[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

It has been two months since Ye Gucheng came to Nanwang Mansion.In the past two months, he actually had very little time to teach the prince how to learn swordsmanship. He didn't come to teach the prince how to learn swords in the first place.

He came here because of an extremely important matter.

He went to Shanxi because of an extremely important matter, so his whereabouts were also extremely secretive.

Except for one accident: Ximen Chuuxue.

That day he contacted Huo Xiu in person, and after finishing the matter, he stayed by the river outside the Zhuguangbaoqi Pavilion for a moment.Originally, he would not stay anywhere, but what he had just done and what he was about to do were too important, so when he walked on the bridge, he stopped, wanting the moon in the water to be quiet for a while. Quiet his heart.

It was there that he met Ximen Chuuxue.

Ye Gucheng didn't know what consequences this encounter would bring, but he vaguely felt that this was an important matter.

His intuition seldom goes wrong, and his judgment seldom fails.

However, this idea is still too vague in his mind, and he has not yet made a clear judgment.

So he keeps thinking, and when he thinks, he doesn't draw his sword.The sword will make him pure, but what he has to consider now is too complicated.

He is playing the piano.

He seldom plays the piano, but he plays it very well, because the sound of his piano, like his sword, comes from the depths of the white clouds in the blue sea and blue sky. .

Even Huamanlou standing outside the door was deeply moved by the sound of the piano.

Huamanlou was not born blind. Before he was seven years old, he had seen the beauty of flowers, the tallness of trees, the majesty of mountains, and the softness of water.But he didn't have time to see the sea, he only felt the beauty of the sea and sky meeting the sunset and blue waves from the text.

But now, he suddenly heard that beauty.

Because the one who played the piano was Ye Gucheng.

He had never seen the Flying Immortal, but he suddenly understood why there was a Flying Immortal.

Flying immortals from beyond the sky can only come from the depths of the blue sea, blue, white clouds.

After a song is over, the aftertaste is curling up, just like the clouds drifting across the sky, and like the ripples swaying away from the blue waves.

He stood still for a long time, letting the impact of this beauty fade away like a tide, before he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"The building is full of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, please see City Lord Baiyun."

"Please."

The voice is cold and lonely, like the glimmer of frost and snow in the moonlight.

Hua Manlou walked slowly into the courtyard.

"My friend Lu Xiaofeng is the one who was invited to assist in the case of the Embroidery Thief." Hua Manlou's voice was as elegant and gentle as his own, "He may come to the palace tonight, the prince hopes to see if he has any I don’t have any skills, so as not to hurt the embroidered thief needlessly, so I want to ask the city lord to help him try it.”

Ye Gucheng raised his head slowly: "Lingxi pointed at Lu Xiaofeng?"

Hua Manlou nodded and said, "Exactly."

"Aren't you afraid that he will hurt me needlessly?"

"afraid."

"So you are here to ask me to take a shot, but don't hurt him."

"I also ask the city lord to be merciful."

"How did you know I would agree?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said: "I don't know. But I know that Lu Xiaofeng likes to make friends. If he can make friends like the city lord, I think he is even willing to take a sword."

Ye Gucheng also laughed.

The seven young masters of the Hua family are indeed extraordinary people.

Sure enough, Lu Xiaofeng came.

He obtained a very detailed map of the palace from his old friend "Snake King", the boss of the black market in Yangcheng, and climbed to the roof of the palace's treasury, avoiding the sentinels and hidden cards of 620 guards.

But he walked around the wall for a week, but couldn't find a gap to get in at all, so he ran to the roof and lifted a piece of tile, only to find that there were three layers of tight and strong barbed wire underneath, and it was true that even a bird could not fly in. .

He suddenly admired the Embroidered Thief very much. When he came to this place, it would be great if he could escape unscathed. The treasure house of the royal palace is guarded so tightly that ordinary people can't imagine.

He decided to give up.

But just as he was about to retreat from the roof, a sword light suddenly flew towards him without warning.

He had never seen such a brilliant and swift sword light, nor had he seen such a soothing and graceful swordplay, as if clouds were flying across the sky, birds were flying towards the dense forest, and they were suddenly flying towards him from the dark night sky.

This sword is extremely beautiful and terrifying, even more terrifying than Ximen Chuuxue's sword!

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't resist, no one in the world could resist.Lu Xiaofeng could only dodge, but that sword-like light came chasing after him, no matter how fast he retreated, it would not be faster than this sword.

The sword edge pierced his chest, and he suddenly used a consonant finger.

But even if he used a consonant finger, he still felt that he was bound to die. There was no one in the world who could stop this sword, not even his consonant finger!

But with a pinch of two fingertips, he actually clamped the sword.

A snow-white figure landed on the roof, his clothes were as white as Ximen Chuuxue, but his eyes were as bright as the cold stars in the sky, colder than the autumn moon and brighter than the cold stars in the autumn moon.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him dripping with cold sweat, and after a long time, he suddenly asked, "Ye Gucheng?"

With such a sword, only Ye Gucheng, only the Flying Immortal.

With a movement of Ye Gucheng's wrist, the sword was sheathed, and he said coldly: "Lu Xiaofeng."

Ye Gucheng was the first person who could take back the sword edge from Lu Xiaofeng's fingers so calmly, and Lu Xiaofeng also understood that he was able to hold Ye Gucheng's sword because Ye Gucheng was willing to let him hold it.

Ye Gucheng held the sword and stood on the roof, but he seemed to be standing outside the world of mortals, without any trace of murderous aura.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly laughed and said, "So you didn't want to kill me."

Ye Gucheng said slowly: "There are not many masters like you in the world, if one dies, one less."

Hearing these words, there was a feeling of familiarity, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but said: "You are very much like a friend of mine."

Ye Gucheng didn't speak, he naturally knew that Ximen Chuuxue was Lu Xiaofeng's friend.

Lu Xiaofeng asked, "Do you have any friends?"

"No." Ye Gucheng was indeed a little surprised, but said lightly, "I have never had any friends."

"Would you like to make a friend?"

Ye Gucheng suddenly smiled, this smile is both cold and arrogant, but strangely there is no sense of disobedience.He didn't answer him, but slowly looked at the moonlight in the sky, his star-like eyes suddenly melted into the loneliness and depression of the night: "Without friends, you are not lonely. Without an opponent, you are truly lonely."

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but want to say again, you and Ximen Chuuxue are really similar.

But he didn't say it.Because he was afraid that if he said it, there would be unexpected consequences.

But Ye Gucheng turned his head, looked at him with starry eyes, and asked, "Ximen Chuuxue, is your friend?"

Lu Xiaofeng could only nod his head.

"He killed Dugu Yihe?"

Lu Xiaofeng was a little hesitant, because he had already seen the sword light in Ye Gucheng's eyes, a kind of sword light that belonged to a swordsman, he often saw this kind of sword light in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, especially when he was facing a powerful opponent.

But he still said, "Yes."

"Have you caught his sword?"

Lu Xiaofeng immediately replied: "No!"

The light in Ye Gucheng's eyes already made him feel too much pressure, although that pressure was not directed at him, but at Ximen Chuuxue.

"How is his sword skill?"

Lu Xiaofeng felt the cold sweat coming down again, forced a smile and said, "It's not bad."

Ye Gucheng looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled.This kind of smile appeared on Baiyun City Lord's white jade-like face, and the silhouette of his eyelids reflected by the night was extremely beautiful, but what he said made Lu Xiaofeng tremble with fear.

"If I can compete with Ximen Chuuxue, it will be a great joy in my life."

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Jin Jiuling and Hua Manlou followed suit.

They had been waiting there early in the morning.

Jin Jiuling immediately walked up with a smile: "Lu Xiaofeng, I'll buy you a drink."

Lu Xiaofeng wanted to get mad at first, but for no reason, he received a trick of Flying Immortal from Heaven, everyone would want to get mad.But Hua Manlou smiled gently and said, "Director Jin has become the new manager of the Pingnan Palace, and the wine cellars here are under his management, just like the treasure house."

Of course, the wine used by the head of the palace to entertain guests is not bad.

So Lu Xiaofeng was very happy, not only because the wine was good enough, but also because he just met Ye Gucheng, he is a person who forgets worries quickly, but is especially willing to share joys.After a few drinks, he even sang loudly.

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass."

This is a famous line by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty, and it is also the favorite poem of Baiyun City Lord.

The poem was a good poem, but the sung person really didn't dare to compliment it, everyone present couldn't take it anymore, Hua Manlou was also sweating secretly, for fear that he would ruin Jin Jiuling's golden job just because of this.

But Ye Gucheng sat quietly, he didn't drink alcohol, he drank water, Lu Xiaofeng's terrible voice seemed like white water to him.

After he finished singing, he asked calmly, "Where is Ximen Chuuxue?"

Lu Xiaofeng immediately had a bad feeling, he immediately drained the last glass of wine in his hand, and yelled at Jin Jiuling: "Not enough, not enough, let's go to the wine cellar to get some more!"

Lu Xiaofeng dragged Jin Jiuling away in a hurry, so he didn't hear the conversation between Ye Gucheng and Huamanlou.

"Actually, when Ximen Chuuxue unleashed his sword, I was there several times."

Ye Gucheng raised his head, his eyes like cold stars fell on his warm face: "Oh?"

Hua Manlou said quietly: "You are very different from him."

Ximen Chuuxue's man and sword are both sharp and murderous, but Ye Gucheng is different.He never thought that Ye Gucheng would propose a competition with Ximen Chuuxue. He thought that if one of them proposed first, it would definitely be Ximen Chuuxue.

Ye Gucheng is not surprised, because Huamanlou is someone who knows how to appreciate his piano music.

He only asked lightly: "If I fight Ximen Chuuxue, will you come?"

Hua Manlou said: "No."

"Watching people fight is really not suitable for you. Drinking with others is not suitable for me." Ye Gucheng glanced at Hua Manlou, but got up and left the table.

Dressed in white clothes, cold and aloof, he drifted away.

In Hua Manlou's eyes, there is already a shadow, he is really worried that Ye Gucheng is looking for Ximen Chuuxue.Although he didn't understand why Ye Gucheng wanted to find Ximen Chuuxue.

Ye Gucheng is not a warlike person.

His swordsmanship does not need to be verified by a duel.

Ye Gucheng returned to his other courtyard.

He left suddenly, not because he really couldn't bear Lu Xiaofeng's singing voice and the din of the banquet, he had been the Lord of Baiyun City for more than ten years, and his swordsmanship was almost perfect, even a little interference from foreign objects could not hinder his mood at all.

He wasn't going to find Ximen Chuuxue either, at least not right away.

He came back because when Lu Xiaofeng said "You look like a friend of mine" on the roof, he suddenly had an idea, an astonishing idea, so he let it out on purpose, expressing his wish to compete with Ximen Chuuxue Compete.

Now, he needs to calm down, organize his thoughts, and make another decision.

This decision will inevitably change the Jianghu, and even beyond the Jianghu.

But as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw a note pressed on the piano platform.

"Tomorrow night is full moon, Yan Tower in Xiyuan."

The strokes are like swords, but there is no signature.

Ye Gucheng's pupils shrank slightly, and for the first time there were waves in his usually calm eyes.

Simon blows snow.