He couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Isn't this misleading the students and destroying a piece of sword jade for nothing?"
"I don't even recognize the sword technique you used just now. It must not be the sword technique of any well-known force or sect in the martial arts world."
"In that case, it is highly likely that he came from a humble family, or was even self-taught."
"He was able to master swordsmanship to such a high level through self-study, yet after arriving at Mount Hua, he only managed to master this awful Huashan swordsmanship. It's obvious without a doubt that Yue Buqun must have forced this kid to train his internal energy all day long, leaving him with little practice in swordsmanship!!!"
"It's really... outrageous!"
Feng Qingyang has been obsessed with swords all his life!
Otherwise, he wouldn't be this strong.
Sect management? Sect development?
This is the martial arts world, big brother! What can be more powerful than strength? At most, in troubled times, we can use severe punishments. Those who dare to mess around will either be killed or expelled from the sect. Only when your disciples are strong can your sect develop!
If you are weak, your development will just be castles in the air. You never know when others will come to challenge you and beat you up. How can you develop then?
Develop a shovel!
"The entire Huashan Sect has gone astray!!!"
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was heartbroken and beat his chest and stamped his feet.
"Sword Sect, Qi Sect? In the end, don't they all end up in the same place, with sword and qi merging into one?!"
"But the correct way to practice is to start with the sword, from the outside in. This is the most correct and fastest way to grow!"
"The Huashan Sect today has emphasized internal strength from the very beginning, downplaying the importance of swordsmanship... How can it possibly thrive? Do they really believe everyone is a natural genius, and that their internal strength will soar the moment they begin practicing?!"
After a moment of melancholy, Feng Qingyang remained silent for several times.
Looking at Dongfang Bubai lying by the fire and mumbling, he shed tears.
"If this continues, the Huashan Sect will be finished in no time!"
"If you devote yourself to swordsmanship after entering the sect, you will be able to stand on your own in three to five years at most. Then, you can start to learn and cultivate internal strength. The best way to grow is to grow the two simultaneously and complement each other."
"But now, internal strength is the main thing, supplemented by swordsmanship. If you are not a person with outstanding talent, I am afraid that even after twenty years of hard training, you may not be able to stand alone."
"How can the Huashan Sect continue to develop?!"
"It will be destroyed by you, Yue Buqun, sooner or later!"
He was heartbroken.
It was that Dongfang Bubai, Lin Bin and the others didn't hear Feng Qingyang's inner voice, otherwise they would definitely clap and shout, "That's right!"
What kind of disciples came from Yue Buqun, or the Huashan Qi Sect?
They are all as useless as dogs... Even Tian Boguang can cause the eldest brother Linghu Chong to suffer repeated setbacks.
There is not a single Huashan disciple who has become a first-class master simply by relying on Huashan School's martial arts and swordsmanship, let alone the best!
Internal strength is good, but it is difficult to practice!
The sword technique may not sound as impressive as the internal strength, but it is lethal enough!
If a child can stab someone to death with a sword, can he also kill someone with his internal energy?
Even if your internal energy is good, if you ignore the sword technique, how can you beat someone? What? Use your internal energy to resist someone's sword?
Can you handle this with a hammer?
In the original novel, Dongfang Bubai died by sword.
Feng Qingyang naturally understood these principles clearly.
But···
"well!"
In the end, he could only sigh softly.
Back then, when the great battle of sword energy broke out, he was sent away and was not at Huashan at all. When he returned, the Sword Sect had been destroyed!!!
What can he do?
Could it be possible to kill all the Qi Zong people?
Wouldn’t Huashan be completely destroyed then?
So, I have been hiding until now.
He also vowed not to see anyone from the Huashan Sect because he was angry at the actions of the Qi Sect.
But now, seeing the contrast between Dongfang Bubai's two completely different sword techniques, coupled with his free and easy and casual personality, it was a little difficult to move.
"If I don't do something, I'm afraid the Huashan Sect will really be destroyed in a few years."
“···”
"I wonder what disciple rank this kid is? Given his talent in swordsmanship, if he were to become the new leader of Huashan, even if he doesn't become the dominant force in the Sword Sect, he should be able to gradually recover and block the two sects' complementary support of Sword Qi, right?"
"If that's the case, it's not bad."
Feng Qingyang firmly believed that this kind of sword jade would definitely allow one to experience that in the early stages, the sword was many times more powerful than the Qi!
Once he becomes the head of the sect, he will naturally pay attention to swordsmanship!
"snort!"
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but snort coldly: "It must be that Yue Buqun's brain was squeezed by the door, otherwise, why would he let me be so embarrassed?"
"Forget it!"
"It's just an oath. At most, I can break it once."
"I am half buried in the ground, am I still afraid of breaking my oath?"
"While he's drunk, I'll meet this kid and get some information out of him. If it's suitable, I'll pass on this sword technique to him."
"Otherwise, if I wait a hundred years, there will be no more Dugu Nine Swords in this world, and there will be no Huashan either."
It’s just perfect!
Everything that Dongfang Bubai had just done, including those poems and words, touched Feng Qingyang's heart.
Moreover, he values talent very much!
After making this decision, Feng Qingyang did not hesitate at all. He turned into a gust of wind and floated to the side of Dongfang Bubai.
"Boy, can you give me a sip of your wine?"
"Who are you, old man?"
Dongfang Bubai was excited in his heart, but on the surface, he was still drunk. He stared at him dazedly and said, "Want to drink? This is good wine. I'll give it to you!"
At this moment, Dongfang Bubai remembered the ten words "A man who is half drunk will act until you cry" in his heart and threw the wine jug in his hand over.
This is truly a fine wine!
Sent from Zhang Tianzhi!
Special wine!
The alcohol content was also far beyond that of the era, at fifty-three degrees.
Hey!
It's okay for a man to get half drunk and act until you cry, but if he gets you half drunk too... wouldn't he be able to do it?!
The group leader is talented!
Seeing Feng Qingyang sniffing twice with a puzzled look on his face, and then his eyes lit up and he immediately started to talk and talk, Dongfang Bubai knew that this matter... was already half done!
"Old man, although I don't know who you are, since we've met, we're guests. This roasted rabbit is for you!"
Dongfang Bubai muttered drunkenly and pushed the roasted rabbit in front of Feng Qingyang.
"Good boy!"
"Good wine, it really is a peerless wine, hahahaha!"
"Then I, an old man, will not be polite."
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