[Comprehensive wear] Flower blowing sword

The candle lights in the small building were not extinguished because the guests had not left.

Lu Xiaofeng is still in a state of madness, he has already walked around the Huamanlou building seven times.

And I have no intention of stopping.

The teapot was already empty, Hua Manlou put down the teacup and said, "Lu Xiaofeng, now I have to chase someone away."

Lu Xiaofeng finally stopped, and he sat down opposite Huamanlou a little dejectedly.

He was really stimulated, and he was a little weak even to speak, "Hua Man Lou, I'm here today to tell you something."

"What's the matter?" Hua Manlou asked.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Huo Tianqing invited us to be our guests."

Huo Tianqing is the manager of the Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion, and the owner of the Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion is Yan Tieshan.

One of the three they were looking for.

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Lu Xiaofeng, I think you should remember what I said a few days ago."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, "Of course I remember, but this time there is one more person who will go."

Hua Manlou put the teapot and cups aside and asked, "Who?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled slightly, "Ximen Chuuxue."

It was already dark, but Ximen Chuuxue didn't sleep.

He lay flat on the bed, motionless, and his cold eyes were closed.

His breathing was even, as if he was asleep.

But he didn't sleep, and he wasn't as calm as he looked, on the contrary, his heart was in a mess.

He was thinking about spending a lot of money.

No one has ever been able to stay in his heart for such a long time.

If Huamanlou knew that Ximen Chuuxue was thinking about him at this moment, he would be very happy.

But Hua Manlou didn't know that he was talking to Lu Xiaofeng right now, "Huo Tianqing also invited Ximen Chuuxue?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, "He didn't invite Ximen Chuuxue, but I did."

Hua Manlou raised an eyebrow.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his stubble, and said: "Ximen Chuuxue promised to help me, not to mention Yan Tieshan is a treacherous person, so he must go back."

Hua Manlou sighed, "Okay."

This may be the only way for him to see Ximen Chuuxue at this stage.

As the night deepened, Ximen Chuuxue turned over.

A cicada's cry came from outside the door.

Ximen Chuuxue's heart slowly calmed down, he was really going to sleep this time.

The orange lights in the small building went out.

Hua Manlou sniffed the faint plum fragrance on her body, and slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, he saw a person as pure white as ice and snow.

The corners of Hua Manlou's mouth curled up unconsciously.

The darkness is over, and the dawn is clear.

Huamanlou sat alone in front of the window, and the flowers in the morning still smelled of grass.

Huamanlou got up early, but it didn't mean he didn't sleep well.

Instead, he slept soundly, and he had a sweet dream.

This dream was so beautiful that he had to wake up.

Although the reality is not as beautiful as the dream, but at least it is real, isn't it?Hua Manlou asked himself back, because he was secretly regretting.

He should have had such a beautiful dream for a while longer.

Unfortunately, dreams are dreams after all.

Ximen Chuuxue would not smile at him like that, nor would Ximen Chuuxue kiss him, nor would he be able to see Ximen Chuuxue's beautiful smile.

Hua Manlou thought, even if it was like being in a dungeon, it would be good to see such a blurred image.

He didn't know that everything he dreamed in his dream would come true in the near future.

Including his eyes.

Not only can he see blurry images, but he can also see clearly.

Wanmei Villa left a guest, and a new guest came.

After resting overnight, Ye Gucheng has fully recovered.

He strolled in Wanmei Villa, surrounded by blooming flowers, he couldn't help picking one, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

The scent of flowers is tangy.

Ye Gucheng smiled contentedly.

Wanmei Villa is very quiet, and people are rarely even seen walking around.

Ye Gucheng suddenly heard a melodious flute sound.

The sound of the flute curled up, as if it came from a distant place, but it felt so close.

Ye Gucheng couldn't help closing his eyes and listening quietly.

The sound of the flute was clear, elegant, but cold.

But that kind of cooling is not icy cold, but like the spring and autumn wind blowing over the skin, it is cool and pleasant.

Ye Gucheng dropped the flowers in his hand and walked in the direction of the sound of the flute.

Ye Gucheng stopped slowly.

He had seen the piper.

The man stood under the willow tree with his back to him, his robe was snow-white without any stains, but the long hair hanging down to his waist was jet black.

For a moment, Ye Gucheng seemed to see a large expanse of ice and snow.

It was cold and piercing, but it was beautiful for no reason.

Ye Gucheng looked at the back of Ximen Chuuxue, and he felt that he seemed drunk to the sound of his flute.

The sound of the flute gradually drifted away.

Ximen Chuuxue turned to look at Ye Gucheng, "The city lord is fine."

Ye Gucheng restrained his thoughts, smiled lightly and said, "Thanks to the owner for taking care of me."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, he pinned the flute to his waist, and said indifferently: "Since the city lord is safe, I want to learn the city lord's swordsmanship."

Ximen Chuuxue's sword is in his hand, and Ye Gucheng's sword is also in his hand.

As a swordsman, the sword is naturally inseparable from the body.

Ye Gucheng nodded solemnly, "Ye has long wanted to learn the sword skills of Master Ximen."

Huamanlou had nothing to do at this time.

He has watered the flowers, and each flower is covered with crystal drops.

He was lying on the bamboo chair at the moment, surrounded by the flowers he had carefully cultivated, each one was bright and fragrant, but Huamanlou felt a little lack of interest.

He couldn't wait to see Ximen Chuuxue again.

The spring breeze blows and the willow leaves shake.

The sound of the sword tip sliding across the blade was extremely ear-piercing.

Their swords were very fast, so fast that they could only see two white figures and two sword lights flashing from time to time.

Willow Ye's swaying rereading got bigger.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword passed against Ye Gucheng's waist, and Ye Gucheng's sword also brushed against Ximen Chuuxue's shoulder.

Catkins fly.

The two intertwined white figures separated, and Ximen Chuuxue stood opposite Ye Gucheng.

Their clothes are all white, not stained with dust.

Ximen Chuuxue put away his sword, and said calmly: "The city lord is good at swordsmanship, but I want to learn about the city lord's Flying Immortal."

Ye Gucheng said with a smile: "Maybe one day, I will also experience the murderous sword of Master Ximen."

Ximen Chuuxue's Killing Sword and Ye Gucheng's Heavenly Flying Immortal are deadly swordsmanship.

This kind of swordsmanship will only have two results, either you die, or I die.

However, those who have experienced their sword skills are all dead.

The shaking wicker gradually stopped.

Ye Gucheng chuckled and said, "I've disturbed the owner of the Ximen Villa these few days, and Ye Mou will leave."

"En." Ximen Chuuxue nodded, his people had disappeared under the willow tree.

Ye Gucheng watched him from a distance until his figure gradually melted into a small white spot.

Ye Gucheng held the sword and showed an unclear smile.

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