Immortal sword edge

It is already November, and the cold air is bitter, and the Western Demon Cult located on the top of Kunlun is much colder than other places.

In Ximen Chuuxue's bedroom, a charcoal fire was burning, and the fire was glowing slowly, making beeping sounds.

As soon as Ye Gucheng entered the door, he felt a burst of warmth, but his complexion did not improve much.Although he usually has such a cold and icy look, but his current appearance is definitely ten times colder than ever. The reason is that the one he saw just now ran out of the house with a face full of revealing clothes. man.

He glanced at the somewhat messy bed indiscriminately, and the chill all over his body became heavier.

He clearly knew that with Ximen Chuuxue's temperament, it was impossible to have anything to do with that man, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart, so before he himself didn't realize it, he blurted out a sentence, "Who was that man just now?"

Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently: "I don't know!" He really didn't know, and he didn't bother to know, left and right were just another absurd farce of his father, and had nothing to do with him!

Obviously he did not expect to get such an answer, Ye Gucheng was slightly taken aback, and then felt a little funny, in fact, he really laughed out loud.

A cheerful, without any haze, appeared on his face, making the already perfect face even more charming.He has never laughed like this before, maybe he did when he was a child, but he can't remember it clearly, this kind of laughter is easy and joyful, and all the heaviness, responsibility, and pain are thrown away with the laughter.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, and said puzzledly, "What?"

Ye Gucheng shook his head, did not speak, only a pair of amber eyes still contained a slight smile, which made him look softened.

Seeing that he didn't intend to answer, Ximen Chuuxue didn't ask further, he made a cup of hot tea and put it in front of him, saying: "I've heard everything about this time, thank you, City Lord!"

He said politely, without any disrespect, but it made Ye Gucheng's lightly happy heart instantly cold, and the slightly raised lips gradually curled into a line, he was like a clam that just showed a little gap, After being poured with cold water, all the softness was shrunk back again, leaving only the cold and hard shell.

He picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes to hide all his emotions, and said lightly, "You and I are friends."

Ximen Chuuxue was silent, and after a while he said: "I didn't consider you a friend at first, I didn't want to before, and I don't intend to do so now."

The teacup shook lightly, making a crisp sound, Ye Gucheng's face was expressionless, and his amber eyes looked straight at him.

Ximen Chuuxue continued: "We used to be lovers, we were with each other, and we were lingering. I never believed that two people who love each other can be friends even if they are separated! If they love each other, they will hold hands and stay together forever. If you don't love, you will cut everything off, and from now on, it will be irrelevant!"

His voice was decisive, and there was no room for change between his words. After hearing this, Ye Gucheng still had a calm expression, as if he didn't care about his words.

However, only he himself knew that the finger covered under the wide sleeve was trembling slightly.

Slowly putting the teacup in his hand back on the table, he said in a deep voice, "So? You mean that since then we have met strangers, so it's irrelevant?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer right away, he got up and walked to the wall, picked up the long sword with a black scabbard on the shelf, and with a bang, the long sword was unsheathed, and the bright sword light drew a graceful arc in midair.

He invited: "You and I have not practiced for a long time, can you accompany me for a while?"

Naturally, Ye Gucheng would not refuse.

Qingxueyuan.

This is where Ximen Chuuxue practiced his sword every morning.

The cold wind howled, and the quiet lake was covered with a thick layer of ice, reflecting sparkling waves in the dim sunlight.

Large tracts of plum trees stand tall and straight against the wind, with red, white and white flowers blooming all over the branches. When the snow falls, thousands of trees will bloom in the cold.

In fact, there used to be no plum trees here, not a single one, but there is a powerful and child-controlling Father Yu. Since Ximen Chuuxue moved in, the entire Yufang Palace has been in the house, inside and out. Plum trees were planted overnight.In Yu Luocha's words, it is to let him live here as comfortable as living in Wanmei Villa, to have a sense of belonging, and it is best to regenerate some reluctant emotions, so that he can blatantly leave him here. Rakshasa taught.

The entire Qingxue Park is remote, quiet, and the environment is quiet.

Since he chose this place as a place to practice swords, no one else was allowed to come in.

At this moment, the Qingxue Garden, which has always been quiet, is full of sword energy, and two white shadows of Shengxue are flying back and forth in the forest, as fast as lightning.

The budding flower buds were shaken off the branches by the strong sword energy, and for a while, the flowers flew like rain.

Ding——the long swords intersected again, and the crisp sound of the swords soared into the sky!

The flexible branches bent slightly, and then bounced back, and the white figure shot out like an arrow.

White clothes, black hair, similar figures are as fast as lightning, it is almost impossible to tell which one is Ximen Chuuxue and which one is Ye Gucheng!

boom!The thick ice layer cracked a gap, and was suddenly blasted away by the powerful sword energy. Countless small ice cubes flew in all directions, reflecting the stern faces of the two.

The black eyes are very bright, shining like stars, and Ximen Chuuxue's sword is even faster!

The last time they clashed, the sword energy flew straight into the sky!

Then, whether it was the remaining flowers dancing in the air or the shattered ice flying up, they were all turned into dust under the huge sword energy.

Ximen Chuixue jumped back and landed lightly on the shore, a strand of soft long hair was blown by the wind and flew into the distance.

The figure in white came calmly and stopped beside Ximen Chuuxue. He put the sword back into its sheath, touched a gap in the sleeve, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Your sword technique seems to be different!"

"Oh?" Ximen Chuuxue replied noncommittally, "What's the difference?"

"Faster and colder!" The murderous intent was even heavier!He didn't say the last word.

Looking straight at the other party with his dark eyes, Ximen Chuixue said: "Yes! It is better to be ruthless than to be passionate, maybe I can take another path!" This is what he thought of during the days of imprisonment. He promised two people in his life , and Ye Gucheng love each other, respect each other, treat Tang Mu with pity and indulgence, and are willing to protect him under his wings for the rest of his life.But in the end he was the only one who stayed where he was.

The sword comes from the heart, the mood is unstable, and the swordsmanship is chaotic!Years ago, for a long time, even the hand that held his sword trembled.

This time may not be as serious as that one, but it cannot be denied that Tang Mu, like Ye Gucheng, are two very special people in his life. He loathes him, hates him, and even planned to forget him completely, but he couldn’t do it right after all. His death was indifferent, and in the end, Tang Mu still won!

But that's all!He will remember him, and after a long time, in a leisure afternoon, he may also recall the not-so-good osmanthus cake made by the other party, but his mood will no longer have any ups and downs because of him.

He doesn't think that there will be a third person in this life who can allow him to be by his side. He has long been used to the feeling of loneliness, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. In this case, he chose another path, and he will be with the sword from now on. What's wrong? !

Ye Gucheng's complexion changed, and he became extremely pale, but he couldn't make a sound, he couldn't make a sound at all, and the strength in his whole body seemed to be drained away suddenly.

The cold and indifferent voice that belonged exclusively to Ximen Chuuxue still rang in his ears.

"You and I used to be together, I can't completely forget everything in the past, get along with you like a friend, but I regard you as an opponent, the only opponent in this life!"

The author has something to say:

My eyes are very swollen and I feel uncomfortable, so this chapter is a little less, sorry~~