[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Sikong Zhaixing patted his chest with lingering fear: "I almost thought he had discovered it."

Qin Ye clasped his elbows with both hands, his brows darkened: "And then? He didn't say anything?"

"No, just left."

Sikong Zhaixing tore off the human skin mask on his face: "If he really finds something is wrong, he should cut it with a sword!"

"Not necessarily, maybe he has scruples." Qin Ye frowned, "Forget it, since he didn't say anything, let's pretend he didn't know about it! Anyway, our goal has been achieved."

Sikong Zhaixing nodded.

"Okay, I've finished what I promised you." Sikong Zaixing stood up and put on a green shirt again, "I have to go."

"In such a hurry?"

"Master Qin, I don't have much friendship with you! Don't you think it's too fake for you to be so reluctant to part with me?"

Qin Ye snorted.

"I'm just curious. By the way, where is Yu Luocha now? Is he still in Kunlun Mountain?"

"Of course, he doesn't seem to have been to Kunlun in recent years." Sikong Zhaixing shrugged and poured himself a glass of water, "What are you worried about?"

"Ximen Chuuxue is going to Kunlun."

"Pfft—" Sikong Zhaixing wiped his mouth with his sleeve, ignoring Qin Ye's disgusted eyes, "He went to find Yu Luosha?"

"kindness."

"Yu Luocha will definitely not see him." Sikong Zaixing understood Ximen Chuuxue's temperament, "If he causes trouble on Kunlun Mountain..."

"Don't worry, he won't do anything to A Xue." Qin Ye showed an indescribably complicated expression, "He probably doesn't want to part with it."

"Tsk tsk, why do I feel that he doesn't treat Ximen Chuuxue as well as I, a son?" Sikong Zhaixing shrugged, "Then what are you worried about?"

"If you don't do anything, it doesn't mean you won't do other things." Qin Ye said slowly, "You should know that he doesn't like rebels."

"Let's skip this matter for now." Sikong Zhaixing obviously didn't want to mention that man again, "Russell is getting involved with Ling Youyou now, Southern Border can't accommodate them now, I guess Russell will go to the Central Plains."

"Cutting weeds naturally requires rooting out. I will order someone to do this."

"it is good."

After Sikong Zhaixing left, Qin Ye slowly sat down on the bed. She pressed the mechanism behind the bed, and a small secret room was revealed under the bed, hiding two embracing corpses.

Qin Ye looked at it for a long time, then lifted his hem, knelt down, and kowtowed heavily.

When he stood up again, blood was spattered on his forehead, and tears were pouring down like rain.

After Ximen Chuuxue left the Southern Witch Sect, he went straight back to Wenxianglou, retired from his room, and retrieved the horses that were fostered here.

When he walked out of the inn, he saw Ye Gucheng, who was dressed in white and tied his sword, head-on.

Without saying much, the two walked side by side.

When it comes to parting.

Ye Gucheng stopped in his tracks.

"Here...be careful."

Ximen Chuuxue took a deep look at Ye Gucheng: "I will."

Ye Gucheng watched Ximen Chuixue go away until the man in white riding alone disappeared on the long road before he turned around. Behind him were Baiyuncheng's subordinates who had prepared their chariots and horses and were waiting.

"Strictly monitor all the recent movements of the Southern Witch Sect."

Ye Gucheng ordered coldly, at this moment, his face is as cold as ice, and there are countless hazes and coldness hidden in his eyes, the arrogance and aloofness belonging to the superior are extremely clear.

The majestic, Kunlun.

Unlike Daxue Mountain, although it is also a place of bitter cold, it is not so extreme that it is like a desperate situation in the world. There are even members of the Western Demon Cult in neat black clothes patrolling around all the time.

Ximen Chuuxue got off his horse and looked up at the human smoke curling up between the high mountains and peaks.

He dropped the reins and hiked up the hill.

"Who's here?" A group of congregation soon saw him and quickly surrounded him with their swords raised.

Ximen Chuixue looked at Xuefeng with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "The jade of the West will last forever."

"Meet the Holy Messenger."

The members of the Western Devil's Cult immediately knelt down, Ximen Chuuxue pursed his lips and continued to move forward.

In the solemn and solemn hall, the man sitting high on the jade throne was wearing a black-purple regular dress. The black mask covered most of his cheeks, only a small section of his clean chin was exposed.

With a chuckle, Youyou, the extremely mysterious master of the Western Demon Cult, looked up at the door and said to himself, "You should come too."

Then he stretched out his long sleeves, and in the blink of an eye he was gone.

When Ximen Chuuxue went to Kunlun with his sword on his back, he was already prepared to fight a fierce battle. Even if he died because of it, he would never regret it. He just waited for him to enter the hall unimpeded.

Only to find that there is not even a shadow of a person here.

There was a letter on the table.

"A Xue personally said:

I heard that there are secret treasures in the desert, there are fairy mountains overseas, there are eagles outside the Great Wall, and there are beauties in southern Xinjiang. I have lived in Kunlun for a long time, and I have been busy with things. , Please take your place.

don't read. "

The inscription was Western Jade Raksha, Ximen Chuixue folded his wrists, crumpled the letter paper, and gritted his teeth angrily.

"Jade Rakshasa!" He paused every word.

After a brief struggle, Ximen Chuuxue saw a group of people suddenly filling the originally empty hall.

"Nine heavens and ten earths, all the gods and demons are together today to meet the holy envoy."

The letter paper in Ximen Chuuxue's hand was distorted out of shape, and his face was even colder and gloomy.

"Go back."

Even if he had never really been in power, Ximen Chuuxue was accustomed to occupying a high position and was used to bossing around, but this attitude made the Western Demon Cult's followers take it for granted, and one by one they left the hall at a normal speed.

Ximen Chuuxue looked up at the jade girl on the pipa and the golden boy holding the yu in the mural on the top of the main hall, snorted coldly, and smashed the jade seat in front of him with one palm.

It was the first time he was teased like this, Ximen Chuuxue pursed his lips and walked out of the window.

The lonely peak is cold and snowy, and there is no cloud in the sky.

He closed his eyes, but he missed the days when he was with Ye Gucheng.

Ximen Chuuxue rolled up his sleeves and soaked the dishes in the water. He rarely did these trivial things before, but considering that the noble and aloof Baiyun City Lord can go into the water to catch fish, it's not a big deal.

When he took the bowls and chopsticks back, Ye Gucheng had already come in with two fish, and was about to burn firewood and start the stove.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at it for a while with his shoulders in his arms, and immediately felt admiration.

Ye Gucheng threw the fire bag into the straw pile, covered it with a few dead branches, and finally put the pot on it.

He stared at the two fish in silence for a while, and looked at his sword from time to time.

"how?"

"Will you descale?"

Against Ye Gucheng's expectant eyes, Ximen Chuixue shook his head with certainty.

"will not."

"It's okay, I'll teach you." Ye Gucheng returned quickly, and then he forced the fish into Ximen Chuuxue's hands, "Just pull out the scales."

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the completely dead fish in his hand, and then at City Lord Ye who was trying to show him how to remove the scales with his bare hands. He turned his palm over, revealing a long and thin silver needle.

City Lord Baiyun: "..."

The pieces of fish scales that were picked up were obviously not in line with Ye Gucheng's prediction, but the ending was always the same.

Ximen Chuuxue picked thousands of scales and bent two silver needles.

Finally, the fish was cooked.

The two swordsmen, whose white clothes were somewhat torn but still very aloof, sat facing each other.

In the middle is a pot of fish soup.

The taste was barely passable, and there were no other seasonings except salt. Ximen Chuuxue swallowed the food in small mouthfuls, and at the same time thought seriously whether he should go to the next door to catch two snakes.

Snakes... seem to have many scales too!

forget about it.

Ye Gucheng reckoned that it was getting late, and according to his usual physical habits, he should fall asleep in half an hour at most.

Ximen Chuuxue only found a stone bed in the room, but it was big enough for two people to sleep on.

"I sleep outside." Ye Gucheng was obviously conscious.

Ximen Chuuxue spread out her long hair, "I'm going to take a shower."

At the end of the day, his body was stained with mud and blood. Although the conditions are really simple now, Ximen Chuuxue will not wrong himself.

He wore long hair, untied his clothes, and slowly stepped into the water.

The water was extremely cold, and the wound on the back was stimulated by the cold water, and it was really stinging. Ximen Chuuxue pressed it lightly, and it was obviously swollen. He remembered that he brought the wound medicine, and when he turned around to get it, he saw Ye Gucheng. He was half squatting on the ground, looking at him underwater.

"City Lord Ye."

Ye Gucheng held a white jade bottle in his hand: "This is medicine for wounds, and it works well."

Ximen Chuuxue approached Ye Gucheng, looking up at him slightly.

At this moment, one is on the shore, one is in the water, one is fully clothed, and the other is naked, but neither of them seems to feel that there is anything wrong with it.

Ximen Chuuxue paused for a moment, but he still reached out to pick it up, but Ye Gucheng said, "You seem to be inconvenient."

It is indeed inconvenient to apply medicine to the wound on the back, Ximen Chuuxue hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Actually, it doesn't matter."

Ye Gucheng half knelt down: "I'll help you."

Ximen Chuuxue watched as he unscrewed the medicine bottle, dug out a large piece of ointment and spread it in the palm of his hand.

"come over."

Ximen Chuixue paused, turned around, and bent slightly.

The wound was very close to the waist and hip, and Ye Gucheng could even see the tight buttocks behind the tailbone through the clear water. The palm covered the scar that had turned purple, and the slightly cool skin and the warm The palms were pressed together, and the long wet hair was tangled on the white back, like an extremely complicated pattern.

Ye Gucheng got up after carefully applying the wound medicine.

"All right."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, then turned to look for his clothes.

When he got dressed again, Ye Gucheng had already found an open space to sit cross-legged and adjust his breath.

After barely resting for a night, Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng almost searched the small cave all over the next day, only to find that although there are traces of the original owner's life here, at least decades have passed.

Many things have become unusable with the passage of time.

However, Ye Xi's curiosity is not too serious, the place is quiet enough, and the scenery is considered beautiful, Ximen Chuuxue stayed for one night, but I think it's okay.

It's just that it seems inappropriate to let Ye Gucheng blow the cold wind outside.

Ximen Chuuxue found Ye Gucheng before nightfall on the second day.

"Replace my vigil tonight."

City Lord Baiyun paused, seeing Ximen Chuuxue's irresistible expression, he said hello unhurriedly.

Ximen Chuuxue went out.

In this cave, one can't tell the difference between morning and evening, sun and moon, and with injuries on his body, Ximen Chuuxue hasn't practiced sword for several days, and Ye Gucheng is the same.

But for some reason, Ximen Chuuxue still felt that such a day seemed to be pretty good.

There are two peach trees in the courtyard, and they are growing well in the middle of the mountains. It should not be the season of peach blossoms at this moment, but it may be because of the special environment here.

The peach blossoms are not yet exhausted.

Ximen Chuuxue was leaning under the tree, his nostrils were filled with the fragrance of flowers, it felt a little like being in Wanmei Villa, he closed his eyes, his expression was laziness.

Ye Gucheng watched the man in white clothes from the window, the snow-white skirts swayed slightly, and his black hair floated with him.

He stopped for a moment, then lay back on the bed, feeling unexpectedly good.

The author has something to say: Ye·Pull scales with bare hands·Gucheng.

Simon·Picking Flying Scales·Blowing Snow

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