Immortal sword edge

The sky was clear and cloudless.

When the autumn wind gradually rises, the withered and yellow leaves leave the branches, whirl and fall to the ground, and the ground has already been covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves.

The quiet path is winding and winding, quiet and silent, only occasionally one or two birdsong, crisp and melodious, beautiful and pleasant, I don't know what kind of species it is.

The rockery on both sides of the winding path is rugged and the trees are shaded. When the sun above the head shines down, there is only a faint light and shadow.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps. At the end of the path, a woman in a bright red dress was walking towards this side with a food box in her hand. With her movements, it swayed slightly, making a pleasant sound.

Suddenly, she frowned, and instantly raised her head to look into the distance, and then, the crimson figure had disappeared in place.

Behind the mountain, the secret room.

The heavy stone door opened slowly, and the sound of rumbling was endless.A tall, slender figure in white clothes Shengxue slowly walked out.

The bright sun shone on his face, his skin, which had not seen the sun for a long time, was almost translucent white, his white clothes, and snow-skinned skin made his eyebrows and eyes even blacker like black jade.

The sword aura soaring to the sky was cold and cold, just like the long sword with a black sheath that he never left his body, but it returned to calm in just a moment.

Han Shuying watched from a distance, before bowing his knees and saluting after a while: "After one year of retreat, the owner's swordsmanship has improved to a higher level, and it is almost perfect. Congratulations to the owner."

Ximen Chuuxue blinked his eyes, his ice sculpture-like face showed no expression, a year of retreat not only made his swordsmanship more refined, but also made him more ruthless.Otherwise, he wouldn't be so indifferent to Han Shuying, one of his relatives, although he wouldn't ask for warmth like ordinary people, at least the brows would soften a little!

He raised his eyes, looked at the blue sky in the distance, and the row of geese flying to the south in the shape of an adult, and said inexplicably, "It's time."

Then, with his hands behind his back, he went far away in the blink of an eye.

Only Han Shuying stood there alone, and for some reason, there was a thrilling feeling!

The rain is coming from the wind!

The second year of Ruicheng, September.

Ximen Chuuxue, the owner of Wanmei Villa, personally wrote a battle post, inviting Ye Gucheng, the owner of Baiyun City, to a duel in Zijin Mountain.

The news was like thunder and lightning, sweeping across the rivers and lakes in an instant.

The entire Jianghu is boiling, as long as it is a martial arts practitioner, who would want to miss the peak duel between the two sword masters today? !No one will be willing to miss it! !

All of a sudden, countless martial arts practitioners flocked to the capital.

Feixian Island, Baiyun City.

The blue sea is vast and boundless, with the sound of waves, a small boat stays alone on the sea surface, shaking gently with the tide.

The man in white sat quietly on the bow of the boat, holding a fishing rod, his demeanor was calm and firm as a rock.It seemed that nothing in this world could break his silence at this moment.

When Huo Tianqing arrived, he saw such a scene.He pursed his lips, stood quietly by the sea, and did not make a sound to disturb.

Until the sun sets, under the orange glow, the broad sea reflects sparkling waves.

Ye Gucheng walked off the boat with a bucket in his hand. There were several fish in the bucket, which he caught all afternoon. They were not dead yet, and they were swimming leisurely in the water.

He shook the wooden barrel in his hand, and said lightly: "The harvest is good today, I will treat you to fish later."

Huo Tianqing originally came here full of thoughts, but he couldn't help but be affected by his relaxed and indifferent attitude, and his heavy heart was slightly dispelled.

He laughed and said, "That's a blessing for me."

The two chatted and laughed, and Huo Tianqing finally couldn't help asking: "There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the city lord and the Ximen villa lord will have a decisive battle in Zijin Mountain, but is it true?"

Ye Gucheng shook his head, and before Huo Tianqing breathed a sigh of relief, he heard him say: "It's not Zijin Mountain, but the deep palace, the top of the Forbidden City!"

Huo Tianqing was completely stunned. He stared blankly at the man beside him, with an expression of disbelief, "The top of the Forbidden City?! Are you crazy? You know very well that doing so may scare the snake, which is very important to our plan." unfavorable!"

Ye Gucheng remained silent, and changed the location of the duel to the Forbidden Top. Even if he is the emperor teacher, he will be blamed by others. No one knows why he did this, even Ximen Chuuxue will not know. Some things, as long as he Just be clear about it yourself.

Huo Tianqing patted his forehead, and then said: "Leaving aside this matter for now, is the City Lord sure of winning this duel?"

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "The duel is not over, no one can guarantee that they will win, and I am no exception! Besides, my opponent is Ximen Chuuxue!" Just this name alone is an existence that makes most people fear.

Hearing this, Huo Tianqing almost gritted his teeth and said, "Then why did you agree to this duel?!"

Ye Gucheng lowered his eyes, looked at his empty palm, and said after a while, "I'm a swordsman."

"Swordsman?!" Huo Tianqing sneered, "But you are not only a swordsman, you are also an emperor teacher and the Lord of Baiyun City. Do you want to give up that plan?"

Ye Gucheng picked up the bucket containing the fish, turned and left, leaving only a faint voice ringing in his ears, "If I die, the plan will stop."

"Ye Gucheng!" Huo Tianqing was really angry, this was the first time he was so disrespectful to him, and it was also the first time he lost his composure.

what is this? !His allegiance, his assistant, his ambition disappeared in such an understatement?He is not reconciled, absolutely not reconciled!

Ye Gucheng naturally heard the angry growl, but he didn't look back. No one can change what he has decided, no one can!

In the south of the Yangtze River, Baihualou is full of flowers.

Huamanlou has always had a strong love for flowers, just as he loves all life.

At dusk, he always likes to sit in front of the window under the setting sun, stroking the soft petals like his lover's lips, and enjoying the wonderful fragrance of flowers like his lover's breath.

It was dusk now, the setting sun was warm and the evening wind was soft.

But he didn't feel the beauty of flowers blooming as usual.

His brows were furrowed, full of worry.

At this time, there were two footsteps downstairs, one fast and one slow.

The usually calm Hua Manlou stood up all of a sudden, looking straight at the person with empty eyes.

"How?" he asked anxiously.

Lu Xiaofeng who was walking in front had a rare cold face, and he said: "The news is correct, they are indeed going to duel, even the date has been set, September [-]th, the top of the Forbidden City!"

"What the hell is going on, aren't they friends?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "They are indeed friends, but they are also swordsmen, and they are the top swordsmen in the world. A swordsman will always want to compete with another swordsman."

The small building fell silent. Ao Lianmin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "I want to go to Wanmei Villa."

Lu Xiaofeng forgot to give him a look, and said: "Ximen will not give up on this duel, no one will give up if anyone persuades him."

"I know." Ao Lianmin said in a deep voice, "It's just that there are some things I have to figure out."

Bright eyes flashed a complex light that no one could understand...

The capital, the imperial palace.

In the solemn imperial study room, a young man in a bright yellow dragon robe tapped lightly on the table. There was a notebook in front of him, a memorial written by Ye Gucheng himself and delivered from Baiyun City at a fast pace.

The excerpt is very simple, just a few lines, borrowing from him the Chongde Hall for one night, and using it as the venue for the decisive battle between him and Ximen Chuuxue.

With a blank expression on his handsome face, he got up, picked up the memorial, and walked out.

Swinging back the people following behind, the bright yellow figure gradually disappeared into the night alone...

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I went to my grandma's house today to pay New Year's greetings, and I just came back, everyone~~