The Legend of Hibiscus Lonely Immortal

What ivory comes out. "The owner of my family is twenty-five years old, and that young man is only in his early twenties; at best, they are about the same age. How can there be a father-son relationship?"

"Oh, that's a pity." Lu Xiaofeng sighed.Huang Rong couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that you are not reconciled to the boy not being Ximen Chuuxue's son."

"That's not true! If so, I've caught him, and I'll have a way to invite him out this time."

The courtyard is deep, and the flying flowers of the imperial sword are cut off, and the ground is full of spring red.The jade-colored butterflies fluttered over the quaint courtyard wall and landed on the waterfall-like white crabapple that was bent by the flowers.The young master who wielded the sword among the flowers was still dressed in white, and the fragments of white begonias under the blade of the sword were gently blown up by the soft wind, and then fell one after another, like flying snow.

In the blue sky, all the birds are flying away, and the clouds are leisurely.There are only plum branches left in the plum forest, but no plum blossoms.The wind blows the bamboo sea pine forest not far away, the green waves are undulating, and the pines are bursting.It is indeed a marvelous place.

In the center of Merlin, Ximen Chuuxue is already waiting here.The breeze lifted his hair from the sideburns, and the hem of his snow-like clothes also fluttered slightly.The black sheath sword is in hand, and the plan is in the chest.

The young man in white standing opposite him was identical to him except for his appearance, Lu Xiaofeng was really shocked, saying that he was Ximen Chuixue's own son, even though he was joking, it was not an exaggeration at all.

The black scabbard sword was unsheathed in an instant, and no one could describe the swiftness of Ximen Chuixue's sword unsheathing.The boy in white was stunned for a moment, the sword was already one step too late.At that moment, a flash of light suddenly popped up in Huang Rong's mind: Brother Ye!Sooner or later, the white-clothed boy's sword and Huang Rong's sword smashed Ximen Chuuxue's sword together.

The three confronted each other, and the scene made everyone present dumbfounded.

"Rongrong! What are you doing!" Lu Xiaofeng cried out in shock.

Huang Rong looked at the person next to him in astonishment, and then breathed a sigh of relief: So it wasn't him.

A seventy percent similar face, but much younger than Ye Gucheng.There was no beard on the lips either.The young man in white also stared at Huang Rong with astonishment and doubt, but the one who was most astonished and doubtful was naturally Ximen Chuuxue who had been cut with a sword for no reason.

Ximen Chuixue walked towards Huang Rong step by step, but his supposedly delicate phoenix eyes shone with an incomparably cold light, and his complexion was also pale and bloodless, just like the "xue" in his name.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly understood: why Ximen Chuuxue's appearance is definitely enough to be the favorite of many women, but he has never married alone, and no woman follows him.It's not that there is no, but that no one dares.

"Ximen! Rongrong, she..."

"This has nothing to do with you." Ximen Chuixue coldly interrupted Lu Xiaofeng, staring at Huang Rong in front of him. "Who are you?"

The author has something to say: Ximen, you will scare other girls when you are so cold o(╯□╰)o and Ye Guhong, your brother is so handsome and powerful, why do you worship other swordsmanship?Is this the legendary fragrance of separated pot meals?

23 Furong Xiaoxian Fighting Sword God

"Huang Rong!"

Again to Ximen Chuuxue's surprise, the little girl was not frightened by his murderous look and gaze, but rather straightforwardly said her name to him as if she was confident.

Huang Rong?Ximen Chuuxue muttered, and looked at her suspiciously. "Which faction are you? Where did you learn your sword skills?"

Huang Rong smiled and said, "It's a school of its own."

"Create your own school?" Ximen Chuuxue still had a cold face, but nodded slightly, "It's kind of interesting."

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, was already frightened out of his wits, and hurriedly squeezed his cold sweat and walked over, standing between Ximen Chuuxue and Huang Rong.Smoothing things over: "I said Ximen Chuuxue, Rongrong is only a 16-year-old girl, so don't be as knowledgeable as her."

Ximen Chuuxue took a look at Huang Rong, and said to Lu Xiaofeng calmly: "Although I am young, my swordsmanship is extraordinary. Although two people broke my sword." He has always been very proud of his sword, even Huang Rong and Ye Gu He was also very displeased with Hong's sword strike.

The boy in white at the side gave Huang Rong a hard look, and said through gritted teeth, "Who told you to meddle in your own business!"

When Huang Rong heard this, she immediately became angry, "Hey! Obviously I saved you, so it's fine if you don't appreciate it. It's really a dog who bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart!" After finishing speaking, she turned white on the boy With a glance, I thought in my heart: If it wasn't because you look like Brother Ye, I wouldn't bother talking to you.

The boy in white clenched the hilt in his hand, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"

Huang Rong pouted at Ximen Chuixue disapprovingly, and said, "He is the sword god in legend, the moment you draw the sword, you have already lost."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the white-clothed boy's biting lips, Huang Rong's words were indeed right.With his current skills, it is true that the boy lost as soon as Ximen drew his sword.If it wasn't for Huang Rong just now, Ximen Chuuxue would have blown the boy's blood off the sword by now.

The boy in white gave Huang Rong a cold look, "Even if I die under the sword of Ximen Chuuxue today, I am willing. If you can compete with the sword god, whether you win or die under his sword, you are still a swordsman." The honor of a lifetime."

Huang Rong frowned suspiciously, her eyes widened. How could there be such a stubborn person?He clearly knew that he was sending death to him, but he insisted on sending it to his door.

She quietly looked at Ximen Chuuxue, he did not put the sword back into the scabbard.Could it be that……

Sure enough, Ximen Chuuxue raised his sword, pointed at the young man in white, and said to him in a deep voice: "The person who came to compete with me, Ximen Chuuxue, has not returned alive; with your current qualifications, you are not worthy of letting me draw the sword. Actually You don't have to come now, ten years later, maybe you will be one of my opponents. But since I agreed to compete with you today, but you are not dead, I don't care if it is because of this girl's help, you must Die by my sword."

"Wait a minute!" Huang Rong interrupted Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen swept over with a cold gaze, glanced at Huang Rong and said, "What else do you want to say? If you have something to say, finish it at once, and then go a little farther away. I don't care who you are from Lu Xiaofeng, just interrupt my sword fight." , The first time I thought about you being a woman, I don’t care about you; the second time, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Huang Rong glanced at the pale face of the young man in white, smiled sweetly, walked around to Ximen Chuuxue, and said to him: "Just now, Rong'er didn't know that the owner of Ximen Village was fighting this young master, so he made a move in a hurry. If you offend me, please forgive me." Forgive me for the sake of Rong'er's ignorance. But since it's Rong'er's fault, it has nothing to do with this young master, and the outcome is naturally unclear. If this is the case, why not let me meet Ximenzhuang Master. If Rong'er wins, I ask the owner to stop dealing with this young master; if I lose, please ask the owner to stop."

The boy in white was taken aback, Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly stopped Huang Rong and said, "Rongrong, you have not been in the Central Plains for long, so you may not have heard of Ximen Chuuxue..."

"If that's the case, let's do it." Ximen Chuuxue turned and walked to the depths of the plum grove, his cold voice echoed in the quiet valley, "Lu Xiaofeng, you'd better not use your consonant finger."

Ximen Chuuxue had already spoken, and Lu Xiaofeng knew he couldn't stop it.He looked at Huang Rong sadly, pulled her back and said, "Rong Rong, go quickly. Ximen Chuuxue is here and I'll make things right. Hua Man Lou is outside, and Young Master Xiao can also protect you."

"Yeah, you can't beat Ximen Chuuxue." Xiao Monan also nodded solemnly, sweating for Huang Rong.

Huang Rong gently pushed Lu Xiaofeng's hand away, and immediately smiled at the white-clothed boy, "I'm not afraid that there will be no firewood to keep the green hills. If you die for nothing now, you won't even have the chance to win Ximen Chuuxue in the future." .Maybe you can win him in the future!" The boy in white was startled, staring into the girl's clear eyes.But she turned around and followed Ximen Chuixue.

As the sun sinks to the west, the old sky spreads out the scrolls and disappears in the landscape calligraphy and painting.Not far from Wanmei Mountain Villa, the smoke has risen. The birds in the forest are disturbed by the last ray of warm sunset, flapping their wings and taking off.Pairs and pairs, from this forest, whispering to each other, fly to another forest.

Ximen Chuuxue took a deep breath of air-conditioning, looked at Huang Rong, the rustling bamboo grove was swaying with the wind, and the white crabapples were scattered under his feet. "You're a little girl, I won't kill you. Don't be polite to me either."

Unexpectedly, Huang Rong cupped her fists at Ximen Chuuxue, blinked her crescent-shaped eyes, and said with a smile, "It's easy to say! Then come on!"

Huang Rong drew her sword and came.The moment the sword was drawn, Lu Xiaofeng, Xiao Monan and the young man in white were all stunned: Huang Rong's speed of drawing the sword was comparable to that of Ximen Chuuxue.

However, Huang Rong's sword is very aura.The sword flower was like snow, every move fell into Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.Every time I stabbed with a sword, Huang Rong could deftly dodge and block it.The offensive is not so aggressive, fierce and vicious, but it is impossible to guard against, and it moves dexterously.It dances like a mysterious girl flying into the sky, impeccable.

Huang Rong gritted her teeth, feeling somewhat regretful: This Ximen Chuuxue is really a powerful character.I used Peach Blossom Island's Luoying Excalibur and Yuxiao swordsmanship for defense, and combined with the Heavenly Flying Immortal taught by Brother Ye as an offensive. Since I didn't have much time to practice, I could barely resist.If you don't want to lose, I'm afraid you have to think of another way.

Unexpectedly, Ximen Chuuxue became more and more energetic as he battled. He never lost the winner in sword competitions.There has never been a time when the competition has been tied for so long.As soon as the sword was drawn in the past, the opponent had already died under his sword.Therefore, people in the Jianghu often say that Ximen blows