The first floor of Luhua Tianxia

(16)

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The wind died down, and soft flakes of snow slowly fell from the air.

Ximen Chuuxue was still white, while the right envoy was covered in black, Lu Xiaofeng was wearing the white fur with red silk, the snowflakes gradually thickened, falling on the shoulders of the three people, covering all the colors.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at Youshi's smile for a long time.

The master's fight starts the moment they meet, there is no more words, no more steps.With this smile, Ximen Chuuxue understood what kind of opponent he met.

He seems to have never loved anyone in his life, and he has nothing in this world except the sword.Until now, Ximen Chuuxue discovered that there is another person in this world who has the same state of mind as him.

Between two peerless masters, being an enemy is far more capable of writing a thrilling story than being a friend.

The right envoy looked at Ximen Chuuxue's hands hanging on both sides of his body. There was nothing in those hands except Can Xue, and a flash of amazement appeared in his eyes.

"Is this how you killed Dead Bamboo with your bare hands?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't need to answer.

You Shi's eyes cleared up, then turned cold again in an instant, the previous excited smile disappeared, replaced by Lu Xiaofeng's shuddering chill when he saw him for the first time.

The right envoy pressed on the hilt of the sword, Ximen Chuuxue's expression flickered, he was staring at the right envoy's hand, the lines on his face suddenly raised, stern and persistent.

This was not the look he should have, Lu Xiaofeng's heart was shaken.

The snow was no longer snow, it was overturned by the two figures into scattered debris, and dissipated in place in an instant.

White is still white, and this whiteness has not been broken by Jian Guang.

There is no sword in the scabbard of the right envoy.

A name was about to come out in Lu Xiaofeng's mind, and he couldn't help calling it out.

"Painting bridge style!"

It's no wonder that every time he saw the way the right envoy was holding his sword, he always felt something was wrong, the empty scabbard always had a different weight.

Once a question has an answer, the rest of the doubts often come to fruition automatically.Lu Xiaofeng suddenly realized that he was still alive, alive as the right envoy of the Demon Cult, and that the landlord of Yuehua might never have been Mr. Dongfang, but had always been the killer Huaqiaofeng who was also dressed in white and snow-covered.

Even why his moves are called Qiao Shangfeng is clearly revealed at this moment,

A sword has no edge, and the sword can kill people with Qi attached to it.In this vast sky, even the snow attached to the wind can also fly out sword flowers.

Ximen Chuixue no longer uses a sword, and Huaqiaofeng has no sword in his hand either.A swordsman and a killer were obviously competing with swords, but the three of them in the snow did not have a sword.

The snow is still falling slowly.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly thought of Huamanlou, because he discovered that Xueluo really had a voice, and that voice was really white.

At this moment, in all his senses, only white is left, this new snow-white world.Lu Xiaofeng closed his eyes, he couldn't look anymore.

For he has seen that white is about to turn red, redder still.

But he could hear the blood flowing slowly in the snow, stagnating slowly, before being crisply frozen within a short distance.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly opened his eyes again,

"stop."

Regardless of winning or losing, he can no longer let his friends fall into this dangerous situation for him, whether it is Situ Zhaixing in the tower, Ximen Chuixue in the snow, or Huamanlou who does not know where he is.

He, Lu Xiaofeng, owed them too much, it was too much to say thank you.

Following these two words, what he threw over was the Jade Rakshasa card that he had been keeping on his body.

All sounds and images are calm, like a pond where the wind has passed, leaving no trace.The right envoy had already retracted his sword, holding the Jade Rakshasa card in his hand, walked up to Lu Xiaofeng step by step, and handed it over respectfully.

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May is arguably the happiest time of the year.Away from the harsh cold, the scorching heat will not come for a while.

In this most golden day, it is far better than the April day in the world, on Wudang Mountain.

Lu Xiaofeng had just crossed the threshold, besides the familiar Bitter Gourd Master, Gu Song Layman, taciturn Shaolin Tie Jian and other characters, and an old man in green shirt and cloth shoes next to Shi Yan,

Daoren Gu has been extinct for a long time, before Shi Yan introduced him, Lu Xiaofeng had never seen him.

Seeing him coming in, everyone automatically moved out of the way, so that Lu Xiaofeng could see the end of the room at a glance. Inside was a plum blossom wood table, with nothing but a light-colored bamboo slip.

"what is this?"

"Letter of war." Shi Yan answered him, Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, reached out to pick up the bamboo slips and turned them over, a series of characters were neatly engraved on them.Jane, Shi, Wang, Sun, Qing, Tang, Hua, Wu, ... no place, no date.

"Who is so bold?"

"The first floor of Tsing Yi."

Lu Xiaofeng followed his reputation, and it was Daoren Gu who answered him.

"The landlord in Tsing Yi is dead," Lu Xiaofeng looked away, not wanting to talk about his old friend Huo Xiu.

"What if I say that Huo Xiu is not the owner of Tsingyi Building?" It was still Daoist Gu who spoke,

"It seems that this senior knows who is the landlord of Tsing Yi." Lu Xiaofeng had no choice but to answer,

Daoren Gu nodded, "The reason why I came here is because you have seen the landlord in Tsing Yi before."

Lu Xiaofeng was surprised, "Me?" He couldn't help counting the list of friends in his heart secretly, but luckily Gu Daoren immediately said the name that made him feel relieved, Yu Luocha.

At least, not yet another old acquaintance of his who was hiding something.The feeling of being cheated by friends is really uncomfortable.

"Wait, how did senior know?"

A trace of shame flashed across Gu Daoren's face, "I just happened to work in the Devil's Cult for a while, so I found out about this secret by chance."

"How sure are you?" It was Shi Yan who asked the question this time.

Daoren Gu pondered for a while, "At least seven points." Shi Yan turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng again, and the matter had come to an end, Lu Xiaofeng had no choice but to close his eyes and tell the truth.

"Huo Xiu is not dead."

The Western Jade Rakshasa has never had the ambition to set foot in the Central Plains, and this time there is no reason to be uncharacteristically.Huo Xiu, on the other hand, feigned death on his front foot, and the bamboo slip came after him. Rather than saying it was a letter of war, it was more like a kind of unwilling revenge.

Shi Yan was at a loss, he would neither distrust Lu Xiaofeng nor have any reason to doubt Gu Daoren, so he could only let the two of them act according to their own ideas.

Lu Xiaofeng entrusted Sikong Jiexing to steal the wordless letter from Yuehualou, and Gu Daoren returned to the Devil's Cult, and took over as the elder based on his seniority after Yu Luocha's death.

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When he saw that Zuo Xuan was the left envoy of the Demon Sect, Lu Xiaofeng almost believed Gu Daoren's conjecture that Huo Xiu was the Heavenly Official of Tsing Yi Building, and it was Zuo Xuan who forced him to stay as the Heavenly Official. However, when he came to the Devil's Cult at the invitation of Taoist Gu, Yu Luocha died.

If the Demon Cult is the shadow of Tsing Yi Lou, the master of this shadow is gone, and his two heirs are also dead.

But he, Lu Xiaofeng, had no choice but to stay and be the leader of the sect.

Lu Xiaofeng has been imprisoned in the ice and snow place for half a month.From the first snow, the world has completely changed.White, the dazzling white never stopped, wherever he went, within the range of his eyes, there was only this ruthless white.

The days were such a bleak sight to him, too.Except for the guards who regularly brought food and drinks, he couldn't even see a living thing.

Someone finally came to him that night.A one-sided person.

Daffodil did not bring any jewels this time, but instead brought an iron plate engraved with lotus flowers, on which besides the wine, there was an oiled paper bag,

Lu Xiaofeng looked at her happily, finally, finally, there was someone he could talk to, these days, he was almost suffocated to death.

Daffodil pushed the plate in front of him, and pushed aside the paper-wrapped persimmons.

She didn't speak until Lu Xiaofeng gnawed an orange persimmon until it was all over.

"Lu Xiaofeng, this persimmon cake was brought to me by someone alone." Lu Xiaofeng raised his head suddenly, and saw her eyes that were half sad and half focused, and she was totally out of place with this eerie place.

Seeing his expression, Daffodil nodded, "He's already here."

Lu Xiaofeng followed her out of the Golden Jade Pagoda.In the silvery moonlight outside, with black shadows, Hua Manlou was standing in front of the tower wearing an invisible dark wind cloak.

Since there is snow, there are no more crows in this sky, and it looks more and more silent.

Lu Xiaofeng felt that Hua Manlou was staring at him, but not with his eyes. He stood there waiting, and the gentle smile on his haggard face was like a stone thrown into his heart, calming down. He hadn't been able to say anything before.

Daffodil cast a questioning look and was about to leave.

A fourth person appeared on the ice bridge.

Seeing that person's appearance, Lu Xiaofeng's heart suddenly shrank, while Huang Shuixian was stunned.

"you…"

Zuo Xuan lit the torch in his hand, and the surrounding area was illuminated orange-red,

"I'll pick you up." There was no anger in his expression when he looked at the daffodil, but an elusive tenderness and a flash of anxiety.

Huang Narcissus bowed her head and walked over, Zuo Xuan supported her shoulders as she walked back and forth, suddenly stopped and turned her back to them,

"Have you made up your mind to stay?" This sentence asked Hua Manlou,

He didn't wait for an answer.Zuo Xuan sneered suddenly, and walked quickly with Huang Narcissus.

"Lu Xiaofeng." Hua Manlou called his name first.

These three words seemed to obliterate time, and the days in between seemed to have never existed. Before him was the day when the snow just fell, Huamanlou standing in the white snow, that night that he would have thought did not exist.

Before he saw Hua Man Lou, he hoped that the other party would never appear in this damned place.And now,

These three words completely defeated him.

It turns out that people are so selfish, even if they know how selfish it is, he can't deceive himself, the joy he felt at the moment when he saw Hua Manlou appeared.

"How are you doing...?" He stumbled and asked,

"No way." Hua Manlou answered him decisively,

"What happened to that team of Hu merchants?" Lu Xiaofeng's voice was muffled, and his brows were also frowned.

Ever since that group of Hu merchants appeared, Hua Manlou always seemed preoccupied. On the same day that the caravan left, he insisted on following up and inquiring, so Lu Xiaofeng could only let him go.

Huamanlouquan could feel his restlessness, so he continued,

"Several of the Hu merchants are from Yuxiu Villa. Although they deliberately concealed their internal strength, I can still hear their footsteps."

"I wanted to go back with them to confirm something..." Hua Manlou didn't finish speaking.If he really went, this long journey would naturally not be able to appear here.

What is the matter to be confirmed? Lu Xiaofeng was about to guess the answer, and when he looked at Hua Manlou again, his eyes became more serious.

"Did you think a lot on the way?"

"No." Hua Manlou replied quickly, "I just want to understand one thing,"

"The answer is not important, I just know that you are still here, and I will definitely come back." Lu Xiaofeng never expected that he would say it like this, and then he heard Hua Manlou sigh in relief, and walked into the tower.

Lu Xiaofeng hurried forward a few steps, and walked in together with him.

This tower made of gold bricks was the coldest and coldest place they had ever experienced.

The only warm place was the coffin placed in the center of the hall, which was covered with thick velvet. Before Hua Manlou came, Lu Xiaofeng slept in the coffin alone every night.

Hua Manlou sat in front of the coffin in a daze,

"Do you have any regrets?" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help asking him,

"I'm just a little hungry," Hua Manlou lightly clasped the lid of the sarcophagus, "Lu Xiaofeng, you've been here for a long time, haven't you eaten food that suits your taste for a long time..."

There was only a pot of cold wine brought by daffodils in front of him, and a few dried persimmons scattered on oiled paper, Lu Xiaofeng looked at them and sighed heavily,

"I think about it every day here, and I think about the dishes you serve out on weekdays,"

He remembered something, went to see Huamanlou,

"In the past, in this kind of winter, you would cook longan rice, which is glutinous and sweet, and you will no longer feel cold after eating a bowl."

"There's also the snail meat and bamboo shoots you fried during Qingming, and..." Lu Xiaofeng stopped abruptly, "Anyway, everything you cook is delicious."

Hua Manlou bowed his head and thought for a moment,

"Since I know what you know, I will know what you don't, and I have even learned the tricks of borrowing locks." He raised his eyes again, his eyes were unfocused, and he was just eagerly looking for the direction where Lu Xiaofeng was.

"Can you take me with you no matter where you go in the future?"