Swipe the Sword to Fight the Clouds [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

There are lonely cities overseas.The name is Baiyun City.

It was already dawn, but there was no light in the house.A young man was kneeling upright in front of the case, with a Supa in his hand, and was carefully wiping the long sword in his hand.

The sword was extremely sharp, and it was not stained with blood at the moment, but it shone with a cold light for no reason.The boy hadn't reached the crown yet, and his long hair was gathered into a bunch by a headband and hung behind him.His brows were lowered, covering the dark light in his eyes.

Palms are warm and dry.The palm is clean and white, with slender finger bones.The boy put down the veil that was wiping the long sword, looked down and looked at his palm repeatedly.

In my memory, my palm should be one knuckle longer than it is now.At that time, he should have been an adult man over thirty years old, and he should have died infamously on the top of the Forbidden City on the fifteenth night.But when he opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to the Baiyun City he was familiar with, and he had become twelve or thirteen years old in a trance.

Ye Gucheng.

His name once represented the admiration of thousands of people, and since he left, it should also be a mess.However, he finally fulfilled his promise to his parents and guarded the city with his life, even though he died without regret.

Ye Gucheng felt that everything was over now, even on Huangquan Road, he didn't have to look back.But when I didn't want to open my eyes again, I suddenly returned to 20 years ago.Every plant and tree in the city is still there, but time has suddenly gone back.

Sitting all night cleared up his chaotic thoughts, Ye Gucheng got up and drew his sword, a sword flower was drawn in the air, and finally the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Everything is as usual, he can still hold the three-foot green sharp blade in his hand, and his sword skills are no different from when he was twelve or thirteen years old in the old year-neither progress nor regression.It is precisely because of this that the current situation is not good for Ye Gucheng, but it is not too bad.

"City Master, are you awake?"

There was a knock on the door.Ye Gucheng put his sword back into its sheath and pushed the door open.Standing outside the door was the old housekeeper who watched over him as he grew up.When he was determined to duel with Ximen Chuuxue, this amiable and lovely old man once hugged his leg like a child and wept bitterly.

It's a pity that the tears of the people in Baiyun City did not stop Ye Gucheng from moving forward.He knew what kind of fate he was heading towards, but it had to be like this—Ye Gucheng had to die, and he had to die to ruin his reputation and be cast aside by others.Because only in this way can the emperor's suspicion be removed, and Baiyun City can be exchanged for a night of peace.

Lowering his eyes, Ye Gucheng didn't want to think about the past life anymore.He nodded to the old housekeeper and said, "Uncle Zhong, I'll go practice sword first."

The voice that came out was still a little immature, making Ye Gucheng frown slightly.He was used to his low-mellow male voice in his previous life, but now he suddenly returned to the boy Yichen, and this was the only thing that made him feel uncomfortable.

The old man whom he called "Uncle Loyal" laughed, pointed out the window, and said to Ye Gucheng, "Don't worry, city lord, our South China Sea is extremely hot all year round, but just look at it today, there are faintly flakes of snow floating outside. "

If Ye Gucheng remembers correctly, it is the twelfth lunar month.It was mid-winter, and snowfall is common in other places, but the four seasons in the South China Sea are not very clear all year round, so there is very little snowfall.Looking around now, although the sun is still clear, there are indeed fine snowflakes falling in the sky, and when the sun shines, it refracts a few strands of brilliance.

After all, it’s not really a boy’s heart, Ye Gucheng looked up for a while, reached out to catch a few snowflakes, and felt a little cold in the palm of his hand.Not long after, he withdrew his hand and said to Uncle Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, I'm off to practice swords."

Uncle Zhong responded, but he sighed in his heart.Since the old city lord died of illness a year ago, and the city lord's wife also went with him, in the huge Baiyun City, only the young lord who was only in his teens was left struggling to support him.Fortunately, after this year, Baiyun City not only did not decline, on the contrary, it seemed to be slightly better than before.

——It’s really embarrassing for this child.

The loyal old butler wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and followed Ye Gucheng step by step.

There are two places where Ye Gucheng practiced his sword, one is a large bamboo forest in the city lord's mansion, and the other is a corner of the South China Sea.The rustling of the bamboo grove, the roaring waves, Ye Gucheng's every move is the result of several years of penance in these two places.

Coming back from rebirth, Ye Gucheng was at a time when his heart was depressed, so he wanted to fight against the waves, appreciate the vastness of the sea and sky, and temper his muscles and bones, laying the foundation for further advancement in the way of swordsmanship in the future.Now doing it again, Ye Gucheng is naturally more measured in the way of the sword.He doesn't rush forward, he just wants to walk steadily step by step.

As far as becoming famous in the world, he is actually not too anxious.In the previous life, Ye Gucheng had aroused the suspicion of the little emperor because of his great reputation, so naturally Ye Gucheng would not make such a mistake again in this life.It's just that Ye Gucheng still needs to think quietly about where he and this city should go.

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, but Ye Gucheng's footsteps were not chaotic at all. He followed his breath and went straight to the beach where he usually practiced.

Uncle Zhong followed Ye Gucheng, and was surprised to find that his city lord was... practicing internal strength?

In the early years, Uncle Zhong was well-known in the Jianghu, and his martial arts skills were also well hidden.He walked beside Ye Gucheng, so he could naturally detect the change in his breath.It should be known that the practice of inner strength is easier to know than it is to practice. At the age of my young master, even if he is a genius, he needs to be calm when practicing inner strength, so as not to lose his breath.Even if this kind of practice method of integrating the practice of internal force into the breathing and exhalation is only dared to use by those who have achieved great martial arts.

Knowing that his city lord is eager to support Baiyun City, Uncle Zhong is still afraid that he will hurt himself, so after thinking about it, he couldn't help persuading him: "It's not yet the time for the city lord to practice internal strength, isn't it all after noon in the past? Is it?"

Ye Gucheng stopped slightly, realizing what Uncle Zhong was saying.He has long been used to this way of breathing, but he forgot that this is not the past life, and instead made the old people around him worry.

It's just that Ye Gucheng is not used to explaining anything, he nodded to Uncle Zhong and said, "It's nothing."

His own city lord was originally a quiet temperament, but after the old city lord left, he became more and more calm.Knowing that he has his own plans, Uncle Zhong can't persuade him anymore.Seeing the snowflakes drifting thicker and denser in the sky, Uncle Zhong propped up the paper umbrella at hand and walked beside Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng followed his memory and walked to the beach where he used to practice sword.Since he was going into the sea, Ye Gucheng naturally had to take off his clothes.It was only today that his hand was on the belt, and he hadn't untied it when he heard a faint cry.

Ye Gucheng paused his hand and glanced at Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong also noticed something was wrong, and handed the umbrella to Ye Gucheng. He said, "Old slave, go and have a look", and then ran towards the direction where the voice came from.

Ye Gucheng frowned, and followed suit in the direction where Uncle Zhong ran.He heard it clearly just now, such a weak cry, it should be a baby.And in his Baiyun City, how could anyone abandon a baby for nothing?

Baiyun City is different from other places.The Ye family is the legacy of the previous dynasty, and those who came here with the ancestors of the Ye family are all loyal followers.They worked hard together to build this city, and relying on the terrain, the current emperor cannot destroy this city.Probably because of this, Baiyun City has become an existence similar to a paradise. The atmosphere in the city is simple and the people are rich.

Don't talk about abandoning a baby, it means that if someone really can't afford to raise a child, neighbors can help each other, and at worst they can be sent to the city lord's mansion, where they will be raised together until they are 14 years old, and then they will be paid according to their work. .How could anyone be willing to throw their child into such a sandy beach lined with reefs, leaving the child to fend for itself?

Uncle Zhong quickly found where the voice was.Behind a leeward reef, a child wrapped in a woman's dress was carelessly crying.Xu Shi was choked by Xue, and the child was hiccupping while crying, his voice was so weak that it might be cut off at any time.

After being stunned for a moment, Uncle Zhong hurried forward and picked up the child.Ye Gucheng watched behind him, and could only see the child's little face that was flushed red from the cold.

Probably it was cold on the ground, and the dress wrapped around her was thin, so the child kept crying.When Uncle Zhong picked her up, she obediently stopped crying, stared at Uncle Zhong with big grape-like eyes, and blinked twice.

This is a baby about two or three months old, the red skin on his body has faded, it is when Yuxue is cute.Uncle Zhong looked carefully at the eyebrows and eyes of the baby in his arms, and a trace of familiarity flashed across his mind.He hesitated to speak, and finally just carried the child towards Ye Gucheng.

When Uncle Zhong was holding Ye Gucheng in his arms, the child suddenly stretched out a small hand from between the loose clothes, and said "ah, ah" twice, the soft little hand actually hooked Ye Gucheng long hair.

Martial arts masters do not allow others to get close easily, Ye Gucheng subconsciously shook his backhand, and then held a soft white and slippery hand.He suddenly woke up and controlled his own strength, but he just grasped that small boneless hand in vain, but he didn't exert any force.

On that small wrist, there is a touch of lavender imprint, like a leaf under a flower, and vaguely like a flying bird.Ye Gucheng rubbed the imprint, only the baby's delicate skin was a little red, but the imprint still did not fade at all.

The child probably thought that he was playing with him, but he stretched out his hand to rub against Ye Gucheng's palm, and then giggled.

"Hey, maybe this is..., this child is naturally close to the city lord." Uncle Zhong couldn't help sighing when he saw the slightly changed expression of his own city lord.

His voice was very small, but it was still heard by Ye Gucheng.Ye Gucheng's fingers trembled, his eyes became serious, and he asked Uncle Zhong: "What's going on?"

Uncle Zhong wrapped the child properly, hesitated for a moment, and then replied to Ye Gucheng: "This matter is a long story, but let the old slave confirm it, and then explain it to the city lord in detail."

The snow was getting thicker and thicker, Ye Gucheng stretched out his hand to touch the child's face, but it was cold.He pursed his lips, and for the first time in two lives, he did not practice swords early in the morning. Instead, he turned his footsteps and followed Uncle Zhong to the direction he had come, heading towards the White Cloud City Lord's Mansion.

The author has something to say: The scumbag author has devoted himself to reviving the city lord and raising children for 100 years.

Well, the cp in this article is the city lord x Hualuo, don't guess Hualuo's life experience series 23333333

The development of the gods and the dog's blood fly together, and the brain holes and the big pits are the same color.That's right, Uncle has attacked the city lord again! ! !

Roll around like a baby, beg for collection, beg for collection, beg for support, beg to spread flowers, beg to play with me~

☆, whether the mountain scenery is there or not.