Jianling

Xiao Shuhua always kept his word, so when Meng Wubei took over the five-year-old Meng Xing from Emperor Chongde, he had no choice but to keep silent to hide the terrible palpitations.

It's ironic to say that he never thought of inheriting his poor mantle, and his eyes have only been on the thirteen states in the world, and personal death, life, sorrow and joy are not within the scope of his concern.But he had to bear this guilt for Xiao Shuhua, and he couldn't help cut off this guilt for the world.

It's a pity that he is trapped in a dream in the world of mortals for the rest of his life, and he can only entrust this wish to wake up from an epiphany.

Meng Wubei's invitation to fight was issued not too early or too late. At this time, Xiao Shuhua had already challenged the thirteen prefectures with swords, and bloodbathed the four gates.

The glamor and publicity of his life has reached its peak.

Please send the letter of war to the world, everyone in the world knows that Baopuzi finally invited Xiao Shuhua to fight, and whether he fights or not, he will wait for seven days in Dubu Mountain.

And when everyone thought that this letter of invitation would end without a problem, Meng Wubei climbed the mountain with his sword in his hand, sitting like an old rock, and began his seven-day invitation.

Wen Mei, one of the four main gates, led a few disciples of the Huanxi Sect to go after hearing the news, Song Mingting also brushed his clothes to go, and the new head of the Feng family, Feng Wuhui, also brought his confidants and came all the way across the states.

Even Bichenmen, which has always been quiet, was moved, and Taoist Qingzheng decided to go to wait and see.

So beyond the new wind, the sound of horses' hoofs was rushing, and thousands of people from the rivers and lakes worked tirelessly, fearing the cold, either in groups or alone, in short, until the third day, the inns at the foot of the mountain were all full and overcrowded. Some people have even set up small sheds in the mountains, just waiting for the end of the seven days.

After all, if they can really see Baopuzi draw his sword, or even see the peak duel of the leaders of the world, it will be of great benefit to their martial arts advancement.

Although no one thought Xiao Shuhua would come.

——But brothers fight against each other, and confidantes turn against each other, it seems that it has always been one of the most curious dramas in the world.

On the fourth day, there was no one.

On the fifth day, there was no one.

On the sixth day, there was no one.

On the night of the seventh day, the peak of Dubu Mountain was already covered with snow, and the wind was majestic. There was a lone white shadow sitting under the lonely old pine. If his eyes were not still soft and gazing at the bright moon in the sky, everyone would have thought that a generation of famous heroes embraced him. Pu Zi will be frozen to death.

There were vague sounds of leaking from the foot of the mountain, one after another, like the falling of invisible stars one after another, or like a dying ronin coughing in struggle.

Meng Wubei finally stood up and brushed off layers of thick snow on his shoulders, but his black hair was already covered in snow, and even his eyelashes were covered in snow dust.

The people waiting nearby sighed and began to move the seats and even the beds that they brought up the mountain in disappointment, but Meng Wubei still held his sword. Seeing his back almost embedded in the moonlight, everyone called out: "Baopuzi, It's cold at night, let's go down the mountain."

Meng Wuhuan didn't respond.

People sighed and turned around, couldn't help laughing at his stubbornness, and couldn't help but regret wasting a few days.

Among them, Wen Meixun was the first to stop. She turned around suddenly, pressed the hand of the disciple beside her, and said in a low voice, "Here we are."

Before the words were finished, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing up from the ground, and the piercing chill was even worse than the trembling snowstorm of the past few days.Everyone curled up unconsciously, scrambling to hide behind the rock mass, but found that the wind came strangely, and there was no trace to be found, and they didn't know which side was facing the wind and which was leeward.

Meng Wubei was still standing under the old pine tree, but Pingtian's eyes suddenly showed a little sadness.

Since he was sensible, he has walked in the world as "no sorrow".

When he was scolded by his master, he didn't feel sad and angry, because he knew that the master knew clearly, and he would always get his grievance clear; He has countless patience to wait for the day when the way of the sword is perfect; when he leaves the division, he does not feel sad, because he knows that he made a mistake first, and he is doomed to be in debt with the Pichenmen in this life; He didn't feel sad when Daojun became immortal. He knew that Qingru had been waiting for this day for a long time.

But at this moment, he felt painful, oppressed, and struggling to let out a moan in his dull chest.

This trace of mourning was cut off by the unexpected gust of wind.

Xiao Shuhua stepped on the heavy snow, dressed in strong black, and the Gui Dianqiu in his hand was as shiny as new.

The moonlight cast on his face, it was pale, only a pair of blood red lips could be seen.

Meng Wubei thought inappropriately, the source of all these pains was that he kissed those lips ignorantly.

That kiss will never come back in this lifetime.

"My seat is here." Xiao Shuhua said, "Is there any wine?"

The dense crowd huddled behind the rock mass, staring at the two of them eagerly. Wen Meixun tried to draw his sword several times, but was held back by his disciples desperately——Wen Zhumi had told him thousands of times that he would definitely They could only watch from the sidelines, even if Xiao Shuhua had only one breath left, they couldn't go up and make up for the last blow.

The Feng family and the Song family also waited with bated breath, they didn't have close contacts with these two, especially Feng Wuhui, he had just taken over the Feng family from his father, but in fact he had never been with Xiao Shuhua who came and went without a trace Officially met.

However, only Daoist Qingzheng came to the Pichenmen, and she chose to stay at the foot of the mountain. According to the time at this time, she may have already fallen asleep.

Meng Wubei looked at him for a while, and found that he was still as gorgeous as yesterday, even though he had just experienced a fierce battle with Qingru Daojun not long ago, and almost slaughtered the entire family of Prince Gong's mansion, he did not show signs of fatigue at this moment.

Meng Wubei sighed softly and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Forgot." Xiao Shuhua tilted his head, his eyes were full of innocence.

"Do you remember Princess Gong?" Meng Wubei asked again, "I don't understand, what's wrong with her?"

Xiao Shuhua had a hard time recalling it for a moment, and answered him sternly: "She seduced you."

Meng Wubei couldn't help sighing again, feeling that he had nothing to say.

Xiao Shuhua looked at him intently, and the two of them stood silently for a long time, until Xiao Shuhua's eyes suddenly reflected the light of a sword, under the miserable cold wind, he blinked in a daze, and asked: "Why did you draw the sword? "

Meng Wubei said nothing, Yulouchun completely unsheathed, the cold light of the sword shone on the icy moonlight, melting into the chilling wind and snow just like him.

Xiao Shuhua still looked at him: "What are you doing with your sword?"

Meng Wubei took three steps forward, saluted him from afar, followed by the Pichen sword that he was so familiar with that was engraved in his bones - he hadn't used this sword for several years, but it was still handy when he used it now, but usually Handing it out brings thousands of howling winds and frosts.

Xiao Shuhua didn't dodge or dodge, only when the sword brushed against his face and hit his ear, he stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed Meng Wubei's lapel, his eyes no longer saw the light play in the past, only Concentrated doubts remained, and he finally asked, "What are you doing with your sword?"

——The mood is like an idiot.

Meng Wubei was in a hurry to draw the sword, and was also in a hurry to withdraw the sword. In a short time, he turned around and retracted the sword, turned around and attacked again.But this time Xiao Shuhua no longer stood in place, but took a step forward, and with a hook of his fingertips, Gui Dianqiu rushed into his hand like a nimble little snake, and the cold sword light finally pointed directly at Meng Wubei. faded afterimages.

Meng Wubei's mind was concentrated, and the sword he stabbed was also more mysterious than a sword, and it was all going straight to the gate of life, but Xiao Shuhua had already used the Xiaohe sword formula, the Xiaohe sword formula is the most light and changeable, Known for being unpredictable, although Meng Wubei and him have fought each other for many years, they have never seriously used life and death as a bargaining chip.

As soon as he turned his sword, the shape of his lips changed: "Jian Ling."

Sure enough, Xiao Shuhua was forced to retreat by his change of move, and his moves became more and more fierce.

——The wind and snow will intensify, and the world will fall.

The people watching couldn't help but gasped. They were hiding not too far or too close. They thought they wouldn't be accidentally injured and could barely see the movement. However, they couldn't see anything at this moment, they could only hear the continuous clanging Xiao Shuhua never took another half step, and his movements were so fast that it was almost indistinct. No one knew when and where he blocked Meng Wubei's sword, just as no one could see how he melted into the snow. Where is Meng Wubei hiding in the snowflake?

Everyone always thought that Meng Wubei was dignified and dignified. During the sword test meeting, he always used defense instead of attack, and used softness to overcome strength. He had never seen such a fierce and frequent move. Sadness must have learned the essence of it, and even such a quick movement can't hurt Xiao Shuhua an inch-if it were any of them, they would definitely not be able to block any of these swords.

The Feng family and the Song family looked at each other and decided to leave.Most people can't bear the wind and snow on the mountain, and those who are still on the mountain at this time are all people with profound internal skills.

The disciples of Huanxizong pulled La Wenmei Xun's sleeves, their lips were already blue from the cold, and Xiao Shuhua's sword was still airtight, they couldn't help but suspect that Meng Wubei was deliberately letting go.

Wen Mei stared at the two of them who were locked in a stalemate on the snow ground. Her martial arts were already considered exquisite compared to the others. At this moment, she could barely see the slight swelling of Xiao Shuhua's masseter muscles, and the slightly invisible hot sweat oozing from his forehead.

Wen Zhumi was afraid that she would intervene in the battle, but from what she saw now, it was beyond her ability to intervene.

And Xiao Shuhua's killing intent had become more and more intense, even his eyes were several times sharper than when he first arrived, only then did he finally step back a few steps, his sleeves trembled, and several hidden weapons were shot out suddenly.

Wen Meixun's pupils shrank in shock, and one of the hidden weapons pierced the rock an inch away from her.

"Guardian right!" The disciple was already anxious, seeing that the posture of the two ancestors was about to turn upside down, Wen Meixun finally looked away bitterly, and whispered: "Withdraw!"

The dark crowd receded completely, but the two in the wind and snow didn't realize it.

After all, Xiao Shuhua killed hundreds of thousands of people, and his skills are superior. Compared with Meng Wubei's well-regulated sword moves, his sword is specially designed for killing people, and it can always stab at the gate of life impartially. , the eyes that were originally as clear as the moon suddenly turned cold, and all the ignorance and bewilderment in them disappeared. Meng Wubei caught a glimpse in the shadow of the sword, and suddenly knew that he was not good, but he took a deep breath, and his figure suddenly slowed down a bit. He flew straight to meet Xiao Shuhua's sword edge.

He bet that his life and death depended on this sword, if he could not pacify the world, he would kill himself in the eyes of everyone and fulfill Xiao Shuhua's even more shunning prestige.

"Xiao Qing—!"

An exclamation suddenly came through the clouds and through the moon, and everyone was startled by the almost hoarse cry.

I saw a white shadow stepping on the snow, stumbling out from behind the rock body, his whole body was covered with thick snow, the roar made him hoarse, his heart and lungs were torn apart, at this moment he was left with a sudden pounce, fell to the ground Impossible to move in the snow for a while.

Xiao Shuhua's sword-holding hand trembled for some reason, missed Meng Wubei's heart, and pierced straight into his shoulder blade. Before Meng Wubei could stabilize his figure, he suddenly turned around with his sword drawn, and ran towards the white shadow .

His speed was much faster than that man's, and he was not as fast as Meng Lang turned over the white snow. He had already run to his side, and his eyes were filled with the large white that dazzled him.

Meng Wubei knelt on one knee in the snow, holding down the penetrating sword wound with one hand, Xiao Shuhua's sword came and went quickly, and now the sharp pain appeared in the original biting cold.

Meng Wubei suddenly felt a little ashamed, he seldom wielded a sword, and Xiao Shuhua was often the one who stepped forward when encountering troubles, so he always talked about the sword well, but when holding the sword, he was far less majestic than Xiao Shuhua.

He still didn't understand why the person who ran out would call Xiao Shuhua, "Xiao Qing", which was clearly the address he would use—and that person's facial features were no strangers, Meng Wupei took a steady look, yes rash.

He watched Xiao Shuhua dig Meng Lang out of the snow with his own eyes, hugged him desperately, and muttered endlessly.

Meng Lang hugged him back and whispered comfortingly in his ear.

Meng Wubei stabilized the sword in his hand, but felt something was wrong in his heart.

Two years ago, Xiao Shuhua decided not to get close to Meng Lang like this.At that time, he even thought that with Meng Lang's character, it might be difficult to please Xiao Shuhua in his whole life - after all, Xiao Shuhua hated submissive people the most in his life.

Then a piece of snow fell slowly, and Meng Wubei suddenly heard Xiao Shuhua say: "Meng Lang, are you going to kill me?"

Meng Wubei was startled, and subconsciously responded.

Then he saw Meng Lang who was hugged by Xiao Shuhua, facing him, patting Xiao Shuhua's back with both hands, only a soft light that was almost rotten in his eyes.

Meng Lang smiled at him, but Meng Wubei couldn't react for a while, but saw that Meng Lang's hands were already trembling as he touched Gui Dianqiu who was lying on the snow.

His movements were very slow, and his whole body trembled as if he had been invaded by the awe-inspiring wind and snow.

Meng Lang spoke, his voice was low but soft, and he said, "I won't kill you."

Gui Dianqiu was raised high, Meng Wubei felt a burst of inexplicable heart palpitations.

He rushed forward, but Gui Dianqiu had already stabbed fiercely from behind Xiao Shuhua. Meng Wubei's heart was shocked, but he saw Xiao Shuhua suddenly hold the sword edge with his backhand, and his palm instantly cut a deep and bone-deep sword wound Before Meng Wubei could react, Xiao Shuhua's other hand had already pinched Meng Lang's neck, and his originally beautiful and bright appearance suddenly became ferocious. He threw Gui Dianqiu away fiercely, grabbed Meng Lang's neck with both hands The blood gushing out of his body unbridledly penetrated into Meng Lang's white shirt, fainting a coquettish color in the snow.

Meng Wubei felt as if he was suffocating his breath.

Xiao Shuhua picked up the sword, and pierced fiercely through the heart of Meng Lang who was restrained by him in the snow. The crisp sound of flesh breaking reached the ears of the three of them. Meng Wubei was stunned when he heard Meng Lang coughing and laughing.

Blood was overflowing from his mouth, gushing out, and it was the first time that his light-colored lips looked so gorgeous.

Meng Lang stretched out his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to shake Xiao Shuhua's hand, but in the end he grabbed the corner of his clothes in the end. His voice was as vague as a child babbling, but Meng Wubei could still hear it clearly.

"Don't hate me." He frowned, laughing twitchingly, "Poverty is dead."