[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

Every time after killing someone, Ximen Chuuxue would feel very lonely.

The higher the opponent's swordsmanship, the lonelier he felt.

This time, he was especially lonely because he killed Dugu Yihe.

So he didn't perform lightness kung fu and return to his residence immediately as usual, but walked slowly by the river outside the Zhuguangbaoqi Pavilion.He walked very slowly, like a person who was too lonely to sleep at night, walking alone under the moonlight.

Even the compelling sword energy seemed to slowly melt into the silvery brilliance because of the insoluble loneliness and loneliness.

There is water in the river, and the moonlight reflects the calm water like a mirror, but the moon is in the water.

There is a bridge on the water, and on the bridge there is actually a man in white clothes like snow, watching the moon in the water quietly.

Ximen Chuuxue walked over slowly, and a strange change surged through his body.calm?excited?expect?Maybe it's all there, maybe it's even more complicated, Ximen Chuuxue doesn't know, because no one has ever been able to bring him this feeling.

A strange, intense and complex feeling.

This man had a sword in his hand, a sword as ancient in form as a black scabbard.Usually, people who can use this kind of sword are definitely not ordinary people, just like Ximen Chuuxue himself.

The other party raised his head, his eyes were like cold stars, brighter than the autumn moon, but as deep as the night in front of him, and said slowly: "Your murderous aura disturbed the moon in the water."

Ximen Chuuxue looked down, and the moon shadow in the water was indeed slightly rippling, the light and shadow separated and reunited, and suddenly they depended on each other and separated, and the circles of ripples dispersed like mercury.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly smiled, and the murderous aura and tension all over his body suddenly relaxed.

"You just killed someone." The other party's voice was cold and aloof, just like his own, but it made people feel that it should be so.

Ximen Chuixue said: "It's Dugu Yihe."

The man looked at him and suddenly said, "Ximen Chuuxue?"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded and said, "Ye Gucheng."

Ye Gucheng also smiled, a shallow smile, like ripples of moonlight rippling from the corners of his lips.

Although they had never met, they must have heard each other's name.In the Jianghu, anyone who uses a sword will know the names of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.

But the people in the rivers and lakes absolutely don't know that the first time they met, they were standing on the same bridge and looking at the moon.

Ye Gucheng even threw a stone into the water, and a string of bright and beautiful silver lines splashed out of the water surface, and said lightly: "With your current sword, you shouldn't be able to kill Dugu Yihe."

Ximen Chuuxue also looked at those beautiful arcs shining like sparks in the night, and raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Dugu Yihe has profound internal strength, is strict in offense and defense, and has almost no flaws. More importantly, his experience in fighting is definitely richer than you." Although Ximen Chuuxue is the most famous and popular swordsman in the world in recent years, but From Ye Gucheng's point of view, there is still a distance between him and Dugu Yihe.

Ximen Chuuxue actually nodded in agreement: "So if I fight him, if I can't succeed within thirty strokes, I will definitely die by his sword."

Ye Gucheng looked up at him, slightly surprised: "Oh?"

Ximen Chuuxue gave people the impression that it was too cold and too proud. He never expected Ximen Chuuxue to be so self-aware.

Ximen Chuuxue raised his head slightly, as if staring at the moon in the sky, and sighed slightly: "I have seen Su Shaoying use his sword. When he used the No. 20 style of double killing with sword and sword, I have already seen three flaws. So I thought I would have at least three chances to kill Dugu Yihe."

He turned his head to look at Ye Gucheng again: "But when I actually fought against him, I didn't even have a chance!"

For Ximen Fuxue, usually one opening of the opponent is enough.But Dugu Yihe was not Su Shaoying, he could not have imagined that Su Shaoying's flaw was exposed, but Dugu Yihe could fill it up before it became a flaw. Dugu Yihe seemed to know his own flaw a long time ago, so he shot three times, but the three times were in vain.

The swordsmanship of murder, if you can't kill the opponent, you are waiting to be killed by the opponent, Ye Gucheng naturally understands.

"But you killed him."

"Because after thirty moves, his swordsmanship is messed up." Ximen Chuixue paused, "Before he fought me, he had already consumed half of his internal energy with others."

Ximen Chuuxue was very frank, very frank, this defeat was not fair to Dugu Yihe.Ximen Chuuxue is not afraid to admit it, especially in front of Ye Gucheng.The pursuit of kendo is endless, and he has always been humble, so he has been improving.

And a person who can keep improving is terrifying, because every fight is a breakthrough and improvement.

Ye Gucheng smiled, but didn't ask him why he fought Dugu Yihe with only half of his internal strength left.

He didn't say anything more.

He looked down at the moon in the water again, just like when Ximen Chuuxue saw him just now.The moonlight shone on his spotless white clothes, and he stood there quietly, as if he had suddenly left the world of mortals, never wanting to bother about those worldly fights.

"A sword to the west, and immortals flying from the sky." The sword of the immortal, the posture of the immortal, refers to Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City.

Ye Gucheng stood for a long time, looking at the moon.

Ximen Chuuxue also stood for a long time, looking at Ye Gucheng.

The night wind blew again, raising each other's snow-white clothes, and Ye Gucheng finally moved.As soon as he moved his footsteps, he seemed to be riding the wind away, and a strange feeling appeared in Ximen Chuuxue's heart: he didn't want him to disappear from his eyes like this, he wanted to keep him for a moment, even if it was an extremely dangerous The way.

He suddenly said loudly: "If I want to learn about City Lord Ye's Flying Immortal, is the City Lord willing to take action?"

Hearing the words, Ye Gucheng stopped in his tracks, paused, but replied directly: "I don't want to."

In Ximen Chuuxue's heart, there was no disappointment, but a strange excitement: "Oh?"

"Your sword has too much murderous aura, but not enough realm."

"Appreciate further details!"

Ye Gucheng turned his head and said lightly: "You pay too much attention to your opponent, and you care too much about his opponent's flaws. But a real master has no flaws at all."

Flying Immortal Beyond the Sky has no flaws at all.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him, his gaze became as sharp as a sword, and even Ye Gucheng's already calm heart was agitated by this sharp gaze.

Only a real opponent can give him this kind of fluctuation.Or Ximen Chuuxue, the opponent he has been waiting for.

Ximen Chuuxue took a step forward and narrowed the distance between them: "Can I ask the City Lord how to break through?"

Ye Gucheng raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows were straight and dark, and he was as aloof as his own.Slowly said: "The way to break through varies from person to person, but in general, there are two types of 'ruthless' and 'sentimental'."

"What is sentient and ruthless?"

"The sword of emotion, enters the Tao with emotion, and can only be the best of the sword if it is extreme in emotion. The sword of ruthlessness forgets emotion, forgets things and forgets self, and only concentrates on the sword."

Ximen Chuuxue stared at his star-like eyes, his eyes were burning, but asked: "Then, what kind of city lord is it?"

Ye Gucheng laughed again, but he didn't answer.He has never been looked at by this kind of gaze. It is not a murderous challenge, but a kind of focused and persistent curiosity and exploration.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the smile on his mouth very seriously, as if every small expression and movement of Ye Gucheng had important meaning to him.

Even Ye Gucheng seemed to be infected by this focused expression.

Focused people usually have in-depth and unique insights.

So, he was waiting for him to speak.

Ximen Chuuxue said word by word: "Learning swords lies in sincerity."

"Sincere?"

"Sentimental ones are sincere to others, ruthless ones are sincere to swords."

If this sentence is said to Su Shaoying, Su Shaoying will definitely not understand.But Ye Gucheng understands it: No matter if he is affectionate or not, Ximen Chuuxue has his own sincerity. Similarly, he believes that Ye Gucheng must also have his own "sincerity".

Ye Gucheng lowered his eyes, as if thinking.His eyelashes are very long, and with a slight movement, they are like the wings of a butterfly.The wind blew, and his snow-white clothes fluttered gently with the wind, and it was as soft as the wings of a butterfly.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him, and suddenly said: "If the city lord has time, would he be willing to live in Wanmei Villa?"

He never invited anyone as a guest, but he invited Ye Gucheng very naturally.

Ye Gucheng obviously didn't expect that he would make an invitation, he pondered for a while, but said: "But I have some things that I have to deal with. These things have passed, and I will choose a day to visit, how about it?

On Ximen Chuuxue's ice-sculpted face, a very shallow smile appeared: "Okay."

He obviously seldom laughed like this, when he smiled, even the moonlight in the water seemed to soften.

The author has something to say:

You look at the scenery on the bridge, and the viewer is looking at you.But why did City Lord Ye appear outside the Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion? (It will be revealed later~)