Chapter 688

Bai Lang had already seen through Yu Dayou's martial arts. "Sure enough, it's a family-inherited foundation. Since the spear and staff technique has reached this point, I think his skills with the saber and sword should be no different." Bai Lang also took a long pole, held it with one yin and one yang hand, and struck a "parting the grass to find the snake" stance. What stance it was didn't really matter; in any case, Bai Lang was originally a person who held long weapons and wore armor.

The two's spear and staff crossed; the movements were quite simple: a flip, a press, a pull, and a thrust. Bai Lang's internal force rolled in, directly suppressing Yu Dayou's strength, and he made a solid strike. The tip of the pole tapped on Yu Dayou's body. On the battlefield, life and death are decided quickly, and Bai Lang's skill was purely that of a spearman on the battlefield. Neither of them fully unleashed their internal force; most of it was still a matter of skill.

"I took advantage," Bai Lang said, and Yu Dayou laughed heartily, "The one with stronger force and faster spear wins; it couldn't be more normal. Why speak of taking advantage?" The appreciation in his eyes for Bai Lang's image was full—hey, Bai Lang's natural fierce general face was just that popular. Bai Lang also had good fist and foot skills, but that was not in Yu Dayou's consideration.

He was a military general; he didn't value good fist and foot skills. Bows, horses, and long spears were what they valued. "Originally, on the battlefield, unless it's my martial arts, being empty-handed would be idiotic, wouldn't it?" Bai Lang agreed. Bai Lang also saw the Shaolin "Fang" generation's martial arts today. "The fist and palm techniques are indeed okay, but the internal force martial arts are only at the level of the Brocade Guard. That Deputy Commander is still a notch higher than Master Fang Sheng. As for the Eastern Depot, I haven't seen them, so I don't know."

But the *Sunflower Manual* with its movement techniques and the *Green Mirror Secret Scroll* with its Qi-gong are both supreme martial arts in the so-called martial world that point directly to the transformation of heaven and man and the nourishment of yin and yang. Thinking about it, the various eunuchs from the Inner Book Hall who use these two martial arts as a foundation must certainly be able to be called supreme in the martial world. Bai Lang inquired a little, expressing his willingness to befriend the various treacherous eunuchs, and soon he learned that only eunuchs from the Inner Book Hall could possibly practice these two martial arts.

After befriending Yu Dayou, the two drank some wine and exchanged calling cards, considering themselves friends. Afterward, Bai Lang headed straight for Mount Hua. Upon arriving at Huayin County, he was greeted by the elders again—sigh, it's a pity that Huayin County hadn't produced many scholars until now; the locals were already wanting to build a scholar's archway for Bai Lang. The local parents-and-officials collectively hosted a banquet for Bai Lang, very much intending to recommend their own daughters or the like to Bai Lang.

The key is that this person is a rare commodity; unmarried scholars are not common. Marrying him, in at most five or six years, a title of honor would be in hand. A scholar in his twenties, it wouldn't be strange to be a Vice Minister or Minister by his forties; isn't that enough? "Why must the elders be like this? The junior is ashamed to accept." Bai Lang could still handle official social interactions, not to mention that he had the sect leader, Yue Buqun, a "Yue Juren," as a companion.

This time, Senior Brother Linghu Chong caused trouble again—after Yue Buqun returned to the mountain, he took the ancestral tablet of Mount Hua down the mountain and placed it in the newly built Mount Hua Academy in Huayin County, while the original buildings of the Mount Hua Sect on the mountain were just used as a branch. Unexpectedly, this move attracted others to investigate—don't know why, but one of the Mount Song "Great Protectors," Lu Bai, holding a command flag and bringing a few people from the original Mount Hua Sword Sect, found Yue Buqun.

Originally, Lu Bai didn't dare to speak loudly, and his words were very polite; he just wanted to ask if Yue Buqun still recognized the Five Mountain Sword Sects—when Yue Lingshan said this, Bai Lang thought it was the Mount Song Sect knowing the situation wasn't good and just asking casually. Unexpectedly, the "uncles" of the Sword Sect were relentless, their words quite severe, saying why did you, Yue Buqun, take the ancestral tablet down from the Mount Hua Sect gate? Are you trying to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors?

Old Yue was full of confidence and immediately sneered three times, displaying his own academic achievements, especially targeting one of the Qi Sect junior brothers, making him call him "Master Yue"—Bai Lang heard this and thought that Cheng Buyou must have had a grudge with Yue Buqun back then, and today he delivered himself to the door, so even the "Gentleman Sword" had to break his cultivation and be ungentlemanly. Sure enough, Yue Lingshan said she asked her mother, Ning Zhongze, and Ning Zhongze said these two old things had disliked each other since they were young... "Natural enemies, huh."

Yue Buqun said that inviting the ancestor down was also for his enjoyment, and besides, didn't the Mount Hua Academy elevate the status of the original Mount Hua Sect? Yue Buqun seemed to have had a decent relationship with Feng Buping, the leader of the Sword Sect, in the past, saying if you want to establish a Mount Hua Sword Sect, feel free to do so; if you take out the silver, I can lend you the Mount Hua branch, no problem, but this ancestral tablet, I'm sorry.

So Cheng Buyou argued, and don't know where six more lunatics ran out from, tangling things up. Old Yue was almost going to call people to send them to the Huayin government office to get a beating to calm down. At this time, Linghu Chong came out; Linghu Chong is truly a "village hypocrite," his stance is unstable, but fortunately, he argued with Cheng Buyou, and somehow it turned into a fight.

Linghu Chong displayed extremely high-level sword skills, defeating Cheng Buyou in three moves and two styles. Afterward, the Sword Sect disciples were furious and all drew their swords; on the spot, it was a chaotic fight—the six lunatics joined in, and the final result was that Linghu Chong himself was injured, Cheng Buyou died, the six lunatics ran away, and the other Sword Sect disciples and the Mount Song Sect's Lu Bai also ran away. A mess.

When Bai Lang arrived, it was just after Yue Buqun had taught the *Purple Mist Divine Skill* to Linghu Chong to heal his injuries. Looking at Yue Buqun, it seemed he wanted Linghu Chong to voluntarily confess where those sword skills came from. This was definitely not Mount Hua sword technique; Old Yue could judge this point. Unlike Bai Lang, who "brought his own skills to join the sect," it was normal for Bai Lang to have his own martial arts, but you, Linghu Chong, are different; everything you practiced from head to toe was Mount Hua martial arts.

Then where did you learn this sword technique? Shouldn't you have told the sect leader? As a result, he hadn't said anything until now, so Bai Lang came to be the reminder. "Senior Brother, where did your sword technique come from? This is not any Mount Hua sword technique, or rather, it is Mount Hua sword technique, but it is definitely not the way you used it in the past. Could it be that you have had an epiphany and your sword technique is now smooth and your power has greatly increased?"

Linghu Chong looked a bit embarrassed. "Sigh, the senior said I can't say." This person's brain is indeed not very good. Bai Lang continued to press, "Where you learned it, you can at least say that, right? You haven't been anywhere else; where on Mount Hua did you learn it?"

"Siguo Cliff." Linghu Chong said this quite quickly and clearly. "Good, the sect leader and I will go to Siguo Cliff right now. Why didn't you make this clear?" Linghu Chong remained silent. Yue Buqun looked a bit sad; the eldest disciple he treated like his own child had actually deceived him. In fact, Yue Buqun didn't care how high Linghu Chong's martial arts were or who he learned them from; he just wanted this eldest disciple not to lie to him and not to pretend that nothing had happened.