Martial Arts: A Chinese Ghost Story, Huang Rong Tears

Ximen Chuuxue still gave the straightforward answer:

"No need to say much."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, and continued to ask:
"Why do you have to fight Ye Gucheng?"

"Just because he is Ye Gucheng and I am Ximen Chuuxue."

Ximen Chuuxue seemed to say a meaningless nonsense, but Lu Xiaofeng fully understood the weight of this sentence.

Two lone swordsmen are like two meteors, if they meet, they will definitely hit earth-shattering sparks without any reason.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaofeng had no choice but to shake his head helplessly.

The relationship between the two is irreversible, but no one can shake the other's decision.

"Okay, let's not talk about that then."

Lu Xiaofeng continued to chatter to himself:

"I heard that sister Xiuqing likes to read Li Qiye's novels the most, and the latest issue of Li Qiye's novels is due to come out in the past two days, why don't you buy a copy and send it to Mount Emei personally for her? "

Ximen Chuuxue just glanced at him and didn't speak again.

"Oh, Ximen, you can't do this, when will you be able to embrace the beauty, but yes, if you go up the mountain, I guess the Miejue Shitai can cut you into eight pieces with the Yitian sword.

Juejue Shitai is the current head of Emei. Since the previous head was killed by Ximen Chuuxue, Juejue has been seeking revenge from Ximen Chuuxue.

She and Sun Xiuqing are two extremes.

Sun Xiuqing can do anything for love, but Miejue Shitai can do anything for revenge.

She still doesn't know that Ximen Chuuxue is at the foot of Mount Emei.

If he knew, he probably would have come immediately with the Yitian sword.

"Let's eat cake."

Ximen Chuuxue raised his hand, and a piece of cake directly blocked Lu Xiaofeng's mouth.

"hey-hey……"

Lu Xiaofeng was so thick-skinned that he didn't care at all, but enjoyed the cake instead.

"Come here, come, the latest issue of Mr. Qiye's "A Chinese Ghost Story" is out."

"It's terrible, Li Qiye predicted that Ximen Chuuxue will fight Ye Gucheng!"

"Hurry up and buy it, Li Qiye asserts that Ye Gucheng's time is numbered, and he will eventually die under Ximen Chuixue's sword!"

At this moment, at the entrance of the only bookstore in the small town under the mountain, several bookstore buddies began to shout loudly.

Their yelling immediately excited everyone in the town.

With a shout, the small town at the foot of Mount Emei suddenly became lively.

"Look quickly, Ximen, the opportunity has come. Mr. Qiye's "A Chinese Ghost Story" is out. Don't say my brother didn't remind you, Mr. Qiye's novel is very popular."

"I have to buy a few copies quickly, I need them when I go to Yichun Courtyard."

Lu Xiaofeng heard the voice, and the next moment he performed lightness kung fu and came to the door of the bookstore.

"Ten books!"

"Okay, you take it."

The bookstore clerk grinned, and sold a copy of Li Qiye's storybook for a couple of dollars. You must know that paper from this age is very expensive.

So what the bookstore earns is huge profits.

To Lu Xiaofeng, ten taels of silver was not a small amount of money.

Because he has no restraint in spending and likes to go to brothels, he is often penniless.

"Damn, it's so expensive."

The ten novels have emptied almost all of his savings, but Lu Xiaofeng didn't care, because these novels can make him have a happy night.

It's worth it.

"Ximen, here, don't say that brother doesn't take care of you, one tael of silver for one copy, hurry up and take one, and send it to Mount Emei quietly in a while."

"If you don't dare, I can also help you...help you...uh...I'll go, this Li Qiye...what's going on?"

Lu Xiaofeng returned to the bakery with the story book, originally wanted to give Ximen Chuuxue a copy, and asked him to send it to Sun Xiuqing on the mountain, so that they could increase their goodwill.

As a result, he accidentally opened a book and glanced at it. The main news on the first page was Li Qiye's prediction that Ximen Chuuxue would fight Ye Gucheng.

And Li Qiye directly asserted that Ximen Chuuxue won in the end, but he also lost.

He won because Ye Gucheng must die, and he wanted to die under the sword of Ximen Chuuxue.

The loser was Li Qiye who actually said that because Ximen Chuuxue fell in love with a woman, he had concerns about swordsmanship, so he lost to Ye Gucheng in terms of moves.

What does this mean?
Although Li Qiye and his own ideas are somewhat different.

But the end of Ye Gucheng is approaching, what does it mean to die under the sword of Ximen Chuuxue?
You know, if there is no accident, Ye Gucheng, who is in the realm of the master, will live to be 80 or [-] years old, which is nothing to say!

Isn't this just to express Ximen Chuuxue's invincibility?
If Li Qiye was talking about himself, Lu Xiaofeng would not be upset.

But the other party was talking about his good friend, so Lu Xiaofeng got a little angry.

From his point of view, Li Qiye used his fame to confuse the crowd before the outcome was announced.

Everyone knows that Lu Xiaofeng is resourceful and resourceful, but sometimes being too clever will make things complicated.

Of course, he couldn't blame him for thinking deeply about this matter.

After all, such rumors spread in advance before the decisive battle, and anyone with a little brain would find it problematic.

If Ximen Chuuxue loses, it means that his skills are not as good as others, and his name is not worthy of his name. This is flattery.

And if Ximen Chuixue wins, under the misleading rumors, it will become invincible.

This simply made Ximen Chuuxue look like a human being.

Really good calculation!
Ye Gucheng pretended to be a sword fairy in white, and did such a nasty thing.

And the one who disappointed him the most was Li Qiye.

He has always liked Li Qiye's script, but this time the other party suddenly "carried private goods", so he had to think that Li Qiye had been "bought off" by Ye Gucheng.

"Li Qiye, Li Qiye, in the end, it turns out that you are just a talkative storyteller, and I think highly of you."

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng muttering to himself in the script, Ximen Chuuxue was very puzzled.

He took the story book and looked at it for a while, but he didn't care, and said:
"It's just a storyteller. It's just some sensational remarks. Don't pay attention to it."

In the eyes of Ximen Chuuxue, a person like Li Qiye has no right to make him care about him.

Like an eagle hovering in the sky, it never cares about the chirping of sparrows.

If Sun Xiuqing was not Li Qiye's book fan, he wouldn't even bother to know that there was such a person.

"It happens to be fine tomorrow, so I'm going to meet Li Qiye for a while."

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, one bad idea after another came to his mind.

"what ever."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't care about Li Qiye's life or death, he only cared about two things.

Sun Xiuqing.

The battle with Ye Gucheng.

Other than that, nothing.