[Xiye] Sword Bearer

The moonlight is like bright silver, spreading on the brick floor of the Forbidden City, coating the rough bricks with a white film.The cold air was stagnant, not even a breath of wind.

Suddenly, a wind blew across Ximen Chuuxue's face.No one knows why the wind is blowing at this moment.

Ximen Chuuxue, who was holding his sword and closed his eyes like a clay sculpture, suddenly opened his eyes. His dark pupils shone faintly in the moonlit night, and the sharp sword energy surged instantly.

A white figure flew towards the city gate like a flying white bird, light and agile, almost melting in the same pale moonlight.

Ximen Chuuxue hadn't seen the person's face clearly before, but he had already noticed the tense guard all over his body.

The man's galloping footsteps stopped abruptly in an instant.The two streams of sword energy were like surging waves crashing into the immobile reef and then separated abruptly. The scattered sword energy turned into scattered water mist and sand and gravel dust, covering the whole field.

Their gazes staggered past each other, like a sharp sword hitting each other.

A yellow leaf floated between them, and it immediately fell to the ground like a piece of gold.

The moving one is like the sea, and the quiet one is like a mountain. When a leaf falls, you know that the end of the year is coming.

There is no one else with such sword energy.If they were identified by swords, they were the only ones of the same kind among the vast crowd, and no matter what the occasion, they would never admit a mistake.

Tens of thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow, indistinct and long, will meet in the end.

The cold air became stagnant again, even heavier and colder.

Ye Gucheng recognized Ximen Chuuxue, and also felt the opponent's sword energy, but his heart has not been withdrawn.

Although it couldn't be seen from the outside, he was really in a panic.

Although his person has already escaped, his thoughts are still in the confrontation in the South Study Room.

If he had chosen to make a real appointment and fight, then regardless of life or death, his glory as a swordsman would not be stained.

But he still chose to use this opportunity to fight for the southeast land.

If he killed the emperor as soon as he saw him, even if the emperor had some kung fu, he would never be able to survive his sword.The prince of the South also promised that if he succeeds in seizing the throne, he will treat the southeast land favorably.He didn't care about his own life or death. As for killing the king, if the emperor's life could be exchanged for thousands of lives in Min and Guangdong, he didn't care about the crime.

But he is still willing to listen to the emperor's words, and wants to know whether the young emperor who has just ascended the throne is a remonstrable king, and whether he can bear the future of the empire.

So his sword couldn't penetrate after all.

As a last resort, he could still hit the acupuncture points to control the emperor before making further plans, but Lu Xiaofeng appeared too soon.

With a single thought, nothing can be accomplished, he deceived Ximen Chuuxue, Lu Xiaofeng, the whole Wulin, and even his hometown for nothing.But he had promised Mingyuegang, but he couldn't tell anyone about that matter.

Nan Wang's son said that his wife's benevolence, now it seems to be true.

Painful and solitary, for the sake of the mountain, all achievements fall short.

In terms of swordsmanship, he has claimed to be invincible for several years; he also thinks that there is nothing difficult to do when traveling by land and sea.He failed tonight, and the severe psychological setback he suffered was almost extinct, worse than death.If it was someone else, probably all hope would be lost.

Even so, in desperation, he still confused Lu Xiaofeng and gave himself a chance to escape.Until now, Wei Ziyun and the group of inner guards have not followed, he could have escaped from the imperial city.

But here and now, Ximen Chuuxue is standing.

He laughed at himself.

Time, luck, and fate.

Ximen Chuixue's sharp gaze instantly saw through the confusion in his heart.With such a unique opponent, it was not in his mind to make an appointment with him.But he shouldn't be such a person, it's a pity that the bright pearl casts a dark shadow.

Ximen Chuixue said: "You learn sword?"

Ye Gucheng glanced at him, this question was simply nonsensical.

Ximen Chuuxue said again: "Do you know the essence of the sword?"

Ximen Chuuxue's aggressive tone seemed a bit angry.Ye Gucheng looked at him, and couldn't help but think of that stubborn boy back then. Although he can rival him now, he always feels that he is still a child.

Ye Gucheng softened his expression: "You say."

Ximen Chuixue said, "It's sincerity."

Ximen Chuuxue rushed to catch up: "Only with sincerity and righteousness can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Those who are dishonest are not good enough for swordsmanship."

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him closely, and hurriedly said again: "You are dishonest."

Every sentence had something to say, Ye Gucheng finally knew why he was angry.

He really took advantage of and deceived Ximen Chuuxue, even if Ximen Chuuxue regarded it as an insult, there was nothing wrong with it.

He was silent for a long time, he didn't want to break Ximen Chuuxue's young and sincere heart, but he finally asked: "Do you learn sword?"

Ximen Chuuxue said seriously: "Learning is endless, and swords are even more endless."

This is a word full of the spirit of learning. Ten years ago, or a few years ago, Ye Gucheng also had such a heart that had nothing outside his heart and pursued the ultimate swordsmanship that could never be reached. of the Central Plains.But since when, even the isolated island can't escape the troubles of the world.

No matter whether the sword has an end or not, he has come to the end now, his own end.

But he still said to Ximen Chuuxue: "Since you have learned swordsmanship, you should know that those who learn swordsmanship only need to be sincere to the sword, not to others."

This is not his perfunctory, it is really a heart-wrenching experience, but it is a pity that Ximen Chuuxue does not understand.

The imperial guards of the Forbidden City finally arrived, and swords and swords surrounded him layer upon layer from behind.

Wei Ziyun asked him: "The city lord is outside the sky, his sword is like a flying fairy, and people are like a flying fairy. Why bother to demote yourself to the world of mortals and do such an unwise thing?"

Ye Gucheng shook his head: "You don't understand."

He knew that Wei Ziyun didn't understand, and those who defended the imperial city didn't understand, how could there be a pure place in this world, how could a person be afraid of the world of mortals if he had stepped into hell.

They don't understand, but they can take people immediately.

So the first person who clashed with the three thousand imperial guards was not Ye Gucheng, but Ximen Chuuxue, almost to the point of arrogance.

Ximen Chuuxue knew what would happen to the crime of treason, so he was lucky to kill him on the spot. Of course, the court was more inclined to arrest and interrogate him.The imperial prison and torture in this dynasty are so vicious and unspeakably cruel that they are like hell on earth.He knew from the moment he stood in front of the city gate that tonight's battle would probably be the last time the two of them saw each other.

The sword practitioners in the world just use the sword as a tool to kill the enemy, but it is his love, his dream, his belief, even himself, and he is willing to become one with the sword.He once thought that he could only walk alone on this road in his life. No matter whether he was walking in a deep well or on a mountainside, no one could tell his emotions. Just like being blind and unable to see the light of the sky, he has no regrets.But when he saw Ye Gucheng for the first time, he knew that the heavens did not treat him lightly after all. It turned out that there was already such a person who was half a step ahead of him, walking the same path as himself, cutting through the thorns first, Find the wrong way first.

Once lost, cannot be regained.

In the end, Wei Ziyun, who had the calmest personality among the four masters present, smoothed things over.

Wei Ziyun said: "You have to know that he committed the serious crime of treason. If you join hands with him, you will be guilty of the same crime. Not only will your life be lost, but your relatives will also be implicated. No matter how big this battle is, it will not be as big as the king's crime." Let’s go, you are an innocent person, and you are a famous martial arts master who became famous at a young age, why are you so obsessed with it.”

The moon began to set in the west, getting closer to people, and the blue light shone on Ximen Chuuxue's pale and stern face.Ximen Chuixue's face was frosty, and he said coldly, "I'll say it again, I just want a fight."

On this late autumn cold night, Wei Ziyun couldn't help sweating on the tip of his nose, and then sighed: "This is a capital crime! And implicating—"

Ximen Chuuxue replied very quickly: "I don't care about life, death, honor or disgrace."

The whole world destroys it without being discouraged, and the world praises it without persuasion. For this matter alone, Ximen Chuuxue is almost aloof.

Tu Fang was about to stamp his feet: "He's just a human being, so he's not worth it!"

Is it worth it?

Ximen Chuuxue looked at Ye Gucheng, who turned his face slightly.