I have a role in the heavens

Hou Xibai and Shi Qingxuan only stayed in Youlin Xiaozhu for about ten days before leaving. As for Shi Qingxuan, she did not leave here. She has a leisurely temperament and likes tranquility. The life of seclusion in Youlin Xiaozhu is more suitable for her.

The building group in the middle of Duzun Fort has towering pavilions, brackets and flying poles, painted pillars and carved beams. Especially under the stone steps of the main hall, there are two majestic and vivid giant stone lions with a height of one foot, which give the main hall a strong sense of mystery and majesty.

Hou Xibai did not enter the main hall, but walked around the main hall and stepped on a narrow path leading to the side garden. Both sides were full of exotic flowers, dazzling in the sun and pleasant in the shade. The path has ended, and another space is revealed in front of it. Under the arch of flowers and trees, a unique small building is located peacefully in this elegant corner.

Not far from this small building, a piece of land was leveled. The ground was tamped with rolling stones. It was smooth and hard. There was a peach wood shelf. On the shelf were swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, and eighteen kinds of weapons. They are all available, and every weapon is made of hundreds of steel. They are extremely sharp and cold. They shine with a dazzling light in the sun, making people dare not look directly at them.

A woman in red clothes, with a graceful figure, a graceful face, a gentle temperament, and a bit of heroism between her eyebrows. She holds a delicate scimitar in her hand, as graceful as a flying geese, as graceful as a flying geese. The swimming dragon, its clothes making a hunting sound, the scimitar in its hand is like a crescent moon, dancing tightly like a cold moon, the moonlight is cold and full of chill, and its long silky black hair is shining in the light of the knife. Flying freely in the air, elegant and unrestrained.

The bright sun in the sky has set to the west, and the orange-red light ignited the entire sky. The glow of the glow is brilliant, shining on this figure, endlessly bright and gorgeous, wearing a cloud-like dress, dancing with the cold moon with her hands, like a sun goddess, with endless rays of light. , dazzling and bright.

Hou Xibai stood quietly not far away, with a trace of astonishment in his eyes. She actually picked up martial arts again and practiced sword skills. He was extremely surprised. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and a beautiful arc was formed. , Hou Xibai's eyes rippled slightly, his figure flashed, a lotus flower bloomed under his feet, he had appeared in front of the weapons shelf, and picked up a sword from it.

Hou Xibai drew out his sword and jumped into the air. A cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword light was sharp, and it stabbed directly at the woman wielding the sword in the field. The sword energy was sharp and unstoppable, and the air around him made a whistling sound, sharp and harsh.

The woman was startled. Just now, she was completely immersed in sword practice and didn't notice anyone approaching. Something happened suddenly, but she didn't panic at all. The scimitar in her hand disappeared, the endless cold light dissipated, and the silver moon disappeared, like the sun rising. Yue Yin disappeared from Hou Xibai's eyes, and he couldn't help but nod. This Yue Hidden Sword style is extremely subtle and mysterious.

The woman gave a clear drink, her body was like a willow blowing in the wind, her mind was like fluttering catkins, and she was completely helpless. She brought her feminine weakness to the extreme. Her body kept dodging along the sword wind, and her whole body seemed to be stuck to the sword light. The body movements of floating in the wind, fluttering willow catkins, the artistic conception is sublime, and the movement techniques are subtle. It is a superior lightness kung fu, which is comparable to the lightness kung fu of the Huajian School. It should not be underestimated.

Hou Xibai's heart became more and more surprised, and there was a little more light in his eyes, which was as bright and gorgeous as the stars in the night sky, shining extremely. With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword was embedded in the breeze, and it seemed to be there or not, whether it was illusory or illusory. , extremely exquisite, the wind is invisible, so it changes indefinitely. Only when it blows against the face can one feel the presence of the wind. The same is true for Hou Xibai's sword, which is illusory and ethereal, making people don't know how to deal with it.

The woman's heart froze, her pretty face was slightly cold, and the infinite charm in her beautiful eyes turned into cold light. A silver moon rose from the sky, the crescent moon was like a knife, the knife was like a crescent moon, cold, silent, and endless chilling air Filled in the breeze, the invisible wind was forced out, the swords intersected, and the sword light and sword energy collided together.

"Ding!"

An extremely slight sound of metal clashing sounded, the sword light shattered, the sword energy dissipated, and little fireworks splashed out, like the clouds falling from the sky, extremely bright, gorgeous, and fleeting, disappearing at the place where the swords struck.

The woman's figure suddenly stepped back, and the crescent moon rose into the sky and jumped into the middle of the sky. It was the most deserted and bright. The silver moonlight fell from the nine heavens and turned into a Milky Way. The little moonlight turned into bright stars, like a dream. Huan, the momentum is magnificent, twists and turns, pouring down, vast and terrifying.

Hou Xi's white body is like a lotus flower, pure and clear. When he sees the moonlit galaxy, a light flashes in his sword eyes. This is a look of appreciation. He is extremely surprised in his heart. He did not expect that after this woman regained her martial arts, the scimitar in her hand would be so bright and gorgeous. , the artistic conception is transcendent, already has the demeanor of a master, and it is indeed a tiger father but no dog daughter.

Hou Xibai chuckled lightly. The sound had a wonderful charm, like morning bells and evening drums, which could make people's minds calm and extremely peaceful. The sword in his hand turned into the thunder and fire wind above the nine heavens, countless silver snakes danced wildly, lightning and thunder, and the bright sword light. It illuminated the somewhat dim sky and earth, and it was pure white, rushing towards the Milky Way moonlight.

"boom!"

The sound after the impact of the two was not violent, but even a little low, like the muffled thunder coming from the thick dark clouds in summer. It was low but so shocking that it resounded in the hearts of the two.

The Milky Way collapsed, the Nine Heavens collapsed, and the swords were entangled again. With a slight touch, they immediately returned. The two figures were intertwined, their eyes facing each other, and countless ripples appeared. The woman's heart trembled slightly, and there was something more in her eyes. With a hint of sadness, they passed by each other, and they distanced themselves in an instant.

The woman looked up at the sky. The setting sun was like a burning fireball, terrifyingly red. A bright moon appeared faintly in the sky, dim and inconspicuous. When the sun rose, the moon disappeared and the stars dispersed, and the silver moon appeared. Come out, surrounded by stars.

The scimitar in the woman's hand seems to be the lonely night sky, unchanged forever. A cold and sad sigh resounds throughout the long river of time, wandering up and down, as if searching for and confirming something, extremely cold and lonely, with a touch of sadness. Covered the whole world, inexplicable sadness rose in Hou Xibai's heart. A holy and cold woman stood high above the nine heavens. The cold palace was desolate, admiring herself. The goddess looked down alone at the men and women in the world, her eyes were filled with envy, and the beauty was frowning. Eyebrows, touching the heart.

"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky will make her heart happy every night!"

Hou Xibai understood the woman's inner sorrow. She had never complained about her family's manipulation, and married into Duzunbao, now lonely and helpless, but there was another figure in her heart, which she could not forget for a long time. It was love at first sight. Now she is indeed alive. No matter how hard it is, When we get together with each other, we can't express this kind of depression and sadness in words, so we can only turn it into this form of regret in the moon palace.

The scimitar in the woman's hand is like a thread of love, lingering with pathos, endlessly cutting, inseparable, invisible, yet real, and extremely soft, entangled in the hearts of crazy men and resentful women, just like the red thread in Yue Lao's hand, as long as it is tied, it will be. It will be difficult to unravel in a lifetime.

Hou Xibai's expression changed slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. The sword in his hand lost the dazzling sword light just now, and his body was like a lotus. He retreated backwards. He didn't know how to face this sword, so he could only escape. The affectionate scimitar Finally, she stopped in mid-air and did not pursue her. There was a hint of loss on the woman's face, and the sadness in her eyes became more intense, hidden deep in her eyes.

"Why!"

Sighing softly, full of endless sadness, the crystal beads of sweat on the woman's forehead slipped down, mixed with a crystal drop in the corner of her eyes, and flowed down, making it difficult to tell whether it was sweat or tears.

The woman sheathed her knife and stood upright, with a full view of her plump and straight figure. Her smooth and white skin was tinged with a faint blush, adding a bit of charm. Her beautiful eyes were like water, shimmering, her red lips were plump and pink, and she had white teeth. Jade, white and delicate, sounds like a wind chime, sweet and crisp.

"How did you come?"

Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuhua, who had undergone earth-shaking changes. This lady from a high-ranking family bloomed with grace and splendor, just like the peony in the words, surpassing all other flowers and being unparalleled in elegance.

"Let me take a look!"

The scimitar in Song Yuhua's hand was gently thrown, and it fell into the weapon rack with incomparable accuracy, and was inserted into the scabbard, showing amazing control. However, this hand has already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the mediocre people in the world.

Hou Xibai nodded secretly. This woman had really transformed. She was no longer the canary controlled by the family, but a phoenix with wings spread to the nine heavens, noble and graceful, and unparalleled in elegance.

Hou Xibai also threw the sharp sword in his hand and dropped it on the shelf. He quietly looked at Song Yuhua who was standing near him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Song Yuhua's face is smooth and flawless, and her eyebrows are dense and well-defined, tilting in the same direction. They are extremely neat, like the clouds and mist on the green mountains, dreamy and misty, and her big eyes are like a cold pool in the mountains, clear and clear. The bottom is clear and deep, with endless mystery, and you will forget the world at first sight.

The straight and high bridge of the nose, the delicate and small Qiong nose, slightly wrinkled, is the infinite charm, the rosy and pink lips, plump and gorgeous, slightly raised between opening and closing, is the infinite temptation.

Hou Xibai moved his eyes away, not daring to look again. There was a somewhat joyful smile on his face. This was the relief and joy for the transformation of the woman in front of him. A faint joy filled the air, making the woman in front of him aware of it. He raised the corners of his mouth consciously, and his smile was so pure and bright that people couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"I didn't expect that you actually picked up martial arts again and started practicing sword skills!"

"I originally lamented that although Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, has superb sword skills and far-reaching sword skills, he has no successors. Several of his children are swordsmen. It's really sad!"

"I didn't expect that you are the person most like Song Que and the most suitable for practicing swordsmanship!"

Song Que was a flawless person, with a prominent family background, handsome appearance, extraordinary intelligence, extraordinary qualifications, amazing sword skills, and a thorough understanding of the art of war. He could be said to be a perfect person, while Song Yuhua was unparalleled in elegance, surpassing all other beauties, and had a beautiful heart. Gentle and noble, with exquisite sword skills and cold sword intent, he really resembles Song Que.

Hou Xibai said with a bit of amazement, not because of his appearance, but because of Song Yuhua's demeanor, the scimitar of Song Yuhua, and even more about Song Yuhua's transformation.

"But in just one year, you have entered the innate realm. Your heart is as cold as the moon, and you are as cold as the distant sky. You have already reached the master realm, but you just lacked the accumulation of true energy and inner strength. It is really surprising!"

Hou Xibai still remembers the scene when he first saw the woman in front of him. She was gentle and pleasant, with a soft temperament. Although she had some cultivation, she had not reached the innate state, and her skills were only second-rate. Now she has really transformed into a phoenix. The white bird worships, Exclusive style.

Song Yuhua smiled lightly, with joy in her heart. Her efforts and transformation were finally seen by him. This was her biggest motivation for practicing swordsmanship this year. If she wanted to achieve the status of a grandmaster as the man in front of her said, she would become a master. Her name was engraved in the Sharpening Hall, forcing her father Song Que to face up to her existence.

"Compared to you, my cultivation is nothing!"

Song Yuhua said softly, looking at Hou Xibai quietly with her eyes, so that Hou Xibai, who had always been fearless, did not dare to look at him and felt inexplicably guilty.

Song Yuhua was kind-hearted and considerate. She noticed Hou Xibai's discomfort, moved her eyes away, looked at the gorgeous sunset, and said slowly.

"Let's go into the building. Although few people come here, we still need to be careful after all!"

Song Yuhua knew Hou Xibai's style. He definitely sneaked in secretly and could not be seen by outsiders.

Hou Xibai nodded and followed Song Yuhua into the embroidery building. He did not stop on the first floor and went straight into Song Yuhua's boudoir bedroom on the second floor.

Returning to the old place, Hou Xibai sat at the table with ease, and Song Yuhua was still sitting in front of the window, just like before. The decoration had not changed, and the sitting positions on either side of Hou Xibai had not changed. Only Song Yuhua had changed, becoming more Dazzling, more stunning, and more sad.

"I asked someone to prepare some food, but you still haven't eaten, right?"

Song Yuhua recalled the first scene of Hou Xibai in his room, devouring food, with crooked eyebrows and a smile, which was extremely touching, gentle and gentle, making people's hearts flutter.

Hou Xibai touched his empty stomach, smiled casually, and nodded. He had indeed not had dinner yet and was hungry.

"I haven't eaten it, but the pastries from Duzunbao are still fresh in my memory!"

After a while, a table of extremely sumptuous food and wine was delivered to the small building. After sending the maid away, Song Yuhua personally served it. After it was arranged neatly, the aroma of the food filled the entire room.

Song Yuhua picked up the wine pot and filled a cup for Hou Xibai, then poured a cup for herself. She raised the wine glass, revealing her thin, white wrists, her eyes were like autumn water, touching people's hearts, and her red lips were slightly parted as she saluted.

"I'll give you a toast!"

"Thank you for letting me get out of the birdcage and fly freely!"

There was a profound meaning in Song Yuhua's words, and there was a bright light in his eyes, so dazzling.

Hou Xibai looked as usual, raised the white jade-carved wine glass in front of him, looked at it, raised his head and drank it all, and said without any concealment.

"Just don't blame me for making you a widow!"

Hou Xibai knew that the smart and gentle woman in front of him must have guessed that she was the real culprit who assassinated her husband Xie Wenlong, and that the shadow swordsman Yang Xuyan was just trying to deceive others.

Song Yuhua's heart trembled. Sure enough, it was him who did it. Although Song Yuhua had guessed for a long time, she had never been sure. Now the truth has finally come to light. There is no resentment in her heart. She has no feelings for Xie Wenlong, and even Xie Wenlong has no feelings for her. Extremely disgusted.

"I'm grateful it's not too late!"

"I can finally breathe freely without the constraints of a birdcage!"

Song Yuhua's marriage was a political marriage, the result of Song Que's consideration for the sake of the family's great cause, at the expense of Song Yuhua's happiness and life.

"Song clan, didn't he take you back?"

"Or does Xie Hui not want you to leave?"

Hou Xibai put down his wine glass, looked at the gentle woman serving him food, and asked.

Hou Xibai picked up the chopsticks, put the dish that Song Yuhua put into his bowl into his mouth, chewed it twice, and then asked.

Song Yuhua looked calm, with a slight smile, her eyes were like rivers, her eyes were kind, and she had a unique ladylike temperament, elegant and soft. She looked at Hou Xibai and said softly.

"neither!"

"I didn't agree. I don't want to be a caged bird, canary!"

Hou Xibai nodded, understanding in his heart, and didn't ask any more questions, but just ate the food that Song Yuhua brought in silently.

Song Yuhua looked at the silent Hou Xibai, with a touch of sadness in her eyes. How could she not know that the reason why Hou Xibai was like this was because the move of the Moon Palace in the previous competition made Hou Xibai aware of the affection in her heart, so she They will be so unfamiliar and constrained, completely losing the freedom and comfort they had when they first met.

Song Yuhua felt sorry for himself, took a deep breath, raised his glass again, and toasted. How can he relieve his worries? Du Kang is the only one. Perhaps people who hide their worries are the easiest to get drunk. One cup after another, Song Yuhua's cheeks turned red, and his eyes were filled with drunkenness. Shuidi looked at Hou Xibai with a bit of sadness and loss.

"Do you look down on me, that's why you dodge me like this?"

What Song Yuhua was talking about was that during their competition, Hou Xibai did not dare to face the last blow that showed her heart, and dodged and retreated. She was already drunk! No! , it should be said that Song Yuhua was the most sober at this time, living freely and clearly. She wanted to know the answer to this question.

"Yuhua, you are drunk!"

Hou Xibai put down the wine glass in his hand and helped up the drunk Song Yuhua. The beauty's delicate body was leaning against his body. Her skin was smooth and warm, which made Hou Xibai feel a slight ripple in his heart.

“I know exactly what I’m going to ask again, and I’ve never been so clear-headed as I am now!”

Song Yuhua's head rested on Hou Xibai's shoulder, her breath was like orchid, and the faint fragrance lingered near Hou Xibai's nose. Song Yuhua's hands tightly grasped the clothes on Hou Xibai's chest, and her finger bones were raised, showing a touch of paleness. Used all his strength.

Hou Xibai helped Song Yuhua to the bed and made him lie down, but his jade hands were still holding his clothes tightly and would not let go at all. It seemed that he would not give up if he failed to achieve his goal.