[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Until Ximen Chuuxue cut off the leader's head, everyone present couldn't react.

Firstly, they knew that the two people their leader was hosting came from Daxue Mountain, they were surrounded by nobles, so they would not be too defensive, and secondly, it was due to Ximen Chuuxue's sword, it was too fast.

In an instant, the blade was unsheathed.

The streamer is cold and bright red splashes the ground.

Sikong Zhaixing was also stunned along with everyone, but soon before everyone could react, he pulled up Ximen Chuuxue's sleeve and rushed out.

His behavior was extremely decisive, as if he had guessed what Ximen Chuuxue was going to do in advance.

Ximen Chuuxue followed him out of the tent, and with a flick of his hand, Nubuhad's head flew high in the air, and then quickly fell to the ground, letting the dust cover his face.

Sikong Zhaixing didn't dare to stop for a moment, Ximen Chuixue had just killed the leader of the Dafeng Tribe, so it was impossible to stay here for a long time, Sikong Zhaixing scolded through gritted teeth in his heart, this kid is simply a bastard who only knows how to do nonsense. Dragging Ximen Chuixue to run outside.

However, the tribe reacted much faster than they expected. A large group of soldiers with swords quickly surrounded them. Ximen Chuuxue drew his sword and went up without saying a word.

The power of the sword in his palm was like wind and thunder, and the sound was like a thunderbolt. For a while, no one was his single enemy.

Sikong Zhaixing snatched a horse and rushed over, then reached out his hand to Ximen Chuuxue.

With a sword soaring into the air, Ximen Chuuxue twisted his waist slightly, spun around in the air to relieve his strength, and landed on the horse's back.

Not long after, the two broke out of the encirclement and left without a trace.

The green grass is everywhere, and Ximen Chuixue sits quietly by the stream, immersing his hands in the icy cold water. This is a puddle formed by the melting snow flowing down from the snow-capped mountains, and the temperature is very low.

He washed the blood off his hands bit by bit, with no expression on his face.

Sikong Zhaixing was lying on the grass, lazily looking at the sky.

Chihe came from a distance.

Ximen Chuuxue put the wiped blade back into the sheath, Sikong Zaixing turned over, and both of them looked at the tall old man in unison.

"I saw that battle just now. You injured a total of 260 people and killed one person. This..."

Ximen Chuuxue interrupted him coldly: "I think we have completed the task."

"Oh?"

Sikong Zhaixing hugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows.

"Nubhad, the new ruler of the Gale Tribe, is dead. His confidants and confidants will soon be cleaned up by the new successor, and the cause of the death of the former leader will be thoroughly investigated. Those who are related to this matter will not be let go, this is killing."

"But because the truth has come to light, the Dafeng tribe has no excuse to attack the other two tribes, stop the war and stop the killing. This is salvation."

"Can we pass?"

Chi He's eyes fell on Ximen Chuixue, and said meaningfully: "This is your answer."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't look up, he quietly stared at the black sheathed sword on his knee.

"Those who betray their faith can be killed."

After a long silence, Chihe finally said.

"Pass."

Two months later, the three of them returned to Daxue Mountain, and the days that followed became extraordinarily peaceful, but Ximen Chuuxue would occasionally stand on the top of the mountain to look down at the mountains and look at the land in addition to practicing swords every day. There is still an unstoppable fight.

Every autumn, this vast enough grassland will still go to war due to the shortage of food. For several months, the blood on this land has not stopped, and countless corpses are forever poured into the soil, and then are Wild wolves or vultures drag away and share the food.

The living are vain, and their lives are worthless.

Sky burials are practiced on the grasslands, and the more noble the person is, the more this is the case. From this point of view, after death, the gap between people is actually smaller.

Ximen Chuuxue had been to the tribe where he had performed medical treatment for the first time to save people several times, but in the second year, that tribe was merged by a larger tribe, and there were fewer and fewer familiar faces, so he did not go again.

Even since then, he has never cared about the grassland, and all his thoughts have been put on the cold long sword.

For several days and nights, he sat cross-legged between the ice peaks almost without sleep, and the snow and ice all over the sky brushed his body.

In the long-lasting cold, almost all vitality is frozen. It is indeed the fastest way to break through the limits of the human body. Only in desperation can one know the potential of the human body.

Frost filled the eyelashes, and the cheeks were as pale as snow.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally pulled out the sword that he had been frozen in the ice for many days.

In the cold winter of ice and snow, the wind is full of cracking winds, but this sword was released quietly, following the momentum, and lifting the weight as if it were light.

On the other side of the mountain, Sikong Zhaixing had lumps of ice hanging from his feet, and he walked on extremely sharp ice cones with great difficulty.

They are all only sixteen years old, they first realized how big the world is, and they don't know that the hardships and hardships at this moment are just the beginning of a legendary name decades later.

Dazzling three years.

At least one thing Yu Luocha didn't lie to him, Ximen Chuuxue thought coldly, the three-year period has expired, and he will be able to leave soon.

Looking silently at the blurry shadow reflected on the ice wall, he is no longer a boy, cold and straight, like a lonely pine on a cliff, or a huge rock in a snow mountain, but if you have seen his eyes, you will feel that this is clearly a hand waiting for you at any time. Holding the sharp sword out of its sheath, it carried a cool sharpness that permeated from the bones.

"when are you leaving?"

"today."

"it is good."

Even though they have been together for three years and have a deep understanding of the person in front of him, Wu Hanjiang still feels that Ximen Chuuxue is incompatible with this world no matter when and where.

"I have taught you a lot, but I can't be your master. If you want to come back after leaving Daxue Mountain, there will be no ice steps to help you, and you can't use rope ladders. You can only climb the thousand-foot ice wall by yourself. , walk across the chain trestle bridge. Of course, the same goes down the mountain.”

"If you can't even pass this, you don't have the qualifications to go down the mountain."

Ximen Chuuxue finished listening without saying a word, and took a last look at the place where he had been staying for three years, and the next moment, he left resolutely.

On top of the white snow, the icy mountain stands unattainable all the time, and at the foot of it is the back of a man walking away silently.

Sikong Zhaixing watched from a distance, and there was a lazy, navy-blue-colored prairie wolf lying under his feet.

"Why can he go down the mountain one step faster than me? Xiaoqing, do you think this is particularly unfair?"

The only answer was a furry back of his head.

"What are you eating again? Damn, where did you get the jerky? Open your mouth, open your mouth, shit, Ximen Chuuxue gave it to you again!"

"Still eating, how fat have you become!"

"Hurry up and catch the rabbit for me, or you won't be allowed to have dinner today!"

Wanmei Villa is still the deserted villa, and there will be no changes due to the temporary departure of the owner. It is always isolated from the world, as if time has lost its meaning.

Ximen Chuuxue returned to his room. The layout inside remained unchanged, but it was still neat and clean. It could not be seen that no one had lived here for three years.

Steward Xu lowered his head slightly, and reported one by one what happened in the village in the past three years.

"Mr. Lu has been here a few times, but because the owner is not here, he left. In addition..." Butler Xu took out a thick stack of envelopes from his sleeve and handed them to Ximen Chuuxue, "These are letters from Baiyun City."

This was a bit of a surprise. Ximen Chuuxue received the letter and looked at the signature. It was indeed from Baiyun City, but most of the signatures were from Yun Shu, and only a few letters were signed from Ye Gucheng.

Ximen Chuuxue picked out all the signatures of Baiyun City Lord, and tore them apart in chronological order.

The handwriting was clear and sharp, but unexpectedly beautiful, the letter was not long, just some simple greetings, Ximen Chuuxue looked down carefully, scanned it again, and then opened the second letter.

It's a flyer sent in years ago.

"Ximen Chuuxue said:

The Singapore dollar is approaching, and I hope you will have a happy and happy year. "

He opened the third envelope, which was also a New Year's greeting.

"Singapore dollars are coming soon, New Year's Eve."

The fourth letter.

"What happened?"

Fifth letter.

"I know."

The last one seems to be a little thicker than the previous ones.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at it, and his face became serious, and the hand holding the letter paper couldn't help but feel a little harder, so that it left a deep mark on the letter paper.

After collecting these letters one by one, Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "Prepare your horse."

He is going to find Ye Gucheng.

But Ye Gucheng is not in Baiyun City at the moment, he is sitting in a small restaurant near the water, opposite is an elegant-looking man in green shirt, not doubtful about his age, the two have a slight similarity in appearance.

"Gucheng, long time no see, okay?"

The man in white clothes like snow nodded slightly: "Shang Ke, Second Uncle really doesn't want to go back?"

Ye Lingxiu poured himself a glass of wine. The aged flower carvings were very bright in color. He didn't drink, but just swirled the white porcelain glass.

"You are already the Lord of Baiyun City. I have heard of the title of Sword Head of the South China Sea even in Southern Border." He smiled casually, "It's not like you don't know what happened back then, and I can't leave."

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly: "Since that's the case, I won't mention this matter. I came here to ask one thing."

"You said."

"Twelve years ago, my second uncle adopted a adopted daughter."

Ye Lingxiu nodded slowly: "Lenyue is barren, so we adopted a seven-year-old girl, named Qin Ye."

"Why, do you recognize her?" Ye Lingxiu frowned slightly. They have always been quite satisfied with that girl, and after the adoption was confirmed, his memory has been washed away. He has been fine for more than ten years. Today, when an old friend came to visit, he mentioned this matter , Could it be...

Ye Gucheng was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't know, I just met once when I came here yesterday."

"So that's it." Ye Lingxiu breathed a sigh of relief. Qin Ye was the holy lady of the Southern Border Witch Cult he had finally selected, so he naturally didn't want to make a mistake. "Are you looking for her for something? I can call her over."

Ye Gucheng did not object.

The author has something to say: the city lord writes greeting cards every year