[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou left.

Ximen Chuuxue and Sun Xiuqing were still sitting there.

Sun Xiuqing didn't speak, she kept touching the piece of red silk.In just a few days, her closest master and senior sisters had left her forever, and this unfinished piece of red silk was actually the only remembrance.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak either, he was never good at comforting others, and he didn't know how to comfort anyone. 18

But as if instinctively, he stretched out his hand and touched the two daggers.Fingertips caressed the bright sword edge, which has a cold and delicate texture. It is an excellent metal that has been tempered extremely well. It is indeed a famous "sword weapon" in the Tang Dynasty.

"In the past, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun, who moved all directions with her sword dance".

Sun Xiuqing's gaze also turned to the two famous swords, and suddenly said: "Actually, my junior sister didn't like wearing red shoes."

With a flick of Ximen Chuuxue's finger, the blade of the sword let out a clear groan, as if the swan song of the sword energy dancing to the heavens could still be seen back then.

"But she went to the southeast once last year and met a swordsman named Gongsun Lan. It is said that she is the descendant of Aunt Gongsun in the Tang Dynasty. She is extremely skilled in swordsmanship and treats her very well. She also gave her these two swords. Since then Since then, she started wearing red shoes."

Gongsun Lan is by no means a well-known swordsman in the world, because she is too low-key, but Ximen Chuuxue knows this person.It's just that he didn't know that Gongsun Lan was actually a member of the red shoes, and as her identity, she might be the leader of the red shoes.

Sun Xiuqing didn't say anything more, because she only knew so much.She held the red silk in her hand and leaned against the railing, feeling indescribably sad, melancholy, and indescribably tired.

Ximen Chuuxue stood up and played the flute.

Twilight fell again, the sound of the flute curled up like cooking smoke, and the setting sun stained his white clothes like blood. It was as gorgeous and eye-catching as a dream, but it was as unreal as a dream.

Isn't life also like a dream?

Today's happy face, tomorrow may be forever.

But even though life is so impermanent, there are still some things that are worth reaching out to hold desperately, even if you only have it for a moment, you will have no regrets. This is what Shi Xiuxue wants to tell her.

Sun Xiuqing quietly looked at Ximen Chuuxue's silhouette, his silhouette was like a sculpture carved from ice and snow, unusually cold, but perfect.

Sun Xiuqing waited for him to finish playing, and suddenly said: "Will you marry me as your wife?"

Ximen Chuuxue turned his head, but he was not surprised.

He looked at her and just asked lightly: "Do you understand me?"

"I seem to understand a little bit, but I don't seem to understand." Sun Xiuqing did not avoid his gaze. There are not many people who can calmly look directly into Ximen Chuuxue's eyes: "But it is not important. What is important is that I understand. own mind."

"What do you think?"

"I only know that whether you are the owner of Wanmei Villa, a poor boy, or any other identity, to me, my heart is the same."

Ximen Chuuxue shrank her pupils, and her icy eyebrows were filled with the ambiguity of an orange twilight.

"Do you know about swords?"

Sun Xiuqing said: "I really don't understand swords like you. I may not understand the sword in your heart for the rest of my life. But I think that no matter how sharp a sword is, there is a scabbard suitable for it. I don't know if I am suitable for you. scabbard, but I would give it all for a try."

In the twilight, Ximen Chuuxue's eyes fell on a far-reaching unknown place: "There is a person who once said to me that the only way to master the sword is to be perfect in love."

He thought of Ye Gucheng again. In fact, he was thinking about Ye Gucheng all the time. He even asked Ye Gucheng whether he was affectionate or ruthless, but Ye Gucheng didn't answer him.He suddenly sighed, "But you know, the sword itself is merciless."

The sword itself has no emotion, only people have emotion.

Sun Xiuqing didn't understand, it was impossible for her to understand.But she said, very calmly: "I only know that even if one day you no longer need the scabbard, I will never regret it."

The voice of this sentence was not loud, but it was loud, and Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help turning his face to look at her seriously.He has always looked down on women, especially women who practice swords, because he thinks that it is impossible for women to understand swords, so women are not worthy of practicing swords.But he suddenly respected Sun Xiuqing and her courage. He always respected courageous people.

He looked at her for a long time, and only said one word: "OK."

Those who enter the Tao with emotion, of course need to know emotion.

But how can you know the word love if you don't try it yourself?

Ximen Chuuxue was never a person who deliberately avoided it.

There is an extra hostess in Wanmei Villa.

But this hasn't changed much for Wanmei Shanzhuang and Ximen Chuuxue's life.Whether it is Wanmei Villa or Ximen Chuuxue, it is impossible to change easily because of a woman.

Ximen Chuuxue is still practicing sword every morning, in the Little Merlin in the back mountain.

Before the morning dew had passed, and the air was still cool with mist, he was already standing under a plum tree, wiping the black sheath with a piece of white silk, gently rubbing it, just like wiping the skin of a lover.

He spends a long time cleaning his sword every day, longer than practicing swords.Because when wiping the sword, he was thinking, but after drawing the sword, he only had instinct, speed, and pleasure.

Facing his opponent, when he takes out his sword, he also only has instinct, speed, and the pleasure of sword light and blood.In his view, the cold sword light flashed bright blood, and at that moment, nothing in the world was more brilliant, brighter, and more beautiful than this moment.

What he enjoys is actually not the killing itself, but the beauty of this moment.But if he doesn't kill, what drips will be his own blood, because he only knows how to kill people.

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

"You pay too much attention to your opponent, and you care too much about your opponent's flaws."

"A real master has no flaws at all."

Ye Gucheng's words floated in his heart like his star-like eyes.Ximen Chuuxue has never seen a sword technique without flaws, nor has he seen a person without flaws. Even a person who knows his own flaws like Dugu Yihe still has flaws.

As long as it is human, there are flaws.

But he didn't know if Tianwai Feixian had any flaws, because he hadn't seen Tianwai Feixian yet.

Those who have seen the flying fairy outside the sky are like those who have seen Ximen Chuuxue's sword, they are all dead.

The wind blows, and a leaf suddenly falls from the plum tree.

In this season, the leaves should not fall easily, but there is indeed a plum leaf falling slowly from the front.Ximen Chuuxue stared at the fallen leaves, and suddenly slowly drew out his sword.

There was no opponent, no one, but he slowly drew out his sword.Jianfeng slowly slid across the air, as if reaching out to touch his lover's face, he could even feel the slight drop at the moment they touched each other.

A wonderful and safe touch.

Lin Jingfeng stopped, and the thin leaf stopped quietly on the tip of the sword.

It turned out that his sword, in addition to killing people and seeing blood, can also gently hold a green leaf, but he has never experienced the beauty of silence that connects with nature.

With a slight blow, the green leaf leaves the sword tip, embarks on its intended return journey, and falls into the dust.

Ximen Chuuxue returned the sword into its sheath.

Because he has already understood that there is indeed a kind of swordsmanship in the world, which can be perfected without an opponent.

As long as it is human, there will be flaws.But the way of nature has no flaws.

There is a stone platform under the plum tree, and there is wine on the stone platform.

It was May, and naturally there were no plum blossoms, but there were many branches and leaves, but there were plums green.

The green plums were cooked into wine, and the wine was ready, but the person he invited did not come.

He seldom drank alone, but he poured a glass and drank it himself.Ye Gucheng is not there, but it seems that wherever there is a sword, he is there.

When the wine enters the throat, it is as smooth as silk.The wine is excellent, even among the good wines at Wanmei Shanzhuang, this wine is excellent.But it would be even better if there are suitable people to drink with.

The sunlight cast into the forest, and the light and shadow moved slowly. After a long time, he suddenly raised his head: "Come in."

The man in gray who was waiting outside the forest quickly stepped into the forest.Although he walked fast, his steps were light, and no matter how fast he walked, he always looked so calm and calm.He walked all the way to the stone platform, and when he saw that there were two cups on the stone platform, he showed a trace of surprise without concealing it.

In front of Ximen Chuuxue, he didn't have to hide.But again, he will never ask about things he shouldn't ask about.

He just took a step forward, bowed and said, "Master, I'm back."

"But there is news about City Lord Baiyun?"

"We found Huo Tianqing's account books. In the past two years, Baiyun City has been a supplier of Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion, providing a large amount of high-quality pearls produced in the South China Sea to the Central Plains. The amount of accounts is not small. But other than that, we have not been able to Given any other clues, it is really hard to judge whether Lord Baiyun came to Shanxi to contact Yan Tieshan for business."

"Where is he now?"

"After he left Shanxi, he didn't go back to Baiyun City, but went all the way to the southeast. According to the last news he got yesterday, he had already passed through Jiujiang and seemed to be entering Lingnan." After a pause, "After crossing Lingnan, we're afraid It’s even harder to know where he’s going.”

The remoteness of Lingnan has never been a place that Wanmei Villa can strictly control.

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his head, as if he was thinking.

"Lingnan, have you noticed any changes recently?"

"According to the results of our investigation, the center of influence of the red shoes is likely to be in the southeast area." The man in gray didn't say anything more after saying this, which meant that he hadn't grasped any more definite and detailed information. information.

"Continue to pay attention to the southeast." Ximen Chuixue's ice-like gaze from the distant mountains seemed to be in the depths of the plum grove, or in some invisible place, "Also, I want to know where the Lord Baiyun will be. stay there."

If the people he invites do not come, he can go.

The author has something to say:

Well, the confrontation between the owner, the city owner, and the third-party forces has actually begun. Jin Peng is just a game in the middle!

In the first game, the owner lost slightly.