The correct strategy for the master of the world

The three horses walked slowly along the official road. It was already noon, and both humans and horses began to feel a little hungry.

It's almost summer, and the sun at noon is extremely hot and stuffy. At this time, even coolies on the pier will stop to catch their breath.

Whether it was ahead or the direction they came from, there were no villages or towns, not to mention tea houses on the side of the road, not even a larger caravan passing by.

Under such circumstances, Lu Xiaofeng, who was already a little listless, became even more listless.

He raised his hand to wipe the thin sweat off his brow, and looked enviously at Wen Renxi who was all clean and his white clothes were not even dusty.

It would be great if there was a carriage, at least it would provide shade.He looked up at the sun, which had no tendency to weaken in the slightest, sighed, and secretly cast aside his previous spineless self in his heart.

They would have been able to ride in a carriage.

But you have to know that a horse-drawn carriage will never be a very comfortable means of transportation, especially a horse-drawn carriage on the side of the road. Sitting in a carriage with no padding on the seat, it would be so bumpy all the way down that I couldn't even stand up.

Not to mention the seats where an unknown number of people have sat, the unknown stains left everywhere, and the subtle smell that permeates the compartment.

That's why Wen Renxi vetoed Lu Xiaofeng's proposal to rent a carriage, and would rather spend double the money to buy three good horses.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, shrank his neck and went to pay the money honestly.

Now he regrets the first request he made on the spur of the moment. There is no other reason. After waking up from the wine, Wen Renxi's face is too ugly. The little phoenix that was still high-spirited yesterday was frozen into a dejected shedding chicken today.

So along the way Lu Xiaofeng was very quiet and didn't say a word. When he was on the road, he actively explored the way ahead, and when he was resting, he was very diligent in drawing water and starting a fire, just hoping that the people around Wen Renxi would be endless. The cold wind that blows quickly warms up.

It seemed that the little flattery along the way had paid off. On the third day of their journey, the frightening low air pressure around Wen Renxi finally slowly returned to normal levels.

Lu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, and happily went to fetch water from the bucket, naturally he didn't see the meaningful smile exchanged between Wen Renxi and Hua Manlou behind him.

Don't overdo it.Hua Manlou opened his mouth and silently made a mouth shape. If his expression was not so interested, Wen Renxi would probably believe that he was really reminding him to be careful.

With the self-cultivation of Kunlun disciples, how could he get angry because of that kind of thing? Wen Renxi also adjusted his chest in less than two breaths when he just woke up from the wine.

Aunt Gongsun didn't even have any clues, and he couldn't figure out any hints. After trying several times, the copper coins broke and he was almost injured by the shock. In the last time, the copper coins were broken into powder, and he also vaguely felt it. When there is a sense of crisis, it is not a bad thing to go out for a walk with Lu Xiaofeng, maybe things will turn around.

——It's just that Lu Xiaofeng has been sneaking a glance since he woke up from the drunkenness, and the expression of the second glance is so interesting that he couldn't hold back and teased him a little.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's pitiful appearance like a soaked chicken every day made it a little difficult for him to hold his expression.

But there is a saying that the authorities are obsessed, the extremely clever Lu Xiaofeng will be teased by Wen Renxi, but Hua Manlou, who has been watching the opera all the time, is very clear about Wen Renxi's little bad intentions.

But as an innocent victim who is often affected by Lu Xiaofeng's troubles, he doesn't seem to have any obligation to remind Lu Xiaofeng, does he?

Hua Manlou, who looks like a bright and blissful man, occasionally has a little bad water in his heart.

When they felt Wanmei Villa, it was April in a blink of an eye, and there were no plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa at this time.

At this time, only rhododendrons and peach blossoms are blooming all over the mountains and fields, and the dark red and light red flowers are dyed on the hillside.

"With you, time will always pass quickly." Facing the mountains full of flowers, Wen Renxi thought of the peach tree he had planted on Kunlun Mountain that had never bloomed.

In a blink of an eye, he has been down the mountain for nearly five months. Compared with the slow and almost frozen days on the mountain, the time down the mountain is unbelievably fast.

In other words, he can always meet someone who speeds up his time.

Huamanlou cannot see this kind of scenery, but he can feel the beauty from the air full of flower fragrance.A radiance suddenly appeared on his face, just like the radiance that would flash on the face of a young man when he saw the girl he fell in love with for the first time.

"It's over, I'm afraid I won't be able to drag you away this time." Lu Xiaofeng laughed.The chicken that lost its feathers grew new feathers, so it shook again.

Huamanlou "looked" at the scenery in front of him, the scenery did not fall in his eyes, but in his heart.At this moment, in his eyes, the world-renowned Ximen Chuuxue might not be as good as the azalea in front of him.He sighed and said, "Go find him, I'll wait for you here."

Everyone knows that Ximen Chuixue doesn't see any guests after dark, even if Lu Xiaofeng is his friend.

But now, the sun has set to the west, and it is already dusk.

Hua Manlou's tone was the same as usual, gentle and gentle, but everyone knew that once a person like him made a decision, no one could change it.

So Lu Xiaofeng could only choose to go to see Ximen Chuuxue with Wen Renxi.It's clearly not a scene that pleases him, so he keeps touching his beard.

Faintly the sound of playing the flute came, one after another continuously, the person who played the flute could not be seen, but the sound kept haunting you.

The more you go up the mountain, the weaker the rich floral fragrance down the mountain becomes, and it gradually becomes ethereal and has never disappeared.

Ximen Chuuxue entertained them in a small hall. He prepared good wine that Lu Xiaofeng was so hungry for, and Lu Xiaofeng's favorite soft chair made of long green wings, which allowed Lu Xiaofeng to recline and sit comfortably. He speaks.

There are only very few people in the world who can face Ximen Chuuxue without any rules or distance, and Lu Xiaofeng is one of them, who made him Ximen Chuuxue's good friend.

This time, it was rare that the master Ximen Chuuxue ignored Lu Xiaofeng, a good friend, because he saw Wen Renxi.

——That white hair is so conspicuous, it can catch other people's attention immediately.

"You use a sword." Wen Renxi didn't wear a sword, but the first time he saw him, Ximen Chuuxue knew that the person in front of him must be a peerless swordsman.

Because Wen Renxi's hands are a pair of hands holding a sword, and Wen Renxi's eyes are also eyes that swordsmen only have.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up, it was the excitement that only happens when meeting an opponent.

He said, "Just ask for a fight."

Wen Renxi poured himself a cup of tea: "You can't defeat me." He said, "You can't defeat me with a sword."

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes became brighter, and his hands were involuntarily placed on his sword.

"Just a fight!" he repeated.

Wen Renxi said nothing, he just pulled out a thread from Lu Xiaofeng's reclining chair, a long, thin and soft thread.

He took up the challenge.

Ximen Chuuxue's aura has climbed to the extreme, he didn't use his sword, but once he did, it would be a killer move.His sword energy surged like a rushing river.

Wen Renxi was very calm, he gently twisted the thin strand, like a girl shyly twisting her long hair.He stood still in the turbulent sword energy, like a rock firmly in the center of a river.

The atmosphere froze for a while.

Lu Xiaofeng shrank to one side, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Suddenly, Wen Renxi made a move.The limp silk thread was stretched into a straight line, and he waved it out with his seemingly careless hand.

Castration is not fast, it can even be said to be ridiculously slow, at this speed, let alone a master like Ximen Chuuxue, even a three-year-old child can easily dodge it.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't hide, he didn't even draw out the sword on his waist.He just watched the silk thread draw an absurdly large arc in front of the tip of his nose. He was very focused, as if there was only one thin thread between the sky and the earth that deserved his attention. .

The silk thread softened, and quickly returned to its original softness before touching the tip of his nose.

As soon as Wen Renxi let go, the silk thread scattered into powder.

It's just the silk thread used to weave the soft chair, so how could it withstand such a ferocious injection of internal force without breaking.

The way Ximen Chuuxue looked at Wen Renxi had changed. If he regarded Wen Renxi as an equal opponent just now, now he sees Wen Renxi as an unattainable peak.

"Thank you for your advice." Ximen Chuuxue said, his tone showed some admiration, "I have already lost with just this one strike."

How could Wen Renxi "fight" with Ximen Chuuxue, he just swung his sword casually, as a senior, he gave some advice to the younger generation who practiced swords.

The sword has been practiced to his level, and there is no difference between the sword and the sword in his hand, but considering that when he taught Zhang Fang before, he used fingers as swords. .

Ximen Chuuxue didn't even want to say a word now, his whole body was immersed in a state of enlightenment, his heart and eyes were full of that sword just now.

Yes, the sword, when Wen Renxi wields that thread, the surging spirit and chill are like a truly peerless sword that has been tempered thousands of times.

How could there be such a sword technique, how could there be such a sword intent!

Over and over again, his eyes played back the ridiculously slow sword, the big and distorted trajectory, a move that seemed to be dodged casually, but when he really wanted to dodge, he realized that he had nowhere to go. There is no way to escape, every escape route, every possible life opportunity is tightly sealed by that weird arc, no matter where he moves, the sword can be lightly pointed at his throat.

The kind of pressure from the shop made him feel in a trance that what he was facing was not a person, but a sword, which had been sealed on the Kunlun Mountains for thousands of years, and it carried boundless loneliness and transparency without taking it out of its sheath. The bone-chilling ancient murder weapon.

Facing that momentum head-on, he felt that he had been completely frozen, so cold that his hands were still chilling.

But apart from that chill, he could also see another kind of vigor, a kind of indomitable spirit that would allow thousands of people to go forward, a kind of unyielding arrogance that would not wear off even for many years.

He thought, at that moment, he had already taken a shortcut.

What is wrapped in the seemingly random sword is no longer the sword intent, but the sword way, which is the way Wen Renxi swung one sword at a time on Kunlun.

"I think you'd better bring Huamanlou up. The owner of Ximen Village will probably stand here until tomorrow." Wen Renxi smiled and lost all energy.

He is not a person with many expressions, but when facing Lu Xiaofeng, he can't help but want to smile more.

This is probably because Lu Xiaofeng is a very likable person.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded in a daze, looking stupid.

The development of the matter has far exceeded his imagination. He knew that Wen Renxi's martial arts were very high, but he never thought that he would be a swordsman. All the swordsmen he knew were as devout as Ximen Chuuxue. Dedicated everything to the sword, as if he could not eat fireworks.

But when he really saw the sword that was like a magic pen, he felt that there was no more standard swordsman than Wen Renxi.

From that sword, he saw another Wen Renxi, a Wen Renxi who was as lonely and desolate as a snow mountain.

Except for the white snow, the bright moon and the cold wind, there is only my own loneliness left in the world.

He was even confused, which one is the real Wen Renxi, the one who carves loneliness into his bones, or the one who is willing to run thousands of miles for his friends and laugh and make fun of him, or neither?

The author has something to say: I finally wrote that the villa owner has appeared on the stage, hurry up and spread flowers!

Writing is so tiring, the owner is so difficult to write, the iceberg is the most annoying [Tsundere Face]

The owner who hasn't reached the night of the full moon is not strong enough hahahaha

Continue to give Wen Renxi a fashion value, please call me a fashion value expert

Can Susu Susu feel so cute to such an extent

Our aim is: on the basis of having an IQ, there is no most su, only more su!

Susu Susu's so happy, I accidentally wrote two chapters of what I originally wanted to write, haha ​​[Yao Ming's face

Regarding the swordsmanship, to a certain extent, I refer to the Dianjia urban fantasy "Supreme Rascal" that I have seen.

It's a stallion but it's great

Although the plot has almost been forgotten, the description about the Heaven-Defying Sword [probably the name] is still in my memory!

When I was in junior high school, I read a lot of fantasies [Proud and chesty]

The description of martial arts should not be a big problem

Lu Xiaofeng began to want to explore the multiple faces of Wen Renxi.

Curiosity is the beginning of the fall, why don't you understand?

In fact, everyone has multiple layers, but Wen Renxi is a little bit extreme hahaha

This is a cheating story of accidentally thinking too much, being too curious, and finally getting myself into it

The following is the author's gossip and family time

Get the university admission notice today, the stupid author will be a college student in the future [I feel that I am taller

Because it is a foreign language department, I was told one!open!study!You have to take the English placement test! ! !

At that time, my whole body was not good! ! !

However, it is said that the difference in class division is not too big, so I feel relieved.

It is said that the employment prospects are still good, and I feel that the future is full of hope!

In the end, the little angels who like it will accept this article [Look at my pickup pickup's eyes