Lu Xiaofeng's sword screams nine days

Ximen Chuuxue learned swordsmanship at the age of three, first grasped the way of swordsmanship at the age of five, and achieved a little success at the age of 15. He has not failed in ten years.

When he was little, his mother told him "Don't trust anyone, except the sword in your hand."

His mother is a woman from the land of Wuyue. She is good at wielding a Yuenv sword.Ximen Chuuxue buried his mother's sword with his mother.He didn't cry, at that time he had just learned the way of swordsmanship, and felt that his mother obtained benevolence after seeking benevolence, why is he so sad?

His mother didn't say who his father was, and Ximen Chuuxue himself didn't feel the need to ask.

When he was young, the old butler led him out to buy things, firstly to let him familiarize himself with the business left by his mother, and secondly to show him the various aspects of the world.The old butler watched his mother and him grow up, and always felt that the children of their Ximen family were good in everything, but they were too cold.

Well, maybe, the only thing that the members of Ximen's family are infatuated with is the three-foot Qingfeng in their hands.

Xiao Fuxue went out with the old housekeeper, holding his sword.He saw a child about his age being hugged by his father and mother and walking down the street, crying loudly because he couldn't get a bunch of candied haws.The child's mother hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the child's tears, took the insignificant child from the man's hand, and urged the man to buy a bunch of candied haws back.

Xiao Fuxue became obsessed unconsciously.His mother never wiped away his tears, and after he knew that crying was useless, he gradually stopped crying.

The warmth of the world quickly hit him, making him a little at a loss.

The old housekeeper took a look at Ximen Chuuxue who was stunned, then squatted down and asked him, "Young master, do you want a bunch of candied haws too?"

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the long bunches of fiery red, some brown syrup wrapped in red hawthorns, with burnt sesame seeds sticking on them, shining seductively in the sun.

Little Fubuki is a child after all.Children are all addicted to sweets.That bunch of candied haws was undoubtedly a temptation for him.

However, he looked at the long candied haws, then at his little hands, and finally shook his head at the housekeeper.

"Young Master, don't you want it?" The old housekeeper was slightly surprised.

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head firmly, "Holding it is about to open the sword."

The old butler was slightly moved, "I'll help the young master hold it."

Xiao Fuxue shook her head more resolutely, "The sword never leaves her body."

The boy in white, who was only as tall as an adult man's thigh, struggled to hold the ancient sword with a black sheath that was about the same height as him, and Bai Yu's face seemed to be condensed.

I just want to have you.He muttered silently to the sword in his arms.

Later, the news of his mother's death came.Wanmei Villa is a school of plainness.

He calmly managed his mother's funeral without crying.

I only have you.He muttered silently to the sword in his arms.He could already hang the sword around his waist at this moment, however, he held the sword in his arms, just like back then.

The sword in his arms let out a clear sword cry, but Ximen Chuuxue clearly heard a crisp voice saying to him, "I'm enough for you."

He was a little surprised.But it feels right.

He regards the sword as sacred, and regards the sword as the whole meaning of life. In his heart, he and the sword in his hand have long been connected.

When he was taking a bath, he took this sword into the bath, and the clear, childlike voice sounded from his ears again, "It's so hot, let me out, let me out."

Ximen Chuuxue found it interesting, and his brows were soft. He lifted the sword out of the water, twisted a soft handkerchief, and wiped it gently on the sword.

"It's so comfortable, I still need it, wipe it again, wipe it again~" There was a bit of coquettish taste in the voice, which made Ximen Chuuxue's eyebrows softer.

He went out to kill people, stabbing swords into people's bodies.His swordsmanship improved in life-and-death duels again and again, and that crisp voice did not sound during his duels.

"Axue is so powerful." When he defeated opponents one by one and blew blood drops off the sword, that crisp voice sounded again, but the voice was a little sleepy and seemed uncomfortable.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't say anything, but he knew that his sword was not a bloodthirsty sword.So he set a rule of only killing four people a year.

During the meal, the old housekeeper put out several plates of exquisite pastries.It was a habit left by his mother when she was alive. The senior executives were nostalgic, and the rules of Wanmei Villa have not changed for many years.

Even though the Sri Lankan has passed away.

"What a beautiful plum cake~ It smells so good~" There was a bit of salivation in the crisp voice, and even the childish voice that was deliberately concealed came out.

Ximen Chuuxue sandwiched a piece of pink pastry, took a bite, and felt that the sweet and greasy pastry that he didn't like in the past was also a bit delicious.

For the first time, he said to the sword lying on his knee, "If you want to eat, come out."

The sword that had been moving faintly fell silent, and even the sword that had been dripping with cold light dimmed a lot.Ximen Chuuxue felt that he might have poked the sore spot of this ancient sword, and felt slightly apologetic.The not delicate but powerful palm caressed the scabbard of the ancient sword, the temperature of the palm pressed against the cold blade.

After a long time, the little sword spirit let out a nana, "Jian Tong's cultivation is not enough, Axue, wait for me, I will come out soon." The grievance in the voice almost overflowed, and the ending even dragged out A cry.

"Okay." Ximen Chuuxue continued to caress the cold sword body, as if holding the little sword spirit in his arms and coaxing it gently.Ximen Chuuxue would never be able to make such gentle soothing movements, but this kind of comfort was all he could express with his already indifferent feelings.

Later, another three to five years passed.

One day, Ximen Chuuxue entertained Lu Xiaofeng who came to drink with him, turned over and went back to the room to meditate.His sword was across his knees.

The little sword spirit seemed to be very quiet today, and he didn't say a word to him from morning till night.

Ximen Chuuxue has long been accustomed to the noise of the little sword spirit over the years, and he is still a little uncomfortable with the suddenness.

However, what made him powerless was that if the little sword spirit didn't take the initiative to talk to him, he wouldn't be able to contact the little sword spirit.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly felt a little irritable, and simply stopped practicing internal strength, but silently stared at the ancient sword with a black sheath lying across his lap.

Gu Jian shyly trembled twice, suddenly, the room was full of stars.

Ximen Chuuxue felt his heart beating very fast.The air seemed to have become sticky, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Ximen Chuuxue held his breath and waited.The stars faded.

A chubby child in black obscene clothes with two small bags tied on his head sat in his arms, and his ancient sword with a black sheath had been lying on his shoulder for a long time.

That little boy rubbed Ximen Chuuxue's resolute chin with his chubby face, and kissed Ximen Chuuxue's frosty face twice before he smiled sweetly, "Axue, I'm Jian Tong~ "

Ximen Chuixue's face was expressionless, but the joy and tenderness in his eyes couldn't be hidden. He could hold up Jiantong's shiny buttocks with one hand, and his pouty chin rested on his sword. Supported by Ximen Chuuxue, she looked extraordinarily well-behaved.

"We can be together in the future~Together forever~" Jiantong's soft and tender voice sounded in Ximen Chuuxue's ear, and there seemed to be a milky fragrance between his breaths.

Ximen Chuixue paused. "good."

so far.One promise, one thousand gold.

On the world of mortals, fortunately, there is you, and we depend on each other for life.