[Comprehensive wear] Flower blowing sword

Fog gradually formed in the darkness.

Huamanlou couldn't see the mist, but he could smell it, just like he could smell the blood floating in the mist.

And in the salty smell of blood, there is also the bitter aroma of plum blossoms. The plum fragrance is very light, but strong enough to overwhelm the smell of blood.

Hua Manlou's paused footsteps moved again, and he walked slowly into the fog.

Then, he heard the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh, and he seemed to be able to feel a very bright white light flashing in front of his eyes, although he didn't see anything.

The smell of blood became stronger.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword drawn.When it came out, the sword was still covered in blood.

He lifted the sword and blew it lightly, blood droplets fell down the sword tip in strings, forming a circle of blood at Ximen Chuuxue's feet.

At his feet lay a circle of criss-crossed corpses.

He turned around, Hua Manlou was standing at the end of the mist, the gentle smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

His eyes fell on the corpse at Ximen Chuuxue's feet. He obviously couldn't see it, but he gave Ximen Chuuxue the illusion that he could see it.

Ximen Chuuxue put the sword back into the scabbard, and turned around with an indifferent expression.

Hua Manlou sighed softly, "Master Ximen."

Ximen Chuuxue's footsteps paused, he was about to walk out of the other side of the fog, but he still stopped,

Hua Manlou walked around the pile of corpses, and the fog didn't affect him at all.

Because in his world, there is only darkness.

The closer he was to Ximen Chuuxue, the stronger the scent of plum blossoms and the weaker the smell of blood. When he walked to Ximen Chuuxue's side, the smell of blood was almost gone.

All that lingers on the tip of his nose is the plum fragrance from Ximen Chuuxue's body.

Huamanlou loves flowers. He has smelled countless flowers, but he has never felt that plum blossoms smell so good.

"Mei Xu is three points inferior to Xue Xue, but Xue is inferior to Mei Duanxiang. Regardless of whether the first half of the sentence is true or not, I know that the second half of the sentence must be true." Hua Manlou sighed.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned slightly.

He felt that he understood the meaning of Huamanlou's words, but he also felt that he didn't understand, because such kind of jokes should not come out of Huamanlou's mouth!

So he deliberately ignored Hua Manlou's words, and only asked coldly, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Hua Manlou chuckled and said, "I don't know who the owner just killed?"

Ximen Chuuxue replied: "Probably someone who came to take revenge."

Hua Manlou lowered his head and sighed, "Killers, people will always kill them, and the owner of the villa will kill someone, and someone will come to avenge him, and the owner of the village will kill more people. This is the same principle as tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows .”

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him indifferently, the distance between them was actually not far, but because of the barrier of fog, it seemed as if they were separated by a long distance.

A gust of wind blew away the mist a little, and the person who was blowing snow at Ximen had disappeared into the mist.

Huamanlou sighed again, the scent of plum blossoms had disappeared without a trace.

He turned around slowly and walked towards his small building.

The door of the small building was still open, and there was no one inside.

Hua Manlou turned on the lamp. When he was alone, he usually did not turn on the lamp, but today, he turned on a lamp.

He put the lamp on the table by the door, as if waiting for someone to come.

A strong wind blew outside the window, and Hua Manlou blew out the lights with a complex expression.

He didn't know who he was waiting for, maybe he was just waiting for someone who couldn't wait.

However, shortly after he blew out the lamp, he heard footsteps on the stairs.

The voice was very soft, but it was enough for him to hear, as if it had been deliberately controlled to the right strength.

Hua Manlou laughed.

He often laughs, but rarely does a smile come from the bottom of his heart like this, full of joy.

He lit another candle.

When Ximen Chuuxue walked upstairs, there were already two teacups on the wooden table.

The owner of the small building was sitting in the direction facing the stairs, "looking" at him with a gentle smile.

Another sentence came to Ximen Chuuxue's mind, a sentence he asked when they first met - are you really blind?

But he knew that Huamanlou really couldn't see it.

He couldn't help but feel a little pity that a person as amazing and talented as him is actually blind!This is really a very regrettable thing.

Hua Manlou filled the two empty teacups with water.

His small building has wine and tea, but he knows that Ximen Chuuxue only drinks water, plain water.

In fact, it was just a casual mention by Lu Xiaofeng, and he also listened to it unintentionally, and actually remembered this sentence in his heart.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the water in the glass in surprise, and asked, "How do you know I only drink water?"

Hua Manlou asked back with a smile: "Why did the owner go and come back?"

Ximen Chuuxue was slightly taken aback.

He did leave at that time, and for some reason he came to Huamanlou's small building again.

Probably because he heard the deepest meaning in Hua Manlou's hesitation to speak, or maybe he has nothing to do tonight, anyway, he is here.

Ximen Chuuxue replied: "I am here, so why are there so many?"

The smile on Hua Manlou's face deepened, "That's right, if I know it, I know it. Why does the owner need to ask me how I know it?"

Ximen Chuuxue was really stunned this time.

He has heard of Hua Manlou's deeds, he has heard of his principles of life, he has heard of his ability to distinguish his position by hearing his voice, and his flowing clouds and sleeves, but he has never heard that he is also like this... debate.

At this time, there was a sudden burst of ethereal singing, with a touch of melancholy, so beautiful that it broke the heart.

The lyrics are also bleak, beautiful, and moving. It tells the story of a passionate girl who, before dying, tells her lover about the wandering and misfortune of her life. (The above is excerpted from the original work.)

Huamanlou didn't move, and Ximen Chuuxue didn't move either.

After a while, the singing gradually faded away, Hua Manlou took a sip of water, and slowly frowned, "I seem to have heard this voice somewhere before."

Ximen Chuixue said indifferently: "The woman's voice should be more familiar to Lu Xiaofeng."

The wrinkles between Hua Manlou's brows loosened again, and he said with a light smile, "Indeed, but I have indeed heard this woman's voice, and I thought she should be a little girl at the time, but from this point of view, it was me guessed wrong."

Ximen Chuuxue sat upright and said in a low voice, "Women are the most complicated creatures in this world."

Hua Manlou couldn't help laughing and said: "If you said this to Lu Xiaofeng, I guarantee that he will raise his four mustaches to agree."

The corner of Ximen Chuuxue's mouth also curled into a very shallow smile.

He never smiled, but he looked good when he smiled, like the sun shining on the snowy mountains, but in that very short moment, there was a magical power that captivated people's hearts.

However, the only audience is invisible.

Although Huamanlou couldn't see it, he could feel Ximen Chuuxue's good mood, so the smile on his face widened a bit.

Ximen Chuuxue said in a low voice: "But he fell into the trap of women again and again."

"Maybe it's because peony flowers are dead, and being a ghost is also romantic?" Hua Manlou rubbed his chin and laughed.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was lying soundly asleep in the gentleness of the beauty, sneezed, he stroked his beard half asleep, turned over and fell back into a deep sleep.

Ximen Chuuxue drank the glass of water that Huamanlou poured, "I should go."

Hua Manlou stood up and nodded.

He stood still and didn't move, the person from Ximen Chuuxue had disappeared.

Huamanlou sniffed lightly, and he could smell the plum blossom fragrance left by Ximen Chuuxue in the air.

Hua Manlou lowered his head and pondered for a long time.

After a long time, the lights in the small building slowly went out, and the room was dark.

The author has something to say:

What is rhythm......

Huahua Ximen talks happily at night while holding candles? !

I think this one is going a little faster...