[Lu Xiaofeng] Sword God's Steward

Ye Gucheng believes that life itself is a war, and life is composed of all kinds of wars, large and small.And no matter what kind of war, there is usually only one purpose, and that is to win.

The back of the word sheng represents glory, honor and dignity.But now victory has lost its meaning to him.Because even if he wins, he will face death.Whether he wins or loses, the lost honor is irreparable, and everyone knows that he will not be able to leave the Forbidden City alive tonight.

At the moment he drew his sword, he already had the heart of death. A person with such a mentality naturally sees much less than a person who seeks to survive. He has no worries, no worries, no happiness, no happiness Sadness, that is a state of nothingness, only the sword in his hand is left in the world.

If Ye Gucheng fought Ximen Chuuxue before the rebellion was exposed, or after his plan was successful, then he would definitely lose this battle.Because, he is dishonest.No matter how fast his sword is, no matter how powerful his moves are, he will fall behind in the end, because his sword has lost its character, and this character was bestowed on the sword by Ye Gucheng.If there is dirt in the heart, the sword will be weak.

But God seemed to have played a big joke on him. When he became a defeated bandit and had nothing, he suddenly realized that the realm of "sincerity to people and sincerity to the sword" mentioned by Ximen Chuuxue is "sincerity". "Being sincere to one's own heart, being sincere to one's heart is being sincere to oneself, the heart can be a person or a sword, it can be form or emptiness, emptiness is form, sincerity to people or sincerity and a sword are both a kind of Persistence, or ignorance, can only do whatever one wants with sincerity.

The moment the sword was drawn, Ye Gucheng was beyond the world. He knew that he would win this sword, so Ye Gucheng smiled slightly. He had already attained the Dao, his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, and he would die without regret.

It's just that he no longer has the need to win, but his opponent, Ximen Chuuxue, does. If he has a choice, then he chooses to die by the sword of this man, and he is already satisfied to die by the hand of this famous contemporary swordsman.

The moment Ye Gucheng closed his eyes, he suddenly envied Ximen Chuuxue.He has no friends, no relatives, and the feeling that someone cares about him must be very good.

Only now did Ximen Chuuxue realize that his sword was one step slower. When his sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword was bound to pierce his throat.

He had to accept this fate, whether he admitted it or not, at this moment he was still in the mortal world, he was worried, and he couldn't show his best swordsmanship, so he accepted this ending frankly, but Ye Gucheng's sword posture has deviated, and the distance of one or two inches is already the distance between life and death.

When Ximen Chuuxue's sword pierced into Ye Gucheng's chest, but Ye Gucheng's sword only scratched the tip of Ximen Chuuxue's temple hair, Ximen Chuuxue suddenly wanted to ask why, he knew he did it on purpose, maybe it was just a There is a difference of two inches, but a master like them will not make such a mistake in such a competition.

But in just a moment, Ximen Chuuxue figured out the whole story. If it were him, he would also hope for this ending, so he fulfilled Ye Gucheng.

"Thank you, Ximen Chuuxue." Ye Gucheng fell down with a smile in his eyes.

For the two people fighting, it seems that they have passed a thousand years, went to the universe, and went to the earliest origin of life, but to the people watching the battle, they just saw a blazing day of swords and shadows intertwining It became a more dazzling light, and then in an instant, the light went out, people fell down, and this decisive battle was over.

"Ximen Chuuxue won!" The four guards breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Ye Gucheng would win. If it was really him, they didn't know what to do. The only swordsman in the world is one less, so The rest, are they really going to arrest him?Fortunately, this problem no longer exists.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ximen Chuuxue standing there, heaved a sigh of relief, but also felt sad, another friend left him, this is the fifth friend he lost after he came to Beijing.

Mo Mengke was supported by Li Qiu, and that moment was extremely long for him. After the extreme tension, he is now a little bit out of strength and unable to stand still. It is his mind.

Ximen Chuuxue gently blew off the blood drops on the sword. The blood drops fell drop by drop on the smooth green tiles, slid down the cracks in the rock, fell into the soil and melted, oozing into a beautiful blood flower. flower.

Since then, there has been no such opponent in the world. Ximen Chuuxue looked up and looked around, the sky and the earth were long, he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness, the sword in his hand was no longer a sword, and the sword in his heart was no longer a sword. nothingness.

After Ye Gucheng's death, Ximen Chuuxue suddenly realized the way of swordsmanship, but because of this, his heart became colder. What else in the world is worth his pursuit, what else can make his heart warm up again?

He picked up Ye Gucheng's sword on the back, hid his own sword, and then picked up Ye Gucheng's body. The sword was cold, the bones were colder, and the heart was cold.

Mo Mengke stood where he was, watching Ximen Chuixue passing by him with Ye Gucheng's body in his arms, feeling a little sour in his heart, the thing he was most worried about happened.

After the decisive battle in the Forbidden City, the capital returned to calm. What happened that night seemed to have passed for a long time, and everyone still returned to their respective places.Occasionally, martial arts people who watched the battle and knew about it sighed for the Lord Baiyun who died young.

Lu Xiaofeng sat in the breakfast shop expressionless, drinking hot soybean juice and eating delicious pancakes, feeling a little sad and lost in his heart, such a peerless swordsman, such a person like a banished immortal, so easily Gone, life is so fragile, so vulnerable.

The sky was gloomy and the sun could not be seen, making people feel flustered and anxious.A gust of autumn wind blows, taking away the last withered and yellow leaves on the tree. The late autumn is about to pass, the cold winter is coming, and the birds should fly south for the winter.

Lu Xiaofeng paid the money and stood up, he missed Huamanlou's warm smile very much now.

The author has something to say: Today is the author who missed the time because of playing games:

I originally wanted to double update today, but accidentally wasted the scumbag game.

Meng Ke: Mom, Ah Xue is ignoring me!

Paste: Wow Kaka, why don't you let the owner of Ximen become a god.

Mengke: How dare you!