With a "bang", the disciple of Songshan spitted blood and flew far away, with his eyes wide open, obviously unable to believe it.

Almost at the same time, Shen Yuanjing kicked out and hit Fei Bin's falling sword. The tip of the sword turned back and flew away quickly, and half of the foot was penetrated from the throat of the Songshan disciple who was surrounding him on the other side.

Then Shen Yuanjing let out another move, Di Xiu's sword stabbed from behind, and passed by, unable to contain it, and a large wound was cut on Fei Bin's arm.

In a moment, the disciples died and he was injured. Fei Bin couldn't believe it and asked in surprise: "What kind of magic skills are you?" Shen Yuanjing didn't say anything and attacked again.

Di Xiu turned around and ran away without looking back. Fei Bin angrily gurgled and blocked him. Shen Yuanjing walked around him and rushed forward. He caught up with Di Xiu in one step, put his hand on his head, and he turned his head for a while and died immediately.

When Shen Yuanjing turned around, the Huashan long sword had already fallen into the sheath, holding the Songshan broad sword in his hand.

Fei Bin knew he was not spared, so he called the "traitor" and rushed forward to fight desperately, as if he was crazy.

Shen Yuanjing rolled his sword and walked up. His sword technique was so strict, dignified and majestic, like thousands of troops carrying spears and halberds and galloping.

Fei Bin was hit by a few swords, but suddenly he didn't realize it and asked, "How come this is like my Songshan Sword Technique?"

It turns out that what Shen Yuanjing used was the Songshan sword technique he had seen on Huashan Siguo Cliff. It was similar to the existing sword technique of the Songshan School. One sword is a dragon of man of all ages, with a pure and elegant appearance, without any simplicity; it also seems to be a stack of green and floating green, which is better than light and awesome and heroic.

Fei Bin fell to the ground dejectedly. Shen Yuanjing threw the sword into the sky, rolled a few times, and landed on the wound that Wan Daping passed through his chest and penetrated it straight into the ground.
Chapter completed!