[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

The New Year's Eve in Nanhai was indeed different from that in Saibei. It was the first time for Ximen Chuuxue to watch the New Year's Eve. When he stayed up until midnight, Yun Shu hugged him to sleep.

When he woke up, the genius was dimly lit, and the official photo session had just ended.

Ximen Chuuxue got up, pushed open the window lattice, and it was rare to be quiet outside. He was about to close the window, but saw Ye Gucheng walking on the snow alone with an ink umbrella. The snow under the attic was originally swept away yesterday, but after Overnight, another layer was laid.

The ink umbrella was closed and placed on the stone table in the yard, while Ye Gucheng touched the sword at his waist.

Before Ximen Chuuxue could see it clearly, the sword had already been pulled out from the black scabbard. The silver-white sword body was three feet four inches long and one and a half inches wide. It is deeply hidden.

Ye Gucheng flicked lightly, and a voiceless sound came from the sword, and the next moment, the shadow of the sword bloomed in the snow.

The momentum of the sword is like a huge wave waterfall, pouring down, affecting a wider range, and the snow all over the sky is caused by it, as if the world was born as pure and flawless.

Ximen Chuuxue was stunned.

It is completely different from the cruelty of blood splattered ten miles that day, Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship at this moment is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is so beautiful that he can't see the color anymore.

Surrounding the tip of the sword, one can only vaguely see the beautiful face of an exiled immortal, waving his bare hand, bringing out a sharp silver light, and there is a clang, the moment the sword returns to its sheath, it is still humming softly.

Ximen Chuuxue thought he saw the wind and snow waves, and the big waves were about to fall.

But the sound of broken snow rinsing and rinsing on the ground shattered his imagination. Ye Gucheng took the umbrella again and went back to the house, as if all the scenes just now were just an illusion.

Ximen Chuuxue covered his forehead, sat on the head of the bed in a daze for a while, and seemed careless until lunch time, Yun Shu felt strange, asked a few questions but did not get any response from the other party, just when he was wondering, sitting in the main room Ye Gucheng, who was in the seat, shook his head, telling her to leave it alone.

Ximen Chuuxue only felt that he had had a dream. Although he couldn't remember the scene in the dream, the bone-piercing coldness was still vivid in his memory. When he was young, he had seen his father draw a sword and dance on the back mountain, with a killing spirit , soaring to the sky for nine days.

But that person was unwilling to teach him such sword skills.

He said that if you practice a lot of sword moves, one day you will become so sophisticated that you can form a reflex, but the best swordsman learns not any sword move, but the Tao. My Tao is only suitable for me. You have to walk your own way. come out.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't understand it then, but he still remembered these words. Now, he seems to understand a little bit.

View all kinds of methods, and know all the swords in the world.

A road that was extremely difficult at first, but at this moment, it is easy.

Unlike his father, Ye Gucheng's sword is the culmination of countless changes in moves, endlessly changing, with the immensity of the sea, incorporating what he has seen and learned in his life, fighting to support fighting, and using moves to defeat moves.

Although it was far from perfect, it was more than enough for the current Ximen Fuxue.

Blink of an eye is the year.

Ye Gucheng called Yun Shu in to prepare some salutes for a long trip. Yun Shu was originally a personal maid arranged by his father, but Ye Gucheng has always been more used to being alone and not being close to anyone.

Yun Shu responded nana: "Why does the city lord suddenly want to travel far away?"

Ye Gucheng folded the letter paper on the table, and said calmly: "It's almost time, and it's time to send him back."

Yun Shu was stunned for a moment before realizing that Ye Gucheng meant Ximen Chuuxue, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

When Ximen Chuuxue heard the news, he was very calm. He checked his belongings, two sets of clothes, and a medical book. He felt that he could take them and leave.

Seeing the little doll's lack of attachment, Yun Shu was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth.

Co-author Bai here is heartbroken and reluctant to part.

"I don't care. Anyway, if I have the opportunity to go to the Central Plains in the future, you can't stop me from the door." Yun Shu threatened with her hands on her hips while helping to pack her things.

To this, Ximen Chuuxue will always respond.

"Oh."

"...Ahhh! I'm so mad."

I don’t want to talk too much about parting, but everything I need is prepared very quickly, very fast and very secretive, even in Baiyun City, few people know about Ye Gucheng’s departure.

A solitary boat with a light oar drifts with the current, and there are only two people in the boat.

Now that autumn has just arrived, Ximen Chuuxue wakes up in the morning and can still feel the obvious chill, especially on the boat. After he is fully dressed, he pushes away the mat on the boat, and sees Ye Gucheng holding a sword and looking into the distance.

The boat was narrow, so Ximen Chuuxue walked aside by himself, lifted up his hair with a wooden comb, and tied it with a hair tie. After a brief grooming, he found a place to sit cross-legged, and followed the mental method he had learned in the past to run Zhou Tian.

After a while, he opened his eyes, only to realize that Ye Gucheng was also looking at him.

The young man's eyes are cold, but his eyebrows are straight, his eyes are long and narrow, and his nose is straight. Even though the edges and corners are slightly sharp, they are still very beautiful.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him and said, "I'm hungry."

Ye Gucheng thanked him, walked into the cabin, and came out after a while. He was holding fish porridge with a few green onions dotted on it, and bread on the other plate.

Ximen Chuuxue took it silently, he ate very quietly, and was not too fast, chewing and swallowing carefully, as for the taste and so on, he couldn't tell a thing or two from his face.

Ye Gucheng waited for him to finish eating.

The way they get along is quite simple, Ximen Chuuxue is very worry-free and doesn't talk too much, this journey is much better than he imagined.

The sea is blue, the sails are raised, and the wind is moving fast.

Ximen Chuuxue brushed his wind-blown hair behind his ears, he looked down at the medical book, and occasionally stopped holding the pages of the book to read carefully.

Ye Gucheng untied the letters from the eagle's feet, and after replying one by one, tied them up again, and let the eagle fly into the sky.

The cabin is only so big, and the two people are not far away, but they have no influence on each other, and they do their own things without disturbing each other.

It was just that when the sky turned dark and the wind gradually tightened, Ye Gucheng lit a candle, and the bright light reflected the eyebrows of the two people, but apart from the occasional flickering of the candle, there was only the occasional sound of Ximen Chuuxue turning the pages, and Ye Gucheng's pen tip. Rubbing sound on paper.

Suddenly, the bowed boy raised his head and looked at the child standing in front of him.

Ximen Chuuxue asked him, "Do you have any extra pens?"

Ye Gucheng took out a new one from the cabinet next to it and handed it to him, Ximen Chuuxue took it, and then said slowly, "I'll grind ink for you."

Ye Gucheng thought that he was probably out of compensation and exchange, so he didn't refuse.

It was the first time for Ximen Chuuxue to do such a thing. He used [-]% of his hand to press the ink ingot.

Ye Gucheng thought about it, and thought that maybe practice makes perfect.

Ximen Chuuxue wrote in Xingkai, the handwriting was correct, but the pen and ink were heavy. He copied some things and took notes at the side, but he was still a little immature, Ye Gucheng thought so, but he also thought that the person in front of him was from the world, It's not as strict as Baiyun City's family education.

Ximen Chuuxue wrote a few pages and stopped writing. He put down his pen and waited for the ink to dry.

Ye Gucheng suddenly remembered something, and said: "I have heard about your father's swordsmanship."

Ximen Chuuxue said expressionlessly: "Well, he is indeed very famous."

It is definitely not respectful to comment on his father in such a tone, but I don’t know why Ye Gucheng thinks it is normal, because Ximen Chuuxue doesn’t look like a normal child, so raising him such a man, Obviously, he doesn't care about etiquette.

"Your uncle sent me a letter."

"Uncle?" Ximen Chuuxue was taken aback.

"You do not know?"

"Not yet."

Ye Gucheng was silent for a while before continuing: "That man is the leader of the Western Demon Cult, and he will take good care of you."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded dispensably, he looked at the sword on Ye Gucheng's waist, and became vaguely interested: "This is your sword."

It seems that it is not the same one that I used in the snow that day.

Ye Gucheng nodded, stroking the hilt of his sword with his fingers.

"The sword blade is made of overseas cold iron, which I forged myself." After thinking for a while, he added: "There is another one, which belongs to the family."

Ye Gucheng didn't say everything, but Ximen Chuuxue already understood.

A swordsman may only need a sword, but Ye Gucheng has never been more than a swordsman.

"Your heart is as sincere as a child's, and your swordsmanship achievements will not be inferior to mine in the future." The boy in white said lightly.

It was the first time for Ximen Chuuxue to hear someone comment on him, and he felt strange inexplicably.

"At that time, I will definitely come to find you again."

The voice is immature, but unexpectedly firm.

Ye Gucheng nodded, equally solemnly: "Okay."

The sound of the wind on the boat fluctuates, the waves beat the white sails, and the lonely moon shines brightly.

"It's getting late, go to bed." Ye Gucheng took off his coat and slept on the outside, Ximen Chuuxue took off his boots and lay on the other side, both breathing shallowly.

Half a month later, when the ship docked, Ye Gucheng rented a carriage and headed west.

Ximen Chuuxue opened the curtains, looking at the bushes and forests outside, a large flock of birds soared into the sky.

Suddenly his shoulders were held down, and when he looked back, Ye Gucheng was beside him.

"Wait for me here."

"……kindness."

The ones who followed for a day were just some ordinary robbers. Seeing that they were young and young, but they were generous, so they lay in ambush all the way, probably planning to go completely into the forest before making a move.

Ye Gucheng came to the Central Plains for the first time, and he was a little helpless when he encountered this incident when he was not familiar with the place. He glanced at the coachman, and it seemed that he didn't know about it.

"What? It's windy outside!" The coachman is very young, tall, with good driving skills and strength. Those older coachmen are not very willing to take such a long business. The back and forth is a mountain road, maybe Just hit something.

This man is willing to come because he sees that Ye Gucheng's price is high enough.

It was also the first time he had seen such a handsome person, and his demeanor was not like that of an ordinary family, so he was careful in his words and did not dare to be troublesome.

Ye Gucheng only said: "I'll leave for a while, the car doesn't need to stop."

Before the coachman responded, he saw that the other party lost his figure suddenly, he was so shocked that the reins fell off, but fortunately the horse was not fast at first, so it was no big deal.

He looked back into the car, and the boy inside was sitting alone, with an extremely calm expression. He felt relieved a little. With a child, it shouldn't be a vicious person.

Ye Gucheng came back soon, and there was no smell of blood on his body. The coachman heaved a sigh of relief and continued to drive on the mountain road. The horse stepped on a slightly sloping hillside, and the body of the car shook slightly.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the long sword on Ye Gucheng's waist, the smell of blood was so faint that he could hardly smell it, but he was very familiar with this smell, so he guessed something immediately, and was not surprised.

Only the coachman was still a little dazed, as if he didn't know what happened.

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