Both worlds are like dreams

Mo Yunchen walked over, not missing any changes in her expression.

"You asked them to send it?" Xue Huang asked coldly.

"Like it?"

“Why did you send this?”

"I noticed that you seemed a little bored recently, so I asked Duan Yun to find some things for you. You haven't answered my question yet."

"I don't like it. I hate it."

"Really? I thought you would like to play the piano. I had a dream before. I dreamed that you often played the piano in Linlang Pavilion, and your chessboard was always missing an opponent."

Xue Huang's eyes changed, "What did you say?"

"It's just a dream." Mo Yunchen stared at her eyes, "It seems that I am confused."

Xue Huang clenched her hands, her mind in a mess, because the dreams Mo Yunchen talked about were all her past memories.

But why did he have such a dream? Was it possible that his past memories were beginning to revive?

After a moment's silence, she regained her calmness, as if she didn't care about anything.

"I won't. Take it."

Mo Yunchen said nothing, but waved his hand, indicating that the piano and chessboard should be taken away.

Xue Huang sat down on the swing, picked up Nuomi Tuan and stroked his fur, and said calmly, "You don't have to spend so much time on this. I don't like any of it."

"You look so distant to me."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Xue Huang asked.

"Is it so difficult to forget him?"

Xue Huang paused for a moment, she looked up at him calmly, "I've said before, he's not the only one standing between you and me. I'm trying, trying to forget him, forget everything."

"I just want you to forget him. Nothing else matters. Even if you continue to hate me."

"What's the point?" Xue Huang seemed a little helpless. "If we met in another situation, what kind of story would it be?"

Mo Yunchen didn't say anything. He got the answer he wanted, but he didn't have the courage to answer her question.

Xue Huang picked up the cat and left. Perhaps no matter how many times they met, no matter under what circumstances they met, it was destined to be a tragedy.

Whether it is Wei Xuehuang or Gu Qingli, they have a common name, Xiao Jingyu.

All this was destined nineteen years ago.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree turned yellower and yellower. Lou Sheng waited at the end of the stone bridge at the foot of the mountain. He waited from sunrise to sunset for seven full days.

On the eighth day, Xue Huang finally went down the mountain to meet him, but this guy was very rude as soon as he spoke.

"I never thought that the people from Guigu would not only break their promises, but also be so cunning and insidious, using lies to escape the competition."

Xue Huang wanted to just rush over and stab him with the sword to teach him a lesson about politeness.

So she also responded very rudely, "Senior, it has always been the playboys and young men who chased me. You are old and you are still trying to chase girls like them. Aren't you ashamed?"

Lou Sheng's mouth twitched, "Since you agreed to fight me, I will naturally come to this appointment. You must fight me today no matter what."

"I won't waste any more time talking to you. I just want to ask you a question."

"You said."

"I am the princess of two countries. If you hurt me in the slightest, Beiling and Dongchu may have to have a good talk with you, Xiyue. Are you sure you want to fight?"

"The fight between you and me is a dispute between the martial arts world. What does it have to do with the imperial court? If I die here today, it will have nothing to do with Xiyue."

"So what you mean is that if I die here, it has nothing to do with Bei Ling and Dong Chu?"

"It's just a duel of swords, not a fight of life and death. I know my limits."

Xue Huang raised an eyebrow, "But I'm still a princess."

"In front of the sword, you and I are just swordsmen."

"But I'm still a princess." Xue Huang sneered. She understood what Lou Sheng meant. He wanted her to take action, but he didn't want to involve Dong Chu and Bei Ling. To put it bluntly, he was still afraid that the two countries would hold him accountable.

Lou Sheng's expression changed, "Then what do you want?"

"Don't you just want to prove that Ruofeng's swordsmanship is stronger than Guigu's Shuangqi swordsmanship? It's very simple. There is a mountain over there with very hard rock. You and I will each use three swords, and see who causes more damage. Whoever wins."

"No, I want to compete not only with the Double Seven Swordsmanship, but also with your Mysterious Ice Curse."

Xue Huang was speechless and thought to herself, why are you so troublesome?

She thought for a moment and said, "Then how about this, after we compete three times with swords, I will use the Mysterious Ice Curse to strike out with another sword, just like I did with your master back then. If you can take it, you win."

"Okay." Lou Sheng agreed readily.

"If you win, I will admit that my Xuanbing Curse is not as good as your Ruofeng Swordsmanship, but if you lose, you have to find a treasure for me, how about that?"

"can."

"Three days later, at noon hour of Si." Xue Huang said and left.

After making a three-day appointment with Lou Sheng, Xue Huang went back to continue her preparations.

Three days later, at Ginkgo Cliff, Snow Phoenix arrived as promised.

Mo Yunchen also came to watch the battle nearby, with two swords in hand, ready for battle.

Lou Sheng looked at Xue Huang, "Where's your sword?"

Snow Phoenix stretched out her hand, and frost condensed in her palm, gradually forming an extremely solid frost sword.

Lou Sheng had heard about the wonders of the Mysterious Ice Curse a long time ago, but he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

There is such a wonderful martial art in this world.

"Please come in." Xue Huang said.

Lou Sheng drew his sword, and his sword intent was like the first level of wind, like the endless spring breeze and drizzle.

Lou Sheng slashed with his sword, causing sand and rocks to fly, and a crack one foot deep and ten feet long appeared on the extremely hard stone wall.

As he continued to strike out with his sword, Ruofeng's sword intent grew stronger and the cracks widened.

After three sword strikes, a huge crack three feet deep appeared in the entire stone wall.

As if being split open by a huge axe.

When Xue Huang encountered Ruofeng's swordsmanship again, she felt both unfamiliar and familiar.

She knew that Lou Sheng was of considerable skill. He had profound internal strength. Although his first two levels of Ruofeng swordsmanship were inferior to Lan Ruofeng's, his strength should not be underestimated.

If he can break through the last two levels in the future, she will definitely not be able to beat him.

And now, if she tries her best, she still has a chance of winning.

Xue Huang didn't waste any words and chose an open space. The Seven Killing Sword Intent immediately circled around like a green dragon emerging from water.

The Seven Killing Sword Technique is inherently powerful and overbearing. It is a killing move with extremely strong attack power, and the sword force is constantly accumulating, unstoppable.

Lou Sheng only felt as if a giant dragon was hovering in front of him, and a powerful sword energy was slashing towards the rock with unstoppable momentum.

In an instant, rocks exploded all over the sky and flew far away. If you were not careful, you could kill someone.

The power of this sword is no less than Lou Sheng’s first sword.

Her strength is no longer what it used to be.

Lan Ruofeng was right, this talented girl's achievements in martial arts would be immeasurable.

Xue Huang continued to strike with the sword, and the Seven Killing Sword Technique continued to accumulate the power of thunder. After three swords, the cracks in the mountain wall became bigger and bigger.

"What is this?" Lou Sheng frowned.

Xue Huang raised her eyebrows, "The strength of your sword intent comes from your internal strength, while the sword intent of the Seven Killing Sword comes from itself. The Seven Killing Sword is originally a sword of killing."

"Then how do we determine the winner of this competition?"

"There is still one more sword. Let's talk about it after we finish the competition." Xue Huang threw away the sword in her hand, and the cold air burst out of her body.

Lou Sheng also began to gather his strength and responded with his strongest sword.

Snow Phoenix closed her eyes, and frost condensed around her body, snow fell, and ice spread under her feet. In an instant, the world was covered with snow, as if winter had arrived in an instant.

Lou Sheng was shocked. "I heard from Master that your Mysterious Ice Curse has three realms: Light Frost, Flying Snow, and Frozen. Your strongest sword back then was at the Frozen Realm with all your strength. Why did you go straight to the Frozen Realm today?"

The flying snow fell to the ground and turned into ice, which instantly grew into ice thorns that were extremely sharp.

As far as the naked eye could see, snowflakes were like knives, flying and circling around her.

Snow Phoenix opened her eyes and continued to concentrate her inner strength. The extremely cold air spread out, completely freezing everything it passed through.

Lou Sheng couldn't even open his eyes, the cold was too terrifying.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand and struck with all his strength.

The sword is as powerful as the wind and as overwhelming as Mount Tai.

Snow Phoenix also made a move. All the ice spikes rose from the ground like transparent crystal swords, surrounding her like a circling frost dragon.

As she made her move, the giant dragon roared away, and the Seven Killing Sword Intent and the Mysterious Ice Curse were like a surging river, continuously resisting the Ruofeng Sword Intent.

After four years, Xue Huang's strength is no longer what it used to be.

She has been practicing the Xuanbing Curse for the past four years and combining it with the Shuangqi Sword Technique. After each breakthrough at the critical moment of life and death, her Xuanbing Curse has long been beyond the realm of cultivation.