Sweeping the heavens at the beginning

This... so simple?
Yang Wenxin was forced to get the task of blowing snow alone, and the reward he got was absolutely extraordinary.

So the characters are absolutely impossible to be so simple!
Wait, that's what the system said!
Sun Xiufang must be sincere to complete the task!
Looking at Sun Xiufang, although he had already agreed, but seeing her erratic eyes, it was obvious that she was still reluctant.

"Xiufang!"

Yang Wenxin immediately stopped Sun Xiufang, "This time, let me cook for you!"

"Your hand is the hand that wields the sword, not the hand that cooks!"

Sun Xiufang said with a smile, but a look of loneliness flashed in her eyes.

This is Lonely Chuuxue wanting to abandon her, which made her feel cold!
"No, my hands are not only used to wield the sword, but also when cooking for my wife!"

Yang Wenxin smiled slightly, with a doting look on his face.

If you want to win a man's heart, you must grab his stomach.

In the same way, if you want a woman to understand yourself, you must grasp her stomach!

Food is the most emotional thing in this world.

"This...good!"

Sun Xiufang froze for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Ever since Yang Wenxin was cooking, Sun Xiufang was worried for a moment and watched by her side.

But seeing this, Sun Xiufang was stunned.

My man, Ximen Fuxue's cooking skills are even incomparable to the most powerful chef he has ever seen in his life. The vegetables and meat on the chopping board seem to be just like Ximen Fuxue's opponents in the past. He gently swung his knife, It has been cut neatly.

Putting the food into the wok, frying it and frying it, the movements are so skillful, just like Ximen Chuuxue's sword intent, there is me in the sword, and there is a sword in me.

This is to achieve that there is me in the meal, and there is a meal in me!

"Blowing snow, you..."

Sun Xiufang frowned and looked at Ximen Chuuxue in front of her, feeling a little strange.

Yang Wenxin turned his head and glanced at Sun Xiufang, then kissed her on the forehead and said:

"Okay, be careful of the skin being damaged by the oily smoke, go out and rest!"

"No, I want to accompany you!"

……

In just one hour, Yang Wenxin had cooked more than a dozen dishes and brought them to the table.

"Xiufang, try it!"

Yang Wenxin looked at Sun Xiufang on the opposite side with a doting look on his face.

Sun Xiufang nodded, picked up the dishes and put them in her mouth. Suddenly, she felt her taste buds were hit. This seemed to be... the taste of home.

Afterwards, Sun Xiufang didn't have any reservations, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food on the table.

In just a moment, the table was clean.

"Blowing Snow, let's go!"

Putting the chopsticks in her hand on the bowl, Sun Xiufang suddenly said seriously, "But you have to promise me one condition!"

"As soon as the battle at the top of the purple gold is over, I will return to you immediately, and I will never ask about Jianghu again!"

Sun Xiufang, Yang Wenxin's way of nature wanted to say something, so he spoke immediately.

As for what happens afterwards, Yang Wenxin doesn't care, that's Ximen Chuuxue's business!

"it is good!"

Sun Xiufang nodded, grabbed Yang Wenxin's head suddenly, and kissed him on the lips.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the essence of Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship!"

Suddenly, after the sound of the system came to his ears, Yang Wenxin's eyes suddenly went dark.

When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing towards him.

In a hurry, Yang Wenxin immediately took the sword to carry it.

"Ding dong~"

A crisp sound of interlacing metals resounded in the field, and then Yang Wenxin was repelled several meters away.

Damn, don't let me prepare it in advance!
Yang Wenxin cursed secretly, then smiled at Qiu Yue in front of him:
"Old man Qiu, your sword skills are nothing more than this!"

"Hmph, even if it's nothing more than that, it will firmly suppress you!"

Qiu Yue snorted coldly, with a smug expression on his face.

Although there were only a few moves in the confrontation with Yang Wenxin, he could clearly feel that Yang Wenxin's swordsmanship was not even as good as that of a child who had just learned swords.

It seemed that this was his first time holding a sword!
"Qiu Yue, otherwise, let's make a bet, I bet you will cut off your left arm within three strikes!"

Suddenly, Yang Wenxin said with a smile.

When everyone around heard the words, they all had expressions of disbelief.

Especially Zhu Lao, who has already said at this time: "Wen Xin, don't bet with him!"

"Shut up, it's not your turn to care about this!"

Qiu Yue turned his head and glanced at Elder Zhu, then smiled at Yang Wenxin, "Okay, then I'll make a bet that your sword will fall off!"

Yang Wenxin nodded and said with a smile: "The loser must agree to one condition!"

"It's natural, the bet is not empty, tell me, what do you want to bet?"

"Let's talk about the results, I'm afraid you'll blush if you lose!"

"Haha, I'll tell you my conditions. If you lose, you will be a slave of my Qiu family from now on!"

This time Qiu Yue is no longer asking for surrender, but asking Yang Wenxin to be their family's slave!
Because Qiu Yue had already given Yang Wenxin a chance, it was Yang Wenxin who didn't cherish it, no wonder Qiu Yue.

Of course, what he doesn't know is that Yang Wenxin is no longer what he used to be.

Suddenly, Qiu Yue made a move.

The sword in Qiu Yue's hand was waving in his hand like a butterfly. It seemed that Qiu Yue was charging towards Yang Wenxin.

However, Yang Wenxin did not move!

"Wen Xin, do it!"

Elder Zhu shouted.

Mo Lao on the side was silent, he vaguely remembered that Yang Wenxin had the same expression when he treated him last time.

There was a trace of firmness in the indifference, as if everything was already under his control.

At this time, Qiu Yue also noticed Yang Wenxin's situation, and felt a little dissatisfied at the moment:
"Boy, you are so scared that you dare not do anything. You have already lost the right to be my slave!"

The Qiu family, a martial arts family, is well-known at home and abroad, and there is no shortage of a slave without courage.

But he was wrong, very wrong.

It's not that Yang Wenxin didn't do anything, but that Qiu Yue's movements were so slow that he wanted to deal the most severe blow to Qiu Yue at the most critical moment.

After dispelling the thought of subduing Yang Wenxin as a slave in his heart, Qiu Yue's figure moved even faster.

Soon he rushed to Yang Wenxin, and suddenly stabbed towards Yang Wenxin's heart.

Yang Wenxin remained unmoved.

Seeing that the sword was about to stab, Yang Wenxin moved at this moment.

The right arm that was holding the sword lightly lifted up, and a huge force burst out instantly, suddenly turning the sword in Qiu Yue's hand into the air.

Then cut down.

"Bangdang~"

Sword falls.

"Bang~"

And one more thing.

That's an arm, Qiu Yue's arm!
"Old man Qiu, you lost!"

After Yang Wenxin inserted the sword into the scabbard, he said to Qiu Yue with a faint smile.

However, Qiu Yue stood there without moving at all, looking at the ground dully.