[Lu Xiaofeng Sword III] The Emei faction is playing a big game of chess

In the winter of Saibei, it snows all the year round, and the heavy snow dyes the sky and the earth into white.The white plum blossoms in the backyard are just blooming, and the wind is filled with a faint fragrance.The maid in white in the villa hurried past through the corridor in front of the yard, her footsteps were so light that there was almost no sound.The whole Wanmei Villa was so quiet that it seemed to be out of the world.

In the study room of the main courtyard, a man in white sat in front of the table, staring at the letter on the table.There is a light crimson print on the edge of the plain white paper, with a faint fragrance floating.On the paper is a line of beautiful hairpin Xiaozhuan, but if you look closely, there seems to be a sharp sword energy cutting through the paper and rushing towards your face while the pen is in motion.

The whole letter is so concise that there are only two words, "Come quickly."

The seventh day of November.

Tiny snow seeds floated on Mount Emei, and the cold wind blew on the face like a knife. The Emei disciples standing at the foot of Mount Emei did not dare to slack off. His whole body shivered, and then he quickly went up to meet him.

"Lord Ximen."

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes swept over him lightly, and the white-clothed Emei disciple immediately lowered his head, "The master asked me to wait here to meet her, she has been waiting on the mountain for a long time."

The man in white looked calm and unwavering, as if he didn't care that the head of Emei didn't personally greet him. He just glanced at the tall boulder at the foot of the mountain engraved with the word "Jie" dancing in dragons and phoenixes, and walked up the mountain go.

Behind him, the white-clothed Emei disciple breathed a sigh of relief, his clenched fists under the cuffs slowly loosened, and his shirt was already wet with sweat.As expected of the world-renowned sword god Ximen Chuuxue, the glance he gave just now did not contain killing intent, but the huge oppression in it made him almost unable to stand.He had only seen this kind of natural coercion from two people.One is the current head of their Emei, and the other is the former head who has lived in seclusion for a long time after stepping down as the head, and the current elder, Dugu Yihe.It's just that because he is Emei's disciple, the latter two are restrained in front of him.It wasn't until he had just faced Ximen Chuuxue's undisguised coercion that he realized that the gap between himself and these real top martial arts masters was a natural barrier.

Clenching his fists tightly, the white-clothed Emei disciple quickly lifted his spirits and followed five steps away from the white-clothed Shengxue figure, walking towards the mountain.In the entire Jianghu, martial arts can reach the level of Ximen Chuuxue and their masters, and there are no more than ten fingers.The gap in the middle cannot be made up by hard work and hard work.Talent and aptitude will always be a natural moat that martial arts practitioners cannot overcome.There are many talented people in the rivers and lakes, and there are as many martial arts geniuses as the carp in the river. However, even hundreds of years ago, there are only a few people who can reach their height.The generation they are in charge of has been regarded as a generation of heroes throughout the hundreds of years of martial arts history, and the situation has gathered together.

He thinks he doesn't have the talent to be the head of the sect, but his martial arts and swordsmanship are top-notch among the younger generation in Jianghu, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent by the head to stand at the door to welcome Ximen Sword God.As long as he practiced swordsmanship diligently, even if he could not reach the height of the master in the future, he would not be underestimated.Thinking of this, Emei disciple quickened his pace a little.

However, when he saw the slender figure in front of him with a straight back and a sense of oppression from his back, the Emei disciple in white couldn't help being a little startled.Then, there was a wry smile that couldn't be suppressed from the corner of his lips.

Their master, sometimes, is really messy...

With Ximen Chuuxue's current detached status in the arena, any sect in the arena, after hearing that he is coming, even if he is not panicked, he will inevitably put on a gesture of welcoming the head of the family.But when he was put here by their head, he just threw an ordinary disciple at the door and it was over!He's not even the direct disciple of the head of the sect!Although there are also reasons why the head of the sect has no direct disciples...

In fact, Ye Zhiran, the current head of Emei, has always had a good reputation in the world.Among the heads of the six martial arts sects, she is the youngest, but her martial arts are the highest.Ranked among the top four martial arts swordsmen at the age of less than thirty, his talent is so high that it can be seen.Back then in the Diancang Sword Sect, when she pushed back her predecessor Diancang master with one move, people with discerning eyes could already see that in a few years, except for Ye Guhong, the master of Wudang, everyone else would be under her command. You can't go more than twenty strokes.

However, even so, she couldn't see any of the bad habits of a wunderkind genius, such as being arrogant and arrogant.Even the former head of Diancang, who was defeated by her sword back then, just left behind a sigh of "you are awesome".But it is such a gentle, kind and polite head of Emei who never pretends to speak when he treats the two of them.Aside from setting up a Jiejian Rock under Mount Emei just for them, even if you really need someone to come here for something important this time, you will never stand at the door to greet them!According to Ye Zhiran's original intention, come in by yourself when you come, and welcome a woolen wool!In the end, under the persuasion of the big brother Zhang Yingfeng, he reluctantly threw a second-generation disciple at the door to make a show.

However, the two people she didn't want to see were characters that the entire martial arts world would be afraid of.Thinking of this, Emei disciples felt a little ashamed.To be able to call Ximen Chuuxue here with a letter, but with such a negligent attitude, they must be the only head of the whole world.But those who knew about the past, even if they knew her attitude, could only sigh helplessly, but couldn't tell if it was her or not.Even Ximen Chuuxue himself didn't care about it.

The two peerless swordsmen who can frighten the entire Jianghu are nothing in the eyes of their sect master... The Emei disciple in white sometimes feels that his sect master and her senior sisters are really powerful, in various senses.

The place where Ye Zhiran waited for Ximen Chuixue was not the Xuanzhen Temple Hall in Emei, but a small martial arts arena in the back mountain of Emei.

A woman in a long pink dress stood in the white snow, beside an ancient tree with dark branches stretching lonely into the sky.The snow particles seemed to have grown a bit bigger, fluttering down with the wind, and were bounced off by Wuxing's aura when they approached her.It can be seen that she has been standing under the tree for a long time, but there is no trace of snow on her body.The waist-length hair was swept up by the wind, and then fell slowly, and the gorgeous tassels on the two swords around the waist collided in the wind, making an ethereal layin.Sensing someone coming from behind, she didn't turn her head back, and just said lightly, "You're here."

Ximen Chuuxue came to her side and stopped, but also did not speak, and followed her gaze to the martial arts arena.

On the snow-cleared ground, a young man in white was practicing his sword.The little boy looked only six or seven years old, and it was a bit reluctant to call him a teenager.The long sword in his hand was not sharpened, and it was not difficult to see the reason why his elders gave him an unsharpened sword for practice from the intermittent and occasional movements of hitting himself.

"See what?"

Ye Zhiran still focused on the young man practicing sword in the middle of the field with soft eyes.The movement of the boy in white was stumbling and not smooth, and he would stop to think about it from time to time.From his movements, only the starting moves and the occasional few familiar moves can barely make people recognize that he is practicing a set of Emei School's elementary swordsmanship.However, even an Emei disciple who was completely unfamiliar with martial arts before and just started practicing swordsmanship for the first time would not be able to practice a set of simple entry-level swordsmanship like him.Faced with such a horrible swordsmanship, Ye Zhiran, the boy's acting master, did not show any disappointment, on the contrary, the joy in her eyes almost overflowed.

After watching from the sidelines for a while, Ximen Chuuxue's eyes flashed with surprise and surprise.

"He has liked swordsmanship since he was a child, but after watching him practice swords, his senior brothers and sisters all said that he is not suitable for swordsmanship, but I don't think so." Ye Zhiran's slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and a few strands of long hair brushed by her ears On the side of the face, the light pink skirt fluttered violently in the wind.Ximen Chuuxue beside her was dressed in white, standing in the snow seemed to be cleaner and colder than snow.

"I once heard that a senior was like this since he was a child. He couldn't practice a set of sword skills intermittently. At that time, the elders in his family thought that he had no talent for sword learning, and they were very sorry. However, they discovered later that he was not He doesn't have the talent to practice swords. He is too talented, and his immature body can't keep up with the fast running of his mind. Often when he hands out a sword, he has already thought of a way to break the move, so no matter what sword technique comes into his hands, he seems to be stumbling , very strange."

"When I heard this rumor at the beginning, I still didn't believe that someone's talent in swordsmanship would be so high. It wasn't until I saw him that I realized that some people's understanding of swordsmanship is really a gift from heaven. "

A very shallow smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and Ye Zhiran finally turned her head slightly, looking at the man beside her. "Ximen Chuuxue, your son is a genius at swordsmanship! Maybe even more genius than you!"

Just now, a softness flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed man who had been quietly watching the youth in the field, and he slowly opened his lips and said, "It should be so."

Ye Zhiran raised her eyebrows, and said directly, "I want to teach him how to use the sword myself."

Ximen Chuuxue turned to look at her.

Ye Zhiran rolled his eyes at Lord Sword God, "Don't worry, I won't teach him sword dance!"

Ximen Chuuxue continued to look at her.

"You see, I'm useless. My son has been raised for you. Don't you want me to teach him? Let's go. I'll show you the swordplay that I'm going to give him. By the way, let's study how to do it. teach."

What Ye Zhiran wanted to hand over to Ximen Chuuxue's son Ye Wenshui was naturally the sword technique of Hidden Sword Villa.

Qixiufang and Tibetan Sword Villa live together in the West Lake, so the relationship between the two sects is not bad.She often visits the house a lot, and even if she doesn't have the sword manual given by the system, she can use all the sword skills of Hidden Sword Villa without missing a move.It's just that it's one thing to know the sword moves, but it's another thing to be able to comprehend the sword intent.Ye Zhiran is very self-aware. Although she has reached a height that no one else can reach in a lifetime at the age of thirty, in fact, she has made such rapid progress, a large part of which is due to this fact that she was born for Qixiu martial arts. the blessing of the body.If you really want to talk about the talent and understanding of swordsmanship, she is definitely not as good as Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, two evildoers who even realized swordsmanship by themselves.

There is nothing wrong with asking her to teach Qixiu's swordsmanship, but asking her to teach a hidden sword, Ye Zhiran had no choice but to drag Ximen Chuuxue into the water.Anyway, Ye Wenshui was his son, even if Xiao Baozi took her surname, it would still be his son!Who does he not teach? !

However, Ye Zhiran also understood in her heart.In this era when there is no real Tibetan sword to personally guide, Ye Wenshui can really understand the essence of Tibetan sword swordsmanship and rebuild the Tibetan sword villa.Mostly... he can only rely on himself.Fortunately, with the talent and understanding of swordsmanship that he has shown now, it shouldn't be a big problem to do this.

After discussing Ye Wenshui's question, Ye Zhiran and Ximen Chuuxue were relatively speechless and had nothing to say.

Just when Master Ye was about to bluntly say, "You can go." Ximen Chuuxue looked at the two swords at her waist and said thoughtfully, "How far is your swordsmanship now? gone?"

Ye Zhiran was slightly taken aback, "I don't know... In recent years, I have seldom fought with people. Even if I do, most of them are sword competitions with Master. You also know that there are not many people on Mount Emei who can compete with me ..." In fact, it's not just Mount Emei, there are fewer and fewer people in the Jianghu who can let her take action personally. In a few years, will there be no one in the world except Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng and her master The person who made her draw the sword...

Until now, Ye Zhiran felt a sense of loneliness that her opponent had nowhere to look.And slowly began to understand the sympathy between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue.What a blessing it is to have someone who can be an opponent in this world.

Thinking of that person, she felt a slight pain in her heart, and then slowly calmed down.It's just like throwing a stone in the middle of the calm heart lake, the stone sank, leaving circles of ripples slowly swaying on the lake as flat as a mirror.The dull pain was not severe, but it made the heart shrink into a ball.

Ye Zhiran wanted to smile wryly.After so many years, she still couldn't remain indifferent to this name.She closed her eyes and began to try to divert her attention. When she looked up, she saw the fierce fighting spirit in the eyes of the man beside her.She smiled knowingly, and said, "Why don't we have a try?"

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up.

Ye Zhiran blinked her eyes, then raised her head to look at the sky, "It's getting late today, the owner of Ximen has come all the way, and he must be tired after all. How about resting on Mount Emei for a night, how about we fight again tomorrow?"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded slightly, then turned around as if about to leave.However, just before moving, his movements paused.Ye Zhiran was slightly taken aback, and was about to ask, when she heard a man's plain voice from beside her, "How is she?"

Almost instantly, the smile on the face of the head of Emei faded, and the eyes slowly turned cold, "Playing the piano, practicing swords, taking care of the children... have a good time."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded and stopped talking.

Seeing the slender figure walking away, Ye Zhiran's slender eyelashes trembled, and a trace of bewilderment flashed in her eyes.Ximen Chuuxue would ask about Third Senior Sister, which in itself was something she had never expected.Thinking of the softness in his eyes when he saw Wenshui just now, it is enough to prove that even though Ximen Chuuxue has become the sword god, he still has feelings.

Then, what is his attitude towards Third Senior Sister?Does he still like her?Then, why did he let her go...

If he is like this, then what about Ye Gucheng... What does he think...

The author has something to say: Well, the next day’s update that was agreed was delayed by one day. The hard-working author was disconnected from the Internet yesterday, and even today’s update was uploaded using the phone’s wifi.It is estimated that such a day will last for another week. Dear friends who are waiting for the article, please light a stick of incense tat for the hard-working author

The background of this episode is set after the decisive battle of the Forbidden City, Ye Gucheng experienced the situation of life and death, and understood the true meaning of the way of swordsmanship, so he abandoned his love and followed the sword.To put it simply, I took the road of Ximen Chuuxue, which is a be branch...I won't say that I came here for more episodes because of Calvin!

In addition, many relatives in the article expressed that they want Brother Du and the bastard bamboo horse to cross over. For this... the Xiaobai author who has never been hooked up by Brother Du and Jun Ye expressed displeasure!I don't even want Brother Poison and Jun Ye to see it, so I resolutely don't show it to you!As an interlude, I saw a video of Cangjian and Xiuxiu in the Jiansan post bar, and I was instantly paralyzed by the second young handsome in it!The second young master with white hair and silver eyes and broken military uniform is really stunning!Er Shao begs to be bound ~ Hey Sakura... [Here is _ the nympho halo full of all kinds of stupid little Bai Xiuluo...