[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

White clothes!

Snow-white white clothes!

And it's very close!

Zhang Yingfeng put down the lens tube, and saw Ximen Chuuxue who had just skimmed over a roof five feet away.He had already seen Ye Gucheng, so he knew that the person who stood proudly like the ice and snow in the distant mountains must be Ximen Chuuxue.

And he also called out: "Ximen Chuuxue!"

The sound wasn't too loud, but it was enough for someone as sensitive as Ximen Chuuxue to hear it.He looked back, and saw Zhang Yingfeng jumping out from a dark and thick tree shade.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, stretched his figure, and swept into the courtyard.

Since this young man had discovered him and dared to call out his name, he couldn't just walk away.

The young man sized him up a few times, and his eyes fell on the long sword in his hand, but he suddenly asked, "How is my junior sister?"

Ximen Chuuxue only looked at him coldly.

"My humble disciple Zhang Yingfeng of Emei School." Zhang Yingfeng in the Three Talents and Four Shows.

Ximen Chuuxue remained expressionless: "Very good."

Zhang Yingfeng looked at him a few more times, then suddenly raised his hands and said seriously, "Thank you."

thanks?

Ximen Chuuxue was noncommittal.He and Sun Xiuqing didn't need others to comment, let alone thank them.

But this young man's behavior somewhat surprised him, because since Dugu Yihe's death, countless Emei disciples have threatened to find him in Jianghu to avenge his master's death.

So he asked, "Didn't you come to seek revenge on me?"

If you don't come to him for revenge, don't waste his time.

But Zhang Yingfeng said: "I did come to you, but not for revenge, but for kindness." He added: "To repay my master's kindness."

Ximen Chuuxue raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

The boy's logic is indeed somewhat different.

"Before you draw your sword, is Master Ximen willing to listen to me?"

This young man didn't act immediately when he came up, and seemed to want to chat with him a few words.

In the past, Ximen Chuuxue might not have had this patience.But now, his person and his sword are somewhat different from the past.He is no longer obsessed with the pleasure of sword light and speed, and he also understands that the most ruthless sword technique may not be the best sword technique.

After he gave up this attachment in the way of the sword, his people seemed to have some patience and tolerance.

Of course, it also depends on the target.

For example, the young man in front of him has an upright attitude, neither humble nor overbearing, even in front of a top expert like Ximen Chuuxue, he will never hide his head and show his tail, nor is he as impulsive and conceited as Su Shaoying.

Sword learners have a sincere heart, and this alone is worthy of respect.

So he said lightly: "Please tell me."

Su Shaoying said: "I am originally a disciple of Zhang, the clay figurine of the capital." When he said this, his hand was already pinching the wax clay in his pocket.

"However, when I was 12 years old, I was lucky enough to see a hidden fish intestine sword handed down from the Warring States period. I was immediately moved by its beauty and tragic story, and thus I had the idea of ​​becoming a swordsman."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded slightly. The more sincere and pure a swordsman is, the easier it is to be moved by a sword.

"It took me a year to meet thirteen sword masters, but they all agreed that my talent in craftsmanship is higher than my talent in swordsmanship, and craftsmanship and swordsmanship are two different things. related matters, so they are unwilling to accept me as a disciple."

Of course, Ximen Chuuxue can understand that those who learn swords are not willing to compare their swordsmanship with their craft.And the higher the reputation, the more this is the case. Most famous swordsmen are absolutely unwilling to regard their own swordsmanship as a craft.

"I had the idea of ​​giving it a try, and finally went to Emei. After I saw my master, I pinched a clay figurine of him as a gift on the spot, and then said something that I have always kept in my heart. "

Some words that could move Dugu Yihe.

"I said that art has something in common. Clay figurines and swordsmanship are art expressed by hands, and they must reach the same goal on the road. Since I can make clay figurines with both body and spirit, I will definitely be able to master swordsmanship." essence!"

"My master didn't laugh at me, and he immediately agreed to accept me as his apprentice, the first disciple of the head of the Emei Sect!" Zhang Yingfeng stared at Ximen Chuuxue, "So, you should understand why I must strike you with the sword. Please !"

He has already made it very clear that he is not revenge, but gratitude.Dugu Yihe not only has the grace of teaching him, but also the grace of knowing him.

If Lu Xiaofeng or Hua Manlou were around, they would probably ask, why must death be used to repay this kind of kindness?

But Ximen Chuuxue is neither Lu Xiaofeng nor Huamanlou, so he would never ask such a question.But Ximen Chuuxue definitely understands Zhang Yingfeng's persistent feelings better than Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou.

To devote oneself to every art requires arduous perseverance and perseverance, as well as enduring all kinds of incomprehensible loneliness and loneliness. This is true for craftsmanship and swordsmanship.

From the avenue to the simplicity, at a certain height, all things are connected with each other, and art is even more connected.

But not many people understand this truth.So there are not many people who understand this young man.Fortunately, he met Dugu Yihe, who could understand him, or at least was willing to understand him.

Dugu Yihe is a respectable old man, and Zhang Yingfeng must be his disciple with the highest level of swordsmanship. Even if this young man has not drawn his sword, Ximen Chuuxue can tell.

He still has compassion for Su Shaoying, but it is even more impossible for him to not have Zhang Yingfeng.

Only five months ago, he still needed to use Su Shaoying's swordsmanship to consider Dugu Yihe, but at this moment, he has no need to fight Zhang Yingfeng at all.

His gaze swept across the room thirty feet away. The west window was lit with candlelight, which reflected the night. The distance was not very far, but it was definitely not too close. And absolutely can't see clearly.

The person he was looking for was very likely to be there.

That's what he's here for.

He looked at the emptiness of the night, and said calmly: "If I don't die after September [-]th, how about you come to me again?"

He didn't want to kill this young man with a sword, this young man not only reminded him of Dugu Yihe, but also Sun Xiuqing.

Zhang Yingfeng actually said coldly: "You will definitely not survive September [-]th."

Ximen Fuxue couldn't help shrinking her pupils: "You know?"

But Zhang Yingfeng said calmly: "I know." In his tone, there was even a kind of sincerity from the heart, which should be so certain: "Because Ye Gucheng is a perfect person, so his sword must also be perfect .”

Ye Gucheng is perfect, so his sword is also perfect.What this young man said was actually the thought that Ximen Chuuxue had always had in his heart!

Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help looking at the boy seriously: "Have you seen him?"

"When I was looking for you just now, I saw him with a telescope." Seeing the inquiry in Ximen Fuixue's eyes, Zhang Yingfeng hesitated for a moment, but quickly followed up, "He is in the private room of the casino over there. The person Wang An is receiving." Judging from where they were sitting, of course there were other people beside them, but Zhang Yingfeng couldn't see them.

Ximen Chuuxue asked, "Who is Wang An?"

"Director of the Ouchi Eunuch."

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly became silent.

But Zhang Yingfeng asked: "Is this what you want to know? Now you know, and you will definitely not see more clearly than me." He suddenly "clanked", pulled out the long sword at his waist, "In that case, please give me a trick!"

Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help frowning: "You must die?"

But Zhang Yingfeng didn't speak anymore, he had already resorted to a double kill with a sword!

The double killing with sword and sword that this young man used is different from Su Shaoying, and even different from Dugu Yihe. In the change of lightness, sharpness and stamina, there is also a kind of impassioned and heroic posture.

Not only heroic, but also tragic, just like the look in his eyes when he remembered the death of Dugu Yihe.

The light of the sword was like a storm, shaking the leaves behind him. When he finished performing the seventh, seventh and 49th moves, the sword edge suddenly turned, but suddenly abandoned the complicated moves and changes, and stabbed straight. Come here!

It is simple and straightforward, without any accidents, but it has a majestic momentum of scorching sun in the sky and breath penetrating Changhong.

This sword, even if Dugu Yihe used it, it would definitely not have such a magnificent momentum and beauty in one go, because the seven-seven-forty-nine moves that the young man used before were just preparations for this move.

Even Dugu Yihe has never used this style, perhaps it is Zhang Yingfeng's own creation.

A flash of excitement also flashed in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes as cold as ice and snow.He has always believed that those who can make a real breakthrough in the way of swordsmanship must not be those who stick to the rules, so although he has worshiped a master, he has never had a real master, because he never wants to be restricted by any rules .The sword this young man used came from his heart. Although the fire was not enough, it was very spiritual.

He raised his sword, but the scabbard held the opponent's sword firmly.

"Your sword intent is very good, and you will surely achieve great success in the future." Ximen Chuuxue suppressed the excitement in his heart. This was not easy for him in the past, but at this moment, he is really unwilling to kill this young man, "You are alive , it may be more beneficial to Emei."

"When I entered the sect, I already told my master that I would never be the head of Emei."

Zhang Yingfeng drew his sword back, unexpectedly calmly, and said coldly: "If you don't make a move again, I will run to the door and loudly announce that you and Ye Gucheng are hiding in the eunuch's den!"

He has completely put life and death behind him, he just wants to force Ximen Chuuxue to take a look at the sword light that once penetrated his master's chest, and then go to the Nine Springs to follow his most beloved master!He has the kind of generosity to die, so he can do it in a way that even Ximen Chuuxue is amazed.

But Ximen Chuuxue just lifted the scabbard and sealed him completely!

He suddenly chanted in a manly voice: "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!" The sword light flashed, and the sword came out again, with tragic fierceness, and it went straight to Ximen Chuuxue's chest.

Ximen Chuuxue is very familiar with this kind of swordsmanship, there is no leeway, no turning around, either you die or I live.

Because he used to use this kind of sword technique.

Ximen Chuuxue sighed slightly, and the sword had already been released!

The same sword light flashed, but it pierced Zhang Yingfeng's throat.This sword is extremely accurate and fast, it is faster than death, so Ximen Chuuxue's sword has been withdrawn in his hand, but Zhang Yingfeng has not yet fallen.

He seemed to have an expression that seemed to be amazed, but also satisfied and relieved. Finally, he looked at Ximen Chuuxue and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say two words.

There was no sound, but Ximen Chuuxue could see his mouth shape.

good sword.

It is indeed a good sword.

This is the first time since he killed Dugu Yihe with a sword against someone.His sword was faster, so fast that there were no bright and beautiful blood flowers anymore, there was only a thin streak of blood on the sword, and the blood didn't even have time to rush to the edge of his sword.

The tip of the sword drooped slightly, and the blood pooled into a drop of blood like a red tear.

Ximen Chuixue blew lightly, and the drop of blood rolled down into the wind and sank into the loess.

Zhang Yingfeng's young and slender body also fell on the loess, there was also only a little blood in his throat, like a bright red teardrop.

The autumn wind was bleak, and several fallen leaves fell with the wind, covering his once warm and lively body, like his last sigh.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were also as lonely as the autumn wind, even tired.

He is still lonely, as lonely as every time he kills someone, and he is still tired. The things that once made him feel extremely beautiful and sacred can no longer bring him any passion and emotion.

He never thought that a swordsman like him would no longer be moved by speed, sword light, and the blood brought by the sword light.Then why does his sword exist?

How can a lonely and tired sword break through again?

He still needs to be like Zhang Yingfeng, abandoning everything, leaving only one belief.

Only when you can be extreme in love can you be extreme in sword.

Ximen Chuuxue raised his eyes, looking at the candlelight where Ye Gucheng was in the distance.In this boundless loneliness and loneliness, the forbearable and eager anticipation deep in my heart, just like the night in late autumn, is getting deeper and heavier.