Biased in the Jianghu to find the sword fairy [Comprehensive martial arts + sword three]

Chapter 60.Three baa on Chunyang.

Obviously a little friend who played together, as the last one to know the news that "Jun Xuan is a princess", Lu Xiaofeng said that he was sad, he was lost, and he was going to have a little emotion.

Therefore, the "very sad" Lu Daxia decided to use wine to relieve his sorrow, and decisively ransacked the wine cellar in Baiyun City.Because Ye Gucheng once promised that after Lu Xiaofeng delivered Junxuan to Wanmei Villa safely, Baiyuncheng's wine would be enjoyed by him, so Ye Gucheng chose to keep a close eye on Lu Xiaofeng's behavior of soaking in his own wine cellar every day and not coming out. Close one eye.

But for Uncle Zhong, this time he deeply felt the helplessness of that colleague from Wanmei Villa.After all, the City Lord's Mansion has always been strictly governed, and Lu Xiaofeng drank happily, but the old housekeeper had to worry about counting and entering the accounts every day.

In contrast to Lu Xiaofeng, the "evil guest", Ximen Chuuxue, who lives quietly in the yard every day, looks extra cute.The old butler deliberately ordered the maids and servants to treat the confidant of the city lord and lady well, and secretly made up his mind that they must not let Baiyun City be compared to Wanmei Villa.

Lu Xiaofeng is not the temperament that can stay still, after a few days of playing in Baiyun City, he returned to the Central Plains with the caravan.On the contrary, it was Ximen Chuuxue, because of the battle at the top of the Forbidden City, he had some experience.He also benefited a lot from the days of confronting Ye Gucheng, so he simply stayed in Baiyun City for a few more days.

Because Junxuan retreated, Ye Gucheng spent most of his time discussing with Ximen Chuuxue.The two are both rare swordsmen in this world, Ximen Chuuxue is Ye Gucheng's confidant, and they are from the same sect in this life, so there are many things to discuss.

There are no distinct seasons in the South China Sea, Ximen Chuuxue didn't feel it was the twelfth lunar month when he stayed.

On this day, Ximen Chuuxue got up early to practice sword as usual.On a clearing in a snow bamboo forest, he repeatedly practiced the most common sword moves by stabbing, picking, chopping and hooking.His movements are not fast, not even standard.Ximen Chuuxue swung one move after another carelessly, with flaws everywhere, but no flaws at all.

——For the former Ximen Chuuxue, the only thing that never breaks is speed.However, after that battle, Ximen Chuuxue's sword began to slow down.In the past, he was fast because he needed to use "fast" to make up for the incompleteness of his sword moves. When facing an enemy, only by being faster than the opponent can he be invincible.

But now, Ximen Chuuxue's sword move is no longer a bad move.He is sincere to the sword, but even more sincere to himself.After more than ten years of sword practice, the sword intent has long been integrated into Ximen Chuuxue's gestures.If he is sincere with the sword, he is sincere with himself.

Because he himself is a peerless weapon.

And not far from this Snow Bamboo Forest, there is a cliff.The bottomless cliff is so deep that it makes people feel cold.Just at the bottom of the cliff, there is another warm mist steaming.

The clear water at the bottom of the cliff is like a mirror, surrounded by a layer of white mist.There was a faint smell of sulfur in the air, which made people realize that the green pool water turned out to be a warm spring.

On the mirror-like lake, a girl with blue stripes on a white background stood on it holding a sword.There is warm spring water under her feet, and there is nothing around her to draw on.

Is Kunlun Gushe like this?

Suddenly, she drew her sword out of its sheath.Hanguang Lingling's long sword sank an inch into the water, while the girl jumped up with her strength, and her little moccasin boots made little ripples on the water.Before the ripples opened, they were frozen into a sheet of thin ice.The girl's long sword swiped randomly on the water surface, and the warm spring water was frozen by the sharp sword energy.

"Tai Chi produces two forms, and all nine turns return to one."

With a soft drink, a circle of Tai Chi circles formed under her feet, and the surrounding ice suddenly shattered, bit by bit submerged into the warm spring water.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, inserted the red lotus decorated with jewels into the scabbard, and walked slowly towards the lake.

Jun Xuan came wading through the water, but there was no moisture in his body.She stayed at the bottom of this cliff for nearly two months, and finally subdued the Chixiaohonglian in her hand.Before the Zijin battle, Junxuan could only use himself to restrain the evil spirit of Chixiaojian, but how could a real swordsman do this?

Junxuan realized Taoism at the bottom of the cliff, and finally had a moment of enlightenment in Tai Chi.Yin and Yang are inherently reciprocal. Zixia's positive yang and Chixiao's yin are not suppressing the other, but they should rely on each other and restrain each other.

Ximen Chuuxue had already mentioned this truth to Jun Xuan when he saw Chixiao Honglian for the first time.It's just easier said than done, until today, Junxuan can really do this.

After straightening his Taoist robe, Jun Xuan carried Chixiao Honglian on his back.Looking up at the thousand zhang almost straight up and down cliff, she tapped her foot and jumped a few times, finally reached the top of the cliff.

After two months, Junxuan went out of seclusion and made more progress.

Compared to Ximen Chuuxue and Junxuan, Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, seemed a bit busy.At the end of the new year, the general affairs of Baiyun City became more and more onerous.Although Baiyun City is located in the South China Sea, it also has contacts with the Central Plains Wulin, and even many people in the court have a close relationship with it.Relationships are always busy.

Normally in Baiyun City, only the people in the city give gifts and treat guests—for example, the old housekeeper, Uncle Zhong, manages them, but today it is very different.

In the warm hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Ye Gucheng, dressed in a pure white Taoist robe, personally entertained today's guests.

The visitor was wearing a Taoist uniform with a white background and blue pattern similar to Junxuan's today, with his hair pulled up by a high crown, a sword on his shoulders, a gourd of wine around his waist, and a whisk behind his back.He looked to be in his 20s, about the same age as Ye Gucheng.

Seeing Ye Gucheng, this person bowed respectfully first, and said: "Xuanyun sees Master Juefei."

Before he was serious for more than three seconds, the man who called himself "Xuan Yun" stood up, looked behind Ye Gucheng vigorously, and "mumbled" in a strange voice: "Strange, where is the little uncle?"

Ye Gucheng looked away from the official document in his hand, looked at the big whisk dangling behind the man, frowned and said, "Xuan'er is in retreat."

Xuan Yun chuckled, untied his big fly whisk, and tightly held it in his palm.Then he sat across from Ye Gucheng, and said: "Uncle Juefei, I heard that our little uncle had a fight with...cough, I don't know if it was a senior or a younger brother in the Forbidden City. "

Ye Gucheng put away the official documents in his hands, but his gaze was always on Xuanyun's whisk that was still shedding hair.Hearing him mentioning Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng just said calmly: "Xuanqing is a guest in Baiyun City, you can compete with him to show your fellowship."

Xuan Yun's face suddenly turned bitter.He was the same age as Ye Gucheng, and even started three years earlier than Ye Gucheng, but he was always a generation younger than Ye Gucheng in terms of seniority.Ye Gucheng lived in Chunyang for five years, and Xuanyun and Xuanyun couldn't say they grew up together, but they were somewhat familiar with each other.

Especially after Ye Gucheng took Junxuan away, as one of the few Chunyang disciples walking in the world, the task of going to the South China Sea to visit Junxuan fell on Xuanyun every year.Over the years, Xuanyun has traveled back and forth between Baiyun City and the Central Plains, at least thirty times.The Taoist priest who made Yuan Bei faint when he saw the sea water, became "swimming ten miles in the sea without any effort".

Pretending to be "grieved", Xuan Yun sniffled, and Xuan Yun said pitifully, "Uncle Jue Fei, you know that I practice Zixia Kungfu, and I can only do gestures and gestures when it comes to swordsmanship." So, let him compete with Ximen Chuuxue, does the uncle want to kill him, kill him, or kill him?

"You're not good at swordsmanship, so you play tricks outside?" Ye Gucheng frowned, and looked angrily at Xuan Yun who was holding his whisk.

In fact, Xuanyun is not as miserable as Ye Gucheng said, he was born in Chunyang, and he still understands gossip and five elements.When he first entered the rivers and lakes, Xuan Yun made a living by deducing people's fate and calculating good and bad luck.He has also accumulated some fame over the years, so he opened a Taoist temple somewhere in the outskirts of Shengjing, where merchants gather, which can be regarded as a big hermit in the city.

It's not that Ye Gucheng looks down on Xuanyun, but he's a bit disgusted with his big whisk that always sheds hair, and the wine gourd that looks scary.

After his hairless Fuchen was cut into a bald one by his uncle, every time Xuanyun saw Ye Gucheng, "protecting Fuchen" became the top priority.

Carefully holding his fly whisk in his hand, resolutely not letting a single hair fall in front of Ye Gucheng, Xuanyun changed the topic just now, and explained to Ye Gucheng the real purpose of his visit this time.

"Uncle, I came this time to bring a message from Grand Master. Her old man said that since you are not in a hurry to get married, you should bring Master Juehui to our Chunyang to have a look." Xuan Yun said, He also felt a little bit emotional: "Oh, when Junior Uncle Juehui went to Chunyang, she was only as big as two palms, but when she returned to Chunyang, she was already going to get married."

Hearing Xuanyun's words, Ye Gucheng's hand holding the teacup with only white water in it paused.He suddenly remembered the snowy day when he was reborn. Presumably, Chunyang should still be in that state today, right?

All these years came to mind, and Ye Gucheng felt a little sad.Xuan Yun over there was still rambling, but Ye Gucheng suddenly said: "In that case, I will go and ask the owner of Ximen Zhuang if he is willing to go with us."

After all, Ximen Chuuxue once said that returning to Chongyang is the long-cherished wish of Jingxu's lineage.

Xuan Yun nodded and said "yes", but hurriedly slipped off to see his little uncle - he had heard from Taiyin Daoist that this fellow disciple Xuanqing was a master who drew his sword whenever he disagreed with him. Unexpectedly, even Daoist Taiyin didn't let go, and still stepped forward to make an appointment.

Xuan Yun felt that he couldn't deal with this kind of character like a fighting madman.In comparison, it is safer to be a soft little uncle.

Ye Gucheng ignored Xuanyun's little thoughts, and went to find Ximen Chuuxue.Hearing that he could go to Chunyang, Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up, and Dang even agreed.Ye Gucheng nodded slightly, then ordered the old housekeeper to prepare the clothes for their trip.

The old butler of Baiyun City was very efficient, and he took care of everything within a day.

As soon as Jun Xuan came out of the customs, he heard Xuan Yun convey the news to her as if pouring beans, and his little face, which was usually expressionless, was also a little bit excited at this moment.

Early the next morning, Ye Gucheng, Jun Xuan and Ximen Chuuxue embarked on the journey to Huashan Chunyang Palace, accompanied by Xuan Yun.I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, when changing boats and taking the carriage, Ye Gucheng and Junxuan rode together, while Xuanyun naturally rode with Ximen Chuuxue.

After all, they are from the same sect. After getting acquainted with Ximen Chuuxue a little bit, Xuanyun brought up his previous worries to Ximen Chuuxue with lingering fear: "I was scared to death. I thought you would ask me to fight when we first met."

Ximen Chuuxue was wiping his own sword. Hearing Xuan Yun's words, he gave him a complicated look, and then said in a cold voice: "My master once said that all the Chunyang Palaces are masters of sword use. I don't think so."

Xuanyun: "...qaq"

#玄云: I always feel despised by my peers, is this my illusion? #

#西门斗雪: It feels like the whole world is slandering me, so I really want to draw my sword and get swollen? #