Lu Xiaofeng's sword screams nine days

At the end of the corridor, there is an open space, surrounded by trees, interspersed with each other, it does not feel empty.That was where Ye Gucheng usually practiced his sword. At Ye Gucheng's level, the sword energy could be sent and received freely, sweeping a sword, splitting mountains and cracking rocks, sweeping away thousands of troops, but the strength was very precise, and it could not hurt even a leaf around.

The little boy bowed his head and led Zhao Huaigu around here, a gap was opened in the wall, and a spring was found, and the ditch was only a few feet away, and they went back and forth, with the sound of water.

After crossing a small arch bridge made of bamboo and wood, one can see a tree of red plums straddling domineeringly in front of him.It was early autumn, and the red plums hadn't bloomed yet, but Zhao Huaigu clearly saw the red plums blooming loudly and dazzlingly on the branches.When I got closer, I found that it was last year's red plum. When it was in its prime, each petal was hooked with silver wire, wrapped with fish gelatin from the South China Sea, and fixed on the branch.

And no matter how huge a project it is to hook every petal with silver wire, but this merciless isinglass covering the whole flower is enough to make people smack.

After the South China Sea gelatin is solidified, it becomes transparent, and it is not wetted by water or cracked by the sun.A tree of red plums is reflected, glittering and translucent, as if in full bloom.

Although there are not many places in the world where isinglass can be produced, only the isinglass produced in the deep sea of ​​the South China Sea has no fishy smell.The blessing characters posted in the palace every year are glued with fish glue from the South China Sea.Isinglass is produced in the deep sea, and the annual output is extremely limited. Even in the imperial palace, perhaps experienced old eunuchs may apply a thin layer, and dare not waste the slightest bit.

It can be said that it is not a big deal to keep the flowers blooming for a while.

"That girl Xigu has always been naughty, Ah Cheng indulged her, it made my cousin laugh." A gentle male voice came from behind Hongmei, and Zhao Huaigu's eyebrows frowned.

Turning around the plum tree, what Zhao Huaigu saw was a sandalwood hexagonal pavilion with a wooden frame and a glazed tile roof.The five large tents cover the air vents, and they are all azure cloud-woven brocade.

The two people sat opposite each other, their statures were generally tall and straight, the difference was that one was tall and straight like a pine, and the other was gentle and moist like a willow.It was not too early for Zhao Huaigu to arrive at Ye Gucheng's other courtyard. The noon sun shone through the cracks in the sky-blue curtains and projected onto the faces of the two of them. illusion.

It's just that he will never admit his mistake with his "good cousin" voice.

What else is there that I don't understand? Perhaps, everything can be foreseen from the jade pendant engraved with the word "City" on Gong Jiu's waist.After seeing along the way, everything is implemented.

Xiao Tong has followed Ye Gucheng since he was a child, but was taught by Gong Jiu, so he is so obedient.With the cover of innocence, he warned Zhao Huaigu bit by bit.

Dreams that should not be dreamed should never be dreamed.People who shouldn't think about it should never think about it.

Zhao Huaigu walked to the steps of the gazebo and stood beside a pomegranate flower.He wears a sword, because this time when he meets Ye Gucheng, the purpose of the meeting is to ask for advice on sword skills.

After Gong Jiu finished speaking, she didn't make a sound, just fiddled with the charcoal fire for making tea.The charcoal burned from olive pits is as hard as iron.Not long after, the pot of water rolled up with bubbles the size of pearls.Gong Jiu lifted it up and poured it into the teapot slowly, then put down the kettle, fiddled with the tea leaves on the side into the teapot, clasped the teapot with three fingers, and shook it slightly.After a while, tap into the cup.

The air is filled with the fragrance of ginger mother.Phoenix Dancong unique ginger mother fragrance.

The little boy picked up a painted tray that was only the size of a palm, and brought one of the cups to Zhao Huaigu.Looking at Gong Jiu's every move, Zhao Huaigu felt that it would be boring to be provocative.What's more, in front of Ye Gucheng, he didn't want to show a domineering and rude posture.A gentleman loves virtue, this point, Ye Gucheng once emphasized to him in the dream, and he always remembers it.

At this time and here, it is advisable to be patient for a while, and make plans in the future.Zhao Huaigu picked up the teacup and drank all the tea in the cup.In Ye Gucheng, he was not afraid of being poisoned by Prince Taiping.

Gong Jiu also picked up a cup and slightly touched his lips.Ye Gucheng did not move.

"The city lord doesn't like this tea?" Zhao Huaigu put the cup back on the tray, stepped forward and walked to Ye Gucheng's side.Ye Gucheng didn't move, but the corners of his mouth were pursed even more deeply.

"Acheng doesn't like to drink tea." Gong Jiu poured a glass of water, walked to Ye Gucheng's side, and blocked Zhao Huaigu's approach without any trace.

Ye Gucheng and Gong Jiu's eyebrows meet, and Gong Jiu clearly sees the playfulness in his brother's eyes.Ye Gucheng has the purest and coldest eyes in the world. In these eyes, Gong Jiu clearly sees that he is like an old cat protecting food.

Ye Gucheng took the clear water poured by Gong Jiu, and touched his fingertips. The fleeting touch made Gong Jiumi feel unstoppable greed.If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he should be able to get a kiss from his brother.It's all because of that nasty Nanwang Persimmon.

Zhao Huaigu's fist was quietly clenched.He lowered his head, adjusted his expression, and said loudly to Ye Gucheng, "Farewell to the city lord, and we haven't seen each other for five years. The city lord still looks good."

Faced with Zhao Huaigu's compliment, Ye Gucheng was noncommittal. "Draw your sword."

Ye Gucheng only said two words.Only two words.However, it was these two words that seemed to hit Zhao Huaigu, making him shiver all over.

Is this the power of Ye Gucheng?No sword moves, no coercion, just two ordinary words, which can force out his fighting spirit that has been hidden for many years.After learning swords for many years, Zhao Huaigu had almost no chance of fighting. Naturally, there are masters around him to protect him properly, so why should he fight with his life himself.His life is much more valuable than those guards.

However, Ye Gucheng's words made him feel like his life was hanging by a thread.The surrounding hidden guards are naturally dedicated to their duties, but Zhao Huaigu, who has always trusted the abilities of these hidden guards, feels in vain that the only thing he can rely on is himself, and only the three-foot green peak.

Almost unconsciously, he drew his sword.

However, when that touch of cold water came into his hands, he suddenly realized what kind of mistake he had made.He drew the wrong sword.Originally, he should have drawn the sword worn at his waist.

The blade of the sword is very sharp, and the hilt is also inlaid with gorgeous gems.Famous swords generally cannot be equipped with gems, and swords with gems always give people a flashy feeling.However, the handle in Zhao Huaigu's hand is very different.The gorgeous gems do not cover the sharpness of the sword itself, but give people a dangerous beauty.

The power of this sword was originally intended to be set off with beauty.These gorgeous gemstones are gorgeous and complex beauty.

However, such a good sword did not get Zhao Huaigu's pity.Since he got the sword, it has been sealed up.Bringing it out today is to cover up the weapon he is really used to.

However it was too late.

He's been exposed.The coercion brought by Ye Gucheng gave him a feeling of "defeat or death".Subconsciously, he drew his usual weapon.

Zhao Huaigu shouldn't draw his sword, and no one should draw his sword in front of Ye Gucheng.Unless, he is Ximen Chuuxue.

What he pulled out was the soft sword that was buried in the sword mound by Ye Gucheng, but was stolen by someone he sent.

However, it is too late to regret.Between the lightning and the flint, the prestige of those two words has not dissipated.Zhao Huaigu danced involuntarily.Blowing horizontally, slashing vertically, every sword is done with all your strength.Zhao Huaigu's sword is very fast, and his sword moves are gorgeous.Gong Jiu narrowed his eyes dangerously, he couldn't make a mistake.Zhao Huaigu's sword moves were derived from Ye Gucheng's sword moves.

It seems that his cousin pays attention to his brother for more than a day or two.

Zhao Huaigu's sword gradually slowed down.Her pale face turned crimson, and beads of sweat hung on her forehead.He retracted his sword and looked at Ye Gucheng.As if, waiting for something.

Ye Gucheng was a little inexplicable, he didn't understand the burning hope in the eyes of the Southern King's son.

Gong Jiu sneered.He often smiles, like a spring breeze, or an affectionate smile.Rarely, would he sneer so bluntly, "Look at the sweat on my cousin's face. He didn't even wipe it off. He looked at what A Cheng was doing. He was still waiting for A Cheng to get you a handkerchief. You don't have Nan here." Followers of the palace."

These words are almost harsh.He was not at all like the gentle and respectful Ninth Young Master in his daily life.

Zhao Huaigu took out his handkerchief as if suddenly realized, and wiped his sweat with his head down, he didn't care about Gong Jiu's sarcasm at all.But no one knew that he really took the opportunity of bowing his head to cover up the disappointment in his eyes.In the dream, he studied under Ye Gucheng, and every time he finished his sword practice, Ye Gucheng would hand him a Supa even though he would not say words of encouragement or praise.

This world is not another world.At this moment, Zhao Huaigu really felt that this life is not another.

After Zhao Huaigu wiped off his sweat, he subconsciously looked at Ye Gucheng, and what came into his eyes was a pair of extremely cold eyes.Ye Gucheng just looked at him coldly, no, he looked at the soft sword in his hand.

Zhao Huaigu's heart trembled, he clasped the soft sword in his hand, and wrapped it around his waist tremblingly.

"This sword should be in my Ye's Sword Tomb." Of course Ye Gucheng saw his trembling, but why should he accommodate his trembling?In Ye Gucheng's heart, the sword is sacred.A sword stealer is no different from a gravedigger.To disturb other people's slumber is a great evil.

Zhao Huaigu withdrew his stiff smile, "I got it by accident, I just feel kind, and now I know that it was the old sword of the city lord." He said so, but he didn't understand the meaning of returning it to Ye Gucheng.

This is Zhao Huaigu's thought.He has no way to tell Ye Gucheng what happened in his dream, he will never be able to call Ye Gucheng "brother" openly, Ye Gucheng is so cold to him, this soft sword he used when he was young may be The only thought in his life.He doesn't want to lose, and he can't lose.

Because, Zhao Huaigu always needs to leave something behind to prove that he has a connection with Ye Gucheng, even if the so-called connection is only a far-fetched connection by himself.

Regarding Zhao Huaigu's remarks, Gong Jiu sneered, "Ah Cheng didn't say that this sword was used by him. Is there only one Ye Gucheng left in the Ye family?"

Zhao Huaigu's resentful eyes shot at Gong Jiu, and they disappeared instantly.It's just that the fluctuating eyes in that split second did not escape the eyes of Ye Gucheng and Gong Jiu.

Ye Gucheng's voice was completely cold.He said to Zhao Huaigu, "It is said that a gentleman should not win someone's love. However, Ye's ancestral precepts, once entered into the sword mound, will be covered in dust forever. There is absolutely no reason for this rule to be broken somewhere in Ye." Ye Gucheng paused, His eyes approached even sharper, "I also ask the prince to cut his love and return this soft sword."

Zhao Huaigu's face was a little ugly.

Gong Jiu felt that his face was not ugly enough, so he added a sentence, "If my cousin likes it, I can choose from the sword storehouse of Prince Taiping." Gong Jiu's expression at this moment was the same as when Zhao Huaigu asked him to choose a mutton fat jade pendant.The Ninth Young Master has always been vengeful, and never let anyone bully him for nothing.Most of the time, Gong Jiu can bear it, it's not that he doesn't report, it's just that the time hasn't come yet.

Zhao Huaigu's complexion was truly ashen.

He untied the soft sword at his waist, handed it to the boy who was waiting beside him, and forced a smile at Ye Gucheng, "The city lord's words are serious, the beauty of a gentleman's adulthood, since it is the old thing of the city lord, there is no reason in ancient times not to return it."

Then he said to Gong Jiu, "Thank you for your cousin's kindness, but although Nanwang's mansion has nothing, it cannot be compared with Taiping's mansion, but the sword in Gu's waist is still worth using."

Ye Gucheng didn't touch the soft sword held by Xiao Tong, but only motioned him to put it on the table, and then said to Zhao Huaigu, "The sword moves of the son are pure, so it can be seen that he has put in a lot of effort. Among the kings and grandchildren, he is already very good."

Among the princes and grandchildren, it is already very good.The scope is limited to the princes and grandchildren. This dynasty is martial arts, and most of the princes and princes practice martial arts since childhood and are taught by famous teachers.Ye Gucheng's words were an affirmation of Zhao Huaigu.However, Ye Gucheng is based in the rivers and lakes. When he said this, he clearly drew a clear line with Zhao Huaigu.

Zhao Huaigu originally wanted to contact Ye Gucheng before the decisive battle. He didn't want Ye Gucheng to participate in his father and son's plan. He didn't want to watch the peerless swordsman perish on the top of the Forbidden City.However, he wanted to see Ye Gucheng.I want to ask him if he is willing to stand with me, and one day, he will step on the nine tripods and embrace the world.

This is Zhao Huaigu being impulsive.However, he didn't have to ask these words again.

Zhao Huaigu retreated and turned around.His eyes were icy cold.In the whole world, is it the land of the king, and the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers.By the time he ascends the throne, Baiyun City should also be in the king's land, right?The Lord of Baiyun City is also among the princes, right?

Well, just wait and see.

On August [-]th, the peak duel is coming soon.

The author has something to say: the decisive battle in the next chapter.Solve the small boss of Nan Wang and his son, and usher in the boss of Yu Daddy. l3l4