[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

The West Garden is located in the west of Yangcheng City. It is a large garden with lotus ponds, flowers, trees, pavilions, and elegant tea houses and restaurants. It is open from dusk to dawn.

[Now the dusk has passed, and the flowers in the garden, under the shade of trees, and among the pavilions, are lit up with lights like stars.The evening wind carried the fragrance of lotus, flowers and wine. 】Ximen Chuuxue has been waiting in Yanlou early in the morning, just like a boy who is just in love waiting for his first love so early.

There are two huge Lianli trees in the garden, which are fiery red kapok trees, tall and graceful, with branches connected, like lovers embracing each other.

Ximen Chuuxue stood quietly by the window, looking at the two trees.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't have a lover, but he thought of a lover. He should have thought of Sun Xiuqing, but he really didn't think of Sun Xiuqing.

What he was thinking about was the coming Ye Gucheng.

For Ximen Chuuxue, isn't an opponent more important than a lover and wife?

Because he came early, he saw Grandma Xiong who was selling chestnuts in the garden, and also saw Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng came to the West Garden because of Xue Bing. Aunt Gongsun kidnapped Xue Bing, and the Snake King told him that Aunt Gongsun would appear in the West Garden tonight.

Aunt Gongsun likes to dress up as Grandma Xiong and kill people on full moon nights.

But Lu Xiaofeng didn't know that Grandma Xiong was Aunt Gongsun, so he specially bought a handful of Grandma Xiong's chestnuts and asked her to help find someone.

A woman with red shoes on her feet.

Lu Xiaofeng took the chestnuts by himself, and slowly walked under a tree.

Light clouds float by, the moonlight is hazy, the beauty is heartbreaking, and there is a sad song in the wind. "The hair in the clouds is messy, the make-up is incomplete, the eyebrows are full of hatred, and the bamboo shoots are springing up, leaning against the railing with tears for whom?"

It is the song of Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who sang it in a sad and melodious voice of the southern country, and it is full of a lingering lovesickness that is too thick to dissolve.

Lu Xiaofeng thought of Xue Bing, and also of Huamanlou, Xue Bing peeled chestnuts for him to eat, and pulled his cold hand into his arms, but he thought about peeling chestnuts for Huamanlou, and even She thought about pulling Hua Manlou's hand into her arms.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help leaning against the tree, closed his eyes, and scattered the chestnuts that he had wrapped up with the hem of his clothes all over the ground.

Grandma Xiong came back, and she saw Lu Xiaofeng's tightly closed eyes, his back that was about to slump to the ground suddenly became straight, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly became sharp.Sharp as a blade!

She took out a pair of short swords tied with colored satin from the chestnut basket, and with a flash of light, the sword reached Lu Xiaofeng's throat.

So quick!What a fast sword!The sword energy was like a shocking rainbow striking electricity, dancing in the sky, and the dense branches and leaves were smashed by the sword energy in an instant.

Lu Xiaofeng was forced to stick to the tree trunk, Ximen Chuuxue's hand was ready to hold the sword.

But Ximen Chuuxue didn't draw his sword, because in the blink of an eye, he saw Lu Xiaofeng's body move, and he had already slid on the ground like a snake.Lu Xiaofeng actually rebounded, and with a backhand stroke, he cut Aunt Gongsun's ribbon.

Lu Xiaofeng is not the person with the highest martial arts in Jianghu, but few people can surpass him in life-saving ability.

Missed by one hit, Aunt Gongsun immediately turned up in the air, and her long skirt flew like a colorful skirt, and quickly swept out of the garden.

Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his figure, and also used Colorful Butterflies to chase after her, because the moment Aunt Gongsun jumped up, he had already seen her shoes, red shoes.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't make a move, not only because he knew that Lu Xiaofeng would not die, but also at that moment, he felt Ye Gucheng's aura.

As soon as this scent floated to his senses, the garden was suddenly filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, lotus, and moonlight as thin as a cicada's feather.Everything else, he no longer cares about.

Ye Gucheng appeared at the door, his white clothes slightly stretched out, as if he was coming slowly by the breeze from the lotus pond.

"We meet again."

The voice is cold, like autumn water in a bitan.It was Ye Gucheng who spoke first.

Ximen Chuuxue slightly raised his eyebrows: "You find it surprising?"

His ice-like eyebrows seemed to still be hung with the moonlight that they shared with each other that night.

Ye Gucheng was noncommittal, his star-like eyes swept towards the window: "You also watched a good show just now?"

Ximen Chuuxue was expressionless: "If Aunt Gongsun removes her disguise and puts on a neon dress and feather coat, it can still be regarded as a good show."

Ye Gucheng laughed silently, and Ximen Chuuxue was not without a sense of humor.

Standing there, he still looked so cold and proud, but the overwhelming sword and murderous aura seemed to be softened by the extraordinarily white moonlight on the full moon night.

Even the ice-like eyes seemed to soften.When Ye Gucheng sat down, Ximen Chuuxue poured water for him with his own hands.

It is pure white and clean water, and they seem to have some similar habits in terms of diet.

Ximen Chuuxue's hands were stable, strong, slender, and well maintained.Ye Gucheng watched the crystal clear water flowing out from the long and graceful neck of the pot like a silver thread, and falling into the small porcelain cup, a smooth and accurate aesthetic feeling.

This was not the Ximen Chuuxue he had seen.

The Ximen Chuuxue he had seen before was cold and sharp, piercing people's hearts before he drew his sword.

Ye Gucheng handed it to his lips, took a sip, and felt that the pure white water also carried a faint fragrance of flowers.

Meixiang.

Very clear, very light, but lingering plum fragrance.

He asked lightly: "The owner's murderous intent can be transformed into invisible at will, is it because he already has someone he loves?" After Ximen Chuuxue killed Dugu Yihe, he saved Sun Xiuqing who was one of the three best and four best. It's no secret in Jianghu.

"Just after I saw you last time, I did meet a woman who fell in love with me." Ximen Chuuxue put down the porcelain pot, and said lightly, "So, I married her."

He answered very delicately, and Ye Gucheng's expression was also very subtle.

His eyelashes moved like cicada's wings, as if carrying some slight emotion, but that emotion was as light, thin, and elusive as cicada's feathers.

Even if Ximen Chuuxue stared at his face so bluntly, she couldn't see it.

surprise?

Not surprised?

Happy?

Not happy?

care?

Do not care?

Maybe, it just doesn't matter.

After a long time, Ye Gucheng said slowly: "So the sword in your hand is sincere to love?"

It took a long time for Ximen Chuuxue to say, "The sword in my hand is only sincere to others. It was so in the past, and it is still the same now." After a slight pause, his gaze fell on Ye Gucheng's face, and it was still him who asked the question. The question asked, "Which one is the city owner?"

He once asked whether Ye Gucheng was affectionate or ruthless.

Ye Gucheng lowered his eyes slightly: "I am not any kind, because I have never had that kind of feeling. Since I never knew it, it doesn't matter whether there is love or not."

"Then why does your sword exist?"

Ye Gucheng asked without answering: "When you blow off the blood flower on your sword, what do you think is beautiful, is it your sword or the blood flower?"

Ximen Chuuxue couldn't answer because he didn't know it himself.If his sword is not reflected by blood, is it still his sword?What is his sword if only blood can give meaning to it?

Ximen Chuuxue really didn't think about it, but he knew that Ye Gucheng must have a profound opinion.

Ye Gucheng said: "For me, a sword is a sword, and it doesn't need to exist for other reasons. Its existence is perfection."

The sword itself is already perfect.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly understood that Ye Gucheng was indeed more pure and perfect than him in the pursuit of kendo.So although he has never seen Ye Gucheng's sword, he already understands that Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship must be more perfect than his.

Ye Gucheng is also perfect.

In the dark night, he sat there quietly, in a huge garden, on the pavilion of the lotus pond, the lotus wind gently blew his clothes, and the moonlight, which should have covered the world, seemed to be It only shines on him alone.

He suddenly had a strong desire to know him, even to get close to him.This desire is not only strong to him, but also new.Regardless of the purpose, he never took the initiative to approach others.

Ye Gucheng attracted him, there must be something other than the sword.

So he asked a question, not too abrupt, but somewhat surprised Ye Gucheng.

"City Master Ye has been living in the Nanwang Mansion?"

"I have my own residence in the east of the city, and I only go to the palace when I teach the son how to sword."

"I don't know the sword skills of Prince Nan, how about it?"

Ye Gucheng smiled: "You can ignore his swordsmanship."

"If that's the case, why is the city lord willing to be a coach in the palace?" These words sounded like teasing, although the speaker's voice did not have a teasing tone.

If Ye Gucheng accepted any young boy in the Jianghu as his disciple, it would be enough to cause a sensation in the Jianghu. But if his apprentice was a royal child like Nan Wang Shizi, everyone would only watch it as an after-dinner talk and gossip in the Jianghu.

But Ximen Chuuxue didn't seem like someone who would ask such gossip.

Ye Gucheng turned his head and glanced at Ximen Chuuxue, but Ximen Chuuxue's face, just like his voice, showed no expression.

Ye Gucheng has a good demeanor, especially when the other party deserves his demeanor.

"Thanks to others. I'm just the nominal master of Nan Wang's son, and I don't care about the affairs of Nan Wang's mansion."

If it wasn't for the love of others, why would the Lord Baiyun waste this time?It's just that I don't know how much love can make Tianwai Feixian, who has lived overseas for a long time, run from the isolated island in the South China Sea to Lingnan?

Ximen Chuuxue didn't ask, nor could he.

But if Ye Gucheng didn't want to tell him, he might not know it.

When the wind blows, the lotus leaves in the water are rippling, and the slender stems support the leaf cover and sway unevenly, which is very graceful and charming.The willow branches hang low by the water, and over the treetops of Yingyingzhuo, the moon is about to change from a first quarter to a full moon.

Every month when the full moon is full, it must be the time when Aunt Gongsun kills people. Ye Gucheng stared at the clear water of the lotus pond, and his eyes became dark.

He suddenly said: "It's late at night, I still have some private matters. When the owner of the villa is free, please come to the next house, how about it?"

This is undoubtedly an invitation to tell the other party that they can come to the door at any time.

He was leaving, but left an invitation.

Ximen Chuuxue hooked the corners of his mouth, the arc was extremely small, but it was an extremely soft smile.

He only smiled like this when facing Ye Gucheng.

"it is good."

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Note 1 The content in this chapter is adapted from quoting the original text, the original text is as follows: [It is now dusk, and in the flowers, under the shade of trees, and among the pavilions, there are star-like lights.The evening breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and wine. 】