Sword God loves to eat "fish"

Inside the carriage of Wanmei Villa.

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a long time, and said, "Ye Gucheng proposed a sword competition on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xia Yi said, "I heard it."

"The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival...the night of the full moon." Ximen Chuuxue said worriedly, "You..."

"Don't worry." Xia Yi said, "I'm fine."

Ximen Chuixue frowned slightly, "Why did Ye Gucheng choose the night of the full moon?"

Whether it was unintentional or intentional,

"It should be a coincidence." Xia Yi said.

He only spent the night of the full moon in Baiyun City. Ye Gucheng probably didn't know the secret that the mermaid would go into heat on the night of the full moon, so this should be just a coincidence.

Since he said so, Ximen Chuuxue didn't think about it anymore, and said, "On the night of the full moon, I will definitely settle the battle quickly. Then... come back to accompany you."

Xia Yi shook his head and said: "You must remember to fight with all your strength and don't be distracted. In the past six months, most of the demon power that I lost due to Yigu has recovered. On the night of the full moon, as long as I meditate calmly, I can pass it smoothly. "

Ximen Chuuxue nodded when he heard the words, but he had already secretly thought of a countermeasure in his heart.

That is - on the night of August [-]th, Yi Yi is completely satisfied. In this way, on the night of the full moon, he must feel much better.

So, on the night of August [-]th, Xia Yi cried almost all night.

By the morning of August [-]th, Xia Yi didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.

He could only lie on the bed pitifully, rubbing his sore and painful waist, and staring at the hundreds of round and shining pearls neatly placed in a small mahogany box at the head of the bed, sulking.

At this time, when Hongri was born, Ximen Chuuxue had already gone out to practice swords.

Xia Yi, on the other hand, lay on the bed for a long time, waiting for the pain in his back to be less severe, then got up and struggled to get dressed, and was about to get dressed and get out of bed, when he heard a "squeak", and the wooden door of the room had been pushed open.

Xia Yi turned her head, and saw Ximen Chuuxue walking in with an exquisitely crafted food box.

When Xia Yi saw him, he remembered what happened last night, and then he couldn't get angry, so he turned his head angrily, pretending not to see him.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't feel annoyed at all, and went straight to the table, put the food box in his hand on the table, and then opened the lid of the carved mahogany box, a strong aroma came to his nostrils immediately.

Xia Yi couldn't help but quietly swallowed his saliva.

Last night (being) worked too hard all night, and he was already hungry at this moment.

Ximen Chuuxue brought preserved egg and lean meat porridge, white fungus and lotus seed soup, and several local special snacks out of the food box and put them on the table one by one, then walked to the bed, leaned into Xia Yize's ear and said, "Yi Ze, This is the breakfast I specially ordered the kitchen to cook for you, come and have some."

Xia Yi snorted arrogantly and turned her head away.

The corners of Ximen Chuixue's lips curled slightly, a smile flashed across his dark eyes, and then he suddenly reached out and hugged Xia Yize's waist.

Xia Yi trembled, and turned to look at Ximen Chuuxue nervously, for fear that he would hold himself down on a whim and make another attack.

"Still angry?" Ximen Chuuxue affectionately touched the thick black hair scattered on Xia Yize's shoulder with his hand, and said softly: "I was too intemperate last night, I won't do it in the future."

How could Xia Yi not understand his painstaking efforts in doing so, so he never really got angry with Ximen Chuuxue, now seeing this proud man lower his posture to coax him, he couldn't help but feel warm, the only slight Anger disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"That's all." Xia Yi said, "Ximen, don't worry about me, go prepare for the sword competition yourself. I will take care of myself."

Ximen Chuuxue bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead, and said, "Okay. Get out of bed first and have breakfast."

So Xia Yi got out of bed to wash up, and under Ximen Chuuxue's supervision, he ate two bowls of porridge and some breakfast, and then Ximen Chuuxue left the room with satisfaction, and went to burn incense, take a shower and change clothes.

They are currently in a courtyard at the foot of Zijin Mountain, in Ximen Chuuxue.

Xia Yi used to only know that Ximen Chuuxue seems to be very rich, but now he knows that there are properties and shops in Wanmei Villa in most parts of the country.

They arrived at Zijin Mountain a few days earlier, Xia Yi accompanied Ximen Chuixue to the top of Zijin Mountain two days ago, and carefully surveyed the environment on the top of the mountain again.

——Since it is a sword competition with a master, not only must you know yourself and the enemy, but you must also be familiar with the environment of the competition venue.

Not only do you need the right time, place and people to fight wars, but you also need to compete in martial arts.

Since Ye Gucheng occupied the sky, Ximen Chuuxue chose Zijin Mountain, which he was more familiar with, which was barely considered to have the advantage of the location, and the rest depended on the strength of the two of them.

Ximen Chuuxue used to fast a few days in advance before every martial arts competition or killing.

Because fighting and killing people is one of the most sacred things in his eyes.

Originally, before the martial arts competition, he was absolutely not close to female (male) sex - of course, before meeting Xia Yize, he usually did not stain the coloring.

However, Xia Yi's situation is special now, and he has to make an exception once.

But even though he indulged himself all night last night, today Ximen Chuuxue is still full of energy, and the light in his black eyes is still full of light——with his level of skill, even if he indulged uncontrollably the night before the competition, it would not hurt him would have too much impact.

After taking a hot bath, Ximen Chuuxue felt that his physical strength and energy had returned to its peak.

Apply in the afternoon.

Ximen Chuuxue bid farewell to Xia Yi, ready to go to the top of the Forbidden City alone.

Xia Yi said in surprise, "You won't take me with you?"

Ximen Chuixue shook his head.

In the battle with Ye Gucheng, he only has a [-]% chance of winning.

In other words, he has a half chance of dying under Ye Gucheng's sword.

He didn't want Xia Yi to see that scene.

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head, and said the same thing: "If you go, I will be distracted."

Xia Yi could only remain silent.

Ximen Chuuxue stretched out his hand, grabbed Xia Yize's white right hand and squeezed it tightly, whispering in his ear: "Wait for me to come back."

After speaking, he let go of his hand, turned around and walked slowly towards the gate of the other courtyard.

Xia Yi quietly watched his back gradually disappear, opened his mouth to give some advice, but finally said nothing.

Ever since Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue set the date for the decisive battle, although he didn't show it on his face, he was worried in his heart.

He was not only worried about Ximen Chuuxue, but also Ye Gucheng.

Of course, Ximen Chuuxue was more.

After all, Ximen Chuuxue was his favorite person.

In the past few days, Xia Yi had thought about trying to prevent the decisive battle between the two countless times, and also conceived several plans, but in the end he rejected them one by one.

He even thought about repeating the old tricks, injuring Ye Gucheng severely before Ximen Chuuxue, so that the decisive battle between the two would be over.

However, Ye Gucheng is not Dugu Yihe after all, Ye Gucheng is the one who saved him twice.

No matter how selfish he is, he can't do that to his savior.

And the last time he took the initiative to challenge Dugu Yihe before Ximen Chuuxue, although Ximen Chuuxue didn't say it, he must be quite regretful in his heart.

Xia Yi can't let such a regret repeat itself.

Because he knew that if he couldn't compete with Ye Gucheng and Kendo, Ximen Chuuxue would regret it for the rest of his life!

Therefore, Xia Yi did nothing in the end.

Of course, this does not mean that he will just watch Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng fall under the sword of the other.

One of these two is his savior, and the other is the most important person in his life. Even if he dies, he still wants to protect them!

Therefore, as early as a few days ago, Xia Yi made a decision in his heart.

——He was going to wait for the time for the decisive battle between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng to approach, and use the teleportation spell to quietly sneak to the vicinity of the decisive battle between the two, but quietly sacrificed the Taihua Shield and waited for it.

Once the two decide the winner, and one of them is in danger of life, he will immediately appear to protect him with the shield of Taihua.

In this way, it can not only satisfy the life wishes of the two people, so that they will not regret for the rest of their lives, but also preserve their lives, which is the best of both worlds.

As for the power of thunder in both of their sword moves, Xia Yi didn't consider what the result would be if he uses his own monster power to forcibly support the Taihua Shield and the two men's sword qi is tough.

He is always used to thinking about others, and always forgets to think about his own safety.

Xia Yi returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the soft couch, and began to meditate to recuperate his spiritual energy.

The decisive battle between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng was around Xu time, and he still had two hours to prepare.

Xia Yi closed his eyes, and soon entered the state of forgetting both things and me.

Just when his spiritual power had circulated in his body for twelve days, and he felt that his spiritual power was stronger than before, he suddenly heard extremely slight and slightly messy footsteps coming from outside the door.

Xia Yi immediately became vigilant.

Ximen Chuuxue never made any footsteps when he walked, and the servants were once ordered not to come and disturb him... Who is it?

Xia Yi got up and stretched out his hand, took off the long sword hanging on the wall beside the bed and held it in his hand.

At this time, the new sword that Ximen Chuuxue forged for him had not yet been completed, so the sword in his hand was chosen from the hidden swords in Wanmei Villa, and it was also a unique famous sword.

Xia Yize had just grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand when the door was already pushed open, and then a familiar white figure came into Xia Yize's eyes.

Ximen blows snow!

How did he become like this?

Isn't it time for the decisive battle?

Xia Yi looked in shock at Ximen Fuxue, who was covering his chest with his hands, half of his white clothes were stained red with blood, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. Worried and distressed, he quickly let go of the hilt of the sword, stood up and stepped forward to support Ximen Chuuxue's precarious figure, and said anxiously: "Ximen, who hurt you?"

"Yes..." Ximen Chuuxue fell into Xia Yize's arms, the blood on his body stained him all over, gasped weakly, and said intermittently: "Yes... um..."

He just said a few broken words, Xia Yi suddenly pushed him away vigilantly, and said coldly: "You are not Ximen, who are you?"

"Oh, I thought I could hide it from you this time." The fake Ximen Fuxue stood up straight and rubbed his nose with his thumb carelessly, "I didn't expect to be discovered by you so soon. Confidence in my disguise technique has plummeted. However, Mr. Xia, you only found out now, it seems to be a bit late."