Immortal sword edge

Although he knew that such an idea was absurd, he still jumped out lightly.

The white fox shook its big, fluffy tail and walked forward with its calves again. Then, as if realizing that he hadn't followed, he turned around and let out a low growl of dissatisfaction.

Now Tang Mu understood completely, the fox raised by Ximen was really human.

With this knowledge, his curiosity was aroused, where does it want to take him?

A fox and a person walked forward one after the other, but there was no one on the road.This is also what Tang Mu admires most, because the owner is quiet, and the servants of Wanmei Villa have practiced hidden skills, and they will never come out to be an eyesore when there is no need on weekdays, and their work efficiency is also extremely high.

Tang Mu followed the white fox all the way to a small courtyard.The area of ​​Wanmei Villa is definitely not small. Although he has lived here for three months, he is not familiar with the whole villa. At least he has never been to this yard.

A white light flashed across the corner of his eyes, and the white fox that was still in front of him just now has rushed into a room with a whoosh.

He paused, opened the door and walked in.

This place seems to be a place for sundries, a few pieces of furniture, a row of bookshelves, empty.Although the room was fairly clean, it wasn't popular at all. Obviously, someone just came here to clean it regularly.

Tang Mu went to the bookshelf and looked through it. There were not many books here, but there were also many. There were even a few orphan books, but they were thrown here by the owner. They did have a bit of Ximen's personality.

Putting down the book in his hand, he walked around the room, but found no trace of the white fox.He frowned, and searched again. He didn't miss any corner, but he didn't even see a fox fur.

Tsk!He laughed at himself, could it be that he was played by a fox? !

After looking around for the last time, he turned around and was about to leave, but the footsteps he had just lifted stopped at the next moment.

It was a boxy nanmu box, not too big, but not too small, with a corner of red clothes protruding from the sealed box mouth.

He raised his eyebrows curiously, and walked over slowly.The box was firmly locked with a rusty iron lock, but he couldn't help it. He held the iron lock and twisted it lightly, and the iron lock fell to the ground with a snap.

The lid of the wooden box was slowly opened, and a fiery red came into the eyes.

It was a wedding dress, with wide sleeves and long ju, with the acacia pattern outlined in dark lines, and the cross-necked mandarin ducks symbolizing love and concentricity.The hem of the fiery red clothes slipped from his fingers, it was dazzlingly red, and it was indescribably festive and auspicious.

High-quality fabrics, exquisite embroidery, whose favorite clothes are these?

He held the skirt of his clothes, shook it lightly, and with a bang, something fell to the ground.

Moving his gaze down, what came into his eyes was a red wedding invitation and a palm-sized jade card.

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Ling Xiao lay quietly on the branch, a pair of dark eyes stared at the opposite door without blinking, and his big furry tail poured down like mercury.

After a long time, the sun had already set, and a burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the dark room.

There was no hint of joy in the laughter, but endless ridicule and sarcasm, and it was unknown who they were mocking, or who they were laughing at!

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In the dimness of the house, smoke was rising, and an unknown cold fragrance was wafting.

Ye Gucheng sat cross-legged on the couch, letting the maid beside him wash him, apply medicine, and wrap his back with a thick bandage.

The wound under his ribs was deep and painful. He hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time. Gong Jiu's martial arts is indeed very strong, he can be called a formidable opponent!

He put on a snow-white coat, took a sip of the tea handed over by the maid.

At this moment, strings of beaded curtains were pulled open, and a strong man in a black jacket walked in, handed over a letter respectfully, and said: "News from Baiyun City, Wanmei Villa Arrived at Feixian Island a few days ago."

Ye Gucheng was startled, opened the letter and quickly scanned it, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Prepare your horse, go back to Baiyun City!"

Hearing this, the man hesitated for a moment, and said, "But the injury of the city lord..."

Ye Gucheng's expression darkened, and he said, "No problem!"

The man didn't dare to persuade him any more, he said yes, and hurriedly withdrew.

Ye Gucheng waved away the maid, and sat alone on the soft couch, tightly holding the letter in his hand, looking down in thought.

Feixian Island, Baiyun City.

After many years, setting foot on this land again, Ximen Chuuxue's heart is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface.

The person who received him was the butler of Baiyun City, but it was not the old butler who seemed to be confused but was actually shrewd and liked nagging many years ago, but an old-fashioned and serious middle-aged man.

Everything has changed!Even the main road in the city has been renovated several times.

Ye Gucheng is not in the city, and has not returned since he went out. When he asked about his whereabouts, the housekeeper shook his head and refused.

This was absolutely impossible in the past. Whenever he wanted to, he could learn the whereabouts of the other party from the mouth of the smiling old housekeeper.

Ximen Chuuxue was not angry, nor did he have the position to be angry, the only thing he could do was to remain silent.

He retreated from the housekeeper who followed him tremblingly, and he walked alone on the forest path. The climate in the South China Sea was humid, and the light rain that had been raining for several days had just stopped, and the clouds broke through, revealing a warm orange light.

The sound of waves crashing on the shore was heard in the distance, Ximen Chuixue took a few quick steps, and turned a corner skillfully, and the magnificent sea appeared in front of him.

This is the place where Ye Gucheng practiced his sword. Usually few people come here. He has lived in Baiyun City for more than a year, so he is no stranger to this place.

Countless mornings or evenings, they practice swords here, fight moves, talk about swordsmanship, or do nothing, just enjoy the sunrise and sunset, the tide rises and falls back to back.Such a day is not unhappy, but it will never be possible in this life!

Ximen Chuuxue stood by the seaside with his hands behind his back, the sound of waves in his ears, and the endless blue water with no end in sight.

The sea breeze was blowing in front of her, lifting her jet-black hair and snow-white clothes.He stood there quietly, like a puppet carved from ice and snow.

Suddenly, he moved, and the long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the light of the horse-like sword streaked across the air. The next moment, he appeared on the sea like walking on flat ground.

There was a sound of swords, and the water mist was hazy.The man in white clothes and black hair holding a sword dances, with sword aura soaring to the sky, like a peerless God of War, carrying overwhelming killing intent and cold aura.

The turquoise sea water was rolled up by the huge sword energy, rolling towards the sky like a water dragon, Ximen Chuixue flew across the sky, and the long sword in his hand drew brilliant sparks on the steep stone wall.

When he landed, the water waves above his head exploded suddenly, the water splashed in all directions, and it flew down like rain, wetting his face, his hair, and his snow-white clothes.

Ximen Chuuxue left step by step, with firm steps, and on the steep stone wall behind him, there was a big broken character, vigorous, powerful and proud.

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Ye Gucheng rode fast, heading south all the way, without even taking a good rest on the way.He didn't know why he was in such a hurry, but he always felt that there was a fire in his heart that was constantly urging him.

Ao Lianmin's words don't regret flashed through his mind from time to time, so he wondered if he could tell him after this meeting, let's try together, just like before.

Thinking of the joyful smile he might have at that time, his mood inexplicably improved, and then the journey became more urgent, even the wound under his ribs burst open again, and he ignored it.

On the noisy pier, he boarded the boat in Baiyun City and set sail for the sea, heading back to the island, thinking only of giving the man a surprise.But he didn't know it when he left. Just half an hour after his boat had gone, a passenger boat slowly entered the ferry. On the boat, a lonely man dressed in white and with a long sword hanging from his waist walked slowly on the deck. down...