The most brutal boss in history [Comprehensive martial arts]

"Boss, what's the matter?" Sensing Qi Xianghong's silence, Long Lin asked suspiciously.

Qi Xianghong paused word by word: "It's okay, what, what, matter, all, no, yes!"

Long Lin was silent for a moment, and asked, "Are you in the toilet?"

"Not here!"

"Then it's fine." Long Lin replied, "As long as you don't fall into a pile of smelly things when you land, I remember that toilets in this era don't even have old-fashioned flush toilets."

Qi Xianghong: ...

Yes, thank you for not being in the toilet right now...wait!He can't turn on the communicator in the toilet at all!Talking while squatting, how big is your heart? Don't you mind at all? !

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"A Lin, let's have a good chat after we get back." Qi Xianghong decisively cut off the communicator after saying this.

The new company's office has not yet been renovated, and Long Lin, who is still in the research room, stares at the time-space communicator in front of him suspiciously, feeling a bit of killing intent from the BOSS, an illusion?

Qi Xianghong dried himself off, and wanted to get his clothes hanging on the screen, but was shocked to find that his clothes were gone, only his silver sword was on the table beside the screen, and a set of clean and tidy white clothes. clothes.

Together with the outer shirt and underwear, they are all brand new.But... After Qi Xianghong put it on, he found that it was a little bigger.

This seems to be the clothes of the owner Ximen Chuuxue.

Qi Xianghong frowned. Could it be that Ximen Chuuxue is also obsessed with cleanliness?From socks as small as headbands to outerwear and trousers, they are all pure white without any variegated colors.If he was walking in the snow, he might not be noticed by others, the white on his body would blend with the snow!

Qi Xianghong doesn't like to wear white, because it looks too clean and doesn't match his own style.He likes to wear brighter clothes on weekdays, like bright red, flamboyant.

But now he lives in someone else's house, eats other people's food and uses other people's food, and is treated like a guest. Qi Xianghong feels that he should not be picky about anything.

So he put on this white robe and left the room.A servant was already waiting outside, and upon seeing him, he immediately said, "The meal is ready, please follow me."

Qi Xianghong nodded and followed him through a corridor to the front yard.

Qi Xianghong was surprised to find that there was already a person sitting at the table, holding a cup in his hand and drinking slowly.

"Ximen Chuuxue?" Qi Xianghong wondered in a low voice.

"The owner just came back." The servant next to him whispered.

Qi Xianghong nodded clearly, it was a coincidence that he just got someone on the first night of his stay here, and Lu Xiaofeng just left unfortunately, and missed with Ximen Chuuxue.Qi Xianghong walked to the table, and before he could speak, he heard Ximen Chuuxue ask: "Do you use a sword?"

Qi Xianghong was taken aback, looked down at the exquisite silver saber in his hand, shook his head and said, "No need. I forged this and sold it."

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him steadfastly, without speaking.Then his eyes turned from his face to his body, and he was surprised when he saw the white clothes that were exactly the same as his own, but the surprise was just a flash, and then he stared at his hands.

"You know how to use a sword." Ximen Chuuxue said affirmatively.

"There is no weapon in this world that I don't know how to use." Qi Xianghong said confidently.

"Willing to fight with you!" Ximen Chuuxue's eyes brightened, he stood up and faced Qi Hongdao.

Qi Xianghong: ...

Why did the topic turn to this?

"I don't want to fight with you." Qi Xianghong replied.

"Why?"

"Trouble!" Qi Xianghong sat down and said.

Ximen Fuxue: ...

Never expected to get such an answer.

"Why bother?" Ximen Chuuxue asked suspiciously.

"If you die, it will be very troublesome." Qi Xianghong smiled slightly, and looked at Ximen Chuuxue with raised brows, "I want to do something, it's hard to control myself not to kill people." Therefore, he usually threatens people instead of being violent.

"It's okay. Even if I die, I'm still inferior to others. No one here will trouble you." Ximen Chuuxue said with a deadpan expression, as if what he just said was just a trivial matter.

Qi Xianghong frowned slightly, and looked at Ximen Chuixue: "Hua Manlou said that I am very similar to you, but actually I think...we are not alike at all."

Because Ximen Chuuxue doesn't care about anyone's life, whether it's someone else's or his own.Qi Xianghong even felt that if there were enough reasons, he might kill his friend by hand.But Qi Xianghong is different. He doesn't care about the lives of strangers, but he cares about his own life, and even more about the lives of those close to him.

Maybe it's because he has been alone for too long, he will cherish those who have kindness to him around him.

Hearing Huamanlou's name did not change the expression on Ximen Chuixue's face, he insisted: "But please fight!"

Qi Xianghong stared into his eyes, then stood up and said, "Okay! Since you insist, let's compete now!"

The untouched food and wine on the table were brought down, and both of them took their swords to an open space in the backyard.This place has always been where Ximen Chuuxue practiced his sword, but now it is used as an arena for the two of them.

Ximen Chuuxue stood on the east side, Qi Xianghong stood on the west side, and they both stared at each other silently.

It was evening now, and the orange-yellow sunlight shone on the two of them, coating the snow-white clothes with a layer of golden yellow.

Both the housekeeper and the servants held their breath and stared at them closely.Then, like a dragon chant, the swords of both of them were unsheathed, and both of them moved at that moment. The butlers only saw the figure flash, and they both came to the position where the other was standing, with their backs facing each other. looking at each other.

The broken half of the sword fell from the sky and plunged straight into the ground.

The housekeeper looked intently, his face turned pale, the broken sword was the black sheath sword used by Ximen Chuuxue.He looked at Ximen Chuuxue in panic, but he didn't find any blood on the snow-white clothes.Nothing happened to Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at the broken sword in his hand and frowned slightly.

"The owner...lost?" Someone whispered softly.Before the steward reprimanded him, he heard Qi Xianghong's voice: "No, the owner didn't lose. We didn't decide the winner at all." Because when they made the first sword, because Qi Xianghong's sword was too sharp, Then he cut off Ximen Chuuxue's sword.but……

"If the owner of the villa uses a sword comparable to the one in my hand, I will probably be the one who loses." Qi Xianghong turned around and looked at the butler and the others.In terms of physique and speed, Qi Xianghong was better than Ximen Chuuxue.But compared to swordsmanship, Qi Xianghong is far inferior to Ximen Chuuxue.Swordsmanship does not rely on brute force, but more skill.

Hearing Qi Xianghong's words, the housekeeper immediately understood the reason, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.When I looked up at Qi Xianghong again, I felt more respect: "You said before that this sword is for sale, but what is the price?"

"50 taels." Qi Xianghong replied.

The butler slightly opened his eyes wide. Considering the value of the sword itself, it is really cheap.He was the one who found the black sheath sword owned by the owner of Ximen. He knew the value and sharpness of the black sheath sword very well, but the silver sword cut the black sheath sword easily. If he hadn't seen the butler with his own eyes I will never believe it.

It's just... this sword is too slender and not suitable for the owner.

An ill-fitting sword is useless no matter how sharp it is.The housekeeper is not one of those short-sighted people out there who can use any sword for the sake of sharpness.For those who use swords, when choosing a sword, taking advantage of the hand is the first priority, and sharpness is the second.

Qi Xianghong didn't notice the small thoughts in the housekeeper's mind, and he was always paying attention to the owner.

He watched Ximen Chuuxue silently pick up the broken sword, he watched Ximen Chuuxue silently dig a hole under the plum blossom tree, he watched Ximen Chuuxue silently bury the sword, he watched Ximen Chuuxue silently set up a sword mound, he look……

That's enough!

I don't know why, although Ximen Chuuxue has always been expressionless, neither sad nor angry, but he always feels that Ximen Chuuxue is a little... Poor?

Could it be his fault!

It was Ximen Chuuxue who rushed to fight him!If you dare not take your life, can the sword not be broken? !Is this silent look blaming him?

Qi Xianghong was furious.

Of course, the fact is that Qi Xianghong was thinking too much, Ximen Chuuxue didn't complain, he was just a little...surprised.

He started to learn swords when he was able to hold a sword since he was a child. This sword has been with him since the first time he killed someone at the age of 15. He has thought about who he will die in one day, but he has never thought about this sword. One day... who will break it.

But now, the sword has gone earlier than people.