[Comprehensive martial arts] When Qin Daddy travels through the world of martial arts

Hearing the familiar sound of footsteps, Ximen Chuuxue put away the letter in his hand, and when the letter was folded, a sharp and sharp leaf character was faintly revealed.

He turned to the visitor, his eyes moved slightly and turned into peace.

Mei Jingxian smiled slightly, "Master Ximen, it's time for dinner."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded and walked into the hall with him.

On the small red-lacquered round wooden table, hot dishes have already been set up, most of which are Hangzhou generation dishes, such as West Lake vinegar fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, fish balls in clear soup, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

Jiangzhou's local tastes prefer spicy food, and this table of Hangzhou dishes is obviously not the handiwork of the chefs here at Hefangzhai.

Ximen Chuuxue swept across the table of dishes, and couldn't help turning his eyes to the person opposite.

"Cough," Mei Jingxian coughed lightly, served a bowl of soup for the other party, and said with a smile: "The dishes on this table tonight are made by me, and they are a little lighter. Please don't dislike the owner of Ximen."

Mei Jingxian cooks in person tonight, in addition to the surprise of saying goodbye to Ximen Chuuxue, it is also to save her tongue and stomach.

Although he loves food, and there are many local delicacies in Jiangzhou, it is a kind of torture for him who can't eat spicy food.

And if the chef is asked to add less spicy seasoning, the original taste of the dishes will be lost.

After forcing himself to eat two meals like this, he decided to pamper his stomach tonight.

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him, and there seemed to be a happy smile in his eyes.

After finishing dinner in silence, Mei Jingxian made another pot of tea.

The slender and delicate fingers were attached to the handle of the teapot, and the light-colored tea gathered into a gentle arc and poured into the cup, making a fine and coherent sound of water.

The heat was steaming upwards, and the young man's face was somewhat blurred, but the drooping eyes and the slightly raised corners of his lips exuded a sense of tranquility and leisureliness.

Mei Jingxian raised her eyes, and met Ximen Chuuxue's gaze looking straight at her.

He raised his eyebrows, held up the teacup and presented it to the other party, "Master Ximen has something to say to me?"

He had noticed from just now that Ximen Chuuxue seemed to be a little restless. Although the other side's face was still expressionless as usual, there was an unusual meaning all over his body.

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head, silently took a sip of tea.

Mei Jingxian secretly guessed whether the abnormality of the other party was due to the letter he received before. After all, Ximen Chuuxue had been as usual before, but his expression was a little bit wrong when he showed the letter in court.

Speaking of which, Wanmei Villa is located in Yanbei, which is still some distance from the hinterland of the Central Plains.As the owner of the village, Ximen Chuuxue is dedicated to the sword, but he must also have a lot of affairs to deal with. Now, walking with him all the way, leisurely and leisurely, it took a long time.

Thinking of this, Mei Jingxian felt apologetic, and said, "Thank you for taking care of Master Ximen these days. If I hadn't dragged you all the way, Master Ximen might have returned to Wanmei Villa. Tomorrow I will leave Jiangzhou, Master Ximen If you have something to do, you can leave first, don't delay, if you miss the important thing, it will be my fault."

He originally planned to say goodbye to Ximen Chuuxue tonight, and if Ximen Chuuxue had other important matters, it would be even worse for him to waste his time.

Hearing his words, Ximen Chuuxue frowned, seemed a little displeased, and his voice became a little bit lower, "No need."

Mei Jingxian was a little confused, Wanmei Mountain Villa and Emei School were one north and one south, if Ximen Chuuxue continued to walk with him tomorrow, it would run counter to the direction of returning to Yanbei.

Before he could speak, Ximen Chuuxue spoke again, calmly saying, "I will enter Shu with you."

Hearing his words, Mei Jingxian thought that he also had something to do and wanted to go to Sichuan, so she didn't say any more.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at Ning Zhi's elegant appearance drinking tea with downcast eyes, and suddenly said: "It's still early, why don't we talk about it?"

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Mei Jingxian almost choked on a sip of tea.

hand talk?It's abusive food.

He put down his teacup slowly, and said with a faint smile: "It's still not possible. The scenery along the way is quite good. I plan to go back to my room and write some pictures to describe the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers I saw along the way. Master Ximen, excuse me."

After the words fell, he immediately got up and left in a hurry with a sense of fleeing.

As the moon set in the west, Ximen Chuuxue stood by the window for a long time, remembering the battle invitations he had received during the day, and finally went to the desk, and wrote a letter with a pen.

The old servant of Hefangzhai came in response, took the letter silently, saw the words on the letter, his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't show it, and ordered the person to send the letter to Nanhai.

The sky was dark, and everything was silent, only the guest room in the backyard was still brightly lit.

Ximen Chuuxue walked outside the door, but before he could speak, a voice came from inside the door, "Is this the owner of Ximen Villa? Please come in."

Ximen Chuuxue pushed the door open and entered, and saw the young man standing in front of the desk, drawing a picture, and the picture of a majestic green mountain had already taken shape.

"How do you know it's me?"

When Mei Jingxian heard his question, she didn't raise her head, but lifted up the loose sleeves of her coat, continued to color the paintings on the table, and said casually: "People who play the piano have very good ears. Days go hand in hand, I have already recorded the footsteps of Master Ximen."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't disturb him as he was concentrating, and his gaze was fixed for a moment, before falling on a few pieces of paper scattered in the corner of the desk.

Some portraits were painted on these sheets of paper using some unknown special technique, only black and white, but different from traditional freehand brushwork, the facial features are very lifelike, no different from real people.

He stared at it, and on the top one was the portrait of the shopkeeper of Hefangzhai here. The lower part of the drawing paper showed half of his face, but the outline of the half of his face was very familiar to him.

"what is this?"

Mei Jingxian looked up when she heard the words, she was a little embarrassed, "Sketch, it's a work of practice before painting, it offends."

He hadn't started painting for a long time, so he didn't know how to draw, so he first drew a few sketches and portraits to practice his hands. The paintings were all the people he met along the way, except for the shopkeeper of Hefangzhai, Ximen Chuuxue.But secretly drew the portrait of the other party without telling, which is somewhat abrupt.

Ximen Chuuxue took out his half-length portrait, "Can you share this with me?"

Mei Jingxian chuckled lightly, "This is the portrait of the owner of Ximen, the owner of Ximen should do whatever he wants."

"That's right." He suddenly remembered something, put down the pen in his hand, turned behind the screen, and when he came out again, there was already a scroll in his hand.

Mei Jingxian held the painting scroll in both hands, and presented it to Ximen Chuuxue, "This painting was made by my master, his state in the way of swordsmanship..."

He originally wanted to use the sword master Tuoba Sinan and the heart sword Ye Ying as examples to illustrate the master's sword state, but he remembered that no one in this world had heard of the names of these two sword masters, so he stopped talking and continued. Said: "When I was at the bottleneck of sword practice, the master made this painting for me, and left his sword intent in it, which helped me a lot. You can take this painting back to observe, I hope It can also help you."

Ximen Chuuxue took the scroll and unfolded it, and a scene of white snow and red plums was painted on the slightly old drawing paper.

He only took one look at it, and felt that there was a strong sense of cold and sassy sword in the painting.

This sword intent is similar to but different from Mei Jingxian's sword intent, and being able to leave his own sword intent on the drawing paper intact for many years is a testament to the realm of his swordsmanship.

Ximen Chuuxue put away the scroll, and there seemed to be some warmth and softness in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "I will keep it safe."

……

People say that if you don’t come to Sichuan, if you don’t come out of Sichuan, you don’t have to go out of Sichuan. Apart from the beautiful mountains, rivers and beautiful girls, the most attractive thing in Sichuan and Sichuan is the local delicacies.

As soon as she entered Sichuan, Mei Jingxian would definitely go to taste the famous local food wherever she went, and she would not give up every time she was so hot that her cheeks turned red and her eyes filled with tears.

Stopping and stopping like this, the schedule slowed down more and more, and they didn't reach the foot of Mount Emei until the first ten days of August.

The two walked up the mountain path, and when they reached the mountainside, they bumped into several women head-on.

"Who broke into my Emei Mountain?" A woman in front shouted.

When she saw Mei Jingxian, she suddenly froze.

The few women who were with her were also like her, their eyes fixed on Mei Jingxian, their eyes were like water, and their dimples were dizzy.

Before Mei Jingxian and Ximen Chuuxue could speak, a woman standing behind said in surprise: "Ximen Chuuxue?! Mr. Mei?!"

Mei Jingxian followed the reputation, and the woman who spoke was familiar with the woman beside her. It seemed that they were two of the female disciples who accompanied Dugu Yihe to Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion back then.

There was a half-smile on his face, but his voice was so hoarse that only a breath could be heard, "Are you... Miss Sun? And Miss Ma?"

"Yes." Sun Xiuqing nodded, and glanced at Ximen Chuuxue who was beside him, a mixture of infatuation and hatred flashed in his eyes.

Mei Jingxian noticed the wandering of her eyes, and remembered the rumors in the world last year that Dugu Yihe died under Ximen Chuuxue's sword in a duel.

He glanced at Ximen Chuuxue, seeing that the other person's expression was still so calm that his face was expressionless, he couldn't help admiring the other person's calm attitude no matter when and where.

Ma Xiuzhen kept her eyes on Mei Jingxian, "Mr. Mei, what's wrong with your voice?"

"Cough cough..." Mei Jingxian couldn't help coughing twice before opening her mouth, and said in a hissed voice, "It's okay, cough cough... I just feel cold."

Mei Jingxian was embarrassed to admit that it was her greedy mouth, eating too much spicy food that caused her sore throat, coupled with the heavy humidity in Sichuan and Sichuan, the two phases increased, and the reaction became more serious.

Ximen Chuuxue prepared Chuanbei Xueli Soup for him. After drinking it twice, the symptoms have been relieved a lot, but the voice is still a little hoarse, and the throat is itchy from time to time.

Seeing the blush on Mei Jingxian's face when she lied, a smile seemed to flash across Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

The other female disciples of the Emei School heard their conversation and immediately came to their senses.

The woman in front of him took a look at Ximen Chuuxue, and was startled by his calm and ice-cold appearance, and hurriedly looked away.

She quickly calmed down, her eyes stopped on Mei Jingxian's face for a moment, then she glanced lightly at Ma Xiuzhen and Sun Xiuqing, and said casually: "So this is the Ximen who defeated Dugu's head in that duel that day." Fuxue? At such a young age, it's truly amazing to be able to win against Dugu, who has been famous for many years."

Several other women also echoed a few words.

Listening to these soft stabbing words, Sun Xiuqing turned pale, with resentment and humiliation in her eyes, but she endured it, bit her lips and remained silent.