Martial Arts: A Chinese Ghost Story, Huang Rong Tears

Hua Manlou listened to Lu Xiaofeng chattering beside him, and didn't feel irritable, but just patiently listened to the other party's speech, and took a sip of the fragrant tea lightly.

Many times, Huamanlou is a patient listener.

He went blind at a very young age, so his ears are an important way for him to communicate with the world.

He has heard many bizarre anecdotes about the world, as well as countless ghost stories.

But Li Qiye is the only one left who can shock him.

"Qinqin asked me where I was going, leaving the deserted island covered in dust."

"Meng Chenzhu, I really want to see those eyes."

Hua Manlou said with a smile.

"Hey, Lao Hua, aren't you even more shocked by what happened next?"

"Lin Xian'er is the Plum Blossom Pirate, but I expected the shock."

Hua Manlou said calmly.

"These days, you've been busy with Ximen Chuuxue's affairs, so naturally you can't calm down and think about these things. If you calm down, you can roughly guess what's wrong."

"The Plum Blossom Pirate is someone who must take revenge. Lin Xian'er doesn't know much about martial arts. Why hasn't she been retaliated for so long after she stood up to accuse the Plum Blossom Pirate?"

"It is a well-known fact that Plum Blossom Pirate is a man. People are often blinded by their own thinking inertia and cannot see the truth behind it."

"However, I was just speculating at the time, but Mr. Li has already confirmed this matter."

"Wait, thinking inertia."

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Lu Xiaofeng's mind.

Not long ago, it was rumored in the Jianghu that Ye Gucheng had a dispute with people from the Tang Sect and was injured by a hidden weapon.

Lu Xiaofeng subconsciously took this rumor as fact.

But is he really hurt?

Can Tangmen's hidden weapon really hurt a sword fairy?

Ye Gucheng understood Ximen Chuuxue's disposition, the reason why he allowed the news of his injury to spread, wasn't it to make Ximen Chuuxue offer to fight again in the future?

In this case, Ye Gucheng on the top of the Forbidden City does not have to be himself at all.

As long as he doesn't make moves, he won't show his secrets!

Assuming all this holds true.

And the reason why he insisted on placing the final battle location on the top of the Forbidden City is obvious.

Using the sword god duel as a gimmick to lure the palace guards under the Forbidden City.

He can take the opportunity to assassinate the emperor!

Lu Xiaofeng's thoughts suddenly became extremely clear!

"Hua Man Lou, you are really my lucky star."

After saying that, he turned and left.

He had to play tricks with Ximen Chuuxue.

Hua Manlou was confused, but he didn't ask any further questions, and just said:
"This matter is over, please brother Lu and I go to Qixia Town. I wanted to pay a visit to Mr. Li a long time ago."

"no problem."

Lu Xiaofeng didn't turn his head back, but waved his hand.

That night.

Top of the Forbidden City.

Two white clothes.

A sword god.

A sword fairy.

Stand opposite.

The front and back of the ridge of the hall are almost full of people.

Those who can set foot here are all first-class martial arts masters.

A total of twenty martial arts masters.

Among them, thirteen people were masked, and the other seven were all dressed in the costumes of guards with swords in front of the imperial court, obviously they were all masters of Ouchi.

Just when they were looking forward to the start of this decisive battle.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly spoke:

"You are not Ye Gucheng."

As soon as these words came out, all the masters were stunned.

"Ye Gucheng" obviously didn't expect the other party to say such words suddenly.

Therefore, I was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Of course, I'm not Ximen Chuuxue either."

Ximen Chuuxue tore off his mask, and it turned out to be another person, Lu Xiaofeng's close friend Sikong Zaixing.

South study.

Two of the emperor's personal servants were dead on the spot.

The smell of blood permeates, extremely pungent.

"Ye Gucheng."

The emperor looked at the man in white in front of him, and said the name of the person who came.

"Your beauty, how can I follow a thief?"

Ye Gucheng didn't speak.

Before changing it, he would talk and say a few innocuous words.

But now he wants to cut the mess with a quick knife!
Because, since the day when he confronted another sword master in Qixia Town, he realized that he was actually a frog at the bottom of a well.

He is Daming's Sword Immortal, but not the world's Sword Immortal!
This road has not come to an end, he no longer wants to seek death!

But the assassination has been planned for a long time, and the arrow is on the string, so it has to be launched!
He was going to pay off the debt of favor first, and then think about the following things.

The sword is unsheathed!

The emperor who had lost two of his personal guards was now a mere mortal despite being the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

Under the sharp sword, the emperor and the common people are treated equally!
This is an unstoppable sword!
It should be!

But a figure flew in from the window, and firmly clamped Ye Gucheng's sharp sword with two fingers!

"You, you shouldn't have come."

"It's a pity we're all here now."

Ye Gucheng said it was a pity, and his body looked like a rainbow and broke out of the window.

Under the huge shadow of the imperial city, there was a white dress that was particularly dazzling.

Simon blows snow.

He seemed to have stood there a long time ago.

Just to wait for his arrival.

"You are Ye Gucheng."

"Yes."

"You are Ximen Chuuxue."

"Yes."

There are not many words.

From here, the two sword crowns finally met.

The sound of footsteps approaching from all directions, the movement in the palace obviously alarmed the people in Xichang and Dongchang.

"Master Yu, you are one step late."

Cao Zhengchun looked at Yuhuatian, headed by Xichang, and laughed teasingly.

"It's not too late. I came here just to witness the duel between the two great sword crowns of Ming Dynasty."

The implication of Yuhuatian's words is very obvious.

The life and death of the emperor's old son has nothing to do with him.

"Yuhuatian, what do you mean by that?"

Cao Zhengchun looked at the arrogant young man who came from behind in the palace, his eyes almost burst into flames.

"That's what it means."

Yu Huatian didn't look at Cao Zhengchun squarely, he just casually groomed his nails and looked at the situation in the arena from the corner of his eye.

in the field.

Ye Gucheng knew that he could not escape this calamity, so he calmed down.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't seem to see those factory guards holding swords, he only had Ye Gucheng in his eyes at the moment.

"I have been learning swords since I was seven years old, and I have achieved success in seven years. Since then, I have been unrivaled."

Ximen Chuuxue said.

Ye Gucheng understood the meaning of Ximen Chuuxue's words.

But still shook his head.