When Lu Xiaofeng heard Ximen Chuixue talking about the second martial arts contest, she suddenly interrupted: "He used the flying sword?"
Ximen Chuixue's eyes flashed with light and he said, "Yes, a small sword."
After saying that, he put his left hand on his waist and took out a short, black thing and handed it to Lu Xiaofeng.
Lu Xiaofeng quickly took it and watched it.
This is a small sword that is as long as the palm of your hand. The word "gong" represents the handle and the rest is the blade. Lu Xiaofeng used the pad of his thumb to test the edge. It was as sharp as an ordinary sharp weapon.
While he was watching, Ximen Chuixue also explained: "The flying sword is three inches long and weighs three taels and six cents. It is made entirely of ordinary fine steel. It is edged on both sides and has a triangular edge without any spikes."
Lu Xiaofeng weighed the flying sword in her hand, then held it in the tiger's mouth and looked into the distance, then shook her head, changed it to the big, index, and middle fingers and tried it, but still shook her head, so she asked: "Taoist, at that time
How do you adjust it? I feel like it doesn’t work.”
Ximen Chuixue stretched out her hand to pass the flying sword, then stood up and stepped back a few steps, staring at Lu Xiaofeng with eyes that seemed to be closed but not closed.
His left hand naturally drooped, with half of the sword tip exposed in his palm.
For masters of Lu Xiaofeng's level, every move of the enemy could not be hidden from their eyes. Therefore, Lu Xiaofeng could see Ximen Chuixue's sword-holding posture at a glance.
The two fingers of the index finger hold the blade of the flying sword, and the thumb of the palm presses the hilt.
Then look at Ximen Chuixue's standing posture. His shoulders are slightly staggered in front and back, his eyes are looking straight, his waist and back are naturally relaxed, his legs are shoulder-width apart, and he has the air of a great master.
Seeing this, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but be fascinated. Ximen Chuixue was so heart-wrenching just by following his example. From this, she could get a glimpse of how graceful the Taoist would be when he used it himself!
Ximen Chuixue came back, carefully inserted the flying sword into the brocade pouch at his waist, and picked up the wine glass.
Lu Xiaofeng came back to her senses at this time and asked: "How many swords have you dodged?"
After hearing this, Ximen Chuixue's iceberg face that had remained unchanged for many years finally showed an expression. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said: "I didn't dodge even a single sword blow. If the other party didn't want to kill me, the place where I was struck by the sword should have been in my throat!
"
"Ah!" Lu Xiaofeng almost slipped off the recliner and said hurriedly: "Can't you see where the flying sword came from?"
"I couldn't see it. I only saw his hand raised, and then I was hit by the sword on my right shoulder." Ximen Chuixue shook his head and said. He ignored Lu Xiaofeng's surprise and said with longing in his eyes: "Although I lost, the Taoist knocked me away.
It opened up a new world for my swordsmanship. In the past, my sword was only fast, but now I finally understand that the sword should also have its spirit and its will."
"You mean..." Lu Xiaofeng was a little confused.
Ximen Chuixue grabbed the long sword sheathed aside and placed it across his knees. He stroked his cold face with his left hand and said, "My way of swordsmanship should be the way of ruthlessness!"
"The way of ruthlessness! The ruthlessness that no one in the world can kill?" Lu Xiaofeng lost her voice.
Ximen Chuixue's tone suddenly became louder, "If the gods and Buddhas in the sky want to stop me, I will kill them with one sword!"
Lu Xiaofeng had never seen Ximen Chuixue being so excited. Thinking of herself again, she couldn't help but shook her head and murmured: "Then what kind of Tao am I? A bastard Tao?"
Ximen Chuixue said loudly: "No, although you are a bastard and like to meddle in other people's affairs, you only care about injustices. In fact, you value friendship and justice in your heart, which is the way to stop killing!"
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, then laughed out loud after a while, pointed at Ximen Chuixue and said: "Then we are not natural enemies, can we still be friends?"
Ximen Chuixue shook his head and said seriously: "My sword only kills evildoers. As long as you don't do bad things, of course we will still be friends!"
Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said: "But people in the world say that I love to seduce other people's wives..."
Ximen Chuixue waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's just your wish. I've never heard of you using coercion."
"Haha..." Lu Xiaofeng huddled up on the recliner with her body hunched over, laughing so hard that she was out of breath. After a long time, she said: "Then I really have to thank you, thank you for not killing me!"
When he was laughing so much that he was about to shed tears, he finally laughed enough.
He sat up, picked up the wine glass, drank the wine in one gulp, and said solemnly: "Since you still regard me as a friend, you won't refuse if I ask you for a favor, right?"
Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "Yes!"
Lu Xiaofeng choked and said with a smile: "Don't you want to hear the reason why I asked you for help?"
Ximen Chuixue looked up at the sky, as if to avoid Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, and then said: "I won't listen. No reason can force me to do something I don't want to do!"
Lu Xiaofeng smiled, and the gangster lay down on the soft chair and said, "What if I set your house on fire?"
Ximen Chuixue suddenly smiled, smiling happily. But because he seldom smiled, his smile always seemed to have a faint sarcasm in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes.
Lu Xiaofeng ignored his smile and continued bravely: "I came to you this time because I wanted you to help me do something. And I also promised others that if you don't want to help me, I will
Just set the house on fire."
Ximen Chuixue stared at him for a long time.
Then he slowly said: "You are still my friend. Friends have the meaning of making money, so what's mine is my friend's. So no matter when you want to burn my house, you can do it, no matter where you start.
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Lu Xiaofeng was stunned. He knew that Ximen Chuixue never joked. His words were like arrows shot out and could never be undone.
Ximen Chuixue looked at Lu Xiaofeng who was stunned, and said to himself: "I have rosin and kerosene in the warehouse behind me. I suggest you start burning there, preferably at night, because the flames look the most beautiful at this time.
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Lu Xiaofeng sighed and lamented: "Datong and Dazhi are indeed right, there is no way to impress Ximen Chuixue!"
Ximen Chuixue had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Do you believe what they say?"
Lu Xiaofeng spread her hands and said nothing. Doesn't this mean that this is the truth?
Ximen Chuixue laughed again. He laughed more times today than in the past few years combined, and said: "But they said it wrong."
Lu Xiaofeng looked up at him in surprise and said, "Oh! What's wrong?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "I'm just about to go out and test the world with my sword. If you agree to a condition, I can do you a favor!"
Lu Xiaofeng asked: "What are the conditions?"
Ximen Chuixue's face twitched, as if it was hard to hold back his laughter, and he said word by word: "As long as you shave cleanly."
Lu Xiaofeng laughed dumbly and raised his hand to touch his beard. After a long time, he hesitated and said: "How about forget it! Your right hand is injured, I'm afraid it's inconvenient..."
With a "dang" sound, the dark flying sword was thrown onto the table. Ximen Chuixue said: "It's just a minor injury. It doesn't hurt the muscles and bones. It will be fine in a few days. Also, I can still use the sword with my left hand!"