I have a role in the heavens

The three of them gathered around a wooden round table. On the table were several plates of side dishes made by Ximen Chuixue. They were all vegetarian dishes, but the taste was surprisingly good. Ximen Chuixue was such a person. He went all out in everything he did. At their best, this kind of person has strict requirements for himself, which may even seem a little too harsh to outsiders.

"The craftsmanship is good. If Ximen Chuixue opens a restaurant, I will definitely come and patronize it every day!"

Zhu Xiao ate very comfortably. He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, like a big man, leaned back on the chair and stopped moving, praising Ximen Chuixue's cooking skills.

Ximen Chuixue didn't answer Zhu Xiao's words. Now he regretted knowing such an old man like Zhu Xiao. He only knew how to instigate others when he couldn't do anything, so he made a careless friend.

Zhu Xiao also knew that he was eating and drinking at Ximen Chuixue's place and not doing any work was a bit excessive. Looking at Ximen Chuixue and Sun Xiuqing who were clearing away the dishes, Zhu Xiao stood up and walked to the guest room, ready to have an early rest. It was an eyesore in front of the two of them.

Winter snow is the biggest feature of this season. The goose-feather-like snow falls in the sky, bringing different fates to all living beings in the world.

For the charcoal seller, it is best to hope that the snow will continue to fall. Only in this way can his business prosper, even though he is shivering from the cold. For the beggar, praying that the snow will stop as soon as possible, after all, he is hungry and cold. The most unbearable thing is that for wealthy people, this heavy snow is the best scenery, allowing them to gather friends to taste wine, read poems, and talk at ease.

"Green ants' newly fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, so I can drink a glass of nothing." Zhu Xiao couldn't help but praise as he looked at the warm green bamboo leaves on the stove in front of him.

There was a stove burning in the room at this time, and the heat made people drowsy. Coupled with the fine bamboo leaves and green leaves, it could be said that Zhu Xiao felt tipsy and extremely comfortable.

Ximen Chuixue was sitting opposite Zhu Xiao. The cup in front of him was not wine, but tea. For Ximen Chuixue, wine was absolutely untouchable. This thing would make the swordsman unable to hold it. If a swordsman cannot hold his own sword tightly, he is not far from death, so Ximen Chuixue has never drank alcohol.

"I'm ready to go!"

Ximen Chuixue looked at his tipsy friend, the look on his face was so calm. He had fully recovered his spirit in the past three days, and he had also absorbed what he had gained last time and turned it into his own. With the qualifications of kendo, my own kendo has improved again.

"Don't resist!"

Zhu Xiao did not refuse Ximen Chuixue's request and directly pulled Ximen Chuixue into his spiritual world.

Ximen Chuixue once again felt in a trance. When he came to his senses again, he had reached the top of Mount Huashan.

Standing on the top of Huashan Mountain, looking at the clouds and mist within reach, and then looking down at the steep and dangerous mountain road, it makes people shudder.

Ximen Chuixue had been to Huashan Mountain before, but it was different from this time. At that time, there were many members of the Huashan Sect on Huashan Mountain. At this time, the Huashan Sect had disappeared, and only one person stood not far from him.

"Zhu Xiao!"

Ximen Chuixue said in surprise. Ximen Chuixue was a person who regarded life and death as nothing. Even if the sky fell, he would not be surprised. However, he did not expect that the opponent standing in front of him at this time would actually be Zhu Xiao. , you must know that he had wanted to challenge Zhu Xiao many times, but he rejected them all.

"you know me?"

At this time, Zhu Xiao was standing on the edge of the cliff, wearing a dark black robe. The robe rustled in the wind, and his black hair spread out in all directions.

"But I'm not Zhu Xiao, I'm Guo Baokun!"

Standing on the top of Huashan Mountain at this time is Zhu Xiao's memory of his previous life, Guo Baokun, but Zhu Xiao has preserved his appearance as he is in this life.

"Guo Baokun?"

Ximen Chuixue was a little confused. Could this be another fake identity of Zhu Xiao, who had used him to travel around the world?

"I'm Ximen Chuixue, please give me some advice!"

Ximen Chuixue is not a troubled person. Nothing is more important to him than the sword. Everything else is trivial and he directly invites him to fight.

This Guo Baokun has no memory of this life, only memories of previous lives, so he was very surprised when he heard Ximen Chuixue's name. He showed an appraising gaze and carefully observed the swordsman opposite.

He has a handsome appearance, a slender figure, a straight waist, and stern features, but his expression is much gentler than Guo Baokun imagined, and he is not at all as ruthless as Guo Baokun remembered.

"You heard my name!"

Ximen Chuixue's spiritual sense was amazing. He could sense the curiosity in Guo Baokun's eyes and knew that he had definitely heard of his name.

"I heard it, but you are a little warmer than what I remember!"

Guo Baokun was such a proud man. He didn't even bother to lie and admitted it directly.

Ximen Chuixue frowned slightly. It seemed that Zhu Xiao's false identity appeared before he knew him. He was really curious about Zhu Xiao's past. He didn't know how many vests and false identities Zhu Xiao had.

Ximen Chuixue pulled out his sword and pointed it at Guo Baokun, "Where is your sword?"

"Although I am not a swordsman, I am a warrior and I know a few sword skills. As for where my sword is, my person is the sword, the fist, and the palm!"

Guo Baokun stretched out his hands. His fingers were long and slender, white and straight. These were perfect hands, suitable for holding a sword and even more suitable for sword practice.

Ximen Chuixue frowned a little, wondering what the other person's words meant. But he didn't hesitate at all and took the initiative.

The figure flashed, and the sword thrust forward, but the tip of the sword was erratic, and the sword's light flashed, dazzling people's eyes and making them confused as to where the sword was attacking.

Guo Baokun was not fooled by the sword light in front of him. No matter where the sword light fell, he only needed to find where the sword hilt was. He made a sword formula with his right hand, his index and middle fingers came together, and a sharp edge shot out from his fingertips, heading straight for the west gate. Fubuki's arrogant tactics took the fire out of the cauldron.

Ximen Chuixue's sword light was like heavy snow in winter. It melted away when exposed to the sun. With a flick of his wrist, he passed the sword light and stopped in front of Guo Baokun.

"Invisible sword energy!"

Ximen Chuixue frowned. He had never heard of the art of qi swords in the martial arts world. The swordsmen he met always kept their swords close to their bodies. This was the first time he saw this kind of martial arts that uses one's body as a sword to shoot sword qi from one's hand.

"Yes, I have heard that during the Song Dynasty, the Dali royal family had a method of invisible sword energy, called the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Based on this rumor, I created this method of invisible sword energy!"

There was pride in Guo Baokun's expression. He dared to say that his invisible sword energy was definitely better than the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Not only could he emit sword energy from his hands, but he could also emit sword energy from all the acupoints in his body. He could also use the sword to Qi body tempering can be regarded as a method of both internal and external cultivation, which is qualitatively different from a simple external skill such as the Six Meridians Divine Sword.