[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

September fifteenth.early morning.

Ouyang Qing hadn't woken up yet, Sun Xiuqing had just woken up, but Lu Xiaofeng had already gone out early in the morning.

Last night they went to the Tiancan Altar, killed the Tantric Lama and the three Hainan Sword Masters who pretended to be the Water Peak Swordsmen of the Virgin, rescued Yan Renying, and got three wax figures of Zhang Yingfeng, one was Wang An and the other was Ma Liu. Brother, but the most important third wax figure has already been crushed beyond recognition. I am afraid that only clay figurine Zhang can restore it.

So as soon as it was dawn, Lu Xiaofeng went out to find the clay figurine Zhang.

Of course Ximen Chuuxue would not follow, he was sitting in the secluded courtyard of Hefangzhai.

The side courtyard is not big, it is connected with two or three quiet houses, when several trees cover it, there is a table under the tree, there is warm tea on the table, and there is also wine on the blue and white stove, but Ximen Chuuxue does not drink.

Sitting opposite him drinking is Yu Luocha.

The thin morning color dyed his robe like smoke of light ink, and the face of the master of the Demon Cult appeared far clearer and softer than usual, with a kind of experience and vicissitudes that understand the world's situation in his gentleness and elegance. Like the real Hefangzhai boss.

Facing such a father, Ximen Chuuxue felt both familiar and strange.

Between father and son, there are really not many opportunities to get along so calmly and casually, at least not in his memory.

"It's really a good move for you to ask the honest monk to divert Lu Xiaofeng's attention." Yu Luosha took the wine off the stove, but put the jasper-colored teapot on it, like a common gossip: "But you You call me Hui Fangzhai, but what does it mean?"

Xue Yiren said that Ximen Chuuxue asked him to return to Fangzhai to protect his wife and children, but Yu Luocha didn't believe it at all.

Ximen Chuuxue poured him a cup of hot wine, and said flatly, "Please stay here tonight."

The implication is to ask him not to come to the top of the Forbidden City tonight, and not to interfere in the decisive battle between him and Ye Gucheng.

In any case, this request is a bit too much for a father.

But Yu Luocha didn't show any angry expression, nor was he excited, he just watched Ximen Chuuxue quietly for a long time.

He had never seen Ximen Chuuxue like that.

At least Ximen Chuuxue didn't remember it.

The morning wind swayed, autumn leaves fell, and yellow leaves turned over, falling slowly between them, but they couldn't stop Yu Luosha's deep, calm and concerned eyes.

This is not the way the Demon Cult master looks at his heir, but the way a real father looks at his son.Ximen Chuuxue didn't understand before, or didn't care at all, but at this moment, he suddenly understood.

After tonight, their father and son may be separated forever.He suddenly understood how heavy the feeling and weight would be in such a look.

"Last night, Gu Qingfeng sent me a message overnight, saying that you want the emperor's daily routine and the guarding arrangements for the palace tonight." Yu Luocha stared at him from a distance across the table, "Axue, can you Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?" Ever since he told that secret, he already had a premonition that Ximen Chuuxue would definitely do something, but he really couldn't imagine what Ximen Chuuxue might do.

Ximen Chuuxue watched several yellow leaves fall on the table and was blown away by the autumn wind, and slowly raised his eyes. His tone was also unusually calm, yet unusually persistent and determined.

"I want to fight Ye Gucheng decisively, and then take him away."

Ximen Chuuxue wants to take Ye Gucheng away?

Yu Luocha was stunned. This sentence contained too much information. He didn't know what relationship Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng had other than opponents, but the depth, persistence and determination in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes had already It shows that the relationship between them must be extraordinary.

Apart from the sword, Ximen Chuuxue had never cared so much about other things.

This decision was definitely not a whim by Ximen Fuxue.

There may be some entanglements between them that are not known to others, otherwise he would get some news from Xue Yi people.But at this moment, what Yu Luocha cares most about is not the entanglement between the two of them, but Ximen Chuuxue's life.

So he only asked one question, the one thing he cared about the most.

"Are you sure you can win against Ye Gucheng?"

A decisive battle between masters is either life or death. Although Yu Luocha has another bottle of medicine that can seal the injury instantly, there are too many variables in the palace.What's more, Ximen Chuuxue also specified that he didn't want him to be there.

"No." Ximen Chuuxue replied lightly, "But there are only two outcomes, I die, or I take him away."

After speaking, he didn't say anything more.

He died, or he left the capital with Ye Gucheng and returned to Wanmei Villa.

If he is alive, Yu Luocha will always know everything.

If he is dead, Yu Luocha doesn't need to know.

Ximen Chuuxue's decision, like Yu Luocha's decision, will not be easily changed by anyone.

They faced each other silently.

The morning mist filled their surroundings, and the wind blew their clothes. The gray clothes fluttered, and the white clothes also fluttered. Against the whirling vegetation in the courtyard, it looked like a roll of ink.But in this painting, one gray and one white, but no one can be three points stronger than anyone else.

Although they are father and son, they are also unique characters in this world.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly picked up a glass of wine and respected his father.

The tea on the stove has warmed up, but it has cooled down.

Although wine is cold, it can make people warm.

Yu Luocha stared at the glass of emerald green wine, feeling mixed feelings in her heart, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Axue, can you also promise me one thing?"

No matter if he brought Ye Gucheng or what, he only wanted him to come out alive.

Ximen Chuuxue held his wine glass silently, and suddenly said: "Okay."