[Lu Xiaofeng and colleagues] Xiongtai, misunderstanding!

Died _(:з」∠)_ but I feel so uncomfortable... The author likes a boy but...everyone knows how to have a crush..............QAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQ

☆, 29.

This river and lake is always full of love and hatred, swords and swords, some people die and some are reborn in a day.But there is a kind of people, no matter how noisy the outside world is, they are always free and independent, not happy or sad by the outside world.

Their mood is indifferent, their hearts are like still water, and their strong strength allows them to stand on the top of the mountain, enjoy the admiration of thousands of people, and enjoy the company of no one - which makes them lonely.

Happy alone, sad alone, even live alone, die alone.

Baiyun City, which is located overseas, ushered in a distinguished and special guest that day. It was also a guest who made the residents of Baiyun City feel strange but familiar. They had never seen it before, but it seemed that they had seen it countless times.

And when their city lord came out to greet them in person, the residents in the city suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

This guest is too similar to their city lord, not because of the similar appearance, the appearance of the two can be said to be completely different, but because of the feeling of loneliness - dressed in white, holding a sword, standing quietly somewhere , without saying a word, calm and indifferent, as if standing on the top of a snow mountain, cold and ruthless, unaccompanied.

But some people were surprised to find that there was still a difference between the two.

Wearing the same white clothes, their city lord's clothes are flying, and there are phantoms as they walk, possessing the grace and magnanimity that a city lord should have. Although it is a simple white dress, it makes people feel luxurious like a nine-day celestial being, out of reach; And this guest is like a cold plum on a snow mountain, dressed in white like snow, indifferent and ruthless, like a red plum blooming in the ice and snow, attracting others, but stopping in the cold environment where the red plum grows on the way, leaving him alone I've been living in the cold, so that now it hurts at the touch of a finger.

Ye Gucheng.

Simon blows snow.

The rain falls on the window sill, the rain curtain is thin and silent, and the leaves on the branches shake off the ground one after another. The fog gradually fills the sky and the earth, the fog is like rain, the rain is like fog, and the distant mountains are hidden in the fog curtain.The slanting wind brought drizzle into the house through the wide open window, and it fell on the table, making it wet.

Inside the house, incense was burned to sacrifice the sword, the smoke was lingering, and the white smoke was flying in all directions. It seemed real and unreal, and a bitter aroma surrounded the two of them.

Ximen Chuuxue sat quietly on the chair, wiping his sword with a clean cloth.Ximen Chuuxue's sword didn't have gorgeous decorations, but it was a murderous sword.

Ye Gucheng leaned against the window casement, feeling the coolness of the drizzle on his face, carefully observing this man who was comparable to him.

Ximen Chuuxue is still dressed in white, the simple and neat style is calm and cold, especially when he is holding a sword, sometimes Ye Gucheng can't tell which is a sword and which is a person, maybe the sword is People, people are swords.

He is also a swordsman, and his swordsmanship is rarely rivaled, but he has never known whether he is better than Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue once asked him a question: "Do you know the essence of the sword?"

I still remember Ximen Chuuxue's answer: "Ye Cheng."

"Sincere?"

"Only with sincerity and righteousness can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Those who are dishonest are not good enough to talk about swords."

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him and said, "You are dishonest."

Thinking of this, Ye Gucheng shrank his pupils again, and turned his head slightly to look out the window, "Ximen Chuuxue, what is sincerity?"

The person who was wiping paused for a moment, then slowly repeated the previous action, "Don't ask."

The simple three words, others may be baffled, even a little angry, but Ye Gucheng knows what he means, because he is dishonest, so don't you need to know?Ximen Chuuxue, you are so proud.

Ximen Chuuxue is proud, he proudly guards the word 'swordsmanship' and does not allow anyone who desecrates it to exist.

Ye Gucheng closed the window, walked gently to the opposite side of Ximen Chuuxue, sat down slowly, and asked again: "What is sincerity?"

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him, "Sincerity is sincerity, sincerity is with people, and sincerity is with swords. Those who have distracting thoughts in their hearts must be dishonest."

"How does Master Ximen feel about his sword skills?"

"It is the best in the world."

"Then why am I dishonest?"

"If you are sincere, you will never have a limit. If you are not sincere, you will stop."

"The owner of Ximen is Cheng himself?" Ye Gucheng looked at him, "I don't know who is better between the two of us."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded: "Try it and you will know."

Ye Gucheng's ink-like eyes suddenly burst out with fighting intent.

Ximen Chuuxue, sincerity and insincerity are not up to you.

The author has something to say: ... I don't know if this CP has written Beng_(:з"∠)_ I want to start a new article and delete all the previous ones... Great idea!

☆, 30.

Speaking of Ximen Chuuxue, people will think of Ye Gucheng, who is far away overseas, and they always put the two together unconsciously, which seems to have become a characterization.

Ximen Fuxue was delighted to have an opponent comparable to him, although he didn't let others see it.Ximen Chuuxue has reached the peak of Jianmen, and he is invincible. He has tasted the taste of loneliness. At this time, Ye Gucheng is nothing but a kind of salvation for him.

Wouldn't it be a great pity if a person had no opponent.

But these two people have never competed, and which one is higher has always been a question in the world.

The same aloofness, the same white clothes, the same superb swordsmanship.

At this time, the two finally had a chance - in Baiyun City.

After choosing a spacious place, Ye Gucheng sent his servants and told them not to come in, completely isolating the outside world.The competition between them should be a noble ceremony, a ceremony closer to the way of swordsmanship, and should not be watched or even judged like monkeys.

The place is very empty, the soil is hard, and there are no oversized stones or disturbing weeds. Ye Gucheng waited in one place with a sword, not impatient, angry, or anxious. Ximen Chuuxue's sincerity in treating the sword is obvious to all. Whether it is the pursuit of "sincerity" in the way of swordsmanship or the little habit of bathing before killing, Ye Gucheng thinks this is very good, the sword should be treated like this, and the person who treats the sword like this is even better.

Ximen Chuuxue walked over slowly with a sword in hand, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground and made a "zaza" sound. Ye Gucheng felt his blood gradually boil with the sound of "zaza"...it was hard to resist.The closer that person gets to him, the harder it is for him to control.

The sword was also trembling slightly.

Ximen Chuixue walked over indifferently, and stopped facing Ye Gucheng, the corners of his capable white clothes fluttered lightly, his jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, and that knife-like face looked particularly attractive at this moment...