[Lu Xiaofeng Sword III] The Emei faction is playing a big game of chess

"Zhi, Zhiran..." Lu Xiaofeng stared dumbfounded at the girl standing in the middle of the hall, grabbed the man in white by the collar, clasped the back of his neck, and kissed him fiercely.

Between lips and teeth, Ye Zhiran stared at the man in front of her, with a murderous look in her eyes.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone in the hall, this long, bloody kiss finally came to an end.Ye Gucheng slowly raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his lips, quietly looked at the girl in front of him, watched her turn around, and turned away step by step as if she had just walked over step by step.

When passing by Lu Xiaofeng, the girl in pink suddenly lost her feet and fell down.

"Zhiran!" Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward hastily, caught the girl who was lying crookedly on top of him, and was slightly taken aback.

No one noticed that the moment Ye Zhiran fell down, the swordsman Bai Nong who was standing a few steps away from her froze for a moment.

"I'm fine." Ye Zhiran pushed away Lu Xiaofeng's hand that was supporting him, stood up straight, and smiled back, "Lu Xiaofeng, I'll be leaving first. Don't tell me what happened."

The man in Tsing Yi looked at her complicatedly and nodded.

Almost everyone in the entire palace gathered in the South Study Room, and Ye Zhiran walked quietly between the palaces without encountering any obstacles.When she stepped out of the gate of the base palace, she looked back.The staggered eaves and walls in the night are like monsters with teeth and claws, which may engulf people at any time.This is a golden cage that has devoured humanity, but why do so many people try their best to be imprisoned in it.

In the main hall, the pink figure gradually disappeared into the night. Ye Gucheng finally turned his head, but his eyes did not turn to the guards who had surrounded him and were about to rush forward, but to Ximen Chuuxue in front of him.

"I remember, we still have an unfinished duel?"

Not long after walking out of the palace, Ye Zhiran met the people sent by Emei to help them. The girl covered in blood obviously startled them.

Seeing her, the sponsors of the Emei faction's base in the capital trembled with fright.

"I'm fine." Ye Zhiran waved her hand, pushing away the person who came to help her.She is really fine, this injury just looks scary, Ye Gucheng's sword did not hit the vital point, she has already tapped the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding.Except for the heart-piercing pain in her chest, almost nothing happened to her.Being able to walk out of the sword of the sword fairy Ye Gucheng alive is probably a miracle that happens once in a hundred years.

Looking around at the people around her, Ye Zhiran said lightly, "Everyone go back, I want to be alone for a while."

The people standing here basically know the relationship between her and Ye Gucheng, and it is indeed understandable for her to want to be alone in this situation.However, understanding does not mean accepting it!The uncle who was in charge of the Emei faction was about to cry.Ye Zhiran has a special status, not only is he a direct disciple of Dugu Yihe, the head of Emei Sect, but also the next head of Emei Sect who has basically been appointed by default, and is involved with all major forces in the world.But tonight's competition attracted many people, and the whole capital was mixed with fish and dragons.Ye Zhiran was injured again now, at this time, who would dare to let her wander around the capital alone, if this sister-in-law had something wrong with her, even if she killed him, she wouldn't be able to pay for it!

When Ye Zhiran's character became stubborn, no one could beat her, Lu Xiaofengfeng couldn't, Ye Gucheng couldn't, and the responsible uncle naturally couldn't either.So he could only watch helplessly as the blood-clothed girl pushed away the people around her and walked away step by step.The person in charge, who was sweating in a hurry, could only wink quietly at the Emei disciples beside him.The disciples of the elders who were the best in Qinggong nodded their heads, tapped their toes lightly on the ground, and swept away like a ray of breeze, leaving behind the pink figure far away.

It was still dark at this time, and the entire street was empty, so deserted that there was not a single pedestrian.During the day, the doors of the bustling shops are closed tightly, and the windows are tightly shut so that no light can come through.A gust of cool night wind blew by, and a few dead leaves on the ground were blown up by the wind and then powdered and swirled down. There was an inexplicably bleak smell.

The girl in pink walked silently on such a street, and her figure seemed more and more lonely.She lowered her head slightly and put her hands around her shoulders. She suddenly felt very cold, from the palms of her hands to the bottom of her heart.

I don't know how long a person has been walking on the street, when a light suddenly appeared in front of him.Like a lost traveler seeing a lighthouse, Ye Zhiran unconsciously walked towards the light step by step.

This is an early breakfast shop, with kneaded dough placed on the propped up table, and various seasonings placed beside it.Next to the table is a half-old stove, and the water in a large pot on the stove has boiled, and white mist is evaporating.The dots of fire light exposed from the small opening at the bottom of the stove radiated warm light on this cold morning.A pair of elderly couples were busy at the table.When they saw the figure approaching not far away, the old couple hurriedly greeted them.

"This girl..."

The girl in pink raised her head slightly, her eyes were a little distracted, and the expression on her delicate face was blank and aggrieved, like a child who got lost with the adults at home.Although the blood on her body frightened the old man, but when a beautiful girl like her looks at you with such an expression, anyone who sees her will feel soft-hearted.The mother-in-law who sells breakfast is just an ordinary person, she naturally doesn't know what kind of big thing this dazed-looking girl in front of her has done tonight, after tonight she will become famous all over the world.

She just felt that this little girl felt distressed when people looked at her fans. The old servant of Puliang didn't care about the blood on her body, so he smiled kindly and softened his voice, "Girl, are you here to eat? Mother-in-law will give you a drink." A bowl of noodles."

"Noodles?" Ye Zhiran's eyes fell on the stall a few steps away, and her consciousness finally came back.She nodded, and obediently followed the old man to the table set up next to the stall and sat down, "It's troublesome."

"Hey, no trouble. It will be ready soon, wait for a while!" The old man smiled kindly at her, then turned around and returned to his wife to help Ye Zhiran sit on the bench by the table, with his hands quietly on his knees , his eyes fell on the old man who was busy in front of the stall not far away.The gray-blue cloth on his body has been washed white, and the wrinkles on his face are deeply engraved by the years and wind.One can imagine that life is not easy for such an old age to get up early and come out to set up a stall.But even so, they still had smiles on their faces.

These ordinary people living at the bottom of society may never know what martial arts and swordsmanship are all their lives.Their lives are very difficult, and they endure a lot of hardships and hardships every day in order to survive, but even so, they are still alive.Struggling and trying to live in this world that may not be good for them.But why do some people have wealth, reputation, status, martial arts, power, everything that others can't reach, and God has treated him so favorably, but he chooses to die generously?

Seeing the old man standing next to her husband tremblingly wiping his wife's sweat, Ye Zhiran suddenly felt very envious.

This kind of ordinary happiness of growing old hand in hand, maybe she can't have it in her whole life...

The noodles were ready soon, Ye Zhiran thanked the old man with a smile, then picked up a pair of chopsticks to pick up some noodles.The noodles are delicious, and the craftsmanship of the old man is very good.Ye Zhiran felt that she might never show such a face in her whole life.Although she really studied very seriously.

The hands that served this bowl of delicious noodles were old, cracked and covered with calluses, almost two extremes from Ye Zhiran's hands.Her fingers were slender, white and soft as if they were boneless, without a trace of calluses between her fingertips.Her hands were born to play the piano and hold the sword.Although she has also used it to learn the following.

It was the first time in her life that she wanted to make soup for a man's hands.Unfortunately……

After all, the bowl of noodles in Baiyun City Lord's Mansion back then failed to get that man to look back at her.

The transparent water fell into the noodle soup, causing ripples in circles.Ye Zhiran slowly raised her hand to cover her eyes, not to cry, not yet...

"Kukou." The slender fingers tapped on the table, and a clear voice sounded, "Can I sit here?"

Ye Zhiran put down her hands and looked up. After the young man in white drew her attention back, Shi Shiran sat down opposite her.

The black hair was neatly tied up with a hair crown, the white clothes were neat and there was almost no wrinkle, the folding fan was folded and gently placed on the table, and the jade pendant hanging from the corner of the table was as delicate and clean as cream.This is a son of a noble family at first glance. He should appear in a luxurious and elegant palace, or a banquet where money and money are lavished. He should never appear in this small and simple noodle stall at this moment. before.

Seeing the girl in pink looking up, the young man in white smiled slightly, "In Xiagong Jiu, don't you know the girl's name?"

Prince Taiping's ninth womb, Lu Xiaofeng's famous perverted big boss who shakes M in the legendary world.If Ye Zhiran met this Ninth Young Master in another time and place, even if he didn't froze and found an excuse to go in, he would still deal with him slowly and respectfully and politely.

But he just appeared at this time, when Ye Zhiran was in a bad mood and didn't want to pay attention to anyone.So, she just raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly, and said indifferently, "I don't want to talk to you now, can you please go away mellowly?"

Ye Zhiran's words were very blunt, but Gong Jiu was not angry, he was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, and did not get up to leave, but just sat quietly opposite her and did not speak again.

Since he didn't make a sound, Ye Zhiran simply acted as him, lowered her head and finished eating the noodles seriously, then stared blankly at the direction of the imperial city to the east in a daze.

Until a smear of whiteness appeared on the eastern horizon, the sun rose in the east, and the dazzling sunlight burst from the horizon and filled the entire sky.The glazed tiles of the Imperial City Palace flowed out pieces of dazzling brilliance under the light of the morning sun.

The sun has already risen... Ye Zhiran moved her fingers on the table, and placed them on the hilt of the sword at her waist a little stiffly.The result of the duel at the top of the Forbidden City must have come out a long time ago...

So... that person died?

Ye Zhiran sat on the chair in a daze, suddenly feeling a little unreal.Ye Gucheng died, that man who was as powerful as a god really died.Just last night.

What was she doing at that time? Sitting in a daze outside the imperial city with Gong Jiu?

Ye Zhiran suddenly laughed, this life is so fucking nonsense.She raised her head and glanced at Gong Jiu who was still smiling at the unchanged smile on her lips, and suddenly said, "Let me serve you a bowl of noodles."

Gong Jiu was slightly taken aback, and was about to speak when she saw that the girl opposite had stood up and walked to the side of the stall to talk softly with the old couple who set up the stall.

He sat there and waited for a while, and soon, a girl in pink came over with a bowl of steaming noodles.

Gently putting the noodle bowl in her hand on the table, Ye Zhiran turned around, and Gong Jiu asked behind her, "Is the girl leaving?"

Ye Zhiran paused, and lowered her eyes slightly, "Anyway, thank you." Thank you for sitting with her all night in this cold night that made one's heart freeze.

In such a night, in fact, she always hopes that someone can accompany her.The brothers and sisters of Shimen can't do it, and her friends can't do it either.The worried or pitying looks they gave her only made her more irritable.Gong Jiu, a person who can neither be considered familiar nor unfamiliar, who knows her affairs but has nothing to do with her, is just right.

No matter what conspiracy he suddenly ran out to meet her, at least for now, she thanked him.

Watching the girl in pink leave without looking back, Gong Jiu pondered for a long time facing the bowl of noodles in front of him, and finally picked up the chopsticks.

"You actually ate outside?! Don't you think it's dirty all the time?" A girl with a round face turned around from behind Gong Jiu in surprise, walked up to him and sat down.

Gong Jiu didn't raise his head, and still ate the bowl of noodles in front of him slowly.

Seeing that he was eating deliciously, the girl was even more puzzled, "Is this bowl of noodles so delicious?"

This time Gong Jiu finally looked up at her, and said with a slight smile, "It's not delicious, but it's rare."

"rare?"

"It's rare..." Gong Jiu picked up a noodle and chewed it in his mouth, the corners of his lips curled up in a meaningful arc, "The whole Nanwang Mansion can't match this Bowl of noodles."

The noodles were a bit hard, and it was completely different from what Gong Jiu ate in the palace. It could even be said that he had never eaten such unpalatable noodles since he was born, but he still did not change his face, even with a slight smile He ate it all up, not even a drop of soup left.

He was right, this bowl of noodles was indeed not tasty.Ye Zhiran's hands are always used to hold the sword and play the piano, and the noodles she makes have never been delicious from the beginning to the end.She knew it in her heart, so she left without asking, probably thinking that he couldn't even move his chopsticks.

But Gong Jiu just moved, not only did he move, but he also ate everything.

Whether the noodles actually taste good and whether the people who eat them think they taste good are two different things.Probably she will never know that when a girl like her walks in front of people with a bowl of noodles she made herself, no matter how unpalatable the noodles are, in the eyes of the people who eat them, they are not even as delicious as mountains and seas.

Ye Gucheng is like this, as for Gong Jiu... He picked up the folding fan and smiled slightly, and ate a bowl of noodles from the future head of Emei. There are some things that I still have to help her do.

The author has something to say:

Yes, Ye Gucheng is dead...

Do you believe me when I say this is the end of this article... Take the lid off the pot and run away...