Shi'er's daily life, not to mention going to the house and unveiling tiles, is full of tricks and tricks. He was taught a lot of skills by Yan Chixia, and was tied up at home, like a hungry wolf in a cage. If he is tied up for a long time, he will have a bad temper and will subconsciously
It will cause some small damage.
Of course, it's okay to say that he is a draft of a wolf. He is a bohemian who loves freedom and will tear down the house if he is not allowed to go out.
Shi'er finally got down to business and installed two doors in Wumenju. Although he deliberately went against Yan Chixia, there is still a door, and it is better than tearing down the roof.
And now that Shi'er has left the army and left, this door has become Yan Chixia's thoughts. She managed to get kicked down without provoking anyone, how could Yan Chixia endure it.
"Brother Yan, I haven't seen you for several months, but you are still as charming and grumpy as ever."
Xiahou Swordsman pulled out the long black sword from his back and said with a grin: "That's fine. If you are treating guests as a host, I would be embarrassed to force you to draw your sword."
"Pooh!"
Yan Chixia spat on the ground and cursed: "Stop putting gold on your face. You have been chasing me for seven years. How often do you not cut me down when I come up? Are you embarrassed?"
"Since Brother Yan said so, I won't pretend to be a gentleman."
The Xiahou swordsman held his sword in front of him, and his sword intent was accompanied by murderous intent, rushing towards Yan Chixia: "You old guy, you have taken the title of the best swordsman in the world, and you are hiding in Tibet. How can you kill us swordsmen?"
It’s painful.”
"I've already said it's a false name, but you still mention it?"
"What a false name. If you don't want it, then give it to me!"
"In a dream, I smashed my door, and I won't give it to anyone."
"In this way, you can tell the difference between the sword and the sword..."
Xiahou Swordsman flicked his long black sword, and a wisp of sword energy shot out quickly, heading straight for Yan Chixia's throat.
Clang!
The sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring burst through the air from inside the house. Before Yan Chixia grasped the big sword and pointed it into a sword, she cut off the sword energy shooting from the sky with her sword intention.
"Good swordsmanship!"
The Xiahou swordsman was delighted when he saw the hunting spirit. He raised his hand and struck down with another sword energy.
Yan Chixia blocked with her sword. After receiving the sword energy, she stepped on the ground with her toes. She raised her sword and stabbed Xiahou Swordsman's throat.
For a moment, the sharp sword energy came out of the body and swept in all directions. The fallen leaves of the bamboo forest were falling, and the invisible sword intent cut them in mid-air. All of them were divided into two.
Xiahou swordsman was not weak at all. He swung his sword to meet Yan Chixia, and the sword energy rose up all over the sky. From the beginning of the fight between the two, it wreaked havoc on the bamboo forest.
Liao Wenjie opened the door and dragged Xiaoshuang, who was standing stupidly, into the room. He watched the two elite swordsmen fight in front of the window.
Buzz buzz!!
In mid-air, Xiahou Swordsman and Yan Chixia fought from the ground to the roof. He held the sword in both hands and struck hard, and the black sword light rose into the sky. He chopped down a courtyard to pieces.
Coincidentally, this is the house where Yan Chixia lives.
Demolish the door first? Then demolish the house? No matter how good-tempered Yan Chixia is, she should be angry? What's more, he has a bad temper to begin with.
"Xiahou thief, take my sword!"
Yan Chixia's eyebrows stood upright, with a sword in her hand, the sword energy filled the sky and poured down, surrounding the Xiahou swordsman from three levels inside and outside.
"Well come."
The Xiahou swordsman danced his black sword with splashes of ink, guarding his position tightly. When he saw Yan Chixia getting closer and closer in front of him, he shouted loudly, raised his sword with both arms and slashed Huashan with a heavy blow.
The jet-black sword energy moved forward in an unstoppable manner, emptying the surrounding air waves and roaring towards Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia lightly raised her big sword, slapped away the dark sword energy, and struck in front of the Xiahou swordsman in three steps. The sword intention was concealed, and she slashed straight into his chest.
boom!!
The two swords collided, and sword energy and sword energy burst out, exploding between the two of them.
Xiahou Swordsman retreated about ten meters, and when he saw Yan Chixia retreating further than him, he immediately burst into laughter.
That's how it should be. In today's battle, he can not only avenge his previous humiliation, but also win the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world. From now on, all swordsmen in the world will respect him.
"Laugh your ass off!"
Yan Chixia cursed, there was nothing wrong with the sword strike just now, the timing, the sword move, it was all his fault.
For a moment, he was so angry that he attacked violently, forgetting that the Xiahou swordsman was born with divine power.
"Brother Yan, come again..."
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding
The two of them flew high and low, fighting inextricably in the courtyard. The sword energy was endless and the surrounding houses were crumbling. They were oppressed by the sharp sword energy and would collapse at any time.
Liao Wenjie held up the red thread and watched the two fighting intently, feeling extremely confused.
The swordsman in black broke into the house and was identified by Yan Chixia. He was the Xiahou swordsman who was seduced by the top man outside Lanruo Temple and then died tragically under the tongue of the tree demon grandma.
Then the question arises, how could this guy die worthless if he is so powerful?
Could it be that he fought Yan Chixia first, and then the top card, and rushed to the stage one after another, which made his back sore and his legs weak, and only then was the Dryad Granny taking advantage of him?
In the courtyard, Yan Chixia gradually gained the upper hand. She swept, teased, pointed, and stabbed with her exquisite sword moves one after another, forcing the Xiahou swordsman to retreat step by step.
Xiahou's swordsmen were not willing to be outdone. The soldiers came to block him, the water came and the earth covered him, and the black sword protected him, making the defense airtight.
He used his moves as he saw them, and although his sword moves were far less sophisticated than Yan Chixia's, they were better at being fast, accurate, and ruthless. From time to time, he would exchange injuries for injuries, which made Yan Chixia quite afraid.
After dozens of rounds, Yan Chixia's wind was light and the clouds were clear, and Xiahou Swordsman's breathing was rapid. If you press the button until the end, the winner will be determined.
However, Xiahou Swordsman just refused to accept it. The masters fought each other for a breath, and he didn't believe that Yan Chixia had no flaws at all.
The two were ten meters apart, holding swords and looking at each other from a distance. Their eyes swept over each other's vital points, and they used their swords to fight against each other in the air.
The cyclone rolled up, and the clanging sword sounds continued one after another.
Suddenly a hurricane spread out, blowing dead branches and leaves all over the yard. There was a crisp sound on the back of Xiahou Swordsman's head, and the knot holding his long hair broke, and he stood with disheveled hair.
"Brother Xiahou, you lost again."
"Not yet, I can still fight!"
"Okay, I'll let you win and be convinced..."
By now, Xiahou Swordsman's aura was disordered, but Yan Chixia was becoming more and more calm. The two of them looked at each other with swords in their hands. The enemy could not move and I could not move, and neither of them attacked rashly.
Falling leaves were flying, and at the moment when the two people's sight was blocked, the Xiahou swordsman suddenly rose up, sprinted in front of Yan Chixia, and slashed down with a roar of sword light, diagonally splitting it into two.
The light of the sword suddenly stopped. Xiahou looked at the empty space in front of him and stood there blankly. He was about to turn around when he felt a chill in his lower back, but Yan Chixia held the sword against his vital part.
"Brother Xiahou, your mind is not stable enough. The more you fight, the more your sword power becomes scattered, and the sword moves become more and more chaotic. Even if you can defeat me in the early stage, you will not be able to persist until the end." Yan Chixia commented kindly.
"Wonderful, thank you Brother Yan for your advice!"
Xiahou Swordsman gritted his teeth and said 'thank you', put his black sword into its sheath, and strode towards Wumenjuwai: "Just wait, I will definitely come back."
"What a shame, I can't stay in this wretched place."
Yan Chixia looked unlucky, her secluded place was exposed, and there would definitely be an endless stream of challengers in the future. In addition, Shier left after leaving the army, Wumenju felt sad when he saw it, and he decided to move now.
"Master Yan, who is the murderer?"
Liao Wenjie stepped forward to ask, with a confused look on his face. It was his first time meeting Xiahou Swordsman, and he really didn't know his identity.
"We became friends when we met. I am not familiar with him. I only know that his surname is Xiahou."
Yan Chixia shook her head and said: "Ever since I met him seven years ago, he has been biting me and chasing me wherever I go. Now he has even found Wumenju. It's really annoying.
"
"Why is he chasing you?"
"It's a long story..."
Yan Chixia pursed her lips and sighed: "When I was young, I was a catcher. I had frequent contacts with people in the world. I learned a lot of skills. I became more and more sophisticated in my swordsmanship, and I caught more and more bad guys. Gradually, some
People with malicious intentions gave me the title of 'The Best Sword in the World'."
"From then on, every time I went out to investigate a case, there would be people in the world who would provoke and cause trouble. I defeated them one by one, and my reputation became stronger and stronger. My title of 'The Best Sword in the World' became more and more stable."
"Later on, there were countless masters who lost to me. The title of No. 1 in the world was so powerful that people in the world coveted it. Xiahou was one of them..."
"Oh, I was ignorant when I was young. At that time, I thought that the 'best sword in the world' was very majestic and could be used to scare bad guys. Now that I think about it, it would be better to exchange it for a bottle of wine. I regret it at the beginning!"
I do not believe.
Liao Wenjie despised him in his heart. Yan Chixia didn't like the title of 'The Best Sword in the World', so if she gave it up, Xiahou Swordsman wouldn't give it up even though he was so fierce. She must be disdainful, but she was happier in her heart than anyone else.
"By the way, Ajie, please tidy up. We will set off immediately. We can't stay here without a home."
"???"
"Today there is Xiahou, and tomorrow there will be Dongfang and Linghu. Even if they are powerful, I can't afford to offend them, so I can't afford to hide them!"
"Master Yan, where are we going?"
Liao Wenjie's eyes lit up, yes, yes, now that Xiahou Swordsman has appeared, the next step will definitely be the midnight theater of the top star and the white prostitute.
"I don't know, I can go anywhere."
Yan Chixia returned to her room and started packing her luggage.
Liao Wenjie was alone and had nothing to prepare. He went back to the house to tidy up, wrapped the red umbrella and tied it behind his back with a red rope.
"Son..."
Xiaoshuang followed closely behind Liao Wenjie, with tears in her eyes, she raised her hand and grabbed his sleeve.
Please take it away.
"When I go out to explore the world, my life is precarious. I may die at any time. I can't take you with me."
Liao Wenjie looked at Xiaoshuang up and down, sighed and said: "You are a poor person, but I don't have the life of a young master, so I don't need a maid to serve you. Your lady gave you to me because she asked me to protect you. She took it for granted.
."
"Sir, the young lady has left [Xin], and you even drove me away..."
"Needless to say, my brother Hongjian is not here. When he comes back, you can pass a message to me."
Liao Wenjie interrupted ruthlessly, and regardless of Xiaoshuang's blurry eyes, he said bluntly: "He will take the provincial examination soon. You pretend to be a book boy and follow him. When you meet the scholar you like... Be sure to have literary talent... No, be honest."
It’s better to avoid being bullied in the future.”
"..."
"You keep one of these two bags of silver for your dowry, and give the other to Brother Hongjian. He is going out to take the exam. Whether it is making friends or providing basic necessities, money management is essential."
Liao Wenjie patted Xiaoshuang's head: "We are just passers-by. There is no need to be persistent. Why don't we just forget about each other and live our lives as ourselves? Your lady's hard work will not be in vain."