Chapter 32 Dugu Nine Swords
For several days, everyone in Huashan was busy taking care of the funeral arrangements for their master.
The people of Jianghu are not fussy about trivial matters, and the people in the martial arts world have seen too many births and deaths. Therefore, even though Ning Qingyu is the head of Huashan, the funeral is not complicated and did not alarm other sects.
After a series of ceremonies including announcing the death, calling back the soul, sending off, fasting for seven days, ... coffining, funeral procession, and burial, Ning Qingyu was buried in the Huashan Sect cemetery.
After the funeral, the group went to the Zhengqi Hall to discuss matters.
"Brother, my father has passed away. Now the position of the head of Huashan Sect is vacant and leaderless. We need you to take over the position."
Madam Ning, with red eyes and still recovering from the grief of her loved one's death, spoke reluctantly.
"Now that the master has just passed away and is still in mourning, it is not appropriate for me to succeed him as the headmaster."
Yue Buqun pretended to refuse.
"Brother, please don't say that. As people of the martial arts world, we don't have time for those red tape. Don't get involved in the mourning practices of those corrupt scholars." Madam Ning advised.
"The Huashan Sect is now in decline, and we need you to support the sect."
"The succession ceremony for the headmaster can be held later, but the position of the headmaster must be decided first."
Hearing this, Yue Buqun pondered for a moment and sighed.
"Well, I'll follow what Junior Sister said. I will take over as the head of Huashan first. As for the head succession ceremony, it will be held after the mourning period."
After that, the three younger generations greeted the Sect Leader by saying "Greetings to the Sect Leader", and the position of the Sect Leader was thus decided.
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After all matters were settled, Jin Renfeng finally had some free time, so he went to the Cliff of Repentance to learn swordsmanship from his Uncle Master Feng.
"I didn't expect that bastard Ning Qingyu would die before me!"
On the Cliff of Repentance, Feng Qingyang sighed deeply when he heard of Ning Qingyu's death.
"Uncle Grand Master, please accept my condolences!" Jin Renfeng advised.
Feng Qingyang said coldly: "Mourning? I don't know how happy I should be when Ning Qingyu died, how can I be sad? They, the Qi Sect, plotted against me back then, and I deserve this fate."
Jin Renfeng remained silent.
"Boy, I scolded your master so much, but you didn't say anything. Could it be that you hate that old guy too?"
Feng Qingyang asked.
"I don't know what happened back then. You and my Grandmaster are both my elders. I don't understand the grudges and relationships between you two."
Jin Renfeng said loudly, "Therefore, disciples will not get involved in matters between elders!"
"You are so skillful that you don't get involved in either side!" Feng Qingyang glared at Jin Renfeng.
In fact, Jin Renfeng knew a lot about what happened to Feng Qingyang back then.
When the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect were competing, the Qi Sect was worried that Feng Qingyang's martial arts were too high and would provide too much help to the Sword Sect, so they sent someone to plot a fight and had a prostitute impersonate a prostitute to trick Feng Qingyang into going to Jiangnan to get married.
After he left, they immediately started a battle with the Sword Sect.
Afterwards, Qi Zong won a tragic victory, and the affair of the prostitute was exposed.
Since then, Feng Qingyang felt that he had no face to show up in the world anymore, and he disappeared from the public eye.
In Jin Renfeng's opinion, what the people of Qi Sect did in the matter of Uncle Feng Taishi was really not fair.
Not only did he plot against Feng Qingyang, but he also made him lose all face.
In feudal times, how much of an insult was it to marry a prostitute?
Jin Renfeng believed that if it were him, even killing the entire family of the person who plotted against him would not be enough.
However, Feng Qingyang just endured it.
At that time, Huashan Sect was already short of manpower, and in Zhengqi Hall, there were only three people left: Ning Qingyu, Yue Buqun, and Ning Zhongze, who controlled the sect.
With Feng Qingyang's strength, if Feng Qingyang takes action, no one on Mount Huashan can stop him.
But if Ning Qingyu, the only descendant of Yue Buqun, died again, the Huashan Sect would probably be destroyed.
For the survival of Huashan Sect, Feng Qingyang did not take action, but hid in Huashan and never showed up again, which was very worthy of Master Yue Buqun and his apprentice. After pondering for a moment, Feng Qingyang said,
"I have a sword technique here, which is a legacy outside of my sect. I wonder if you are willing to learn it?"
Jin Renfeng's eyes lit up, and he clasped his fists and said,
"Master has never forbidden us to learn his sword techniques. Since Grand Master is willing to teach, I am naturally willing to learn."
"Since you are willing to learn, I will teach you this sword technique." Feng Qingyang said slowly.
"I want to teach you the sword technique called Dugu Nine Swords, which I acquired by chance."
"This sword technique is incomparably marvelous, profound, and is the world's top sword technique."
"That old man Ning Qingyu just died, and I'm afraid I'm not far away. The reason I teach you the sword technique is to prevent it from being lost."
"You must study carefully. Even if you cannot learn it, you must pass on this exquisite sword technique."
"Disciple, please remember that Uncle Grand Master is in his prime, so please don't say such discouraging words." Jin Renfeng said with a fist salute.
This is not nonsense. According to the original plot, Feng Qingyang is still in good health more than ten years later.
"Don't show off your words. Learning the sword technique well is the right way." Feng Qingyang taught him a lesson.
"This sword technique consists of nine moves. The first move is the general formula, which has 365 variations. I will teach you the first move first."
"Listen carefully, Guimei goes to Wuwang, Wuwang goes to Tongren, Tongren goes to Dayu..."
Jin Renfeng listened carefully and kept the words in mind.
After reciting more than three hundred words in a row, Feng Qingyang stopped and said.
"Please recite the formula I just told you.
"What Grand Master Uncle just said was..." Jin Renfeng then repeated the formula.
Although there are some bumps and stumbles, they are generally consistent.
"Not bad, not bad!" Feng Qingyang showed appreciation, "With such a good memory, this sword technique is easy to learn."
Then he corrected the mistakes in Jin Renfeng's formula one by one, until Jin Renfeng had memorized it completely, and then he passed on more than 300 words.
In this way, he repeated it ten times in a row and spent two hours before Jin Renfeng finally memorized the first move of the Dugu Nine Swords, which had a formula of more than 3,000 words.
"This general formula is the fundamental key to the Dugu Nine Swords. Although you have memorized the formula, you still don't understand the principle behind it. You don't understand the various changes, and you can't bring out the mysteries of the swordsmanship." Feng Qingyang said.
Then he passed down the changes in the principles one by one.
However, before the halfway point, the day's work was over.
Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Qingyang said,
"Just stop here today. Come back tomorrow and I'll tell you about the subsequent changes."
"Also, don't mention me to Yue Buqun, and don't reveal this sword technique to him. Otherwise, our friendship will end here."
"Disciple knows."
Jin Renfeng nodded.
The sword skills were passed down to him by Grand Master Feng, so Grand Master Feng naturally has the right to dispose of them.
Feng Qingyang left in a flash.
Just like this, for three months in a row, Jin Renfeng studied the Dugu Nine Swords with his uncle Tai Shi on the Siguo Cliff.
I go up the cliff every morning and leave only when it gets dark.
During their time together, Jin Renfeng found that the Grand Master was too thin, and guessed that his life was hard during his seclusion, so he brought some food and wine up the mountain every day.
The two of them enjoyed it and had a great time.
(End of this chapter)
