[Comprehensive martial arts] Jin Yiwei

Yu Luocha stood quietly at the foot of the mountain, with an exquisite tea table by his hand.

No one knew how he put such a tea case under the Zijin Mountain, and no one knew why he was sitting here.

There was only one person beside him, his eyes were lowered slightly, showing no expression.

Yu Luocha looked up at him, and he flinched: "Master."

Yu Luocha has long been used to such an expression. In front of him, everyone looks trembling. The difference is that some people have learned to cover up, but Yu Tianbao can't even cover up.

At that time, why did I use Yu Tianbao as a shield?

Yu Luocha didn't bother to recall, and just drank a glass of wine lightly.

"You can go back," he said.

Yu Tianbao was startled.

"Yes." He still didn't refute, and moved back step by step.

After thinking about it, he turned his head again: "When will the leader go back?"

Yu Luocha's gaze froze slightly, but his sharp gaze seemed to be just Yu Tianbao's illusion, Yu Luocha said: "Yu Tianbao."

"Yes." Yu Tianbao immediately lowered his eyes.

Yu Luocha then asked, "Why are you asking these questions?"

Yu Tianbao was startled, and quickly said: "It's my subordinate who made a slip of the tongue."

Yu Luocha's gaze was a bit thought-provoking, but she didn't continue talking about this topic.

At this time, the top of Zijin Mountain.

Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng stood facing each other, and said in a calm tone, "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and 13 taels."

"Good sword." Ye Gucheng praised.

"It is indeed a good sword." Ximen Chuixue's eyes narrowed slightly, he paused for a moment on Ye Gucheng's scabbard, and then turned to look at Ye Gucheng's expression.

"This sword is an elite overseas cold sword. It blows hair and breaks hair. The sword's edge is three feet three, and the net weight is six catties and four taels." Ye Gucheng said.

"Good sword."

Ye Gucheng nodded: "This is a good sword."

There was a long silence, and the wind howled between the two without stopping for a moment.

"Please." Ye Gucheng gestured with his hand.

Ximen Chuixue was silent.

"On the night of the full moon, the summit of purple and gold." Ye Gucheng smiled faintly, and his smile looked very calm.

"This is an agreement between you and me." A gleam of understanding flashed across Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

"Yes."

It is a promise to be fulfilled against all odds, an unchanging agreement between you and me.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly asked again: "Is your heart at peace?"

Ye Gucheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said after a long time: "I seem to have discussed something with the owner before. People who learn swords should be sincere to the sword or to others."

Under the same moon, they were singing to each other back then, but today they hold the swords in each other's hands tightly.

Ye Gucheng smiled and said, "Today, my answer remains the same."

Ximen Chuixue was silent.

Ye Gucheng added: "Ximen, my sword won't mess up."

Because I am only sincere to the sword, not to others, so even if my heart is disturbed, the sword will not be disturbed.

Lu Xiaofeng was silent, Hua Manlou was silent.

There seemed to be no one around.

They backed away silently, backed up again, until they completely left space for the two of them.

Ye Gucheng looked at Ximen Chuuxue with a slight smile in his eyes: "If I am defeated, please accept my sword, my sword is your sword."

Ximen Chuuxue seemed to be startled, but he quickly nodded: "If I am defeated, please accept my sword, my sword is your sword."

"From now on, the sword will never leave the body." Ye Gucheng still looked at Ximen Chuuxue, the man looked slightly cold, he said in a gentle voice.

But Ximen Chuuxue said the same thing, but his tone was cold: "The sword never leaves the body."

So be it, Ye Gucheng smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Let you go on carrying the glory of the swordsman, and carry all the glory of my lifetime, and continue to move forward.

Ye Gucheng signaled calmly: "Please stop."

Ximen Chuuxue clasped his fists slightly, and his eyes were completely determined: "Please."

The air seemed to freeze.

Ye Gucheng drew his sword, Ximen Chuuxue also drew his sword!

At this moment, the sound of the wind froze in the sword light of the two, and Ximen Chuuxue took the lead to move forward——

Ximen Chuuxue was not the only one in front of Ye Gucheng's eyes.

In an instant, many things flashed through his mind, such as the toddler in Baiyun City, the tension when negotiating with King Nan, and this moment...

Ye Gucheng raised his sword, but when his shoulders crossed, there was the sound of the weapon clanging.

He smiled wryly in his heart, it turned out that he was right.

Sometimes, drawing the sword has become an instinct, no sincerity or anything else is needed.

The light of the sword is like water, and the moonlight is also like water.

Between light and shadow interlacing, there are more than twenty strokes.

Qu Kuiqi held his breath to look at Tang Wuying, and carefully drew a few strokes in Tang Wuying's palm——

"Will City Lord Ye win?"

Others didn't know it yet, but Lu Xiaofeng could see it clearly, he was silent, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Ximen Chuuxue is his friend, but now he has to admit that after a few moves, Ye Gucheng's sword will pierce Ximen Chuuxue's chest.

Tang Wuying didn't speak, he just stared at the stalemate situation, stretched out his hand and wrote in Qu Yuqi's palm: "No."

Qu Yuqi blinked very ignorantly.

Do not?

For the first time, he discovered that telepathy is sometimes not easy to use, such as now.

Qu Yuqi blinked his eyes in a dazed and ignorant manner.

The battle situation is changing rapidly——

Ye Gucheng jumped back a few steps and stopped silently.

A trace of surprise flashed across Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

For a swordsman in a duel, rhythm is very important.

But now, Ye Gucheng, who was in the upper hand, took the initiative to stop his rhythm.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly realized that his palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat, Ye Gucheng didn't speak, so Ximen Chuuxue just looked over in silence.

Until Ye Gucheng smiled slightly: "Ximen, this is that... Flying Immortal from Beyond the Sky."

Ximen Chuuxue stared.

Ye Gucheng held his breath, tapped his toes lightly, and slid back a step, but this step contained too many mysteries.

He jumped up from the flat ground, and landed lightly on the branch——

At this moment, everything between heaven and earth became empty.

But Ye Gucheng has only one sword in his eyes, and only one person.

The veins in Ximen Chuuxue's whole body tensed instantly!

In the next second, Jian Guang burst out of the air!

This is the flying fairy that day.

This sword contains what Ye Gucheng has learned all his life, and contains all his emotions and determination!

This sword solidified Ye Gucheng's peerless elegance.

And similarly, this sword is nothing more than——

Heaven and earth are one.

Ximen Chuuxue threw out a sword with all his might!

However, he knew that he was slow, just this moment was enough for Ye Gucheng's sword point to penetrate his chest!

At the critical moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two of them!

Qu Yuqi's fingertips pinched hard into Tang Wuying's hand, Tang Yiye couldn't help but grabbed Wu Hui's hand, and Lu Xiaofeng...he was silent, just like Hua Manlou.

It's just that this kind of silence is already dignified enough.

At the foot of the mountain, Yu Luocha's hand raising the wine glass subtly paused.

For the first time, Yu Tianbao didn't speak.

The wind stopped.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest steadily, the sound of the sword tip sinking into the flesh was so light, as light as a feather falling to the ground.

Ye Gucheng lowered his eyebrows, and the sword in his hand fell slowly.

He just watched the point of the sword pass through his chest, and the air stagnated for a moment.

In fact, a sword piercing the heart didn't hurt as much as imagined, it just pierced through the air, and then the pain became particularly sluggish.

"Simon..."

Ye Gucheng said calmly, his voice had become weaker and weaker.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes froze, he drew his sword, and reached out to catch Ye Gucheng firmly.

"you……"

Ximen Chuuxue's voice froze on the edge of his mouth. He had too many things to ask, such as why you deviated from your sword at the last moment, or why... you had to show mercy to me?

What Ximen Chuuxue blows is blood, not snow.

But at the last moment, he saw a relieved smile in Ye Gucheng's eyes.

His sword, this time, was not for killing people.

But he killed him anyway.

For some reason, Ximen Chuuxue suddenly felt a blockage in his throat.

There seemed to be a deep breath in his chest, which made him choked to the point of oppression.

"Sword God." Tang Yiye's cautious voice appeared beside him.

Wu Hui followed Tang Yiye as if facing an enemy, fearing that the enraged sword god would stab Tang Yiye with his sword.

Ximen Chuuxue just pulled Ye Gucheng's lapel, and looked over: "What's wrong?"

His voice was as calm as usual, but Tang Yiye, who was very close, suddenly noticed that Ximen Chuuxue's hands were shaking slightly.

His hands were always so steady when holding the sword, but at this moment, holding Ye Gucheng's body that was getting colder and colder, watching his slowly closing eyes, Ximen Chuuxue's hands couldn't help shaking a little.

What are you worried about?

Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help asking himself.

He suddenly remembered many things, such as Ye Gucheng's duplicity, the pot full of hot tea, and the altar of wine they drank.

Daughter Red tastes great.

"This medicine was left by my mother, Bailiqing Mu Yaowang. This medicine can bring the dead back to life..." Tang Yiye persuaded earnestly.

"He's not dead." Ximen Chuuxue said, frowning slightly.

This was the first time that everyone saw Ximen Chuuxue like this.

"But he's going to die."

Everyone's eyes turned—

Jade Rakshasa.

Behind Yu Luocha, Yu Tianbao bowed his head in trepidation and greeted everyone.

Yu Luocha looked at Ximen Chuuxue, and then at Ye Gucheng in his arms, with an uneasy expression: "It is undeniable that he is going to die."

Ximen Chuuxue's hand suddenly exerted force.

"What do you want to exchange for your medicine?" Ximen Chuuxue looked at Tang Yiye.

Tang Yiye was a little surprised: "What?"

"It's okay." Ximen Chuuxue said lightly.

This is a promise from the Sword God, and a promise is like a thousand pieces of gold.

But Tang Yiye just shook his head: "Hurry up and save people."

"...Thank you." Ximen Chuuxue took the pill from his hand, and his breathing was inadvertently disturbed by an inch.

Qu Yuqi also walked over, and Ye Gucheng's breathing became weaker and weaker.

He closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips were still slightly raised.

Even with the will to die, he still looks like that, quiet and steady, with outstanding demeanor.

Qu Yuqi couldn't help looking at Ximen Chuuxue, Ximen Chuuxue's expression was calm and composed, but his fingers were slightly tense, revealing his rare nervousness.

Once he didn't believe it, for a moment, his heart would be chaotic, and it would be chaotic because of one person.

However, at the last moment, he watched Ye Gucheng's sword tip deviate by an inch, while his own sword just... went straight into Ye Gucheng's chest.

At this moment, the memories were overwhelming, wrapping Ximen Chuuxue mercilessly in it.

"It's time to take the medicine." Yu Luocha glanced at Ximen Chuuxue, reached out his hand unceremoniously, and took the pill from his hand wantingly.

Ximen Chuuxue's fingers clenched violently: "I'm sorry."

He looked at Ye Gucheng, the rumored arrogant but undeniably good city lord.

At this moment, he was lying quietly in his arms, as if he had just fallen asleep for a long time.

Ximen Chuuxue carefully pushed the pill into his lips, and took another sip of water from the water bag.

He suddenly remembered that when Ye Gucheng was drinking, there would always be a three-point smile on his lips, but now Ye Gucheng was still smiling, but it made his heart ache suddenly.

Such strange emotions made Ximen Chuuxue almost overwhelmed, but Ye Gucheng...had never made any move.

Tang Wuying couldn't help looking at Qu Yuqi: "How?"

"That pill may be much better than my technique of mending the sky. After all, mine... takes time." Qu Qiqi was a little embarrassed.

He had just quietly taken out the worm flute and played the Nirvana rebirth song, over and over again, until he was so exhausted that he almost collapsed.But now it seems that apart from being able to maintain the heart, the other effects are probably very few.

"What about the pills?" Tang Wuying asked again.

A trace of bewilderment flashed across Qu Yuqi's eyes, he leaned against Tang Wuying for a nap, and said in a low voice: "To be honest, I'm not very good at these things, it probably depends on luck."

Tang Wuying stretched out his hand and lightly stroked the top of Qu Qiqi's hair.

Like a silent comfort.

Qu Yuqi suddenly felt that his eye sockets were a little sore. Fortunately, Tang Wuying was by his side along the way.

It all came to an end, but unfortunately the ending was not as expected.

Ximen Chuuxue stood up holding Ye Gucheng's icy body, he still had such a calm face, and said indifferently: "I trouble everyone today, and I will repay you someday."

Everyone suddenly couldn't say a word.

Because at this moment, Ximen Chuuxue's expression was so calm, as calm as before.

But everyone knew that the grief in Ximen Chuuxue's heart was almost overwhelming.

Because from now on, no one in the world is worthy to fight Ximen Chuuxue.

From now on, in this world, there is no one who is both an enemy and a friend who can be called a confidant, and there is no one——

It's called Ye Gucheng.

Lu Xiaofeng took a few steps forward until he was beside Ximen Chuixue: "I'll walk with you for a while."

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes fixed on Lu Xiaofeng for a few seconds, then nodded: "Thank you."