[Comprehensive wear] Flower blowing sword

Huamanlou could only smile wryly.

Huang Yaoshi turned around slowly, he naturally noticed this man with two good swords on his back, clean white clothes, and a stern face.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him coldly with firm eyes.

After Ye Gucheng's death, Ximen Chuuxue also felt that his blood had cooled down along with Ye Gucheng's blood.

He was a more respectable opponent than his friends, and his sword was obviously one step faster than his own and died under his own sword.

The powerful enemy is gone, what else in this world can make his blood warm up.

Hua Manlou's heart trembled slightly.

He felt his loneliness from Ximen Chuuxue again.

Hua Manlou suddenly understood that the reason why Ye Gucheng died under Ximen Chuixue's sword was not all because he couldn't live in the first place.

Rather, he knew that if he died under Ximen Chuuxue's sword, then Ximen Chuuxue would always remember him in his heart.

Every time he confronts someone, every time he kills someone, every time he blows the last drop of blood off the sword, all he can think of in his heart is Ye Gucheng.

And every time at this time, Ximen Chuuxue's loneliness is just like his name, lonely and cold.

The bitterness on Huamanlou's face was even heavier, because he knew that he couldn't change all of this.

He is Ximen Chuuxue's lover, and Ye Gucheng is Ximen Chuuxue's most respected opponent.

He is still alive, but Ye Gucheng is dead.

The living are often inferior to the dead.

Ye Gucheng, you have won. On this point, I am willing to bow down.

Because I don't want to die, I don't want to die under Ximen Chuixue's sword, I don't want to leave him alone.

Huang Yaoshi looked at Ximen Chuuxue slightly fascinated.

He doesn't look very old, but Huang Yaoshi knows that this person's swordsmanship is definitely a master of one by one.

Because in him, he saw the same thing as the people around him, loneliness.

That is the loneliness that only a top expert will have.

Huang Yaoshi remembered what Zhou Botong once said to him.

He said, if one day you meet a white-clothed swordsman who wants to compete with you in swordsmanship, you must not agree to him.

Because his sword is a murderous sword, and you will die under his sword.

Huang Yaoshi snorted at that time, he was an arrogant and unruly person, he had traveled the rivers and lakes for decades, and only lost to two people.

It was Huashan who lost to Wang Chongyang, the supernatural power in Huashan, and Zhou Botong who traveled by his side.

Although he is not obsessed with swords, his Yuxiao swordsmanship is also unique in the world.

How to die under the sword of one person.

However, he didn't understand until now when he saw Ximen Chuuxue.

What Zhou Botong said was true.

If he really competed with this young man, he would lose, and once he lost, he would die.

Because for a person like this who has been pursuing the way of the sword all his life, feeding the sword with blood is the highest respect for the sword in his hand.

"I won't fight swords with you," Huang Yaoshi said calmly, "Because I don't want to die by your sword yet."

As soon as his words came out, everyone present except Zhou Botong and Hua Manlou were shocked.

Huang Yaoshi is one of the five masters, and he is already a top master in the Jianghu, but now he actually said that he would lose to a young swordsman who is unknown in the Jianghu?

If this sentence hadn't come from Huang Yaoshi himself, no one would have believed it.

"Daddy!" Huang Rong asked in shock, "You said you would lose to him?"

Huang Yaoshi nodded and shook his head again, "If it's just swordsmanship, I will definitely lose. If it's anything else, I don't know, and I don't hope to know one day."

Because on that day, either you will die or I will die.

Huang Rong secretly glanced at Ximen Chuuxue, and asked softly, "Daddy, is his swordsmanship really that powerful?"

Huang Yaoshi nodded solemnly, "If there is anyone in this world whose swordsmanship can win him, I can only think of one person." He cast a vague glance at Zhou Botong, and said in a deep voice, "That is , seek defeat alone!"

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes immediately shone brightly, but after a while, the light in his eyes sank again.

"Dugu seeks defeat! But he is already dead!"

That's right, the peerless swordsman who was lonely all his life but only wanted to be defeated had died a hundred years ago.

Huang Yaoshi turned to look at Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong looked back at him calmly, for a moment, Huang Yaoshi smiled coldly.

"I will fight swords with you today, so I will go as far as I can." Ximen Chuuxue said slowly.

Huang Yaoshi raised his eyebrows.

"Island Master Huang, if Ximen really wants to fight someone, he must bathe and burn incense for three days." Hua Manlou also said.

"Why?" Huang Yaoshi asked puzzled.

Hua Manlou sighed, "Because he regards killing as a beautiful and sacred thing, and he dedicates his life to it. Only when killing is he truly alive."

Shock appeared on Huang Yaoshi's face, not only Huang Yaoshi, but everyone's faces showed shock.

How could anyone regard killing as a beautiful and sacred thing?

Because he kills with the sword, because he wants to practice his sword to the heights where the cold is unbearable.

Because he regards the sword as his life, and he dedicated his whole life to the sword in his hand, so even killing people with the sword in his hand is a beautiful and sacred thing.

Zhou Botong also sighed softly, if possible, he really wanted to learn about Ximen Chuuxue's murderous sword.

He didn't know that once upon a time, a white-clothed swordsman also said this sentence to Ximen Chuuxue.

They had a decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City on the night of the full moon. During the process, he kept suppressing Ximen Chuuxue, but in the end he died under the sword of Ximen Chuuxue. He chose a glorious way of death. He combined his glory with All his love was given to him.

But Zhou Botong is not Ye Gucheng, he has someone he loves in his heart, and that person is naturally not Ximen Chuuxue.

If one day there will be a battle between the two of them, what will the ending be like?

Ximen Chuuxue also looked at Huamanlou in shock.

Hua Manlou sighed, "Ximen, although I don't understand your sword, I understand you."

Ximen Chuuxue's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Because he didn't know what to say to him.

He didn't expect that a person who loves life like Hua Manlou actually knows his own sword to kill.

He suddenly felt that his somewhat cold blood was warming up again.

Although the respectable opponent has passed away, there is still a person who loves him and understands him by his side!

Huang Yaoshi kept looking at the two of them, and finally nodded slowly, "Okay."

"Daddy..." Huang Rong pulled Huang Yaoshi's sleeve worriedly.

Huang Yaoshi smiled soothingly and shook his head, "It's okay."

The author has something to say:

I always think of Ximen Chuuxue, the lord of the city, and Huahua expresses that she is very upset--

Come and comfort Huahua with flowers~

The one worn by Zhou Botong is indeed Dugu Qiubai~ Everyone is so smart~