Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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Fubuki, a man as beautiful and handsome as ice and snow.

He was ruthless and loved planting flowers all his life, and he had several hills at a young age.

There are flowers in his mountains, flowers in his courtyard, and a huge sea of ​​flowers outside his house, which is very big and beautiful, almost extending from the front of Wanmei Villa to the size of the gate of Beiyu West Street.Every spring and summer, everything recovers and a hundred flowers bloom. It is a holy place where countless lovers from all over the world make vows.

But all of this, on this day, at this moment, is gone.The lover's vows, the flowers blowing snow, everything disappeared under Brother Jun's overwhelming sword aura.

Ah, how could this be?

It's just a matter of talking between father and son, how could Ah Jun make such rapid progress?He even came up with a new trick.

Chuuxue didn't understand, Chuuxue didn't understand, Chuuxue raised his own questions to A Jun.

Brother Jun thought for a while, and said, "Maybe, because I don't sleep."

What?Do not sleep?After so many days, you still don't sleep?Hearing this, Chuuxue twitched his handsome eyebrows and slanted his eyes, looking at Brother Jun full of condemnation.

As a doctor, although only a part-time doctor, Fuxue would never agree with Brother Jun's unhealthy thoughts.

Chuuxue was very angry, not only because of Huahai's tragic death, but also because of Ah Jun's stubbornness, even if he was lying beside him, he would rather stay awake.

As we all know, Fubuki is a noble and glamorous man.Everyone said that he was like a god who came down from the sky, as if this world of mortals could not cause any waves in his heart.There was never a smile or anger on his face, only a cold look on his face.

However, it is not.Fubuki is just a natural swordsman. He has developed the good qualities that a top swordsman should have since he was a child. He concentrates on practicing swords wholeheartedly, and rarely puts his energy on unnecessary things, such as certain emotional ups and downs. with emoticons.

But, it's just the kind of ups and downs.As a good half-brother, in order to understand Fuxue better, Brother Jun has carefully studied Fuxue's face.He found that Fubuki wasn't expressionless, he just had a small expression.

The kind that is much smaller than the thickness of A Cheng's hair.

But it doesn't matter, who is Brother Jun?Even if the brothers don't have the slightest expression, they can see through their eyes the top sword cultivators who are thinking in their hearts.

It's just a micro-expression that is barely visible to the naked eye, so how can it affect the friendship between Brother Jun and Fuxue?

Brother Jun has already discovered that his good brother Fuxue can not only laugh but also get angry. When he is angry, he really has no expression, but there is a very obvious characteristic, that is, Fuuxue's eyelashes will tremble.

That kind of very slight, very slight tremor like being blown by the wind.

Just like now.

Brother Jun looked at the messy sea of ​​flowers full of flower corpses, then at Fuixue's trembling eyelashes, his heart skipped a beat, he felt guilty for a moment, and immediately became obedient, and without waiting for Chuuxue's orders, he took out a bunch of sacks and packed Chunhua's body.

Chuuxue stared deeply at the tragic death of flowers for a long time, a little sad and a little happy, what was sad was the demise of Huahai, and what was happy was the new expansion of his field.

He, Fuxue, found new seeds this winter. Together with Ah Jun, he found a bunch of brand new seeds in a valley under a certain cliff, which had never been seen before. There were many, many, and they were still translucent.

Time to try new plants.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he pulled out a new sack from Brother Jun's sleeve.

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Fubuki, a swordsman who loves planting.

He really loves to grow flowers.Since he entered the mountain to practice swords, he has found new varieties to plant every year. It has been ten years now, and Wanmei Villa has more than ten flower fields, which completely surround the villa.

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It was already Xiangwu when Chuuxue and Brother Jun returned home.

The flower field is too big, and the two sword repair youths have been working for a long time and haven't seen a quarter of it planted, but Chuuxue said it doesn't matter, spring has just arrived, and the snow in the field has not yet melted, so there is still time to plant slowly.

Both of them are clean people, and when they go out to practice swords on weekdays, they occasionally fight and come back clean, at most, the corners of Chuuxue's white robe are dirty.They usually compete with swords in the back mountain, where there is Fuxue's back garden, and there is a big hot spring inside. Every time Fubuki's clothes get dirty, they will go there to wash them, and when they come out, there will be a clean and good Fubuki .

But this time was different, the two of them had planted flowers for a long time after practicing the sword, and the ground was also covered with half-melted snow, so it was rare to get dusty, even the black clothes on Brother Jun's body could not cover up the dirt.Not to mention Fubuki's white clothes.

As soon as the two teenagers entered the house, the rare mess startled the servants, the maids and sisters rushed up, and even the butler Afu, who settled accounts in the inner courtyard, also rushed out, and his legs and feet soared to lightness kungfu .

This is a rare mud costume blowing snow.Even at the age of seven or eight, when cats and dogs hated it back then, Fubuki was extremely delicate and beautiful.Everyone in the village thought that they would never see Fubuxue rolling in the mud in this life, but they never expected that it would appear in the year when Fuuxue was approaching eighteenth.

God!Dirty fairy blowing snow!There is also the same dirty fairy Ajun!

Everyone was amazed and came to watch.

Ah Fu's eyes were even more red, and he held up the hands of Chuuxue and Ah Jun, "You guys, have you finally learned how to play around?"

The eyes of everyone looking at the two were filled with curiosity and excitement, excited that their young master finally learned the passion and slapstick of a teenager on this day.

However, no.Chuuxue coldly pulled out his hand that was held tightly by Ah Fu, saying that they just planted flowers outside the village.

Cut, grow flowers.Hearing their young master's familiar hobbies, everyone lost interest in an instant, slipped away and dispersed.

Ah Fu felt very regretful, he thought that Chuuxue's meeting with his own father had made up for his childhood regrets, and that Fuuxue finally had the heart of an ordinary child.But, this is just his fantasy, Fuxue is still that glamorous young master, and Fuxue's father is still that unreliable scum.

Hey, Jade Rakshasa, what a crime.

Ah Fu sighed faintly, and led the two teenagers back to the house to change their laundry.

While changing clothes, Fuxue also asked about his scumbag father.

He had known for a long time that his old father was in collusion with Ah Fu.It's not that Ah Fu helped the old father to do things, but that every time Father Yu came to the Central Plains, Ah Fu secretly arranged board and lodging.

It is said that Ah Fu was Father Yu's best partner when he was young, and the two still grew up together, accompanied by a beautiful green plum from the Western Regions.Qingmei and Father Yu have been at odds since childhood, and it all depends on Ah Fu to be the peacemaker.Later, some things happened, Qing Mei married far away, Yu Dae became the leader, and A Fu became a confidant by Yu Dae's side.

But that was a long time ago.Today's Ah Fu is just a middle-aged man who has retired from the world, working as an ordinary housekeeper in Wanmei Villa, and raising the child Chuuxue.

"What about him?" Blowing Snow asked.

Fuxue didn't say it clearly, but Ah Fu knew that "he" was referring to Yu Luocha.

"He's gone." Ah Fu helped Chuuxue straighten his belt, "Do you hate him?"

Fubuki lowered his eyes and said nothing.For him the question made no sense, everything had already happened.He doesn't like to look back and doesn't care about the past.

He doesn't hate Yu Luocha, but he doesn't like it either, even though that man is his father.

Yu Luocha is a scumbag, Chuuxue thought.

"Then if he comes again, would you like to see him?" Ah Fu asked again, "If not, I will stop him outside the village."

Fuxue took a look at Ah Fu, seeming a little surprised.Ah Fu is Yu Luocha's confidant, before and now.But as a confidant, he has shown that he is at odds with Yu Luocha's will.

Is it because of him?Fubuki didn't know, and didn't want to investigate.

He tidied up his clothes, put the sword back on his waist, paused again when he left, and pretended to glance casually at the beam behind Ah Fu, saying, "If he uses his own face, no need."

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Father Yu, who was hiding on the beam of the house, smiled thoughtfully.

It seems that Fuxue is still looking forward to his relatives.

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the next day.

Chuuxue and Brother Jun were having lunch when suddenly a servant in charge of the gate came in a hurry.

"Master!" The servant reported back, "A man from the Western Regions came outside. Uh...it has the appearance of the Central Plains, and the dress of the Western Regions."

The servant looked up at Chuuxue quickly, then lowered his head, faltering, "That man, that man said his surname is Yu...he looks very similar to the young master."

Jade Rakshasa.When the two young men heard this, the name flashed in their minds.

Fuxue's face remained unchanged, and before he put down the chopsticks in his hand, Ah Fu led the people outside the door and walked in.

This time it was different from the usual visits from relatives, Ah Fu was a little stiff, and his face was also very ugly, as if he accidentally stepped on something indescribable when he went out, his face was covered with colorful blue.

Looking again, he was followed by a beautiful lady.She has eyes as beautiful as Fubuki's. Even though she is from the Western Regions, her face is so delicate, even with a moist luster.She looks a lot like Fubuki but is more beautiful.

If Fuxue is like a snow lotus growing in the Tianshan Mountains, it is noble and inviolable.Then she is like a rose in the desert, dazzling and charming, almost no one can take their eyes off after seeing her.

Her lips were painted with bright red lip balm, and she was wearing a dress of a noble lady from the Western Regions, with a thin white waist and slender legs looming in the skirt.A deep blue gemstone hangs from her forehead, and the skirt is also dotted with gold ornaments and fine gemstones, shining and dazzling, but these treasures are just decorations on her body.

Because she is so beautiful, with the innocence of a girl and the sexiness and charm of a mature woman.

"Hello." The woman stretched out her jaded hand painted with Danko, and picked up her hair hanging from her temples and gently brushed it behind her ears.

None of the teenagers at the table spoke or moved, they just looked at her together, quietly, motionless, they didn't even put down the chopsticks in their hands, like sculptures.

The woman looked at the boy who looked very similar to her in the main seat, and raised the corners of her beautiful lips.

"I'm from the Western Regions, and I'm here to find my long-lost son." As she spoke, she let out a melodious chuckle, as if she was wearing a small hook, provocative.

"My surname is Yu." She said.

"You guys can call me Mrs. Yu."

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"Snapped--"

A piercing sound suddenly pierced into Brother Jun's ears.

Brother Jun glanced sideways, and saw that it was Chuuxue, who had never been so emotionally exposed, and even his face turned black.

He stared at the beautiful lady of the Western Regions in front of him, his face was frosty.

Then, he broke the chopsticks in his hand.

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Black-faced Fubuki: ...

Jade Rakshasa.

You still go to hell.