Lonely City without Frost

It was still night, Zuo Wushuang was sitting in the empty lobby of Zuixiang Building, staring at the roof alone in a daze. Occasionally, a guest on the second floor saw her strange posture and kept silent when he opened the door.

The decisive battle should not have started yet, she glanced at the moonlight outside, it was really a full moon night, it was extraordinarily bright.

At noon, Sikong Zhaixing drank with her for an hour, but he got drunk very quickly, and he staggered away after an hour, saying that it would be better to sober up first to watch the decisive battle at night.

At that time, she forgot to keep the secret for a while, and even replied directly that you might not see it, but luckily he didn't care.

Anyway, tonight is September [-]th, so many grievances and grievances should come to an end tonight.

And after she lay down for less than half an hour, her tiredness completely dissipated, and she was a little terribly awake.

Tonight, the Zuixiang building is quieter than usual, and I don't know why, but it suits her current mood.

Xiao Er refused to give her wine for anything, and ran back crying until she brought Han Hai out, yelling that she would never do this kind of business even if she gave a piece of gold.

In fact, she knew what was going on as soon as she thought about it, but if that person didn't show up, she just drank like she hadn't noticed anything.

"Guest officer, it's really not good for you to drink any more."

"Do you think I'm someone who has something to do?" Although he was sober, his body was protesting. It was obvious that he was being stubborn when he was so tired. Zuo Wushuang himself felt that it was not convincing, so he motioned After putting down the wine, he half-lyed on the table again.

It was at this time that Sikong Zhaixing flew in from the gate again, and he was taken aback when he saw her sluggish appearance.

"Are you really drinking all the time?"

"Second Life..." She yawned, "You have no right to say anything about me."

He waved his hand, "I don't dare to teach you a lesson, by the way...I'm here to ask one last time, are you really not going? If we go, it's just right for us to go there now, otherwise I'll give Lu Xiaofeng a note later Ribbons."

She turned her head to look at the ribbon in his hand, "Why did it become three?"

"How did you say it changed into three?" He smiled mischievously, which was in line with his disguised appearance at the moment.

"...As expected, I didn't become an enemy with you, which is the thing I should be most grateful for."

——She can still joke with him like this, as if the decisive battle has nothing to do with her.

Even after knowing her for so long, Sikong Zhaixing, who knew how cruel she was, couldn't help but click his tongue. After learning about the things between Zuo Wushuang and Ye Gucheng at Lu Xiaoji's in the afternoon, he was already very surprised. He was even more surprised by the heroine's reaction at this moment.

"...You go, I really won't go."

"No matter what the outcome is, this unrivaled battle is the dream of any swordsman, right? Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"No, I won't go." This time she answered very firmly, staring into his eyes, and paused every word, "You go."

Sikong Zhaixing rubbed his head, as if he wanted to say something more, but his eyes touched the figure on the second floor, he fell silent again, then turned around to leave, but Zuo Wushuang stopped him again.

"...If you go, tell Ximen Chuuxue for me, I'll wait here for his triumphant return."

He opened his eyes wide and didn't know how to react. He wanted to ask many questions in an instant, but he didn't know how to ask them.

The woman in front of him completely lacked the vigor she had when he first saw her. If it wasn't for the extremely beautiful sword, he couldn't believe it was Zuo Wushuang.

He thought he still didn't understand love, just like he couldn't understand what Zuo Wushuang wanted at all.

——'Tell Ximen Chuuxue for me, I'll be here waiting for his triumphant return. '

What kind of mood did you have to say such a thing?

He didn't understand what she was thinking, so he could only leave.

But when he rushed to the palace after leaving, he found that there were not only five people there. Compared to their surprise, the imperial guards in Ouchi and Lu Xiaofeng were obviously more anxious at the moment.

"... She really doesn't want to come."

"If I were her, I wouldn't want to." Lu Xiaofeng twitched the corner of his mouth, "The man I like and my best friend, the battle of life and death, who would want to watch?"

Sikong Zhaixing looked at him as if looking at something very strange, "...But she said a word."

"What?"

"Wushuang said—tell Ximen Chuuxue for me, I'll wait here for his triumphant return."

The air seemed to condense at this moment, Lu Xiaofeng felt as if he had overlooked something, but at this moment Wei Ziyun and the others forbade him to leave the palace gate.

Between the lightning and the flint, on the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the two people who were destined to have a battle of Yuliang had already gone up.

Wei Ziyun said in a dry voice: "The time has passed, and there will be an early morning tomorrow. The two of you can only hope for half an hour. When the time is over, there is no winner or loser. Experts compete with each other. , half an hour must be enough."

Lu Xiaofeng was still standing with Sikong Zhaixing, he didn't care what Wei Ziyun said before to change the sword, the decisive battle finally started, but he always felt that something was wrong, very wrong.

Ximen Chuuxue held the scabbard in his left hand, and his right hand hung down to his knees. His figure still looked like a sword that had been unsheathed, cold, sharp, and sharp.

But Lu Xiaofeng knew that before he drew his sword, he must still be struggling with the fact that he was the lover of his best friend.

But Ximen Chuuxue is Ximen Chuuxue after all, once he draws his sword, he is an unparalleled swordsman.

Compared with him, Ye Gucheng's condition is obviously much worse.

"A sharp sword is originally a murder weapon. I have been practicing swords since I was young, and I have been waiting to die by the sword at any time for 30 years."

"..." Ximen Chuuxue was listening.

Ye Gucheng took another breath, and continued, "So in today's battle, you and I swordsman don't have to show mercy. Wouldn't it be regrettable for a sword learner to die at the hands of an opponent he admits?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "Yes."

At this moment, almost everyone who was looking at them couldn't help but applaud these two people in their hearts. They are well-deserved unparalleled swordsmen, and they will fight to the death without sparing any strength.

"Please."

Following Ye Gucheng's words, everyone couldn't hold their breath.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"Wait? How long will you have to wait?"

"Wait until the wound stops bleeding."

Ye Gucheng was taken aback, "Who is injured, who is bleeding?"

Ximen Chuuxue said, "You!"

The atmosphere was completely deadlocked for a moment, Ye Gucheng looked down at his chest, his body suddenly swayed, and everyone followed him to look over, only to find that under the moonlight, a large area of ​​bright red had ooze from his snow-white clothes of blood.

Sure enough, he was injured, but this proud man still gritted his teeth to deal with this decisive battle, knowing that he would die but refused to back down half a step.

"My sword is a murder weapon, but it doesn't kill people who want to die." When he said this, he suddenly thought of Zuo Wushuang, but it was only a moment.

"Did I come to ask for death?!"

Ximen Chuuxue sneered, "If you don't want to die, just come back in a month, and I'll wait for you."

After saying this sentence, he flew into the sky and fell under the cornice. Ye Gucheng just wanted to chase after him, but just as he said a word, a mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth, and he fell down completely unable to support himself.

It was too late when Lu Xiaofeng realized it, Tang Tianzong had already rushed behind Ye Gucheng, sending out a cloud of poisonous sand.

Ye Gucheng, who couldn't even stand still, jumped up into the air in surprise, turned over, and moved lightly and nimbly. He didn't look like he was seriously injured at all.

It's a pity that he was a step too late, as soon as the hidden weapon poison of the disciples of the Tang Sect is released, few people can dodge it, let alone Tang Tianzong has been accumulating momentum for a long time.

With a scream, Ye Gucheng's body fell heavily again. The blackness of his white clothes was obviously the soul-chasing sand used by the Tang family to seal his throat when he saw blood.

"The antidote! Get the antidote quickly!"

Tang Tianzong gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "My elder brother and second elder brother were both wounded by your sword, and they will be crippled even if they don't die. You have a deep hatred with my Tang family, and you still want my antidote?"

"That's Ye Gucheng's business! It has nothing to do with me!"

"Aren't you Ye Gucheng?" Tang Tianzong sneered as if he didn't believe it at all.

Lu Xiaofeng finally figured everything out, and also knew the reason Zuo Wushuang would say that, only to see the 'Ye Gucheng' in front of him stretch out his hand and rub his face vigorously, and there was a layer of skin on his face that he pulled When it came down, it was an extremely exquisitely made human skin mask.

His own face was thin and ugly, with deeply sunken eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng really didn't guess that this person would come to be Ye Gucheng's substitute.

He knew that Ye Gucheng was seriously injured, so he must have a sick face. He didn't meet Ye Gucheng many times, and he was not familiar with Ye Gucheng's voice and smile. Moreover, he had lived overseas for a long time, and there were not many people who had seen him in the world. If it wasn't for this, even though the disguise of the man in black was exquisite, he still couldn't escape the eyes of so many people.

Even Sikong Zhaixing was deceived.

Tang Tianzong saw that he was not Ye Gucheng, his eyes were red, and he looked at him with embarrassment, "Who are you, you are from Ye Gucheng?!"

But no one could answer him at all, the 'Ye Gucheng' in front of him had already fallen down, and the soul-chasing sand of the Tang family was taking their lives too fast.

"What's going on? Why can't I understand it at all?"

"...It's you who don't understand, not me." Lu Xiaofeng said coldly.

"Do you know why Ye Gucheng didn't come by himself, and where are the others?"

His serious light flickered, and suddenly rushed over, pointing at Wei Ziyun and said, "Do you know that there is an old eunuch surnamed Wang in Gongli?"

Their conversation made Sikong Zhaixing still puzzled. Lu Xiaofeng had already taken Wei Ziyun and the others to the emperor's south study, so he had no choice but to go to the honest monk, "Monk, do you know what's going on?"

The honest monk nodded and shook his head, "You shouldn't ask the monk about this matter, you should ask the Sword Master Hanhai or Lu Xiaofeng."

"Wushuang?" He suddenly remembered what Zuo Wushuang said, with such a firm tone, did she already know it?

"Or, ask Ye Gucheng directly."

In the middle of the night of September [-]th, the moon was as round as a mirror. In the south study room, the young emperor looked at the sword in front of him. His eyes swept over the body of his guard on the ground. His eyes moved, "Ye Gucheng?"

The expression of the white-clothed man did not change, his arrogance was overwhelming, even more shocking than his sword aura, "Mountain grasslanders, I never expected to be able to listen to Heaven."

"Flying Immortal from Heaven, breaking the seven stars with one sword, it really is a good sword technique."

Ye Gucheng said, "This is a good sword technique."

"Your beauty, how can I follow a thief?"

"Success is king, and defeat is thief." Ye Gucheng still sneered.

"A thief is a thief." It was not easy for the young emperor to be able to show no fear when facing the world-renowned Lord Baiyun.

Ye Gucheng stared at him, and suddenly said, "Please."

"Please?"

"With your majesty's insight and composure, few people in the martial arts can match. If your majesty enters the rivers and lakes, he will definitely be among the top ten masters."

The emperor smiled, "Good eyesight."

And when Lu Xiaofeng arrived, he only heard Ye Gucheng's words outside because although you don't have a sword in your hand, you have a sword in your heart.

The wind blew in from the window, the curtains fluttered, and the hot blood that was pierced by the cold sword would surely splash out.

But at this moment, he finally arrived.

Lu Xiaofeng has always been the most confident in his lightness kung fu, faster than the wind, lighter than the moonlight.

In fact, at this time, only he can stop Ye Gucheng's sword.

"How did you come here?"

He looked at him and said, "Because you're here."

Ye Gucheng suddenly let out a long sigh, "Why should I come, why should you come?"

"You shouldn't come, I don't have to, it's a pity that we are all here now." He also sighed, "It's a pity."

"It's a pity." Ye Gucheng sighed, the sword in his hand turned into a flying rainbow again, but this time it didn't stab Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng dodges, the sword light has come out through the window, his body and sword have become one.

Ye Gucheng couldn't figure out how Lu Xiaofeng knew all this. Prince Nan Wang once said that the only person who could notice this matter was Zuo Wushuang, but Zuo Wushuang would not do that.

Thinking of her, he who was flying under the moonlight suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart.

The moonlight was gloomy, and the fog did not know when it rose. Under the shadow of the imperial city ahead, there was a person standing quietly, dressed in white clothes like snow.

He didn't need to guess, he already knew who this person was.

In the whole world, except for Ximen Chuuxue, no one can put such pressure on him.

——Finally got it right.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the words he once said to Zuo Wushuang, if he can succeed this time, he will definitely marry you when he comes back.

——Sure enough, forget about me.

"You learn sword?" Ximen Chuuxue asked him.

Ye Gucheng said, "I am the sword."

Ximen Chuuxue asked again, "Do you know the essence of the sword?"

"you say!"

"It's about sincerity."

——The essence of sword learning lies in sincerity.

If his heart is not sincere, he will undoubtedly lose.

Ye Gucheng's pupils contracted, and he heard Ximen Chuuxue say, "You are dishonest."

He was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Do you learn sword?"

"Learning is endless, and swordsmanship is even more endless."

"Since you learn swords, you should know that those who learn swords only need to be sincere to the sword, not to others."

I thought I had finished speaking, but when Ximen Chuuxue drew his sword, he stared at him for a while, and finally said softly, "Maybe I will be sorry to my friend, but today, we will not regret it. "

"Yes, no."