[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Ye Gucheng always knew that since he decided to monitor the Southern Witch Sect, he was bound to encounter the Western Witch Sect.

Speaking of which, it is not the first time that Yu Luocha plotted against Baiyun City. Such unscrupulousness has always made Ye Gucheng extremely disgusted. If a person with a strong desire for control and arbitrary will still have great power... Ye Gucheng does not know that Ximen Chuuxue is so How did he come here for many years, but if he has such an elder, he might do some outrageous things.

So he didn't move any of Yi Nongyue's spies, so as not to startle the snake.

One hit kills, and then he has the qualifications to make the opponent afraid. Ye Gucheng is like this whether he is practicing swords or using soldiers. Either he does not fight, or he will go all out if he wants to fight.

Gong Jiu looked at the wine glass on the table and smiled slightly. His face was pale like that of a nobleman, but his smile was cold, like a jackal with its claws restrained.

"The leader of your religion is now visiting on my nameless island."

"Your Excellency's intention for coming here is not just to inform me of this matter, right?" Yi Nongyue said softly with a smile in the corners of her eyes and affection in her eyes.

Gong Jiu glanced at him, then clapped his hands.

The row of men in black behind him pulled off the veil on their faces, Yi Nongyue pursed her lips, the surprise in her heart deepened.

The strength of Wumingdao is really extraordinary, these are all first-class masters who have been famous for a long time, and now they are willing to follow behind this young man named Gong Jiu.

"I'm here to help out."

Ximen Chuuxue had already forgotten how many swords he had swung, and how many steps he had walked. When he reached the sword-testing platform, he had forgotten everything except the sword in his heart. Those scattered blood flowers were as beautiful as The snow he saw for the first time.

Pure, fiery, untainted by dust.

It seems that it is no longer the hand that controls the blade, but his heart. The blood and glory, death and the journey are all sacred and cannot be defiled in the slightest.

Ximen Chuuxue was immersed in this beautiful sea of ​​blood, until he stepped on the last step, there was no opponent in front of him, he had already stood on the top of the mountain, the highest point.

Overlooking the room, the world is already small.

He suddenly felt very cold, the wind was colder than the sword in his hand, and he was so lonely that only his own shadow remained.

Ximen Chuuxue wiped away the last trace of blood on the blade, he heard him say to himself.

—I want a rival.

——An opponent who makes me no longer lonely.

Ye Gucheng held a snow-white scarf in one hand, and held his sword in the other. The light of the sword shone coldly on his face.

He went out with a sword, and when he looked up, the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

Ye Gucheng has experienced many wars. His fame was earned in life and death battles.

He didn't even remember how many people he had killed. Those who had been famous for a long time, or assassins who didn't even have names, were the ones who survived from beginning to end.

This is enough.

Jianghu will not mourn a dead swordsman, the one who survives is the winner.

Ye Gucheng thought so deeply.

And this time, he took up his sword again.

"My lord, this time the Western Demon Cult's attack on Baiyun City has obviously been planned for a long time. The elder of the Demon Cult even brought out the eighteen knights of the Demon Sha, not only that, but also used a lot of material and financial resources to drive those warships. "

"I'm afraid this battle will be something to watch."

"Not necessarily." Zhu Youxun frowned, "After all, the South China Sea is the territory of Baiyun City. No matter how powerful the Western Demon Cult is, it is also in the Western Regions. Since you have come to the South China Sea, you will inevitably be powerless, unless there are still forces willing to take action. "

"My lord, then you..."

"Impossible!" Zhu Youxun shook his head resolutely, "Not to mention that I still want to worship Lord Baiyun as my teacher, even between me and Na Yi Nongyue, I wish he could die."

"So this favor, I will sell it to that Baiyun city lord no matter what!"

"My son—"

Gong Jiu pursed his lips. He is a swordsman, but he is not a swordsman who loves swords like his life. For him, the sword is just a tool, a means. His most powerful thing is himself.

When he came to South China Sea this time, he took the initiative to speak out, wanting to see the demeanor of swordsmen in the world, and that person recommended Ye Gucheng to him.

At the moment when the South China Sea is turbulent.

Ximen Chuuxue returned to Wanmei Villa, took a bath, fasted, and thanked guests.

He didn't want to know anything, didn't want to see it, didn't want to hear it.

Only his sword remained.

After 29 days and nights of closed-door retreat, Ximen Chuuxue pushed open the stone door of the sword room for the first time.

The midday sun shone on his pale cheeks, only a pair of pupils were frighteningly bright.

"Uncle Xu."

"Master."

Ximen Chuuxue said slowly: "From today, give me a list every three months."

"kindness?"

"Breach of trust, betrayal of righteousness, ungratefulness, violence, and so on."

"Master, what do you want?" Butler Xu's face was full of surprise.

Ximen Chuuxue: "I ask the sword with sincerity, and I will naturally show it to others."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lu has been waiting for you in the villa for a month."

Ximen Chuuxue frowned slightly: "He hasn't left yet?"

"No."

Yu Tianbao had already returned to the Western Demon Cult a month ago, but Lu Xiaofeng followed him all the way.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, and after washing up, he carried his sword and went to see Lu Xiaofeng.

White jade wine glass, clear green wine, a man lazily leaning on a rattan chair made of bamboo and wood, usually slowly basking in the autumn sun while sipping fine wine.

Such a day, even the gods would not change it.

Lu Xiaofeng felt that he could wait for Ximen Chuuxue for another two months in Wanmei Villa.

Such an extravagant big Zhuangzi, with extremely exquisite dishes and fine wines, lived and ate for nothing, and no one said a word to him. The old butler also smiled when he saw him, and gave him what he wanted.

For a moment, Lu Xiaofeng almost thought that he was the owner of this villa.

Until he met Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue, with a strong sword intent and no popularity, had a dead face coldly.

Lu Xiaofeng jumped up in fright: "Ximen Chuuxue, you are..."

But it's been a month, how could he have thought that Ximen Chuuxue had become so estranged and withdrawn.

The swordsman in white looked down at him.

"What's the matter?"

Lu Xiaofeng forced a smile: "You just came out of customs, I'm afraid you still don't know about the event that shocked the world a month ago."

"Oh?"

"You must know the Lord Baiyun of Feixian Island in the South China Sea."

Ximen blew Xue En, he naturally knew it.

"June [-]th happened to be the day of your retreat. It is said that a mysterious force united with many masters to besiege Baiyun City."

"City Lord Baiyun went out to fight, and defeated many masters with one move."

"That trick is called—"

"Flying Immortals in the Sky!"

Ximen Chuuxue was so pale and cold that there was a very faint and cold smile on his face.

"very good."

"very good?"

"City Lord Baiyun is the opponent I care about most in this life."

"You want to challenge him?" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Sooner or later."

"That's okay." Lu Xiaofeng realized that it wasn't what he meant now, and then he showed yearning, and sighed sincerely: "It's a pity that I wasn't in the South China Sea at that time, otherwise I might have seen the peerless swordsman demeanor of the Lord Baiyun."

There was a sudden noise outside the door.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned and looked, it turned out to be a group of young men holding long swords.

"Ximen Chuuxue, I am He Yunhong, the eldest disciple of Kongtong, and I am here at Wanmei Villa to challenge you!"

"That's right, that's right. I heard that you lost twelve times in a row to the Sword Master of the Sword Trial Stage. That's because our elder brother was delayed by something, so you took advantage of it."

"That's right, now, in order to clear our senior brother's name, you come out and fight Senior Brother He."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't respond, but Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "Ximen Chuuxue, you're in retreat this month, but I've seen no less than thirty waves of people coming to challenge you."

"When I tried Jianfeng, I thought you might be the fastest person to reach the summit in the past hundred years."

"Did you know that someone with good intentions has already compared you with that Baiyun City Lord?"

Ximen Fuxue: "Boring."

Lu Xiaofeng pointed outside: "Then they?"

"More boring."

Ximen Chuuxue turned around and left: "You can do what you want."

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his nose, stood up coolly and hugged his fist: "I've been bothering you a lot this month, so let's just say goodbye."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded dispensable.

Lu Xiaofeng said goodbye, he didn't leave the gate, he went over the wall directly, before leaving, he looked at the young man making noise in front of the gate of Wanmei Villa, but he thought of the person who claimed to be Ximen Chuixue Junior Brother.

While watching Ximen Chuixue's destructive challenge scene, Yu Tianbao murmured to him: "My brother, this man is violent. He looks so good-looking, but he can choke or piss people off with just one mouth."

"If it's just like this, it's not unbearable, but I have been in the Central Plains for a few days, and I can see it clearly."

"Let's not talk about interest, this person has no patience at all."

"I went to the Ningxiang Pavilion, but he didn't allow it."

"Let's not talk about a gentle town like Yilan Waterside Pavilion and Painting Boats."

"I brought the banknotes for counting and counting, but when I came to him, I could only be a vegetarian."

Lu Xiaofeng responded with deep sympathy.

"You probably don't agree."

"It's actually not bad." Yu Tianbao restrained his resentful resentment, "If he is here, I really don't have any psychological burden when I go to cause trouble."

Yu Tianbao couldn't help laughing when he thought of the scene where he went up to provoke every time he saw a tyrant and bully, and in the end they were forcibly suppressed by Ximen Chuuxue.

Sure enough, Ximen Chuuxue was the most vicious and unreasonable person.

Therefore, when Lu Xiaofeng saw that those young heroes were politely persuaded like everyone who provoked them before, he was actually forcibly erected and thrown down the mountain, so naturally he would not be at all surprised.

After such a stark contrast, as expected, the people of Wanmei Villa treated him very well.

The author has something to say: I admit that I use pen and ink very sparingly here, and I have mentioned a lot of things in one stroke. Don't force it, everyone can imagine for themselves, but the second volume, probably from here, the change of the city lord is not obvious, but in the case of the sword god, he has probably begun to be close to the Ximen Chuuxue at the beginning of the original book. Strangely, the characters like Ximen Chuuxue have always been growth-oriented. In the original book, every time he finishes a duel with someone, he feels that his painting style will change. I still don't understand why.

The first volume, because after all, it started from the childhood of the sword god, grew up little by little, from the age of six to the beginning of knowing Ye Gucheng, and then learning the sword... By the way, Ximen Chuuxue did not learn swords for the sake of the city lord, both of them are I chose the sword, and walked alone for many years, life and death did not change, they must be together because of the way of the sword, there is no reason or reason, only because of the sword.

After finishing the first volume, I really have the feeling that my family has a child who has just grown up and was raised in a boudoir... A dead house like the Sword God is probably a boudoir 2333333

The mayor was really moved.

But um, it's very strange, I think people like Ye Gucheng, even if they like you in their hearts, you won't be able to tell if he doesn't tell you, let alone someone like Ximen Chuuxue, if they don't just hit him up Confession, I guess he doesn't know anything.

The Sword God is my destiny, the only one, but Ye Gucheng... how should I put it, he is the chief culprit of wasting my brain cells.

I don't like people with complicated thoughts, but Ye Gucheng is so weird that he is a male god in my mind, as if to save my IQ [What the hell] I don't dare to write about his psychology because it is very difficult to understand. According to me, Ye Gucheng A loyal fan of Gucheng said that Lord Ye is a snake-spirited person.

I'm black for two days, that's right.

I am a die-hard fan of the original book, so according to the original book, the city lord is just bored to rebel, um, this logic...it is indeed a snake spirit disease, let's just say it vaguely for my brain cells.

The second volume will be very interesting, well, I wish myself an early finish.