The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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"Grand Uncle, please."

Feng Qingyang didn't stand on ceremony and immediately picked up the wine and drank it down in one gulp.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Feng Qingyang nodded.

"The wine you've been sending lately has been getting better and better."

"hey-hey."

Linghu Chong chuckled.

Since returning from Blackwood Cliff, for some reason, Yue Buqun, who had always restricted his drinking, relaxed his requirements and even gave him a lot of silver to buy wine. However, there was one condition: he could not get drunk, nor could he drink with the disciples of the sect, to prevent them from becoming drunkards like Linghu Chong.

When no one is there to drink with, even the best wine loses its flavor. Linghu Chong immediately thought of Feng Qingyang, and from then on, he would often bring wine up to have a good drink with Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang smiled but remained silent upon hearing this.

He certainly knew why Yue Buqun would give Linghu Chong so much silver to buy back the drink.

This is the tacit understanding between him and his apprentice Jiang Ning.

"Grandmaster Uncle, will you come to my wedding?"

After several rounds of drinks, Linghu Chong expressed his expectations.

Feng Qingyang drank in silence, but nodded in response to Linghu Chong's fervent anticipation.

"will go."

Before Linghu Chong could be happy, Feng Qingyang continued.

"But I won't show myself in public."

Linghu Chong was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this, but he still nodded.

This is enough.

After completing this important task, Linghu Chong took the initiative to bring up the events that had occurred in the martial arts world with Feng Qingyang.

"Hey, Grandmaster Uncle, that's strange. After returning from Wuwei Prefecture, Shaolin Temple announced the closure of the mountain. I don't know why."

"It's fine if the mountain is closed, but for some reason, a plague broke out at Shaolin Temple not long ago, killing many people. Even Master Fangzheng and Master Fangsheng passed away. It's such a pity."

Linghu Chong shook his head as he spoke.

He also thought the two masters were quite nice, kind and compassionate.

Feng Qingyang was somewhat surprised to hear this, but he didn't say anything until Linghu Chong's next words changed his mind.

"Fortunately, my junior brother is alright and did not contract the plague, otherwise it would have been too much of a blow to Master."

Linghu Chong said with a sense of relief.

"what?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned.

"Your junior brother has been to Shaolin Temple?"

"Yes."

Linghu Chong nodded.

"My junior brother went to Shaolin Temple, and shortly after he left, a plague broke out there."

Feng Qingyang frowned slightly, sensing that things weren't so simple, and asked.

How many monks died at Shaolin Temple?

"Nine hundred and sixty-eight people."

"Nine hundred and sixty-eight..."

Upon hearing this number, Feng Qingyang froze, muttering those words repeatedly.

"Grand Uncle-Master? What's wrong?"

Linghu Chong noticed Feng Qingyang's unusual behavior and quickly asked him about it.

"nothing."

Coming to his senses, Feng Qingyang glanced at Linghu Chong and said casually.

"Oh fine."

Although Linghu Chong didn't understand, he still nodded.

"Alright, leave the wine here, you can go back now."

Feng Qingyang had lost his appetite for drinking at this point and said calmly.

"what?"

Linghu Chong was taken aback.

Although he didn't know why, since his grandmaster uncle was telling him to leave, Linghu Chong didn't dare to ask any more questions. He got up to leave, but before leaving, his gaze fell on the few jars of wine.

"Grand Uncle, what about these wines..."

Feng Qingyang glanced at it and said.

"Let's stay here."

Linghu Chong's eyes widened slightly.

Not even one jar was left for him?

"Ok."

Linghu Chong nodded.

Oh well, since Yue Buqun isn't restricting his drinking anymore, there's no need to worry about the wine.

"Grandmaster Uncle, then this disciple will take his leave. These wines are for you to enjoy. When I come again next time, I will bring some fine wines for you to taste."

Linghu Chong said nonchalantly.

"Ah."

Feng Qingyang nodded, then waved to signal that Linghu Chong could leave.

However, before leaving, Feng Qingyang suddenly called out to Linghu Chong again.

"Wait a moment."

Linghu Chong turned to look at Feng Qingyang.

"Does Grand Uncle have any further instructions?"

"How's your reading of that half-Buddhist scripture I gave you last time?"

The mere mention of this matter brought up a mask of pain on Linghu Chong's face.

"Grandmaster Uncle, those Buddhist scriptures are too profound; I can't understand them."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang frowned and snapped, "After all this time, you haven't made any progress at all?"

Linghu Chong shrank back guiltily.

"Foolish, utterly foolish!"

Seeing him like this, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but scold him.

"After all this time, even a pig could understand a few words, and you can't understand a single sentence? You're incredibly stupid!"

Linghu Chong felt wronged after being scolded by Feng Qingyang.

"Grandmaster Uncle, there's nothing I can do. I don't understand Buddhism, and that Buddhist scripture is too profound for me to comprehend."

Hearing him say that, Feng Qingyang looked at him with a disappointed expression.

Linghu Chong has such a high level of comprehension in swordsmanship and the ability to remember everything he sees. It was thought that he would master the Yi Jin Jing in a few years. However, after so long, he has made no progress at all. Feng Qingyang was really angry.

However, Linghu Chong's eyes lit up at this moment, and he quickly said.

“Grandmaster Uncle, since you’ve given me this half of the Buddhist scripture to read, you must understand its meaning. Why don’t you teach me?”

Feng Qingyang, who was angry, paused for a moment after hearing Linghu Chong's words, but then straightened up and shouted.

"Everyone has different insights after reading the same book, let alone Buddhist scriptures. How could I tell you my understanding? If I did, wouldn't your understanding be the same as mine, with no difference? If that's the case, then what's the point of me giving you Buddhist scriptures?"

Rebuked by Feng Qingyang, Linghu Chong could only shrink back.

"My disciple knows he was wrong."

"Humph!"

Feng Qingyang flicked his sleeve.

"Go, go, go. From now on, spend more time on that Buddhist scripture. If you can truly understand it, you will benefit greatly."

"Yes, Grand Uncle."

Having been scolded, Linghu Chong didn't dare say anything more. He quickly bowed and fled down the mountain as if he were running away.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang, who was pretending to be angry, thought to himself how close he had come to disaster after seeing Linghu Chong leave. He almost revealed that he himself did not understand the truth.

After sitting there for a while, Feng Qingyang got up, picked up the jars of wine, and left, arriving at the top of Jade Maiden Peak.

This is also the site of the Huashan Sword Qi Competition back then.

Feng Qingyang sat down in front of a rock, staring blankly at it, his eyes unfocused.

A gust of wind blew by, ruffling Feng Qingyang's white hair, making his aged figure appear even more desolate.

Chapter 799: Linghu Chong's Wedding

Another year passed quickly, and the wedding date for Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan was drawing ever closer.

The entire Mount Hua was covered in auspicious snow, but the Mount Hua Sect was overjoyed.

"Hang it here, hang it here, that's right."

Some Huashan disciples hung lanterns, and the ubiquitous red lanterns and Huashan disciples brought a touch of joy to this snow-white world.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother."

"Our senior brother has finally married junior sister Ling Shan!"

"Congratulations to Senior Brother and Junior Sister Lingshan on your marriage! May you have a baby soon!"

Some disciples of Mount Hua congratulated Linghu Chong.

"Thank you for your kind words, fellow disciples."

Linghu Chong cupped his hands in thanks to his fellow disciples.

Today is Linghu Chong's big day. He is dressed in a wedding suit and his smile never stops.

Since the Huashan Sect is now divided into Taoist and secular factions, and Huashan is a place for Taoist disciples to cultivate in seclusion, it is not suitable for matters such as marriage. Therefore, Linghu Chong's wedding ceremony was set at the foot of Huashan.

But precisely because of this, when the surrounding villagers learned that a great hero from the Huashan Sect was getting married, they all came to congratulate him enthusiastically, making the place even more lively.

"The auspicious time has arrived, Senior Brother, hurry inside to perform the wedding ceremony."

Lu Dayou rushed into the crowd, grabbed Linghu Chong, and pulled him into the main hall.

"Right away."

Linghu Chong didn't dare to delay and hurriedly headed towards the main hall. However, as he went, he looked around as if he was searching for something.

Linghu Chong was finally relieved when he spotted a figure in a corner.

As Linghu Chong entered the hall to prepare for the wedding ceremony, Feng Qingyang smiled slightly. However, the next second, Feng Qingyang seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, and his face darkened slightly.

"You bunch of bastards."

Feng Qingyang muttered a curse under his breath, but it was unclear who he was cursing.

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