[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

September fifteenth.night.

The moon is in the sky.

Ximen Chuixue [Crossing Tianjie under the moonlight, entering Donghua Gate and Longzong Gate, turning into the Meridian Gate under the wind gate of the Dragon Tower, and finally arriving at the forbidden place within the forbidden place, the city within the city. 】On the road, the patrol guards guard three steps, one post and five steps, one whistle. Although there are no people in some places, Ximen Chuuxue knows that in this invisible darkness, there may be big insiders lurking everywhere.

Of course these masters would not attack Ximen Chuuxue, because those who accompanied him were Yin Xian and Ding Ao among the four guards.

Walk across the arch bridge over the Jinshuiyudai River, and the Gate of Supreme Harmony is in front of you.

Yin Xian stopped suddenly, and said to Ding Ao: "Fourth brother, I'll take the owner of Ximen Villa in and wait. Lu Xiaofeng and the others are probably coming soon, you go over and make more arrangements."

Ding Ao nodded and turned back.

Ximen Chuixue's face was ice-cold, and followed Yin Xian into the Gate of Supreme Harmony.

[The Hall of Supreme Harmony is majestic, looking up, the gleaming ridge of the hall seems to stand in the clouds.Next to the Hall of Supreme Harmony is the Hall of Preserving Harmony.Next to the Hall of Preserving Harmony, on the west side of the steps outside the Qianqing Gate, there are three bungalows on the north wall. 】 Yin Xian stopped in front of the bungalow in the middle.

[The black-painted door is closed tightly, and there is a dim light in the window, illuminating a white teak board hanging on the door, with four shocking characters written on it: Anyone who enters the room will be cut off! 】Yin Xian stretched out his hand to push the door, and made an invitation gesture: "Master Ximen, please!"

When Ximen Chuixue stepped into the door, Yin Xian lowered his voice: "The owner can take a rest, the first window on the left in the south, you can still see the view of the South Study Room."

The lighting in the room is dim, and the furnishings are minimal, but the Zhubi case has a solemn and solemn atmosphere.This is a place that can decide the fate of countless people.

Ordinary people walk in here, I am afraid that they will be trembling.

Ximen Chuuxue only glanced at it, then opened the first window to the south, and jumped out.

There are trees outside the window, and the moon will be full on the treetops.

He must hurry up.

There are still bright lights burning in the south study.

Today's emperor is very young and hardworking. He not only works hard in the court, but also often reads at night with a lamp.

This was a habit he had developed when he was the crown prince, and it remained the same after he took the throne, so he often rested in the South Study Room at night, and never had anyone to serve him.

At this time, the time of man has passed, and the time of child is approaching. The emperor has put down the scroll and is ready to go to bed, and he has enough energy to welcome the morning court tomorrow.

But just as he stood up and was about to stretch his waist, he saw a snow-white figure in the room.

This person is also very young, dressed in snow-white clothes, with an unusually stern face, standing in the weakest corner of the room, but still has an upright posture like ice and snow in the distant mountains.

The emperor shouted in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Not only was he calm, but he was also very agile. He moved a few steps between his words and stood in a relatively safe and favorable position.

Ximen Chuuxue slowly walked out from the shadow of the bookcase on the wall.

In his hand, he holds a sword.

A black sheath sword with a strange shape and a black scabbard.

He clenched his sword and clasped his fists, neither humble nor overbearing: "The owner of Wanmei Villa, Ximen Chuuxue, is truly sorry for disturbing Your Majesty."

This is not the etiquette for the subjects to meet the emperor, but the etiquette for the people of the Jianghu to show respect to the people of the Jianghu.The emperor was neither surprised nor angry, but he seemed a bit stunned: "Ximen Chuuxue?"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, with a slight surprise in his eyes, "Does Your Majesty know my name?"

The emperor was noncommittal, but looked at the sword in his hand, gradually relaxed his expression, and even showed a gentle smile: "I'm visiting late at night, presumably there is something important to share?"

Ximen Chuixue nodded.

The emperor smiled and made an inviting gesture: "In this case, how about sitting down?"

Ximen Chuuxue was actually not humble, but just sat down calmly.

The young emperor looked at this ice-cold and proud man, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes: "Since you met me with the courtesy of the world, you must know my former identity."

"If I don't know, how dare I disturb the holy driver." Ximen Chuixue held the sword in both hands, and put his crow scabbard sword on the table, "It was given to me by my master when I was learning swords at the Water Peak of Our Lady. my present."

The master of Ximen Chuuxue is the hermit on the Peak of the Water of the Virgin.

Ximen Chuuxue went up the mountain at the age of ten and left the mountain at the age of 12.There is a prince who is the same age as him, but he went up the mountain at the age of 12 and left the mountain at the age of 14, so they never met.

This is the secret Yu Luocha told him.

The whole body of the scabbard is jet-black, reflecting a cold and dim light under the light, and the Kui pattern on the hilt is old and simple.Looking at this ancient sword, the emperor's eyes really seemed to be filled with waves: "In this way, you and I are indeed of the same family!"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword, as if he wanted to draw the sword.

His movements are very light and fast, like snowflakes falling, silently, but definitely lighter and faster than most opponents with swords that Ximen Chuuxue has seen!

With a slight sound of "ding", the long sword was unsheathed, revealing a cold front, but it was brighter and colder than snow.

The emperor lightly touched the bright sword light with his fingers, and sighed: "It really is a good sword!"

He knew this sword, even more than Ximen Chuuxue, because this sword was originally treasured by the royal family, and the hermit on the snow mountain was originally a member of the royal family.

Ximen Chuuxue watched him draw his sword, but felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword has never fallen into the hands of others, and has never been pulled out by others, but he was not moved, but said indifferently: "Your Majesty cultivates the way of the emperor, the sword of the son of heaven , without a sword in your hand, but with a sword in your heart, it is also a good sword."

"What a sword of the Son of Heaven, what a sword in your hand and a sword in your heart!" The emperor stared at him silently for a while, then suddenly smiled and put the sword back into its sheath, "It seems that you not only have a sword in your hand, but also have a ravine in your heart, no wonder He will allow you to be the best among men, the genius among swords!"

This is not a compliment, the emperor does not need to compliment anyone, but with Ximen Chuuxue's knowledge and demeanor, he is definitely more than a simple swordsman.

The emperor changed the subject, although his expression was still pleasant, but his tone carried the majesty of the emperor: "But you came to see me in the palace late at night, what is the reason?"

An uninvited guest can go deep into the Forbidden Palace and come to him without anyone noticing. For an emperor, it is not something to be proud of anyway.

How can the power of the emperor be lightly insulted?

Ximen Chuuxue met his gaze, but there was no wavering on his snow-like face.

"I'm here for the way of the sword."

The emperor raised his eyebrows: "What is the way of swordsmanship?"

"The way of the emperor is an art, and the way of the sword is also an art."

Since they are all art, they have the same height.

The young emperor laughed again.

Ximen Chuuxue first complimented his Emperor's Sword with one sentence, and then leveled their identities with one sentence.

But he couldn't refute him.

When he was 12 years old, when he first saw the huge mountain range that seemed to meander in the sky, and saw the thousand-year-old snow and ice accumulated on the top of the mountain peak, facing the irresistible majesty and vastness, it would only make him feel sick. People feel that life is short and insignificant, even an emperor can't be more noble.

However, Ximen Chuuxue has that kind of arrogant and icy temperament like the ice and snow in the distant mountains.

He sighed slightly, but smiled and said, "Okay, no matter what you have to say, I will listen."

Now that a tacit understanding of communication has been reached, Ximen Chuuxue of course quickly went straight to the point: "Does your majesty know that there will be a conspiracy to force the palace tonight in the palace?"

The emperor's expression changed slightly.

But he was still waiting for Ximen Chuuxue to speak.

"Does Your Majesty know about Baiyun City on Feixian Island in the South China Sea?"

The emperor lowered his head, as if pondering: "Feixian Island, Baiyun City..."

"Ye Gucheng, the current city lord of Baiyun City, is the most famous swordsman in Jianghu today. He originally asked me to have a decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City, which is the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, tonight."

The emperor suddenly raised his head, with a look of awe in his eyes: "Originally?"

"That's right." Ximen Chuixue paused, "But Ye Gucheng is threatened by King Pingnan, so he probably won't fight me tonight, but will come here to assassinate the emperor for him!"

King Pingnan?

The emperor's pupils shrank slightly, but there was a touch of pain in his eyes.

King Pingnan is his uncle.

But he did not lose his composure: "Is there someone in the palace to respond?"

"Probably a eunuch named Wang An."

Hearing Wang An's name, the emperor's expression became more complicated. Wang An was his companion when he was the prince, and he had always trusted him.He pondered for a moment, but then asked, "What is Nanwang using to blackmail Ye Gucheng?"

"Prohibit trade in the South China Sea, blockade Feixian Island, and cut off supplies to Baiyun City."

The emperor pondered again, and asked, "How is Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship better than yours?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "This is exactly the reason why I came to His Majesty."

The emperor raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"I hope Your Majesty will allow me to fight Ye Gucheng. If I win by chance, please allow me to take him away from the capital." Ximen Chuuxue said slowly, "Because he is not only my opponent, but also my confidant."

Opponents are rare, confidantes are hard to find, the higher the sword skill, the more lonely one is, this reason is not difficult to understand.

No one understands the loneliness of being in a high place better than the emperor.

Ximen Chuuxue exchanged this person for a battle with a shocking conspiracy, which is indeed not too much.

The emperor suddenly asked: "What kind of person is Ye Gucheng?"

Does he, like Ximen Chuuxue, have the same proud posture as the ice and snow in the distant mountains?

Ximen Chuuxue replied: "If Your Majesty sees him, he will naturally know."

The emperor couldn't help sneering: "My lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, why would you risk your life?"

The emperor got angry and laid dead bodies all over the field. Wouldn't it be easier and safer to immediately call in the palace guards?

"Of course your majesty can choose. What I'm asking for is nothing more than a matter of talent. But there is another matter, and I don't want to deceive the emperor." Ximen Chuuxue's tone was indifferent, but his heart was far less calm than the surface, because this matter, since ancient times, has been very important to people. For the emperor's people, it's too disturbing and too sensitive.

The emperor tapped lightly on the table: "Speak."

"The Ye family of Baiyun City is originally a descendant of the previous dynasty." Ximen Chuuxue hesitated for a moment, but still said, "But I guarantee that Ye Gucheng has absolutely no intention of conspiracy!"

No one can guarantee this kind of thing, and no one will guarantee it in front of the emperor.

It's not that Ximen Chuuxue doesn't know this, but to know the emperor's attitude, he still needs to take a risk, because after the Nanwang incident, Ye Gucheng's identity will be revealed sooner or later.

The emperor was expressionless.

In other words, Ximen Chuuxue couldn't see his expression at all.

The emperor was also looking at him, looking at his cold and expressionless face, there was actually a hint of confusion and anxiety of waiting, and suddenly he smiled.

This time he actually laughs!

"I really want to meet Ye Gucheng for a while." The emperor still smiled, and even laughed a little playfully, "See what kind of person he is, and he can make people like you worry about him so much."

What kind of person is Ye Gucheng?

Ximen Chuuxue ignored the teasing in his tone, but looked up at the bright moon outside the window.

The full moon is like a mirror, and the midnight is approaching.

On the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, with a sword coming to the west, immortals fly from the sky! !