[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

The residence that Ximen Chuuxue arranged for Ye Gucheng was the second room from the left in the rear compartment. The terrain is quite high, and you can see the snow from the mountains. The snow on the high mountains adjacent to Wanmei Villa will not melt all year round.

This is probably due to the original Sushui Pavilion. It is very beautiful to be in the middle of the top and overlook the mountain.

In fact, Ye Gucheng also faintly noticed that Ximen Chuuxue always unconsciously pursued some very strange things, such as the loyalty between friends, the blood spattered when killing people, he thought they were beautiful.

At this time, Ximen Chuuxue is not quite a swordsman, but an observer staring at the whole world with puzzled eyes.

Sometimes Ye Gucheng even felt that he was one of the people under his scrutiny.

This feeling made him uncomfortable, like the dislike of being offended, and also like subconscious self-defense, this depression lasted for three days.

On the fourth day, Ximen Chuuxue asked him to fight.

The scenery was beautiful that day. Both of them were dressed in white. In the last autumn wind, swords clashed with each other.

It was probably at that moment that Ye Gucheng finally knew where his discomfort came from, because Ximen Chuuxue looked at him in the same way as he used to challenge those famous swordsmen and martial arts masters.

So Ye Gucheng couldn't keep his hand, and he couldn't keep it. Even though Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship is not as good as his now, but the sharpness of life and death made him almost murderous.

The sword's edge was only a few inches away from the snow-white neck.

As long as he was faster and harder, this boy would lie lifeless on the ground like many swordsmen who had challenged him before.

Ye Gucheng inhaled lightly, and the sword's posture changed again and again, making it even harder for Ximen Chuuxue, who was already tired of coping, to resist, and then blood splashed.

The tip of the sword drew a wound on the side of the neck that was by no means shallow, and the reason why the sword stopped was not because of Ye Gucheng's mercy, but because Ximen Chuuxue's left hand was holding his sword body at the moment, and the palm of his hand was cut by the sword energy. A thin stream of blood flowed down the wrist to the ground.

Ye Gucheng's face suddenly paled for a moment, and he was almost at a loss as he took two steps back before softly saying, "Sorry."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't care, and after releasing his left hand holding the opponent's sword edge, he began to apply acupuncture to stop the bleeding and treat the wound.

Ye Gucheng originally thought that he would not make such a mistake, but now, the blood-stained sword seemed particularly ironic. He had never realized so clearly that he was indeed a swordsman.

Such purity...Ye Gucheng couldn't help looking at Ximen Chuuxue, he thought, that's great.

There is also such a person who makes him feel that his blood has not completely cooled down.

Because of their injuries, the two of them didn't move their swords again in the next few days. Watching the flowers at the moonset, watching the snow on the lonely mountain, and even playing the piano and flute were all trivial matters that had nothing to do with swords.

But I didn't feel impatient once I did it one by one.

On the contrary, they feel like-minded and have a tacit understanding of twins. Ximen Chuixue likes the ice-like sunshine reflected on the snow all over the mountains and plains, and Ye Gucheng prefers the endless stars twinkling in the starry sky at night. Looking up at the vastness of the sky, he feels that he is small, but only in this way The ethereal existence will be the end of his pursuit.

Ximen Chuuxue accompanied him to stargazing, the starlight from the beautiful galaxy was a small but bright light, Ximen Chuuxue spread out his palm and took it in his hand.

"When I was young, I often wondered if the sea is an upside-down starry sky." Ximen Chuixue's voice was very soft and slow, "So, are there stars under the sea?"

Ye Gucheng thought for a while: "Yes, but it's not a star, it's called a lantern fish, and I've only seen it once in the deep sea."

"That must be beautiful."

"Yes."

The wind blew a very clear sound, like whispers in the starry sky, or whispers in the snow.

Ximen Chuuxue brought the flute to his lips, the tune was long and sharp, with crisp coloratura, it was a typical northern tune, and the tone gradually became lower in the end, which was a bit like a southern technique.

Ye Gucheng listened to it for a while, curious: "What song is this?"

"The pastoral songs outside the Great Wall only have a tune, not a tune." Ximen Chuuxue put down the purple bamboo flute in his hand, looked sideways at Ye Gucheng, "What do you want to hear?"

Ye Gucheng shook his head: "The song just now was very good."

Ximen Chuuxue sat down on the ground, with his knees sideways in front of him, looking at the mountains in the distance, playing the flute in the wind, the sound was melodious, but it was a plum tune with twists and turns, this style was more similar to Jiangnan, gentle and brisk.

Ye Gucheng listened to such a pleasant tune, and then looked at Ximen Chuuxue's rather stern eyebrows, but he could deeply feel that at this moment, that person's heart was bright and happy.

At that moment, he thought, even after hundreds of years, he would never get tired of seeing such a scene of wind, moon and starry sky.

Maybe it was because he slept too late. When Ximen Chuuxue woke up the next day, it was already very bright. He got up to wash up and looked at the reddish wound on his neck reflected in the mirror. In a few more days, it should be fine. .

Ximen Chuuxue hadn't practiced swords for a few days, and Ximen Chuuxue was really not used to it. After thinking about it, he went to the courtyard with his sword in hand, starting from the most basic kendo sixteen moves, stabbing, cutting, picking, splitting, pulling, and slashing. ... After withdrawing the sword, Ximen Chuuxue stood in place, closed his eyes and remained silent for a while.

Then he continued, the time of his silence became shorter and shorter, and the speed of his moves became faster and faster.

One style of lotus painting is done, entering the country faster than before, Ximen Chuuxue unconsciously thought of Ye Gucheng, if he could stay here forever... Shaking his head, this is impossible, Ximen Chuuxue quickly dispelled his unrealistic thoughts idea.

It's hard to find a confidant, and even harder to find an opponent, but Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue always feel that one day, they will choose a suitable time and a suitable place, and then raise their swords to face each other, to decide life and death.

Ximen Chuuxue thought about that moment, his chest seemed to be scalded by the turbulent fighting intent, he lowered his eyes, and put the sword back into its sheath.

—It is not yet time.

Calming down his fighting spirit, Ximen Chuuxue came to the front hall, but happened to run into Yun Shu who was a little worried.

"Oh!" The other party sighed subconsciously when he looked at him.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at her, but didn't answer.

Anyway, Yun Shu would definitely not be able to bear it first, as expected.

"We're leaving."

Ximen Chuuxue was taken aback, why so fast?

Yun Shu said helplessly: "The matter has been settled, and there is another letter from the city asking us to go back early, so..."

Ximen Chuuxue also nodded: "It's okay, since I have something to do, I won't stay any longer."

Yun Shu pursed her mouth: "Honestly speaking, apart from being too quiet, everything else is fine here, and the wintersweet blooms are also beautiful. Well, why don't you talk to our city lord, he might stay for a few more days, anyway, the city Nothing happened here, so there's no need to go back now!"

Speaking of the latter, her eyes were full of expectation, but Ximen Chuuxue shook her head.

"No." He has never been a forceful character, let alone that person is Ye Gucheng.

Yun Shu said resentfully: "Okay, then I'll go and pack my things."

When they parted, Ximen Chuixue sent them to the foot of the mountain, looked at the long road, and said: "Treasure."

Ye Gucheng replied goodbye.

Ximen Chuuxue watched them go away, and then returned to the villa.

On the other side, Yun Shu was riding a horse, and asked a bit puzzled: "City Master, the matter at the Nanwang Mansion was over a few days ago, and there is no letter from the city urging you, why do you want to leave all of a sudden?" ?”

To be honest, she saw that her city lord and Ximen Chuuxue had been going in and out as a couple for the past few days, and the conversation was obviously quite harmonious, so why suddenly she didn't want to live anymore.

Ye Gucheng glanced at her: "Now is not the time."

"what?"

Ye Gucheng didn't say anything more, but at the next bend in the road, he turned slightly sideways, and looked back as if casually, at the villa standing among the majestic peaks.

Ximen Chuuxue was reading the letter at the moment, browsing through it at a glance, and frowned slightly unconsciously.

He knew that Yu Luocha had a son, but he had never seen it, but now, Yu Luocha decided to send this stranger to his Wanmei Villa.

Ximen Chuuxue seriously began to consider how to refuse.

But it seemed useless to refuse, because when this letter was about to be mailed ten days ago, that cheap cousin also set off together.

Therefore, since Thaksin's letters have been received, the other party should arrive today at the latest.

But no matter what, Ximen Chuuxue never thought that the way that person came would be so unique, and what was even more unexpected was the identity of the other person.

Sikong Zhaixing had never been so aggrieved in his life. He was slapped unconscious by a big man who was as strong as a bear, and then he was stuffed into the box. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that it was Ximen Chuuxue.

The two looked at each other in silence.

"Hey, let me out first."

Ximen Chuuxue took a look at Sikong Zhaixing who was still twisting and stuffed into the box, and said calmly: "Nine days and ten places."

Sikong Zhaixing replied subconsciously: "Gods and demons...fuck it, it's you!"

In fact, Ximen Chuuxue also wanted to scold his mother, but he had never learned swear words, so he couldn't.

Yu Luocha is indeed very good, not to mention raising a fake son to be placed in the Demon Cult, but now the real son can be stuffed in a box as a gift.

Ximen Chuuxue was suddenly a little thankful that Ye Gucheng sent him back to the villa.

Sikong Zhaixing finally got rid of the rope on his body, this rope was specially made, even he couldn't untie it easily, but now it is rare and easy.

"Hmph, even if you are me... In short, don't think that I will live under the same roof as you." Sikong Zhaoxing said vaguely, and then he seemed to leave, but unfortunately he was still picked up like a chicken. Hold the back of the neck, still the big guy.

Muscles all over his body, his clothes were bulging, and his figure was as huge as a black tower. He was at least a nine-foot man, enough to support the bodies of two or three Sikong Zhaixing.

When Ximen Chuuxue saw this person, his body tensed up subconsciously.

But the big man didn't put on any vicious expression, instead he put on a naive smile, and shouted at Sikong Zhaixing loudly: "My master said, please go to the mountain with the young man in white on the opposite side. For a while, don't run away, or I will tie you up in front of the master."

Sikong Zhaixing felt that he was also very broken. He really had never seen this kind of person. He looked stupid and naive, but the terrifying giant strength and the cruelty of psychopathy made his life worse than death along the way.

Even if he was slapped a few times casually, he would have to vomit blood due to internal injuries. Why does this kind of huge and strong man insist on fighting him? What master does he have?He doesn't know him!

Ximen Chuuxue also heard these words, and after knowing that he was also one of the opponent's targets, he drew out his sword silently.

But the man shook his giant palm like a cattail leaf fan: "I won't fight you, my master said, when I see you, I just need to give you a letter, and you will be willing to go with me."

Before Sikong Zhaixing could yell at the disparity in treatment, the big man took out a piece of crumpled letter paper, and Ximen Chuuxue took it suspiciously, only then did he realize that the man with terrifying strength in front of him was not from Yu Luocha The subordinate, to be precise, he is from Daxue Mountain.

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the last sentence: "This seat has reached an agreement with the current owner of Daxue Mountain, and I will get two trial opportunities... At most, I can leave after a few years. Everything is up to you. decision."

"Great Snow Mountain..." This was the first time Ximen Chuuxue heard about this place. There was no sect or sect, it was just the word Great Snow Mountain, and there was no other information.

But Ximen Chuuxue still agreed, just because Daxue Mountain was his father's teacher.

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