Lu Xiaofeng's sword screams nine days

Lu Xiaofeng finally went to King Jinpeng's mansion with Shangguan Feiyan.However, Ye Gucheng and Gong Jiu spent a few days leisurely in the south of the Yangtze River when he was exhausted, saw all the Jiangnan delicacies, tasted all the new teas of this year, and tasted the exquisite Jiangnan flavor. A few soft words of Wu Nong from Jiangnan.

The two brothers have been together for a long time, and Ye Gucheng secretly finds Gong Jiu's small movements of getting close to each other amused, but he also acquiesces one by one, and sometimes even touches his hair or pats him on the shoulder in response to him. .

After all, Ye Gucheng was an elder brother.In his previous life, he and his younger sister were often close, and the little girl stepped on his feet and followed him, or played games like "Pull the Cow" with him against his forehead.Children who lack male elders at an early age always yearn for the touch of the skin. In Ye Gucheng's heart, this is probably the case with Gong Jiu.

He loves this younger brother very much, more than he pities himself.At least during his busy childhood, he still had his mother's gentle comfort and encouragement.But Gong Jiu can only challenge himself again and again within the scope of his ability, break through the limit, and remain excellent.Although his father often guides him, however, he cannot be with him day and night.This child survived those lonely and desolate times day by day by himself.

Some connivance, once started, can not stop.Many years later, when Ye Gucheng was pressed down by Gong Jiu and did whatever he wanted, he suddenly realized that he was a frog in warm water, or in other words, the longest child trapped under Gong Jiu's most patient arrangement. In the longest round, and did not intend to withdraw.

At this time, they had been lingering in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time, and the spies had already reported that Lu Xiaofeng got up and went to Shanxi.That night.Ye Gucheng wrote in handwriting under the lamp.At this stage of his sword practice, he is not limited to the practice of sword moves. He can temper his sword intent every time he leans down, sits and breathes.And what Ye Gucheng loves most is to comprehend the way of heaven and combine the sword intent with the way of heaven while using the brush, which is the ultimate.

In fact, a person like him who has the heart to compete, no matter a hero or a hero, is against the sky, and very few people can follow the way of the sky.And Ye Gucheng can do it, because his sword intent has never been to plunder, but to protect.Protect the people of the family, protect a city, and protect the glory of the ancestors.It is natural to follow the heart.

Ye Gucheng usually likes to use pine smoke ink with extremely deep and glossy ink color, but he likes to use light ink, the ink block is submerged shallowly, leaving uniform traces, and finally turns into thick black.Ye Gucheng moistened the tip of the pen with ink, paused for a while, and left dripping ink characters on the paper.

Lu Xiaofeng.

There is a lot of water in the ink, and it is said that the handwriting should fade quickly. However, the person who wrote the pen was very skillful, and the ink was sealed into the paper before it could disperse.

Ye Gucheng paused for a while, dipped in the ink again, and continued to write a few intermittent words.

Yan Tieshan.Shanxi.Huo Tianqing.

Finally, as if sighing, I wrote a few words.Then fell silent.In the study room, there was only the occasional crackling of candle wicks.Gong Jiu walked behind him, his pupils shrank when he saw the four words, and he forced himself to remain calm.

Those four words are, Ximen, Fuxue.

After the night after drinking the mantra, dreams came one after another.A peerless swordsman, on the top of the Forbidden City, two swords clash, and one sword comes from the west to make a great sound.Maybe for other people, it was a battle that is still talked about many years later, but for Gong Jiu, it was the deepest nightmare.It made him unable to calm down for a long time, many nights of sleeping alone, such a dream made him wake up in a cold sweat.Only by tightly holding onto the jade pendant carved by my brother can I continue to fall asleep.

The name of that nightmare is Ximen Chuuxue.

In fact, Gong Jiu is in a dilemma.He thought about going out to Ximen Chuuxue preemptively.Even if that man's martial arts are amazing and his swordsmanship is superb, but after all, he is only a person, only a body of flesh and blood. If his brother is really going to die at the hands of Ximen Fuxue in the future, then he will try his best to destroy most of his organization, poison him, and assassinate him. No matter what they do, they must also get him out.

However, Gong Jiu was afraid.He knows how lonely it is to stand alone at the top. Such loneliness is a corner of the heart that is always vacant, and that corner cannot be filled even with relatives and lovers.He didn't want his brother to suffer such loneliness, and he would never allow his brother's heart to be vacant for others.In the journey of sword learning, only Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng can touch the pinnacle of the current people.If one of the two is lost, the rest will be a lifelong regret.

So Gong Jiu didn't touch Ximen Chuuxue.

Ye Gucheng had already noticed the person behind him, but he didn't care.Gong Jiu was probably the only one who could enter this study without being stopped by the sword servants.Although the sword servants under him are called sword servants, they are actually guards trained by well-qualified teenagers selected from Baiyun City.Their kung fu is a combination of Ye's swordsmanship improved by Ye Gucheng himself and Taohua Island's martial arts. Even if they fight alone, they can be regarded as second-rate masters in the arena.What's more, Gong Jiu has formulated a meticulous cooperation for them, and there are only a few people in the world who can break through their defense.

At this moment, Gong Jiu's thoughts are full of twists and turns, and facing Ye Gucheng, his face is as sweet as ever with a smile, "Brother, don't we go to Shanxi to join in the fun?" Since the elder brother and Ximen Chuuxue must meet, why not adopt a more gentle encounter Gong Jiu didn't believe that, after becoming a confidant, Ximen Chuuxue could still attack his brother so decisively in the Forbidden City.

However, Gong Jiu didn't know that this might be the worst decision he ever made in his life.When he searched for his brother many times but found him and Ximen Chuuxue discussing the way of swordsmanship, Gong Jiu burst into tears silently, but it was too late.

Ye Gucheng recalled the entire story of King Jinpeng, and thought it was imperative to go to Shanxi.After all, there is the most crucial person, Huo Tianqing.Then he let out a casual "um" and put down his pen, "It's late at night, go back to sleep." After saying that, he walked out of the study first.

Gong Jiu smiled inexplicably behind Ye Gucheng, thinking about today's results, and got the time for his brother to stick his forehead once, rub his hair twice, and lean on his brother's arms for two sticks of incense.I estimated the possibility of sleeping in the same bed with my brother, but felt that it was a bit too hasty, and finally gave up.However, Gong Jiu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled more tenderly.A word was wiped out on the lips and teeth.It was "Brother, don't worry, we will have a long time to come."

The two brothers arrived in Shanxi in a few days with light clothes and simple clothes.The city of Shanxi was still filled with the fragrance of vinegar, so Ye Gucheng and Gong Jiu also went to the countryside and ate Shanxi noodles, cat's ears and other local delicacies. The two of them were leisurely, as if they were young masters traveling together.

However, that day, in the inn, a swordsman dressed in white, with a long sword beside him, and black hair like ink, broke all the peace.Ye Gucheng and the man looked at each other, as if their souls were shaken.The two held half a cup of tea each, and raised their glasses from a distance, as if talking about their lives.

Gong Jiu's face was already dark.