[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Chapter 40 Forbidden City

Hefangzhai is a very old pastry shop in Beijing.

Behind the quartoed facade is a very fine garden and courtyard.

There are two people in this courtyard at the moment, standing and sitting one by one, one is pouring wine and holding a glass, the other is looking at the sky with his hands behind his back.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Ximen Chuuxue."

Ximen Chuixue said, "En."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Is this battle really imperative?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "En."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Have to fight?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Yes!"

"why?"

"No reason?" He said again: "If you were me, you would agree to the letter of challenge from City Lord Baiyun."

The smile on the corners of Lu Xiaofeng's lips gradually became helpless. Every true swordsman would not refuse to be able to fight a sword master like Baiyun City Lord, the world's best swordsman, especially Ximen Chuuxue.

"I came to you because I need you to do something for me."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "No matter what you want me to do, just say, I owe you."

"I want you to accompany me to the Forbidden City tomorrow." Ximen Chuuxue clenched his hands, "If I fail unfortunately, I want you to stop someone."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled forcedly, and said: "Even if you lose, you don't necessarily have to die."

Ximen Chuixue said: "If you lose the battle, you can only die!" The expression on his face became cold and proud again.

He can accept death, but he cannot accept failure!

"Who do you want me to stop?"

"If I die." Ximen Chuixue said, "City Lord Ye will take care of my funeral. If anyone stops, it will be an offense to me."

Lu Xiaofeng was silent.

Ximen Chuixue said: "I don't have many friends, are you going to reject me?"

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated, he didn't want to tell Ye Gucheng's secret in front of Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng was also his friend, but even if he didn't tell, this fact would not change, Ximen Chuuxue would know sooner or later.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and nodded: "I have seen Ye Gucheng."

"Oh?"

"He was injured." Lu Xiaofeng said slowly, "Tang Sect's poison."

Ximen Chuuxue said with a moved face: "I just heard that he seriously injured Tang Tianrong in Chunhualou yesterday."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "Tang Tianrong is not Ximen Chuuxue."

Ximen Chuixue said, "Is it true that he was injured?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

Ximen Chuuxue's expression changed. Hearing that his only opponent had been seriously injured, if it were someone else, he would feel very lucky and would be very happy, but Ximen Chuuxue is not someone else!

Not only did his face change, but he also became miserable: "If it wasn't for me, we would have fought each other on August [-]th, and I might have died by his sword, but now..."

"And now he must die?"

Ximen Chuuxue remained silent, because he had to be sincere in his own way of swordsmanship, so it was meaningless whether he showed mercy or gave up.

"You may not understand people like us. We can die, but we can't be defeated!"

Lu Xiaofeng finally couldn't help sighing, it's not that he didn't understand them, he already knew that they were the same kind of people.

A kind of person that you may not like, but you can't help but admire!

A person who is close to "God".

Whether it's swordsmanship, chess or other arts, it must be people like them who can really reach the pinnacle.

Because art is something that requires a person to dedicate his entire life.

"I thought you had changed?"

"Oh?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "When I saw you coming, the murderous aura on your body has faded a lot."

Ximen Chuixue said, "Really?"

Anyone who has been entangled for more than a month by a person who can't be beaten, scolded and scolded, who is extremely tough and annoying, will probably have more patience.

Even Ximen Chuuxue has to admit that Yu Luocha is indeed an extremely wise elder, or a guide.

He has feelings in his heart, and has always had them, but in the past, this emotion was poured into the sword, and could not be divided into other things. Now, even he himself can't stop this battle.

The source of his feelings for Ye Gucheng is still because of the sword. In this case, this battle, no matter whether it wins or loses, can be regarded as a complete success.

"Where is he?"

"You want to find him?"

Ximen Fuxue: "Yes."

He said again: "You think I can only kill people?"

But when the two arrived at the ruined temple, they found that Ye Gucheng was not there.

Inside was just a strangled body.

Ye Gucheng dipped his hands into a clean basin of water. He washed them twice before drying them with a pure white cloth towel. He wiped them carefully and carefully, as if treating his sword.

A swordsman's hand is as important as a sword.

The joints are distinct, the nails are neatly trimmed, and the skin color is like jade, but not only the color, but also the texture seems to be carved from jade. The calluses on the palms of the fingers are obvious, but this does not hinder the beauty of these hands .

There is no doubt that all swordsmen in the world wish they could have such hands.

But when he just killed someone, he didn't use a sword, Ye Gucheng thought coldly, this is actually not important.

It was his own choice to accept this matter, and it had nothing to do with Baiyun City or anyone else.

Ye Gucheng discovered very early on that after he used the Flying Immortal from Heaven four years ago, his realm had completely stagnated.

But he happened to understand the sword technique of Flying Immortal Flying Beyond Heaven, which exhausted the world's sword moves to the extreme, so if he wanted to go further, he had to defeat Flying Flying Beyond Heaven in reverse.

However, unexpectedly, this style is different from any other self-made tricks in the past. Ye Gucheng spent not a short time, but found that even he could not crack such a trick.

It is like a flawless birth born of countless accidents, without any opportunities or flaws.

This seems to be a fallacy, how could there be an unbreakable trick in the world.

Ye Gucheng also felt strange at first, he found a few people, all of them were masters who were as famous as him in the Jianghu, such as Wudang Mu Taoist, but they also thought that this was unparalleled in the world, and it was also the most difficult trick to crack.

This is a bit subtle.

He subconsciously thought of Ximen Chuuxue, who was also a swordsman with a slanted sword, but he was by no means as extreme as him. Ximen Chuuxue's path was clear from the beginning, Yicheng asked.

This is the most direct but also the most rare way. There are as many people who learn swordsmanship in the world as crucian carp crossing the river. Ye Gucheng has only seen Ximen Chuuxue who has reached this point and carried it through from beginning to end.

Even himself, there is a moment when he draws his sword and doesn't care about his heart.

Even this time, he wrote the gauntlet with his own hands, but the purpose was not just for that decisive battle.

Conspiracy to usurp the throne will not violate his swordsmanship. Ye Gucheng has long thought that if he can't solve the Flying Immortal in Heaven, it will be difficult for him to make progress. For him, this kind of predicament will only be worse than death. Embarrassed.

A swordsman only needs to be honest with the sword. He has seen almost all the swords in the world, and he has also defeated all the swords in the world. Only the sword of the monarch has never been seen, and he has never defeated it.

——This can already be regarded as treason.

Ye Gucheng smiled, a very noble and arrogant smile.

On September [-]th, the moon is full and the sky is full.

Ximen Chuuxue was waiting. In his past 20 years of life, he had been waiting many times, but never once did waiting make him feel so calm.

In every duel in the past, every time a sword was drawn, every time a shot was made, the cold sword energy was wrapped in killing intent, vertically and horizontally, it was extremely sharp and sharp, leaving no retreat, no turning back, life or death.

Now, he didn't bother to think about anything.

After Lu Xiaofeng stepped into the palace, he saw Ximen Chuuxue in the most secret place.

Ximen Chuuxue stood quietly under the small window in white clothes like snow.

No matter when and where, when Lu Xiaofeng saw this man, he would always think of those famous strikers who never came out of the world, the peerless swords.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed faintly.

He originally thought that Ximen Chuuxue could be like a person, with flesh and blood wrapping his soul and filling his body with emotion, but no, what stood in front of him at this moment could be the ice in the extreme north, or the stubborn rock on the cliff.

But only, not very human.

However, none of these appearances could compare to Ximen Chuuxue's words, which made him feel terrified from the bottom of his heart.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "I already know the word love."

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a long time: "...Impossible."

Ximen Chuixue shook his head.

"You do not believe?"

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, then said: "Could it be that you fell in love with Miss Sun of the Emei School?"

In his impression, it seemed that only this girl had barely had contact with Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head without hesitation: "It's not her."

"Who is that?"

Ximen Chuuxue slowly said a name that he probably would never have thought of in his life.

The sword that Ye Gucheng wears on his waist at this moment is still the one he made himself, while the other sword, which is the sword he used to emerge from the Heavenly Flying Immortal in Chunhualou, is in the hands of another person.

Everything has been thoroughly prepared.

The son of the Southern Prince followed him step by step, the excitement and tension on his face were suppressed as much as possible, but they still existed. Ye Gucheng stopped and looked at the lonely moon in the distance.

In fact, this plan is by no means perfect, Ye Gucheng can pick out several flaws at will, but he is still gambling, betting on people's hearts.

In today's world, it can be regarded as peaceful, and today's monarch can also be regarded as Mingjun. The imperial court's surveillance of the vassal king is indeed sufficient. After all, Nan Wang is just a vassal king, and he cannot achieve great things without taking strange risks.

But even so, from Ye Gucheng's point of view, it might be wishful thinking.

In the dark of night, an unremarkable carriage slowly entered the capital.

A pale jade hand lifted the curtain, revealing the woman's cold face.