Immortal sword edge

Lights and shadows flickered among the plum forests, sword qi crisscrossed, and green leaves danced with the wind.

The young man in white drew out his sword for the last time, and the snow-white light sank into the scabbard.

Wiping the sweat off his brow casually, he jumped up and headed towards the hot spring in the backyard.

When he came out again, he had already changed into a suit of clothes, which was still as white as snow, and his wet black hair was loosely scattered behind his head.

The woman in red came from a distance, and what she handed over was a plain white letter paper with the imprint of flowing clouds.

A smile curved on his always cold face, as if the ice and snow had melted.

The slender fingertips rubbed the cover for a long time before slowly opening it. The letter paper is not long, with black letters on a white background, and a strong character.

In a few sentences, I wrote some trivial things in life and my understanding of kendo. At the end, I even wrote: I wake up to practice swords in the morning, and suddenly feel the vast mist, boundless. I only hope that one day, I will share it with you.

He read it word by word several times and almost recited silently before putting the paper back into the envelope, then took a brocade box from the bookshelf, opened it carefully, and there was a thick stack of envelopes neatly stacked inside.

Putting the letter in his hand in the brocade box as well, he spread out the paper and took a pen to reply.

As soon as he wrote a few words, he crushed the plain white paper and threw it away, then spread it on another sheet, and then threw it away with pen and ink. He repeated this several times before he finished writing a letter.

Finally, he sealed the letter with sealing varnish. He touched the plain white paper, and a slight smile appeared in his dark eyes.

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When the evening approached, an important guest came to the village, and Ao Lianyun personally received him.

As the wedding was approaching and the guests came one after another, Ao's house was almost full of people, so Ao Lianyun arranged people in the west courtyard where Ximen Chuuxue lived.

Lu Xiaofeng was a restless person, when he heard that there was another guest in the west courtyard, he dragged Ximen Chuuxue to see it.

So as soon as Ao Lianyun led the people into the west courtyard, he ran into the two of them head-on.

The midnight-like pupils and the amber pupils looked at each other, and suddenly tightened, and an undercurrent that no one knew was surging deep in the seemingly peaceful pupils.

Ao Lianyun smiled and gave a brief introduction to both parties, and because he was too busy to get away, he left quickly.

Although Lu Xiaofeng is a troublesome person, but sometimes it is absolutely impossible without him, such as this moment!

In the quiet and strange atmosphere of the two icebergs, he was the only one who was able to maintain a calm expression as if nothing had happened.

Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City? !Sure enough, he lived up to his reputation, dressed in white and with a wooden crown, awe-inspiring and noble, a person similar to Ximen but completely different!

Just why does he look so familiar?

Smart eyes turned back and forth between the two, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "I remember, aren't you the boy from back then? The one who had a good relationship with Ximen? No wonder I looked at You look so familiar! So you are Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City!"

Neither of them spoke, but the stiff and weird atmosphere between them really didn't match up with a good relationship. No matter how nervous Lu Xiaofeng was, he could still sense that something was wrong between the two of them.

He coughed dryly and asked cautiously, "What's the matter with you? Did you quarrel?"

The moment the words just came out of his mouth, even he himself thought it was funny, sorry for his lack of imagination, he really couldn't imagine what it would be like for two icebergs to quarrel, or could they quarrel? !

Ximen Chuuxue tilted his head, and gave him a cold look. With that look, even though Lu Xiaofeng was used to his coldness, he still shivered from the cold.

Although I don't know where I offended him, but my intuition tells him, it's better to leave early!And he has always trusted his intuition!

So, Lu Xiaofeng left in an instant, and before he left, he didn't forget to say hello: "See you, City Lord Ye! I'll buy you a drink next time!"

There was silence in the courtyard, the two of them seemed to be competing with whose concentration was better, neither of them opened their mouths to speak, and the breeze blowing lifted their snow-white clothes.

"I haven't seen you for many years." Ye Gucheng's voice was calm, at least it was calm to the other party's ears, "Master, are you here all right?"

His fingertips covered by his sleeves trembled slightly, and he replied: "Thanks to your concern, I am lucky to be safe."

After a short question and answer, they seemed to have nothing to say to each other.

So, one person goes to the left, one person goes to the right, and the two run in opposite directions.

The night is dark, and a lamp is like a bean.

He has a regular schedule, and usually falls asleep at this time, but today he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

The chubby fox covered in white all of a sudden jumped on top of him and was hugged tightly by him.

The long and slender fingers combed the long fur again and again. After a long time, he said softly: "Maomao, I saw him today."

Ling Xiao flicked his tail, and snorted softly, [I know, who else in this world can make you so uneasy besides him? ! 】

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the lights on the table, lost in thought.

It's not that I didn't think about the scene when I met him again. After all, although the world is vast, a person's life is so long. As long as the two are still alive, there will be a day when they will meet again.

He thought that what he could look down on, the most powerful thing in this world is always time, no matter how unforgettable the memory is, it is vulnerable to time.When they met again, he even thought that if the two of them could look at each other with a smile and then pass each other, it might not be a better ending.

It's just that ten years seems to be too little time. The long separation made him think that he had already forgotten, but at the moment of the sudden reunion, those long-term memories were still clearly imprinted in his mind, making him turbulent. There is no longer the peace of the past.

The night was as cold as water, and that person lived not far from him. The distance between the two of them was only two rooms. It was the closest to each other in the past ten years, but so what?

He lowered his eyes slightly, his straight back was reflected on the window paper, he was alone, especially lonely.

Ye Gucheng stood behind the window with his hands behind his back, his amber eyes quietly looking at the thin shadow.After a long, long time, the shadow of Jiu's moon slanted to the west, and the oil lamp on the opposite side had already been extinguished, so he looked back and turned around.

The snow-white sleeves rippled in the air, and the deep eyes were suddenly sharp, shooting straight ahead.

Sitting upright on the smooth nanmu table is a fat, white fox with a round figure. The snow-white fur glows warmly under the light, and the big fluffy tail swings from side to side behind him, sweeping back and forth.

Those eyes, those slender and dark eyes were like fine gemstones, with a faint luster, in this quiet dark night, they gave him a sense of inscrutability.

He took a step forward, staring quietly with two pairs of eyes, one person and one fox.

Ye Gucheng naturally knew that this fox was that person's pet, but he was surprised that it could quietly appear behind him without disturbing him.

His right hand paused in the air, and then slowly moved towards the white fox. Ling Xiao didn't dodge or dodge, and obediently let him hold himself in his arms.

The slender eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at the aloof face above, as if looking into the depths of his soul through that skin.

Ye Gucheng gently stroked the smooth fur of the white fox, his deep eyes made it hard to see what he was thinking.And he naturally didn't see that a golden light spit out from the white fox's mouth, circled around the little finger of his right hand a few times, and then disappeared.

After finishing all this, Ling Xiao suddenly jumped out of his arms, jumped onto the window, his dark eyes turned back to look at him for the last time, and a low moan of unknown meaning came out from his throat, and then, with a flash of white shadow, he was already Disappeared in the dark night.

With Ye Gucheng's eyesight, he naturally saw that white light that was so fast that it left an afterimage leaped into the opposite bedroom.After contemplating for a moment, he closed the window, undressed and went to sleep. Whether he could sleep or not was another matter.

Early the next morning, Lu Xiaofeng came to Ye Gucheng for a drink with a wine jug.

He is no stranger to this four-browed Lu Xiaofeng, after all, his reputation in the Jianghu is not much worse than that of the sword fairy Ye Gucheng.

And I have to say that Lu Xiaofeng is not only a little playful, a little glib, easy to cause trouble and a little nosy, he is definitely a likable person.As long as he is willing, no one can resist his charm.

At least Ye Gucheng didn't hate him, nor did he hate drinking with him.

"I thought you didn't know how to drink." Lu Xiaofeng laughed brightly: "Ximen never drinks."

The hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, Ye Gucheng said: "It's not that he doesn't drink, it's just that he rarely drinks."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Didn't it mean that swordsmen can't drink alcohol? I heard it will affect the speed of drawing their swords."

"Indeed!" Ye Gucheng nodded and admitted, "It's just a man but he can't drink."

Lu Xiaofeng slapped the table and laughed, "That's right! How can a man not drink?! A man who can't drink is not a real man, he's a coward! He's a soft bone!" During the conversation, he introduced the other party as a confidant.

Ye Gucheng swayed, avoiding the hand he patted on his shoulder, and slowly drank the wine in the glass one by one.

A quarrel between two icebergs

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