In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed. In these ten years, the Huashan Sect has become the largest sect in the martial arts world. Now people in the martial arts world often say that swords come out of Huashan and fists come out of Shaolin.

The Demon Sect is still surviving on the Black Wood Cliff, and Shaolin has been looking like he is not concerned about the world for the past ten years.

Since Chunjun, who had been on the Black Wood Cliff with one sword, took Zhenwu, the sword of Sanfeng Zhenwu, who had been put on the Heimu Cliff for almost a hundred years, and returned it to Wudang, Wudang has become the most loyal ally of the Huashan Sect.

But Changle warned him that any ally was false.

It’s not as strong as yourself, and it’s important to come.

Linghu Chong had no life to give birth to a son, so he gave birth to a daughter named Yue Zhuoer, named Yue Zhuoer!

Changle often complains about Yue Yunpeng, who is not as good as himself.

Although ten years have passed, the years have left no trace on Changle's face. He often went down the mountain to collect martial arts from various schools.

With a wooden sword from Yue Zhuoer hanging around his waist, he took the little girl down the mountain. Uncle Feng's body was still very strong, but Ning Zhongze died three years ago.

She left with a smile on her face, and everyone knew that if she hadn't been in love with Mount Hua, she would have been with her master long ago.

"Uncle Master, where are we going this time?" Xiao Zhuoer asked happily.

She likes to accompany Changle down the mountain to play the most.

"Let's go to Suzhou and Hangzhou and take you to see the scenery of West Lake." Changle said, pinching her nose.

After arriving near Hangzhou in more than a month, the little girl was suddenly lingered by the beautiful Jiangnan fanatics.

"Oh, it's a pity that Brother Chunjun didn't come." The little girl said with disgust when she saw Changle who was by her side.

Changle…

"Today I will take you to eat tofu, and I don't know if the tofu in that family is still there." Changle said with a smile.

The Iron Sword Sect in Hangzhou City is becoming more and more powerful, especially after being posted on the Huashan Sect. Now Changsun Feng is already old and he has handed over all the things in the sect to his son to take care of.

He spends his whole life every day, but every time a person from the martial arts world comes to visit, he likes to tell people the story of being beaten by Zhao Jianshen and vomiting blood.

Changle and Xiao Zhuoer found the tofu shop, but the boss had already changed people.

Now a woman is still in charge, but she is not Wan Niang anymore.

"Two bowls of tofu." Changle said with a smile.

When the tofu came up, Xiao Zhuoer took a sip.

"Auntie, you made the tofu with soy sauce so delicious." Xiao Zhuoer praised while eating.

"I like it for a while and I'll give you a bowl." The woman said with a smile.

"You don't know if you come." A young civil servant in a pike sat in front of Changle in anger.

"Are you afraid you will be busy?" Changle said with a smile, "Another bowl of tofu."

"Put more chili!" the young civil servant said to the woman with a smile, "My mother often praises you for your good skills."

The woman quickly bowed to the county magistrate who loved the people like her. After a while, the tofu came up, and Xiao Xue often came here to eat.

However, the first time a woman saw him wearing an official uniform, she looked so hurrying, in her memory, this adult was always gentle and elegant.

In the words of their literati, Mount Tai collapsed before her and her color remained unchanged.

"Aren't you the top scorer? I thought you would enter the Hanlin Academy and become that partridge whistle..."

"That's called Shujishi." Xiao Xue said with a big laugh. "My mother doesn't like the capital, and I want to do something for my hometown."

He paused, lowered his head and gently flipped the tofu in the bowl and said, "I want to protect people like you, like duckweed like me and my mother.

I have been saying to you for so many years, that you have always been a hero in my heart.”

After saying that, Xiao Xue quickly lowered her head, Changle stretched out her hand and rubbed his head through his official hat and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years because I think you want to go on a career and are not the same as me, a man in the martial arts world. In fact, I miss you quite a lot."

Xiao Xue's shoulders trembled slightly and she said in a crying voice, "I ate the peppers in my eyes."

Since Changle returned from Suhang, he felt something and recorded the Taoist classics he recorded in the palace, Huashan Heart Method, Zixia Gong, Sunflower Book, Shaolin Yijin Jing, Five Mountains Sects, and the internal skills of the Sects in the Martial Arts.

If he copied all of them, he would like to learn about his own internal skills.

This Yijin Jing was sent by Fang Sheng, but the one I gave was a copy.

Some time ago, the disciples of the Songshan Sect had a conflict with the Shaolin monks. People in the world only remembered that there was a Songshan Sect in the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

It was not a big deal, but the Shaolin monk accidentally killed a disciple of the Songshan Sect. At that time, Changle was having fun with Xiao Zhuoer.

He handed the matter over to Chunjun, and Chunjun directly took the Five Mountains Sword Sect to Shaolin.

After entering Shaolin, Chunjun first defeated the Eighteen Bronze Man, then defeated Fang Jue, and then defeated Fang Sheng. In the end, the thirty-six swords defeated Fang Zheng.

The monk who killed the disciples of Songshan was beheaded by Chunjun outside Shaolin Temple. After Fang Sheng sent the Yijin Jing, Shaolin announced that the mountain would be closed for twenty years.

"Uncle Master, what are you doing?" Yue Zhuoer asked curiously.

"Uncle Master wants to develop an internal skill. If you don't practice swords, you will run around again. Be careful that your mother will scold you again." Changle said with a smile and pinched her nose.

"Uncle Taohua will not tell his mother." She said with a smile.

Taohua finally succeeded in worshiping Ning Zhongze's disciple. She has been waiting for Changle for so many years, but Changle clearly told her that she just treated her as her sister.

Alas, isn’t this a common sentence for scumbags?

"Where is Senior Brother Chunjun? Uncle the leader, can you always let Senior Brother Chunjun go down the mountain? He is very tired." The little girl said with a pity.

Changle poked her smooth forehead, "Today I must tell your mother that you didn't practice martial arts well."

"Uncle the leader, Senior Brother Chunjun has returned to the mountain." At this time, a disciple came to report.

Since Chunjun came down from Shaolin, he has been called his new sword god in the world.

"Well, I understand." Changle nodded. The one who came to report was Linghu Chong's disciple. This guy didn't look like his master at all. His surname was Zi, but he followed Lao Yue.

Changle threw all the classics aside and planned to change his mind and stop thinking about it for now.

"Master!" Chunjun immediately saluted as soon as he entered the hall.

The hall is much more majestic than the previous Sword Qi Hall. Changle smiled and said, "Is it going smoothly this time to go down the mountain?"

Looking at this young man with eight-character eyebrows, he has grown up now, and Changle is also a little sad.

"It's very smooth. Now the strength of our Huashan Sect is spread throughout the Central Plains, and our branch is also available in Liaodong. According to the master's wishes, we secretly eliminate the Jurchen Tartars." Chunjun said respectfully.

Changle didn't say anything, just nodded to show that he knew.

Now this kid's strength is no longer comparable to that of the world. In other words, Feng Qingyang in Huashan, Changle can defeat him, Lin Pingzhi and him, and no one else can defeat him.

"You have time to take a few more apprentices back." Changle said quickly when he remembered this.

"Master, didn't you say that your disciple is not full of energy?" Chunjun said seriously at Changle.

"Please take it first." Changle said angrily.

Now the wealthy Huashan School has set up the Chicken Tiger Hall, which is full of orphans with excellent roots and bones. The sword technique is taught by the head. On weekdays, in addition to learning literature and literacy, indoctrinating the idea of ​​being loyal to Huashan, the other time is to practice martial arts and strengthen the body.

Linghu Chong's disciples were chosen from it.

Changle had no intention of accepting disciples anymore, so he asked Chunjun to accept a disciple.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and there are another thirty cold and heat.

Thirty years have passed, and Changle's appearance has not changed at all. Now he is standing with Chunjun, and those who don't know them all think that Changle is an apprentice.

More than ten years have passed since Chunjun and Yue Zhuoer's wedding, and their sons have now started running all over the mountains.

Lin Ping's sunflower is no less than Dongfang Bubai, who was the same day, but he rarely goes down the mountain. He either studies Buddhist scriptures or watches Taoist scriptures all day long on the mountain.

My whole person is becoming more and more fairy.

Changle's set of martial arts was also produced, and the system began to be upgraded as soon as he made it out.

It has been more than ten years, and the system is still being upgraded.

He was not in a hurry, just practiced swords and boxing every day.

"Master, can I see Master this time?" asked curiously.

"The master will take you to see your master." Chunjun has already started to grow his beard. He looks awe-inspiring and has a grand master's demeanor.

He has now become the head of Huashan and the new sword god in the world!

Suddenly, Changle, who had no longer been concerned about the world, asked him to take his most optimistic apprentice to the Migua Cliff, which made him a little worried.

"The master is on the mountain, and the master has something to do." Chunjun said embarrassedly. "You go up first, don't run around."

Just now, the disciples of Mount Tai came and asked who would take over the next head of Mount Hua. Taoist Tianyi was quite capable of survival, but now he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay, the master should be faster." The little girl was still very sensible. She walked up to the cliff of thought carefully by herself.

I didn't see the master, but I saw a beautiful senior brother who looked like a banished immortal.

She swallowed and whispered, "Senior Brother, are you waiting for the master?"

Changle looked at the little girl and thought she should be Chunjun's newly accepted disciple.

"Who is your master?" Changle asked with a smile.

"My master is Deng Chunjun, the new sword god!" She said proudly, her little face full of pride, "Where is the senior brother's master?"
To be continued...