[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Quiet night, sea, no wind.

The sword light suddenly rose from the void, and the stars seemed to be unable to match its sharpness and retreated, leaving only a waning moon shining in the sky alone.

Ye Gucheng had already pulled out his sword, the light was cold and the blade was bright.

"Please."

Ximen Chuixue held his sword in front of him, his pupils as dark as ink were staring at his opponent without blinking, and the next moment, the sword suddenly rose.

Extremely fast, extremely radiant, prosperous and dazzling, illuminating the silent night.

The wind started to blow, blowing Katsuyuki's white clothes, and the sound of metal clashing as the skirts of the clothes fluttered was clearly audible.

The waves are higher than the other, stepping on the snow-white waves, the damp breath has already filled the sleeves, Ye Gucheng suddenly waved his hand to block Ximen Chuuxue's extremely fast and fierce sword, but the ground is not solid under his feet, and he has nowhere to rely on, Can only recklessly wrist.

The two were very close, only the distance between two swords, the wind lifted the broken hair around their ears, and even the color of their lips was faint on their snow-white faces. In just a dozen or so breaths, they had already fought No less than dozens of strokes, such a fast fast sword is naturally extremely exhausting of physical and internal energy, but neither Ye Gucheng nor Ximen Chuuxue has any intention of stopping, maybe only one of them will fall forever, and the other will be will stop.

Ximen Chuuxue's face was as pale as ever, but his eyes were very bright, and Ye Gucheng's eyes had the same light as his.

Apart from the sword in their hearts, there really is nothing else but each other.

Ye Gucheng took a step back, and blocked Ximen Chuixue's black sheath sword. The next moment, the tip of his sword cut through the waves and flew towards him from the wind.

All the sword power and internal force have been condensed on this move.

Ximen Chuuxue's expression was solemn and fanatical, and he went up to him without avoiding or dodging.

How strong the Flying Immortal of Heaven is, people who haven't seen it will never be able to tell, but Ximen Chuuxue thinks this move is very beautiful, just like the string of blood flowers blown from the sword after every time he kills, the instant There is nothing comparable to brilliance and splendor.

Ximen Chuuxue was never afraid of death, and neither was Ye Gucheng, but there was no need to distinguish between life and death in this battle.

Ye Gucheng's sword had already deflected, and Ximen Chuuxue also stopped, with regret in his black eyes.

"pity."

Ye Gucheng put his sword back into its sheath, stared at Ximen Chuixue, and said calmly: "There will be a chance, when you and I are perfect in swordsmanship, then we can fight to decide whether to live or die."

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the calm sea with his hands behind his back, and said, "Okay."

Baiyun City is a very lively city, and the atmosphere and folk customs overseas are quite different from those in the Central Plains. Ximen Chuuxue arrived in Baiyun City three days ago, and has been adjusting his state to prepare for the battle with Ye Gucheng, so He had never paid attention to these prosperous and scenic spots. He originally came to the South China Sea to chase and kill a person. After killing the other person, he suddenly wanted to see Ye Gucheng again, so he went to Feixian Island again.

Now people have met, and swords have been compared.

Ye Gucheng said: "It's rare for you to come to the South China Sea, why not stay for a few more days."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded as he watched.

"Are you hungry?"

"hungry."

"Then I'll take you to dinner?"

"it is good."

Ye Gucheng simply walked back with Ximen Chuuxue. The people in Baiyun City naturally knew their own city lord, but the other man who was also dressed in white and had a cold and stern manner didn't know. Go up an iceberg to strike up a conversation.

Ye Gucheng glanced around, and his eyes stopped at a restaurant not far away.

Ximen Chuuxue also noticed his gaze, the two exchanged a glance, and entered the restaurant together.

Immediately, Xiao Er stepped forward and sent the two of them to the private room on the second floor.

The white jade porcelain cup was slowly filled with mellow and transparent liquor.

The two drank.

Ye Gucheng looked at Ximen Chuuxue, from the crow's scabbard sword tightly held in his hand to his eyes as dark as night, he couldn't say what he originally wanted to say, because this person was Ximen Chuuxue, an extremely sharp sword. How can those courtesies talk to a sword?

Ximen Chuuxue noticed that he was hesitating to speak, but he didn't say anything, his eyes that were as cold as frost were extremely clear, reflecting Ye Gucheng's figure clearly.

Ye Gucheng liked the feeling of getting along with Ximen Chuuxue more and more. He didn't need to think too much, didn't need any suspicion, and didn't need to worry about whether the other party had any plans.

"how?"

"It's very lively. The richness and prosperity of Baiyun City is no less than that of any place in the Central Plains."

Ye Gucheng raised his wine glass, didn't drink, and rubbed his fingers along the fine lines of the white porcelain.

His ancestors have been running Baiyun City for generations. He grew up here, and this city has become an inseparable part of him.

So he has heard this kind of words a lot, but most of the words others say are mixed with flattery and flattery, with too many utilitarian purposes, but Ximen Chuuxue's words don't have the slightest meaning, as if explaining A fact that cannot be overemphasized.

"It's changed a lot from when I came here many years ago."

Ye Gucheng was silent by default.

Ximen Chuixue said, "Your way and mine are different."

"Why hold the sword?"

"For the sword, with sincerity and sincerity, the road can be expected."

"You have fallen in love with the sword."

"Yes, City Lord Ye is not the same."

"The sword is my life. When my life bears a city on my back, the sword must be invincible."

Ye Gucheng looked calm, but his tone was beyond doubt.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly understood that Baiyun City might be Ye Gucheng's concern, but it was definitely not his burden.

"Flying Immortal from Heaven, very good."

"Your sword is also very fast."

Ye Gucheng was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly smiled. He doesn't smile often, and people who don't laugh often always look good when they smile.

His eyebrows are exquisite and picturesque, and his appearance is upright and beautiful. At this moment, the corners of his lips are bent, softening the corners, which is an unworldly demeanor that is enough to make any woman in the world fall in love.

Ximen Chuuxue clenched the sword in his hand silently, and then drank the remaining wine in the cup in one gulp.

The two drank again, but stopped talking.

The moon is on the tip of the willow, and the floating shadow is dim.

Ye Gucheng got up and said to the man standing by the window with his hands behind his back: "It's getting late."

Ximen Chuuxue looked at Ye Gucheng and nodded slightly.

The Baiyun City at night is also very lively, with constant laughter and laughter among the bright lights.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly remembered the lanterns when he was a child. In the dimly lit place, he met a person who surprised even the time.

But it took him many years to realize it.

After returning to the mansion, they were about to go back to their rooms when they heard footsteps.

"City Lord." The maid took a few steps forward and respectfully presented a letter.

"There is a letter from the Central Plains, addressed to the owner of Ximen."

Ximen Chuuxue took the unfolding, it was not Wanmei Villa, but Lu Xiaofeng, his eyebrows suddenly raised lightly.

Ye Gucheng asked, "What?"

"Someone threatened to burn down my Wanmei Villa."

Ye Gucheng frowned, but Ximen Chuuxue was not angry.

"Leave tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"How about together?"

"kindness."

Ximen Chuuxue actually didn't care much about Lu Xiaofeng burning down his house, but he was curious about the troubles that could force Lu Xiaofeng to dare to threaten him.

But in fact this matter is not very interesting, especially for Lu Xiaofeng, the cause is a woman, a very beautiful woman, plus a pile of dazzling gold and silver jewels.

The beauty of money is the biggest trouble in the first place.

When the beautiful and charming Princess Danfeng approached him, Lu Xiaofeng was obviously a little shocked, but he still reacted quickly and avoided the other party's kneeling.

"Fortunately, I'm smart."

Not long after he finished speaking, he learned that Hua Manlou was invited by the other party to sit down, and now, he had to go if he didn't.

He has many friends, but Huamanlou is one of his best friends.

Going around and met many people again, Lu Xiaofeng knew that he was entangled in trouble again this time, and it was really not a small trouble, it involved a secret matter 50 years ago, the Jinpeng Dynasty that had long since collapsed.

Lu Xiaofeng finally agreed, and he and Hua Manlou went to find Dazhi Datong together.

One ingot of 50 taels of silver had to be thrown in. Lu Xiaofeng asked the last question: "If there is an extremely difficult matter and you must ask Ximen Chuuxue to do it, what method should you use to impress him?"

"There is no way."

When Ximen Chuixue came to Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion, Yan Tieshan was already dead, but Dugu Yihe also came.

When Lu Xiaofeng saw him, the original frown disappeared instantly.

"Ximen Chuuxue, you are finally here."

The swordsman with black hair and white clothes looked at him expressionlessly, "I didn't mean to agree to help."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Come and see a man who tried to burn down my house."

Lu Xiaofeng said with a bitter face, "Are we considered friends?"

"Calculate."

"My friend is in trouble, can you help?"

"No help."

He said these two words very decisively, Lu Xiaofeng fell silent for a while, and then said: "No wonder you don't have many friends."

There are not many people who can tolerate Ximen Chuuxue's arrogance, and even fewer people can tolerate his ruthless indifference.

"This is the trouble you caused yourself, and I don't particularly need friends."

Hua Manlou, who was sitting silently at the side, suddenly spoke.

"The owner really has no desires or desires in his heart?"

Ximen Chuuxue looked at this elegant and handsome man and his calm but empty eyes.

"No."

Ximen Chuuxue's life was as pale as his own, and he couldn't see anything except the sword.

Hua Manlou didn't say anything more, he was a person who didn't like to push.

But Ximen Chuuxue looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Actually, if you want to impress me, it's very easy."

"What?" Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up when he heard that things had turned around.

"Shave off your beard, and I promise you.

An hour later.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his bare chin, and felt even more depressed when he saw Hua Manlou smiling.

"It was a great pity that I felt blind for the first time."

The author has something to say: I remember that I wrote a long novel a long time ago, called Fengjian Zhengzhong, I liked it very much at the beginning, but I fell into trouble later, and now the two are put together, which is very good, and I can finish two novels at once.

Thanks Hyun Soo for mine