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

On the second day, instead of stopping, the fluttering snowflakes became even bigger.A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the corners of the eaves and walls, and the sky and the earth were completely white.Thick clouds blocked most of the sun, but it didn't make people feel gloomy, and the dazzling white snow made the sky extraordinarily bright.

It was rare for Ye Zhiran to wake up early, but when she walked into the dining room, she found someone earlier than her.

"Is the master of Ximen getting used to resting in Mount Emei?"

The man in white sitting at the table glanced at her sideways and nodded slightly.

"That's good. You got up so early, I thought it was because the bed in our Emei guest room was uncomfortable, and you neglected the distinguished guests."

The woman in pink walked over slowly and poured herself a cup of tea, and said worried words in her mouth, but her tone was not at all polite.That casual attitude really made people suspicious. In fact, she didn't like the man opposite her very much.But in fact... She is indeed very annoying!

Ximen Chuuxue didn't seem to mind her vaguely targeted attitude when she woke up early in the morning, or he just ignored her, raised his eyes slightly, swept her eyes lightly, and then retracted them flatly.The provocation early in the morning didn't get a response, Ye Zhiran lowered her head and drank tea bored.Hot steam billowed in front of the eyes like hazy smoke, blurring the outline of the person in front of him.The figure in white clothes like snow was separated by a layer of mist, which seemed even more unreal, like separated by clouds.

Breakfast was served quickly, with a few dishes of side dishes, a bowl of porridge, and a dish of delicate dim sum.Ye Zhiran looked at the breakfast on the table and was silent for a moment, without moving her chopsticks.Holding a cup of hot tea, the young head of the Emei School casually turned his head and looked outside the door. The falling snow seemed to be getting heavier again.

Today's breakfast seems to be delivered a little late.Bowing her head and taking a sip of her tea, Ye Zhiran's eyes as calm as water swept across the person opposite.As the son of a family, Ximen Chuuxue's dining movements are naturally extremely elegant and beautiful.She was so good-looking that she was a little dazed. In her memory, there was a person who was also like this, with a dignified demeanor of Tsinghua University, which made people heartbroken.She slowly closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again, her calm gaze swept over the bamboo chopsticks in the hands of the opposite person.

"Why? This porridge doesn't taste like the owner of Ximen?"

Ximen Chuuxue raised his head and glanced at her indifferently, then lowered his eyes slightly, and gently raised his chopsticks, "This porridge is very good."

Ye Zhiran stopped talking and didn't move the bamboo chopsticks in front of her. She just held the teacup and drank slowly, looking back at the door.The dining room fell silent for a while, outside the door, the world was quiet, and the snow fell silently.

"You and my senior sister haven't seen each other for six years, right?"

The snow on the pines and cypresses outside the door was getting thicker and thicker, and the intertwined branches gradually couldn't support the weight of the snow layer, and were finally bent gradually under the pressure.The snow between the branches and leaves trembled and rolled down along the gaps between the branches and leaves.In the room, the man in white put down the bamboo chopsticks, looked up, "Yes."

"Is that so..." Ye Zhiran sighed softly, her voice elongated in the cold air.She lowered her eyes slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up, with some irony for no reason.

"I haven't seen you in six years, but you can still tell who made this breakfast...Ximen Chuuxue, in your heart, you really don't have my senior sister anymore?"

At the beginning of November, Ximen Chuuxue, the sword god who has not stepped out of Wanmei Villa since the martial arts contest at the top of the Forbidden Mountain, went to Emei at the invitation of Ye Zhiran, the head of Emei.It is rumored that these two top swordsmen in the world had a battle at the Golden Summit of Emei.Apart from the brothers and sisters of the head of Emei, the only spectator was Dugu Yihe, the former head of Emei. Therefore, the final result of this contest and the reason why the head of Emei broke the oath he made and led Ximen Chuixue to go up the mountain became a matter of great concern to all the people in the world. Mystery.

Wanmei Villa.

It snowed continuously for several days, and on this day, the sky was fine.The white plums on the branches have not yet thanked, and there is a faint cold fragrance floating in the air.A piece of petals as white as ice jade swirled a few times in the slight cold wind, and slowly fell down, falling into the white jade wine glass on the stone table under the tree, and the clear wine rippled in circles.

An extremely slender and clean hand stretched out to pick up the wine glass, and the wide white sleeve gently brushed the bluestone tabletop.

"Xifeng?"

"Lu Xiaofeng brought it."

The man in white sitting at the table narrowed his eyes slightly, and was silent for a moment, "How is she?"

Ximen Chuuxue looked up at him, "Not bad."

"That's good."

Seven years later.

The passage of time will not change the fate of any pair of people. The world is still the same world, full of turmoil and disputes. 14 years is enough to cause the rise of a group of martial arts rookies, and it is also enough to make the former star who attracted attention become legends.

If it is said that the most famous and most respected in the martial arts world today, it is Ye Zhiran, the current head of the Emei School, and Ye Guhong, the current head of Wudang.For more than ten years, there are not many well-known swordsmen who have fallen under the swords of these two.The prestige of the two of them was piled up by stepping on the lives of the people in the rivers and lakes who went to challenge them, and they should not be questioned in the slightest.

So, one day, when these two people jointly sent invitations to several other sects to hold a martial arts conference in the name of training their disciples, there was a flood of responses immediately.And this news spread throughout the rivers and lakes overnight.

Everyone is familiar with the martial arts conference.If there is no martial arts conference in that martial arts novel, movie or TV series, then it is simply not a real Jianghu, and if the protagonist does not go to the martial arts conference for a while, it is simply not considered to have been in the arena... Except in the world of Lu Xiaofeng This wonderful arena.

There is no confrontation between good and evil here... The heads of the martial arts schools are too busy with their own affairs. If you are not careful, you will be killed by your elders. Who cares if you are good or evil? You think it is easy to be a head ? ! (For details, please refer to Shi Yan, the former head of Wudang.) There is no demonic sect here to encircle and suppress... The western demonic sect is staying in a remote place. Once the leader of the sect makes a move, no leader can run away!There is no need to choose the leader of the martial arts here... If there is, the No. 1 choice for this kind of nosy profession is definitely Lu Xiaofeng!It's a pity that he will never be...

Therefore, the martial arts conference, which is quite important in other martial arts worlds, is not so important or even dispensable in this world.Without such a big gossip, the people in the rivers and lakes can only pass their boring life by watching a certain chicken who loves to die.But in the recent period, I don't know if this little chicken suddenly thought about it and felt that he was too old to toss around like this, or he was locked on some isolated island and no one let him out to jump around.In the past few months, the rivers and lakes have been peaceful and nothing has happened... Nothing has happened!How can this be possible! ! !

Just when everyone was so bored that they were about to vote collectively to dig out the grave of a certain chick that brought everyone a lively crowd to watch, suddenly there was news that a martial arts conference would be held. One can imagine how everyone felt about this moment Rejoice and warmly welcome.It is understandable that there are a lot of responders for a while...

The venue of the martial arts conference was set at Wudang Mountain. Since the day the news came out, people from all corners of the country have come here in an endless stream.Since it was the first time to contract such a large project, and relatively inexperienced, the housing on Wudang Mountain was instantly insufficient. As a result, people from the rivers and lakes who came late could only rent houses in the town at the foot of Wudang Mountain. I built my own house...

And those Jianghu people who rented houses in the town at the foot of Wudang Mountain were solemnly warned by the organizer of the martial arts conference.You can rent a house, but you are not allowed to harass civilians casually.You are heroes of the rivers and lakes, not hooligans!

People in Jianghu are all well-known, and I have to say this sentence is sometimes more useful than asking them to fine...

Well, it's getting too far.On the day when the martial arts conference was held, there were a lot of spectators.Except for the competition platform in the middle and the watching and resting place specially vacated for the heads of several sects to rest, the other places were crowded with people, and there were not many people who jumped on the trees and on the roof.Some nimble hawkers in small towns even brought a lot of snacks and fruits to sell.

The cries of hawkers, the greetings of acquaintances, and the quarrels for seats are all mixed together, giving the majestic Wudang Mountain Top a taste of a vegetable market.

At this moment, someone who didn't know shouted, "Here are the heads of the various sects." The crowd suddenly fell silent. Of course, this is only in comparison, and there will definitely be whispered discussions in private.

"Lin Yuan, the head of the Diancang sect, is said to be unmatched in his Panlong sword skills!"

"So powerful? Where does he rank among the heads of the six sects?"

"Um...it seems to be the sixth."

"..."

"Ah, this one is even more powerful! The head of Kongtong is..."

"Where is he ranked?"

"……fifth."

"Ah, look! The abbot of Shaolin Temple is also here. It is said that he has not been out of the temple for 40 years. Tsk tsk, the head of the Wudang and Emei sects is really big!"

"...40 years? How old is this old man?"

"……do not know."

"The head of Wudang has finally arrived, look, this is really amazing!"

"Hmm... I was wondering if it was said that he never won a sword fight with Ye Zhiran, the head of Emei. Is this rumor true or false?"

"...Although I really want to tell you, I have seen a Wudang disciple on the right side staring at us for a long time... Do you really want to know?"

"...I don't want to, thank you."

There were endless discussions like this, and when Ye Zhiran, the head of Emei School, brought people from the Emei School to the stage, the discussions reached their peak.

Qixiu's internal strength has always had the effect of retaining the face. After more than ten years, the head of Emei's eyebrows are still as delicate and beautiful as her girlhood, as beautiful as a picture.The precipitation of the years gave her a touch of charming style that she didn't have in her girlhood.

With just one appearance, the head of Emei shocked all the Jianghu people on the spot, and the noisy and noisy square was unexpectedly quiet for half a minute.

The two Jiang Hu people who had been chatting in the front all the time, one of them suddenly slapped the other on the shoulder, "I suddenly believe that the previous rumor is true?"

"Ah? What rumors?" The other person obviously didn't get distracted, "The rumor that Ye Guhong, the head of Wudang, never beat the head of the Emei School?"

The Wudang disciple on his right turned his head and glared at him.

"No...I mean...it is rumored that the head of the Emei School is the most beautiful woman in the world..."

"Oh, that..." The gangster in gray clothes glared at his little friend, "You just know!"

"..."

The little friend changed the subject silently, "Ah, that's right. Who is that little yellow chicken behind the head of Emei?"

The little yellow chicken behind the head of Emei... Uh, no, that boy in yellow has attracted the attention of many people from all walks of life as soon as he appeared on the stage.Because his age is really too young, about 14 years old.There are two swords on his back, a light sword and an epee.The huge heavy sword attracts a lot of attention. In this Jianghu, people have not seen anyone using such a weapon. The huge sword pressing on the boy's back makes people worry that he is not I can recite it.

Those who can appear on such an important occasion are naturally not ordinary disciples, but...

"I haven't heard that the head of Emei accepts direct disciples?"

The identity of the boy in yellow sparked another round of discussions.

At this time, the martial arts conference had already begun.