[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

September [-]th, late at night.

It was very late at night, but the lights in the temple were still on, and against the silhouettes of the surrounding weeds and vines, it looked even more lonely and gloomy.

This dilapidated temple in the wilderness is usually deserted, and there are only two monks' rooms.Ye Gucheng is sitting in one of them at this moment.

The room was dark and damp, with only a bed, a table, and a stool. The walls were desolate, the corners of the room were full of cobwebs, and the beams were covered with dust.

On the table there are fragments of lonely lamps, the lamps are dim and dim, and the scriptures are also dim and dim, which reminds people of the lonely and desolate years that the old monk who lived here once lived.

Lonely, bleak and lonely.

Although Ye Gucheng has never experienced desolation, he has experienced loneliness deeply.

Just like at this moment, he is slightly bent, sitting on this cold and hard wooden bed, listening to the cold wind in late autumn whizzing by in the shadow of the trees outside the window, that kind of silent desolation and loneliness, like the moonlight The tide of the sea, slowly and silently surged onto the beach in the dark night, slowly soaking his whole soul.

He was already used to loneliness, but on such a night, he actually felt lonely and lonely, just like the old monk who used to chant scriptures silently under a lonely lamp.

There seemed to be no difference between him and that old monk.

He had no wife, no children, no relatives, not even friends.The process of pursuing "Tao" is lonely and lonely, and the way of swordsmanship is the same. To become a peerless and lonely swordsman is doomed to be cut off from all the joys of the world, just like a monk wandering on the road, enduring Alone loneliness and loneliness.

And the farther you go, the lonelier you are; the higher you go, the lonelier you are.

He also thought that there was no one in this world who could walk with him, until he met Ximen Chuixue.

Meeting Ximen Chuuxue was like an accident, but also like a kind of fate. The only person who could walk with him on the way of the sword has been isolated by his deception and calculation on the other side of the road. Out of the road of rushing indomitably.

That is the road that belongs to Baiyun City.

So Ximen Chuixue is sincere to others, but he can only be sincere to swords.

His sword is named Fengling.

Seal the mausoleum of Ye's family in Baiyun City.

Ye Gucheng couldn't help raising his head, looking at his sword.

His sword was on the table, black and quiet, reflecting a dim and cold light under the moonlight, as if it had been for thousands of years.

Ye Gucheng looked at it quietly, caressing those ancient, simple and elegant hook lines with his eyes, every subtle turning and ups and downs are as kind and familiar as a lover's skin, in those bright and lonely eyes like cold stars, A trace of calm was gradually restored.

It had been a long time since he looked at his sword like this.

A sword is a sword, no matter it is called Juque or Fengling, its connotation and brilliance will never be damaged by the passage of time, just like the moonlight that is eternal and unchanged for thousands of years.

He stood up slowly, straightened his clothes, and walked over.

As long as he holds the sword in his hand, he is not afraid of all challenges and tests.

But he walked very slowly, and even his footsteps showed a bit of staggering and tiredness. Walking in this lonely and dilapidated shabby house, he was like a wounded beast, slowly pacing where it licked its wounds alone. step.

Of course he was not injured, but he had to pretend to be injured.

What he wants to deceive is not Lu Xiaofeng who is about to come, but Ximen Chuuxue.

The moonlight was like frost and snow, shining on his sword, it also reminded him of Ximen Chuuxue's icy eyebrows.

He knew that Ximen Chuuxue was in the capital, but he didn't know where Ximen Chuuxue was, just like Ximen Chuuxue would never know where he was.But if there is one person in the world who can find Ximen Chuuxue, it must be Lu Xiaofeng.

He needed Lu Xiaofeng to bring the news of his injury to Ximen Chuuxue.

The wind suddenly poured in from the window, shaking the broken window sill like fallen leaves, and the wind was also filled with a stench of pus and blood.

Lu Xiaofeng stood right in front of this dilapidated small temple, and stuffed the pus-blooded cloth belt back to Shengtong who was next to him: "I don't need to use this priceless cloth belt to exchange money, you should take it Take it and bury it under that old pagoda tree!"

After leaving Ouyang Qing, he looked for Ye Gucheng all over the street.When he was desperate in the middle of the night, a monk named Shengtong suddenly shot him three darts, led him into a dark alley, and handed him the cloth belt with pus and blood on it.

It is said that it was a cloth belt untied from Ye Gucheng's body.

Then they came to this ruined temple in the wilderness.

Lu Xiaofeng hadn't seen Ye Gucheng yet, but when he looked at the dilapidated light in the dilapidated room, he had a strange intuition: Ye Gucheng must be there.With a touch of his toes, he flew over like a butterfly.

The sound of clothes hunting, sweeping across the window sill like the wind.

Sure enough, Ye Gucheng was standing in front of the window, his wrist as white as jade under the moonlight, with a backhand, he had already grasped the sword on the table.

His reaction is still fast and sensitive, and has not become dull because of the injury.

"You don't need to draw your sword," Lu Xiaofeng stopped outside the window, smiling, "But if you have wine, why not buy me a drink!" He knew Ye Gucheng didn't drink alcohol, but wine was an invitation to friends.

Of course Ye Gucheng understood this meaning, he slowly relaxed the hand holding the sword, then strode over and opened the door.

The wind suddenly poured in from outside the door, it was cold, but in this cold and dark night, Lu Xiaofeng had a warm smile like hot wine: 【"You didn't expect me to come?"】Ye Gucheng glanced at him, noncommittal , but turned around silently, and sat down on the only stool.

【"You shouldn't have come, there is no wine here."】

Lu Xiaofeng also turned around and closed the door.

The cold and dark night seemed to be cut off from this dilapidated wooden door. In this room with lights like beans, there were only him and Ye Gucheng.

He walked slowly in front of Ye Gucheng, smiled and said: ["I know there is no wine here, but there are friends here." Lu Xiaofeng is definitely not an annoying person, especially when he smiles sincerely towards his friends from the heart , the world seemed to emit a warm light, that kind of warmth, even Ximen Chuuxue would be moved.

In fact, that's how Lu Xiaofeng made Ximen Chuuxue his friend.

But Ye Gucheng didn't see his smile, he didn't even look at his face, because he was sitting on the only stool, the angle was too low.Still with a straight face, he said coldly: "I remember that you didn't seem to make friends with me before."

Lu Xiaofeng slightly lowered his head, staring at his ice-white jade-like face, Ye Gucheng has a nearly perfect face, especially from this slightly looking down angle, the resistance that was obviously pretending to be indifferent suddenly became very subtle .

He suddenly sighed for a long time: ["Because in the past, you were the lord of Baiyun City who was so famous all over the world!"] This is not a lie, he has also experienced deep loss. Flying Immortal in the sky, such a person, if he doesn't want to talk to you, you can't even snag the hem of his clothes.

The corners of Ye Gucheng's mouth froze, and his long eyelashes trembled like cicada feathers: "What about now?"

"Now, I really want to be your friend." More than ever.

Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand suddenly, removed the remnants of the solitary lamp on the table, and even lightly and carefully removed the long sword that could unleash the Flying Immortal, and then sat down on the table.

Now, he finally has equal eyesight with Ye Gucheng.

He was still looking at Ye Gucheng's face, Ye Gucheng's face seemed to have a strange magic power, which would make people ignore anything he didn't want to express: 【"If you didn't treat me as a friend, how could you leave your sword behind?" On the table?"] Ye Gucheng shut his mouth and stared at him.He seemed to suddenly understand why Ximen Chuuxue had a friend.

Ximen Chuuxue has a friend, maybe it's just because the person who wants to be friends with him happens to be Lu Xiaofeng!

The ice on his face suddenly gradually melted, revealing the white jade-like warmth underneath, and even a faint smile: "So, are you planning to come to comfort me?"