As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 137 136: Art

For those in the world who had no chance to go to the palace to watch the battle, what happened on the night of September [-]th was already a mystery.

There was anything to say, true and false rumors quickly spread in the capital, and then spread in all directions with the capital as the center.

"Ximen Chuixue was defeated!"

"Ye Gucheng is also missing!"

This is the only certain news.

The two top swordsmen in the world were defeated before they could fight each other.

The decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City ended in a way that no one expected.

In just three days, rumors were rife in the capital.

At this time, another piece of news was like a huge stone thrown into the lake, causing waves in the world.

"Three years later, the mysterious swordsman who defeated Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue will wait for their challenge again in three years!"

The hearts of ordinary people in the world were filled with excitement after hearing this. Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, how strong will these two swordsmen be in three years? !

But the top Jianghu people, such as Taoist Mu, felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

That is Shou Lei!
Defeating Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, it is reasonable to say that they became famous in one battle and shocked the world, but they did not even show their faces, and their whereabouts were sparse, leaving only two mysterious figures.

Not for fame and fortune, but to declare his existence in this way.

They felt a little inconsistent in their hearts, because they couldn't figure out what these two people were thinking and for what purpose.

For the sake of one's own swordsmanship, there is no need to make such a big show, and for the sake of fame, there is no need to be secretive.

Top experts naturally have their own channels for information, especially people like Sikong Zhaixing and Lu Xiaofeng who have a wide network of contacts. A closer inspection will always reveal clues about the two of them.

The investigation was even more troublesome, because these two people seemed to have no past, but their whereabouts spread all over the north and south in a few years, from the bitter cold outside the pass to the south of the Yangtze River, Sichuan, and Qinghai, there were people suspected of them.

Sikong Zhaixing took Ximen Chuixue's sword and took a closer look. He had never had this opportunity before, because Ximen Chuixue would not allow others to touch his sword, and his sword would never leave his body.

"There are so many things that I can't figure out. In the past, Ximen Chuixue often advised others not to fight with him and let them practice for another ten or eight years to become a master, because he was lonely without an opponent." Sikong Zhaixing said casually, "Now Now that he has a rival, he should be happy... no, he should be happy, he is not lonely now."

Lu Xiaofeng glared at him, what he said sarcastically...if he thought about it carefully, he couldn't find anything wrong with it.

Ximen Chuixue often feels lonely. He naturally knows that it is precisely because he cannot find an opponent that he has the battle at the top of the Forbidden City. But now——

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Never speak big words in the future, otherwise you may not know what day they will come true."

Ximen Chuixue is no longer lonely, but she doesn’t know if she can still hold the sword?
He went to Hefangzhai to see, but Sun Xiuqing had disappeared without a trace, and Ximen Chuixue was nowhere to be found. There were not many sword masters in the world, only a few top ones, but now there were suddenly two more, but two less.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Let's go!"

Sikong Zhaixing asked: "Where are you going?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked in the direction of Wanmei Villa, "Send the sword back to him." He sighed softly, "We can't really use the sword anymore."

Sikong Zhaixing said: "Unless he defeats that woman."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "How to defeat that woman without a sword?"

Sikong Zhaixing was stunned. He hadn't thought about it carefully before. If he couldn't use the sword, wouldn't he have no chance to challenge again in this life?
Lu Xiaofeng said: "It is not necessary to use a sword to learn swordsmanship. He doesn't use this sword now, but he will use it in the future. Even if he really doesn't use the sword anymore, this sword should go silent with him."

Sikong Zhaixing threw the sword to him, leaving a sentence of "Go on your own," then rushed out of the window and disappeared without a trace.

Wanmei Villa.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the flowers all over the mountains and plains, and suddenly felt a sense of difference between things and people.

He was not sure whether Ximen Chuixue was there, but according to past habits, Ximen Chuixue must be there.

Because Ximen Chuixue only goes out four times a year, and only goes out when killing people. The rest of the time, he lives in this villa, savoring the loneliness of snow.

He didn't need to knock on the door because Wanmei Villa already had guests at this time.

Who would come to visit Wanmei Villa?
Ximen Chuixue has few friends.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes narrowed, and he became worried almost instantly. He should have thought of it a long time ago - Ximen Chuixue without a sword would be a perfect opportunity for his enemies.Sweeping into the house like the wind, he saw Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuixue sat on a wooden bench with her back to him, facing the mountains of flowers, as if she was smelling the fragrance of the flowers.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Behind him lay three corpses.

"They think I'm useless without a sword." Ximen Chuixue said calmly.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart dropped.

Is Ximen Chuixue still Ximen Chuixue without a sword?Of course, it's just not the swordsman Ximen Chuixue.

Just as he was about to laugh, Ximen Chuixue turned around, and Lu Xiaofeng's smile froze.

Shengxue is still dressed in white, but her black hair has a little bit of gray.

Like an old man.

Lu Xiaofeng could hardly recognize that this was his good friend.

The cold star-like eyes disappeared, and only calmness remained. Ximen Chuixue looked at him calmly.

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a moment and placed the sword on the table next to her.

Ximen Chuixue didn't look at it, but just raised his glass.

Lu Xiaofeng looked more relaxed.

Because Ximen Chuixue still drinks plain water. This man never drinks because he is always ready to kill people. If Ximen Chuixue also starts drinking, that is what he should be worried about.

Ximen Chuixue said: "Ye Gucheng was also defeated?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Probably so."

Ximen Chuixue said nothing, but looked at the reflection in the water in the glass.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't stay long, and when he was about to leave, Sun Xiuqing came out to see him off.

"Do you know how he mastered that kind of swordsmanship?" Sun Xiuqing said suddenly.

Lu Xiaofeng turned her head slightly and looked at the flowers all over the mountains and plains, which looked like the red color blooming when the blade of a sword stabbed a person, "Because he really regarded killing as a sacred and beautiful thing, and he dedicated his life to it." For this matter, he is only truly alive when he kills, other times, he is just waiting."

Blood flowers bloomed under the sword. After that moment of brilliance, all that was left was loneliness, so Ximen Chuixue often tasted loneliness.

Now that I don’t have a sword and can’t see those moments anymore, wouldn’t it make me feel even more lonely?

Sun Xiuqing nodded and said, "You are his true friend."

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask: "Is he... really okay?"

Sun Xiuqing's expression was a bit strange. She looked at the vast dusk, as if she was looking at something, or just in a trance, "The person who defeated him had killed many people, many more than he had killed."

Lu Xiaofeng said nothing and was not surprised.

Sun Xiuqing continued: "But she is the opposite of Ximen Chuixue. She does not regard killing as a sacred thing, nor does she regard the sword as something important. She even hates killing." - This is what Ximen Chuixue is facing. I told her after the mountains of flowers sat withered for three days.

Lu Xiaofeng already understood why Ximen Chuixue became like this, "That man defeated more than just his sword."

The dusk is misty, the cool autumn wind carries the fragrance of flowers, and the flowers on the hillside are blown.

Mysterious and beautiful.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly thought of Huamanlou. He must like the flowers on this hillside.

"Killing is not sacred." He said for Hua Manlou.

The boundless night suddenly enveloped the earth, and Lu Xiaofeng walked into the night.

(End of this chapter)