[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

Ximen Chuuxue would come to Ye Gucheng's yard every morning.

Ye Gucheng would also wait for him every morning.

There was no agreement between them, but both sides seemed to acquiesce.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't stay for long each time, because they were not talkative people. He would leave after drinking a cup of tea, playing a flute, or just sitting around for a while.

Ximen Chuuxue was originally a person as cold and arrogant as ice and snow, but when he was sitting and standing in this courtyard, he seemed like every plant and tree here, natural and leisurely.

Not only his people, but even his sword has completely restrained the sharpness and murderous aura of the past.

The sword that frightened countless people in the rivers and lakes was placed on the stone bench beside him. It was black, ancient, and long and narrow, but it was as quiet as autumn water, as if he was listening to the flute in the wind.

Ye Gucheng even felt that the mornings of these three days must be the calmest and most leisurely mornings in his life.Because facing Ximen Chuuxue like this, he can think of nothing and do nothing.

If a swordsman like Ximen Chuuxue is willing to let go of his pride in front of you and put down his life-like sword, even Ye Gucheng will be infected.

They were originally top swordsmen and shared the same loneliness.

For Ye Gucheng, those things that have been done and will be done can be temporarily put aside in this rare peace and tacit understanding.

Although he also knew that this kind of calm, like a floating cloud that happened to stop in the sky, would be blown away by the storm of fate at any time.

The fourth time Ximen Chuuxue stepped into this courtyard was at dusk of the fourth day.

Usually he doesn't come here at this time, but today, he came here.Moreover, he knew that Ye Gucheng would definitely be there, because the door outside the courtyard was open.

Ye Gucheng has been waiting for him.

Moreover, he knew the reason for Ximen Chuuxue's visit.

The tea is still emerald green, but reflecting the boundless setting sun, it becomes like bright blood.Ximen Chuuxue drank the cup of tea, and the silhouette of flowers and leaves embracing in the tea disappeared at the bottom of the cold white cup in an instant.

In his eyes, there was also the coldness that gradually faded from the temperature.

Sitting in the courtyard where the setting sun was like blood, he mentioned the sword for the first time.

"What is the sincerity of the city lord learning the sword?"

Ye Gucheng is still sitting as before, as if the alternation of the morning breeze and the setting sun is just like the ebb and flow of the tide under the blue sky and white clouds to him.Everything in the world is like this, there is morning and there is dusk.When there is gathering, there is also dispersal.

He also drank a cup, put down the cup slowly, and said lightly: "Sincerity is in the sword."

Ximen Chuixue is sincere to people, and Ye Gucheng is sincere to swords.

It's just that Ye Gucheng doesn't know who Ximen Chuixue is loyal to.

Just like Ximen Chuuxue doesn't know, Ye Gucheng can only be honest with the sword.

"Recently, it has been rumored that the city lord wants to challenge me, Ximen Chuuxue, does the city lord know?" This is because there are not many people who know that Ximen Chuuxue is in Yangcheng, otherwise the whole world would have exploded.

Ximen Chuuxue only found out about this news last night, and this news already made him unable to sleep all night.He didn't come this morning because he wanted to verify the news.

He looked at Ye Gucheng with burning eyes, because this answer was too important to him, and he couldn't ignore it.

Ye Gucheng met his sudden scorching gaze, but did not avoid it.City Lord Baiyun would not avoid anyone's gaze, but his long eyelashes moved like cicada feathers in the wind, and asked, "Have you seen Lu Xiaofeng yet?"

"I came to Yangcheng not for Lu Xiaofeng."

Ye Gucheng didn't ask him why he came, but said lightly: "This news came from the Nanwang Mansion."

"Why?"

"Because I told Lu Xiaofeng myself that if I can compete with Ximen Chuuxue, it will be a great joy in my life."

The wind picked up again, blowing the water vapor shrouded in the vegetation into a thin mist, filling the courtyard at dusk.

Ximen Chuuxue's gaze became even hotter, not only hot, but also with a scorching edge.He stared intently, the sharp edge in his eyes seemed to pierce through the suddenly covered mist, and pierce Ye Gucheng's heart: "Is this your idea?"

Ye Gucheng also stared at him, his amber eyes seemed to be soaked in the coolness of the night, cold, but also like this boundless mist, calm and deep: "Is this not your idea?"

This is indeed Ximen Chuuxue's idea, and this idea has reached its peak even when he saw Ye Gucheng for the first time.But now, he didn't know what weakened that idea.

Ye Gucheng changed his person, and also changed his sword.Although he didn't know where this change started and where it would end.

Perhaps, it will never end.

So, he is still making the last effort.

"You should know that once your sword and mine are drawn, it is impossible to take it back."

In other words, in a decisive battle between masters, either you die or I live.Because their swordsmanship is the swordsmanship of killing people.

Ye Gucheng seemed to be sighing slightly, his star-like eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.But he drank the tea in one gulp, and said softly: "There is no joy in life, and there is no fear in death. It's a good head, I only want to give it to my confidant."

He did not deny that he and Ximen Chuuxue were bosom friends.However, he still hopes to compete with Ximen Fuxue.

The wind blows, blowing their white and soft clothes.

Their swords are by their sides.

The fog became heavier, slowly soaking the lush vegetation in the courtyard with the first night, until it covered the entire courtyard.

That night, there was heavy rain and thunder.

The common thunderstorm weather in July in the south plunged the whole city of Yangcheng into a stormy and dark night.

The lights were on in the small building, and Ximen Chuuxue was waiting.

He has been waiting since he left the door of Ye Gucheng.In fact, ever since he knew that Ye Gucheng had come to Nanwang Mansion, he had been waiting.He was waiting for a result, and tonight, someone would send the result to him.

At midnight, a man in black landed in the courtyard and knocked on his door lightly.Such a light knock on the door was not obvious amidst the sound of wind and rain, but Ximen Chuuxue could hear it accurately.

"Come in."

A man in black walked in slowly, his body was still dripping with water, but his footsteps were like ghosts.As soon as he came in, the door behind him was slowly closed, isolating the sound of wind and rain from outside the house.

The secret he brought was too important.

He walked slowly to the shore, took out a metal tube from his pocket, and popped out a roll of paper with a mechanical spring.Then carefully unfold it and place it on the case.

When unfolded, there are no words.But when it was put on the stage, handwriting slowly appeared.But he didn't take another look, and backed out again.

It was Ximen Chuuxue who wanted to read this piece of paper, not him.

Ximen Chuuxue moved the candlelight, and the ink that gradually appeared outlined a huge secret.Wanmei Villa spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and even used many resources and relationships that would never be used in normal times, to find out the secrets.

The secret about Ye Gucheng.

"Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, is a descendant of the former royal family. His clan was once protected by the Southern King from slaughter, and later dominated the South China Sea with Baiyun City. In March last year, the Southern King blocked South China Sea trade in the name of the court's sea ban, and cut off flying. All land supplies in Xiandao will be lifted later. In July of the same year, the prince of the Southern King worshiped Ye Gucheng as his teacher."

Ximen Chuuxue only read it once before burning the paper.

The fewer people who know this kind of secret, the better.

It is a secret when few people know about it.

Ximen Chuuxue knew the secret, but frowned even tighter.It turned out that Ye Gucheng was a descendant of the previous dynasty. He not only accepted the love of the Southern King, but he was also threatened by the Southern King. The bargaining chips of the threat were actually Feixian Island and Baiyun City.What Nan Wang asked him to do was definitely not as simple as teaching his son to learn how to sword.

What does King Nan want him to do?Why did Ye Gucheng deliberately express to Lu Xiaofeng that he wanted to fight him?Is this matter Ye Gucheng's personal act, or is it related to Nanwangfu?

Ximen Chuuxue didn't know, at least not right away.

If you want to know immediately, you can only ask Ye Gucheng.

Ximen Chuuxue did have the idea of ​​asking directly, but Ye Gucheng probably wouldn't give him an answer.The sudden torrential rain that didn't stop for a while also blocked his footsteps.

Moreover, his heart is very chaotic, never before.

He just has to wait.

The torrential rain was pouring, and the thunder flashed and appeared, and it lasted the whole night.