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

Chapter 66.Ximen Juju who was being targeted.

Joyful and sad, Jun Xuan suddenly passed out in Ye Gucheng's arms.

Daoist Chongyi heaved a sigh of relief looking at the two disciples who were drenched all over.Glaring at Ye Gucheng, he said, "Hurry up and take your Juehui junior sister to the room to rest! Juefei, why are you so reckless?"

Hearing Master's reprimand, Ye Gucheng lowered his head.

To some extent, he is different from Junxuan.

Changing places, if he was the one who "cut off love" today, then his little girl would probably leave him obediently, right?That kind of departure is not a sign of weakness, nor does it mean that she doesn't love deeply enough, but that Jun Xuan admires Ye Gucheng too much, so Ye Gucheng's way is more sacred to her than her own.

As for Ye Gucheng, he is a swordsman, but he is also the lord of the city.Even, for the Ye family's long-cherished wish, he was once cultivated as the master of the world.Ye Gucheng has no shortage of cruelty and methods.This time, he slapped himself hard, just to bet on his position in Jun Xuan's heart.

Ye Gucheng doesn't need Junxuan to put him on the altar in his heart, but he can't stand her seeing him as someone who can give up.No matter how bitter and bitter the reason for giving up is.

Because Ye Gucheng and Junxuan have already made a vow to live together, so leaving in any form is a betrayal.

At the moment when the little girl followed him off of Lunjian Peak with an anxious expression but without hesitation, Ye Gucheng knew that he had won the bet this time.

Ye Gucheng didn't bother to use tricks when he was stabilizing Baiyun City, and he didn't bother to use tricks when he was plotting the world, but he used tricks when he wanted to confirm the heart of a little girl he raised since he was a child—not only using tricks, but also using tricks It's clumsy, no wonder Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were complicated when he looked at him.

Ye Gucheng carried Junxuan to the room where he lived in Chunyang when he was young, changed and washed him himself, and then he went out.

Ximen Chuuxue was standing outside the courtyard, seeing Ye Gucheng coming out, he slightly pursed his thin lips, and said, "You are defeated."

If this sentence is spoken by others, it may only contain ridicule and ridicule.However, Ximen Chuuxue's expression was frank, what he said was nothing but facts.

Ye Gucheng was equally calm, he nodded and repeated softly: "Yes, I lost."

"This is the real strength of Chunyang Tianyou?" Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were bright, even more dazzling than the stars on the night sky after the snow in Chunyang.

Ye Gucheng was silent for a while, but shook his head: "I have tried my best, but Xuan'er is more than capable."

No one knows better than Ye Gucheng who actually fought Jun Xuan, and now Jun Xuan's sword moves are invincible even to him.

Use one person to cover the light of the whole life, so that those who use swords in the same generation will never have the day of aspiring to be the first.

Ye Gucheng had heard this sentence for more than 15 years and had waited for [-] years.Most of the time, Ye Gucheng didn't know what he was waiting for, until the moment he was really defeated by Junxuan, he suddenly realized - he was waiting for this defeat.

The rebirth of the two lives, the encounter of fate, Ye Gucheng has indeed reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.He has been practicing swords for more than forty years, and only one defeat can make him see clearly his higher pursuit.That defeat was the light in the chaos. For Ye Gucheng, it was not to cover up his own brilliance, but to let him see a farther road.

Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help but clenched the long sword in his hand, and then he slowly let go of it.Two men in white clothes with swords confront each other, the white clothes are like snow, white clouds and lonely moon.

Only the two of them can understand the meaning of the heavenly favored person. With such a person in front of him, how dare they pretend to be lonely?There is only one way to pursue and pursue the supreme way of swordsmanship.Even if they lose in the future, their lives will have a lot of fun in the future.

But neither Ye Gucheng nor Ximen Chuuxue noticed, when they were talking in low voices, the little girl who was tightly wrapped on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

Jun Xuan only felt that his whole body was sore and limp, and he felt a sense of loss of strength after typhoid fever.A cold hand rested on her somewhat hot forehead, Jun Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately recognized the person standing at the head of her bed.

"Master." Jun Xuan coughed and wanted to get up.

"Mo Dong, you still have a fever." Daoist Chongyi gently held Jun Xuan who was about to get up, pulled a chair and sat down, he did not remove the hand on Jun Xuan's shoulder.

Looking at the pale girl with some pity, he said to Daoist Yi: "Look at Juehui, your shoulders are so thin, do you think you can really carry the world?"

Jun Xuan bit her lip, but said firmly: "Although it is difficult, Jue Hui will take it on her own!"

"Then let you take care of everything. What is your nephew going to do?" Daoist Chongyi disagreed, not aware of how disrespectful his words were to the emperor.

"But I... but I..."

Daoist Chongyi shook his head, looked into Junxuan's eyes, and interrupted her: "Juehui, look, Yu Chunyang said that you have our teachers and nephews on you. You It's true that Chunyang is a kinsman, but how can all of us men let the ups and downs fall on the head of a little girl like you?"

After a slight pause, Daoist Chongyi continued: "In the same way, the world is rising and falling. There are thousands of men and women in the frontiers, and there are thousands of talented people everywhere, and there are ninety-five respects sitting in the court. People in the world have their own divisions. It is true that there are people in need, but can you help them one by one?"

Facing the teacher's question, Jun Xuan suddenly lost his words.Of course she wants the world to be peaceful, and the world to be clean and peaceful.However, as long as the sun shines, there will inevitably be suffering.As for those sufferings, did Daozu's original intention really let her, the blessed one, save them one by one?

Daoist Chongyi raised his hand and rubbed the little girl's soft hair, and said lovingly in his voice, "Juehui, before you, Chunyang hadn't had a heavenly favored person for 300 years, but Chunyang has never been cut off. .Do you know why that is?"

Jun Xuan looked at Daoist Chongyi puzzledly, and the latter continued: "That's because for the disciples of Chunyang, Tianjue is more like a belief. Even in those 300 years, we always believed that Tianjue Dependents do exist, and Daozu never left us. In this case, as long as Daozu never leaves for a day, there is no reason for our Chunyang inheritance to be cut off."

Daoist Chongyi looked at this thin little girl with some expectations in his eyes, and seemed to be asking silently—Juehui, are you willing to live the belief of Chunyang, the belief of the world?Are you willing to become an existence that makes people feel at ease and full of hope just by mentioning your name?Would you like to?

Daoist Chongyi did not say these words, but Jun Xuan already understood.

She solemnly nodded to Daoist Chongyi, but suddenly felt a sense of relief that she had never felt before.Perhaps, she was too persistent before.Sometimes, she should really learn from Lu Xiaofeng and let herself relax a bit.

Daoist Chongyi quickly left Junxuan and Ye Gucheng's room.Jun Xuan had a good night's dream. When she woke up early in the morning, she found herself in the familiar embrace again.

Everything has changed, yet it seems like nothing has happened.

Jun Xuan and his party originally wanted to stay in Chunyang Palace for a few more days, but Daoist Chongyi let them go, apparently unwilling to keep them longer.It's not that Daoist Chongyi is indifferent, but that Chunyang lives in seclusion, and it's not beautiful to keep a few "worldly people" for too long.

As the New Year is approaching, Ximen Chuuxue originally wanted to invite Junxuan and Ye Gucheng to Wanmei Villa to celebrate the New Year together. However, Ye Gucheng is not only the lord of Baiyun City, but also the patriarch of the Ye clan. He still needs to take care of many matters such as worshiping ancestors during the New Year.What's more, so many incidents happened this year. Not only did Baiyun City have an extra wife of the city lord, but Ye's family also ended many years of old affairs.

That being the case, it was not easy for Ximen Chuuxue to stay longer, and the three of them parted ways under Huashan Mountain, each going home.

Junxuan and Ye Gucheng went all the way without hindrance, and soon arrived in the South China Sea, but Ximen Chuuxue did not go so smoothly.He himself did not expect that the battle between him and the Seven Swords of Huashan at the gate of Huashan was just the beginning.

During the seven-day journey from Mount Hua to Wanmei Villa, there were no less than ten people who challenged him, and not all of these ten people used swords, and they also made sneak attacks.

Ximen Chuuxue keenly discovered that someone was deliberately disclosing his whereabouts. "Slaying Ximen Chuuxue" is a huge pie drawn by someone, seeking revenge or fame, people in the world are always flocking to it.After all, after the Forbidden World War I, Ximen Chuuxue was pulled down from the altar, so there are always people who want to take a risk.

On the spacious official road, Ximen Chuuxue was stopped again.If this person formally challenged him, Ximen Chuuxue would always give him at least respect.But this time, what stopped him was a cold arrow shot from a dark place.

Ximen Chuuxue stabbed with his sword, breaking the cold arrow in two, then he jumped up, stepped on the arrow that hadn't landed, and stabbed at the green pine beside the official road with his sword.The tip of Ximen Chuuxue's sword sank directly into the man's throat, and with the sound of a heavy object falling, Ximen Chuuxue returned the sword into its sheath.

Looking at the dead body, Ximen Chuuxue frowned secretly.

"come out."

Ximen Chuixue's voice was cold, much colder than the severe winter wind.

He didn't pay attention when he was in Huashan, but he was stopped many times on the way home, if he couldn't notice the eyes peeping at him in the dark, he wouldn't be Ximen Chuuxue either.

After a while, under the cover of dense green pines, a young man in a royal blue robe walked out of it.His complexion was very pale, as if all the blood on his face had been taken away by the cold wind.His footsteps were also a little messy, but his eyes were fixed on Ximen Chuuxue, only the clenched hands on both sides revealed his strong self-possession.

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him, and said coldly, "What do you want?" He didn't have a sword, and Ximen Chuuxue didn't kill unarmed people.

These plain words shattered all the calmness of the young man, and the last trace of blood on his face had faded away.With a pale face, he knelt down in front of Ximen Chuuxue with a "plop".

"Help me! I can give you anything, save me!"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't even look at him, turned around and left—in this world, there may be people who kneel in front of Ximen Chuuxue and beg him not to kill him, but those who kneel and beg him to save others...is simply ridiculous.

Looking at the back of Ximen Chuuxue, the young man seemed to have reacted immediately, he quickly took two steps on his knees, and stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Ximen Chuuxue's robe.

How could Ximen Chuuxue allow him to get close?He was about to draw his sword, but stopped because of the man's words.

On the icy snow, a man was crying until he was crying, but he said to Ximen Chuuxue vaguely: "The owner of the village saved my life, and from now on... half of the Western Demon Cult will be yours! The owner of the village will save me!" !"

Western magic.

As soon as these four words came out, Ximen Chuuxue put down his hand covering the sword.He thought he knew who this man was.