There is a kind of person who is close to the realm of God because he is ruthless!
There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see, because everyone who was lucky enough to witness it has been buried!
There is a kind of loneliness that cannot be described because it comes from the depths of the soul.
Ximen Chuixue is such a person.
He rarely walks around the world, but his swordsmanship is powerful in the world.
He is withdrawn and unsmiling by nature.
He loves swords as much as his life, takes human lives in the blink of an eye, and regards killing as an art.
He is tall and handsome, with a tall body and white clothes like snow.
But his sword is black, jet black, long and narrow, ancient, and the sharpest weapon in the world. The blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches long, and its net weight is seven kilograms and thirteen taels.
His family background is very good, and the wealth and splendor of Wanmei Villa where he lives is definitely not inferior to that of the Jiangnan Hua family.
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There are no plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa now.
Because this is the fourth month of the year, when peach blossoms and azaleas are in bloom.
On the hillside, a man with four eyebrows and a handsome and elegant man stood together.
Lu Xiaofeng, who had four eyebrows, looked up at Wanmei Villa on the top of the mountain with a worried look on her face.
But the elegant man is different. He is facing the flowers all over the mountains and fields, with an indescribable brilliance on his peaceful and tranquil face, like a girl in first love gazing at her love affectionately.
Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but said: "Brother Hua, although I don't want to spoil the scenery, as soon as it gets dark, Ximen Chuixue will no longer see any visitors."
Brother Hua didn't even look back and said, "Even you?"
"Even the King of Heaven is missing."
"What if he's not here?"
"He must be there. He only goes out four times a year at most, and he only goes out when he kills people."
"So he only kills a maximum of four people a year."
"Not necessarily. Sometimes we kill a few more people at a time. But we kill all the people who deserve to be killed."
Brother Hua was silent for a long time and sighed: "Who should be killed and who should not be killed? Who decides?"
Lu Xiaofeng didn't answer because he didn't have an answer. Brother Hua didn't seem to need his answer, so he said directly: "Go find him, I'd rather wait for you here."
Lu Xiaofeng nodded at his back and walked up the mountain.
Lu Xiaofeng didn't say hello because she knew he could "see" her.
Lu Xiaofeng did not persuade him to go up the mountain together because Lu Xiaofeng knew him too well.
No one has ever seen him lose his temper, but if he decides on something, no one has ever been able to change his mind.
Sure enough, he knew that Lu Xiaofeng had left. Still facing the mountain of flowers, he said slowly: "When you see him, you'd better try my method first, and then yours."
Lu Xiaofeng laughed "haha", waved her right hand behind her, and continued up the mountain.
After the report, Lu Xiaofeng was led to a courtyard.
There are no flowers in the courtyard, but it is filled with the fragrance of flowers, which is soft and elegant, just like the snow blowing on Ximen.
However, in the fragrance of flowers that filled the courtyard, Lu Xiaofeng smelled a hint of blood.
He thanked the man who led the way and sat down unceremoniously on a soft chair made of evergreen wings, staring at Ximen who was dressed in white and blowing blood.
Ximen Chuixue seemed not to know that Lu Xiaofeng was coming, and still looked up at the clouds in the sky.
A soft flute sound came like the wind, seeming close but actually far away, which stirred up Lu Xiaofeng's melancholy.
Just listen to him sigh: "Are you injured?"
Ximen Chuixue shook the sprinkling cup with her left hand, green wine rippling in it, and replied: "Yes, I am injured."
Lu Xiaofeng frowned and said, "Who can hurt you?"
Ximen Chuixue stopped shaking his wine glass and said calmly: "A person, a person with a flying sword."
"People who use flying swords?" Lu Xiaofeng's brows furrowed even more.
"Yes. His flying sword is faster than my sword. I believe that your Lingxi can't catch it with one finger." Ximen Chuixue was not in pain, but instead had longing in his eyes.
Lu Xiaofeng pondered: "A young man in Taoist attire?"
Ximen Chuixue finally lowered her head and said in surprise: "Do you know him?"
Lu Xiaofeng smiled, leaned back on the chair, and said: "Sikong Zhaixing's secret treasure cave was robbed. It's not surprising that he was robbed. There are too many people who wanted to hide his treasure cave, but what's strange is that Sikong Zhaixing
He wanted to run away but didn't run away, and even took the initiative to lead someone to grab it in a daze."
Ximen Chuixue said: "The person who robbed him is also a Taoist priest?"
Lu Xiaofeng nodded and said, "Exactly, five days ago."
"Oh" Ximen Chuixue responded and raised a glass to drink.
Lu Xiaofeng said: "He also asked Sikong Zhaixing to bring me a message, saying that he would come to me in a month."
"Oh" Ximen Chuixue responded again.
Lu Xiaofeng said dissatisfied: "Oh, what do you mean? Aren't you worried about me?"
Ximen Chuixue gently put down his wine glass and said, "Why should I be anxious? You are not his opponent anyway."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said: "I thought I was your friend, but would you take action for your friend?"
Ximen Chuixue shook his head and said: "I am not his opponent now, and it is useless to help him."
Lu Xiaofeng's face became even more bitter and sighed: "Then you should tell me about this Taoist's martial arts. I have to be prepared to die in advance!"
"Okay." Ximen Chuixue agreed readily.
The story he tells is simple.
A Taoist came to Wanmei Villa and invited Ximen Chuixue to challenge him by name. The servant had seen too many people who wanted to become famous by challenging the owner of the village, so he refused directly.
Unexpectedly, the Taoist took out a piece of wood from his arms and handed it to the servant. He also said that the owner of Ximen Village would definitely agree when he saw it.
The servant looked at this piece of wood, which was as thick as a wrist and ordinary, and sent the letter to Ximen Chuixue's hand with doubt.
Ximen Chuixue was delighted when he saw it, because he could see the peerless swordsmanship in this piece of wood.
The smooth wood had a flat cross-section, and the outer skin was not shaved off but shaved off with a sword. Ximen Chuixue could even count the sword wielder's seven sword strikes in total.
Each sword is like a butcher undressing an ox, penetrating between the bark and the flesh of the wood without damaging the wood at all.
Ximen Chuixue knew he had met his opponent, but wasn't this opponent exactly what he hoped for?
So he ordered his servants to treat him with courtesy and introduced Taoist priests.
After the Taoist came in, he gave the Taoist a hand, and then said a word of indifference: "I am a poor Taoist, I am here to ask Master Ximen for swordsmanship, please!"
After saying that, he pulled out an ordinary stainless steel sword from his back.
Ximen Chuixue was not a talkative person, so he drew his black sword and responded.
The Taoist rushes to attack, his swordsmanship is light and strange, and he often attacks people from unexpected places.
Ximen Chuixue took twelve steps back, finally figured out the path of the Taoist's sword, and thrust out with his sword.
Ximen Chuixue, who had never failed, missed.
In fact, it was not considered a miss. His black sword still stabbed the Taoist in the mouth. However, the black sword seemed to have stabbed oil-splashed ice and passed under the Taoist's armpit. No blood bloomed.
Ximen Chuixue was stunned, but saw the Taoist suddenly retreat a long distance, shook his head and said: "It seems that Pindao's swordsmanship is still insufficient. Pindao lost this battle."
Ximen Chuixue secretly thought that it was a pity that this Taoist was already the strongest swordsman he had seen since he started practicing swordplay at the age of five. Now that he seemed to want to give up, he couldn't help but sigh that it was hard to find an opponent.
Just when he was about to give the Taoist a gift, something unexpected happened.
The Taoist said again: "Swordsmanship is not my strongest martial arts. I wonder if Master Ximen dares to try it again?"
It was rare for Ximen Chuixue to meet an opponent. Naturally, he was delighted to hear the battle and agreed without any hesitation.
Chapter completed!