An isolated island in the South China Sea.
In Baiyun City far away in the sky, the lord of Baiyun City, who is highly respected by the people under his rule, has been in seclusion for many days.
In the secret room, a handsome and slender young man is looking down at his old buddy who has been with him all his life - Feihong.
"Feihong" was cast by overseas cold iron elites, who cut hairs and hairs, and cut iron like mud.
The big hand with well-defined bones held the hilt of the sword, and with a sword groan, the long sword came out of its sheath.
A pair of cold and ruthless eyes reflected on the cold blade of the sword.
The owner of these eyes looked around at the saber, his heroic brows were slightly furrowed, and a thoughtful look appeared on his beautiful and upright face.Whether it is the three-foot-three blade or the six-pound four-liang net weight, there is no change, except for the extra patterns on the hilt and scabbard for no reason.
Ye Gucheng didn't take it seriously at first, but when his finger touched the pattern on it, the words "Sword Feihong, Master Ye Gucheng" suddenly popped up in his mind.
He couldn't understand why he died under Ximen Chuuxue's sword, and why he became a ghost, always accompanying Ximen Chuuxue.After being a lonely ghost for decades, I thought that after the death of that man, I would be reincarnated with him, but I never thought that I would close my eyes and open them, and I would return to my life.
Regarding the matter of rebirth, Ye Gucheng was initially surprised for a moment, then calmed down.
After all, he has been a lonely ghost for decades, and his ability to accept new things is far inferior to ordinary people.
Pushing open the door of the secret room, Ye Gucheng walked out.
When the beautiful maid guarding the door heard the movement, she bowed her head and bowed her eyes, and called respectfully, "City Lord."
Ye Gucheng squinted and said casually, "Is the city safe recently?"
"Everything is normal." The maid said: "It's just that a young man named Ye Guhong was sent from the side branch, and I would like to ask you to help guide me."
Ye Gucheng was surprised, he did guide Ye Guhong in his previous life, but it was not so early, and the time had to be pushed back two or three years.
After bathing and changing clothes, and grooming himself from beginning to end, Ye Gucheng went to see this distant cousin.
The moment he stepped into the threshold, the white figure was reflected in his pupils, and Ye Gucheng was slightly stunned.
The young man with his back facing him straightened his back, was dressed in spotless white clothes, and his waist-length black hair was neatly tied behind his head.
He doesn't dress like a man.
——Ximen Chuuxue.
Ye Gucheng was in a slightly different mood.Ye Guhong's attire completely copied Ximen Chuuxue when he was a boy, which shows how much he admires this young sword god who has become famous for his great swordsmanship.
Ye Guhong is a well-deserved fan of Sword God, he can do anything for his idol, even at the expense of hurting himself, such as committing suicide.
This is exactly what Ye Gucheng heard from Lu Xiaofeng.
When Lu Xiaofeng finished solving the matter of the Ghost Villa, he made a special trip to Wanmei Villa to thank Ximen Chuuxue for his help, and then thought of the indissoluble fate between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng, so he stimulated Ye Guhong, a terrible Ximen fan, with his words. He was ashamed to tell him about committing suicide, but Ximen Chuuxue commented that he was "not as good as Ye Gucheng".
The extraordinarily tall Ye Gucheng, whose image is set off by his little cousin, has a complicated mood, always feeling that Ye Guhong is a bit pitiful.When the other party died, he didn't even get a good word from the idol. On the contrary, he, the cousin who voluntarily died under Ximen Chuuxue's sword after failing in the rebellion, was admired by the idol of his younger cousin and regarded as a lifelong opponent.
The young man was admiring a few calligraphy and paintings hanging in the living room. He seemed to sense someone coming in. He turned around vigilantly, revealing a face as black as Bao Gong.
Ye Gucheng: "..."
Staring at the black skin that was completely opposite to Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng fell silent.
As the name suggests, Ximen Snowblower is cold and pale.
Ye Guhong was as black as carbon.
Ximen Chuuxue's white clothes set off his aloofness and style.
Ye Guhong is like cinders on the snow...
The little cousin tried his best to be exactly the same in appearance, but unfortunately his face was dark.
For Ye Gucheng, the first thing Ye Guhong should do is not copycats, but whitening.
"Do you admire Ximen Chuuxue?"
"Yes!"
Ye Guhong's eyes were astonishingly bright, as if there were raging flames burning, and his slightly trembling body showed his excitement at the moment.
There are countless people in the world who worship Ximen Chuuxue, and Ye Guhong is the craziest one.
He almost obsessively imitated everything about Ximen Chuuxue.
Ximen Chuuxue is a god in the minds of countless teenagers. It is not surprising that Ye Guhong worships him. What is strange is that his cousin Ye Gucheng, who is equal to the sword god Ximen Chuuxue, does not worship him.
Ye Gucheng couldn't help muttering in his heart.Although it is not uncommon for the little cousin to worship, but he and Ximen Chuuxue are both aloof and arrogant people, and their personalities are not much different. Why does Ye Guhong worship Ximen Chuuxue?
If Ye Guhong knew what his cousin was thinking, he would definitely help him.
Ye Gucheng stands aloft, rejects people thousands of miles away, and is very difficult to get close to.
All in all, pretty cool.
Ye Guhong naturally admired his cousin, but if he had to choose one of the two, he would not hesitate to leave the male god position to Ximen Chuuxue.Although Gein Ximen Chuuxue is equally arrogant and cold, his behavior style is as cool as his person!
So high!
All teenagers who are still in the second year of middle school yearn for it.
school field.
Ye Gucheng stood facing the wind, scrutinizing his little cousin's sword play with a blank face.
Sure enough, in the two lives, the opponent's swordsmanship was flawed everywhere, as bad as ever.
Ye Gucheng narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, his face was cold and quite dissatisfied.
At such a young age, if you don't do business all day long, you know how to chase stars. No matter how good your superficial skills are, is it a shame that your swordsmanship is so bad?
Didn't Ye Guhong worship Ximen Chuuxue?
He wants the other party to recognize himself, and if he has time to chase stars, it is better to be himself.
Ye Gucheng has already planned to let the little cousin lose in one move, to hit his self-confidence a lot, to exercise his endurance, so as not to be as glass-hearted as in the previous life, and to commit suicide after a little stimulation.
Most of the members of the Ye family are obsessed with martial arts and are not close to women. Over the years, the number has been oscillating between decreasing and equal.
One dies and one less.He will let his little cousin work hard to live until he is 60 years old, and make more branches and leaves, which can be regarded as contributing to the family.
Ye Cousin Gucheng thought empathetically.
His slender fingers had already grasped the hilt of the sword, and it was Ye Guhong's great honor to let Ye Gucheng draw the sword.
Ye Gucheng was about to show off to his little cousin when suddenly his eyes blurred.
It was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, her well-maintained hands were tightly holding the handkerchief, her eyes were filled with intense concern, she could only hear her sobbing in a soft voice: "Hong'er, why don't you eat?" ?”
Looking at the baby son with a pointed chin, the beautiful woman clutched her chest distressedly, full of maternal love that made people cry.
The boy in white raised the egg in his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Aren't I eating it?"
The beautiful woman burst into tears, her eyes were red, "You are growing tall, how can you bear to eat only eggs for three meals a day."
The boy in white said: "I've heard that Ximen Chuuxue only eats eggs and drinks boiled water. This is enough to show that eggs and boiled water are good things. I am a person who is inspired to live side by side with the Sword God. I must live up to the Sword God when I eat, wear, and live. , how can you be careless?"
The beautiful woman's tears flowed more and more violently.
"Okay, don't worry, this is Ximen Chuuxue's recipe. I found it out with great difficulty. Others don't have to eat it if they want to eat like this." The boy in white who was annoyed by the beautiful woman's tears waved his hand and said: "I have something to say after I finish eating, please don't disturb my meal now."
The speechless beautiful woman: "..."
Ye Gucheng expressionless: "..."
Obviously, the little cousin didn't get all the news.
Ximen Chuixue only ate eggs and drank boiled water when he was walking outside.
One is picky, the other is that the food outside is not clean, and the third is that there is something wrong with the food.
However, whether he can become a sword god has nothing to do with eating eggs and drinking boiled water.
The picture melted away like a bubble, Ye Gucheng raised his eyes to look at the sword-wielding boy with such an indescribable expression.
He really wanted to pry open the opponent's brain and see what was growing inside.
wait!Why did he see Ye Guhong's past?
Before seeing this picture, he was drawing his sword, so...
Ye Gucheng stared at the saber with deep eyes, is it related to it?
Is it right, just try it out.
He held the hilt of the sword again, just as his fingertips touched the pattern on it, the scene changed again before his eyes.
One, two, three, four, five, six... teenagers, with identical hair combed, wearing identical white clothes, showing identical cold expressions, collectively imitated Ximen Chuuxue, and competed with each other for who was more like Ximen Chuuxue.
At first glance, they look like sextuplets.
Ye Gucheng: "..."
Suddenly, the sextuplets drew their swords and slashed at each other, or their feet were unstable or disorderly, and five people fell down quickly. Only the boy with the darkest complexion barely supported his body with his sword, trembling, trying to maintain his pride .
But seeing him pulling his lips, he sneered and said: "I won, from now on, only I can wear this suit!"
The other five said unwillingly: "I am willing to bet and admit defeat."
It was snowing heavily in the sky, the young man firmly held the sword, put it to his lips and blew lightly, snowflakes mixed with blood fell down one after another, the young man said flatly: "Blowing blood does not blow snow."
After finishing speaking, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell headlong into the snow.
Ye Gucheng: "..."
The City Lord, who has always been calm and composed, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling, and his whole body was not feeling well.
With a shake of hand, the screen disappeared again.
A heart sank gradually, Ye Gucheng had a bad premonition, in a trance, his fingers trembled, and he accidentally touched the pattern, and the image of Ye Guhong peed his pants at the age of three and cried out in embarrassment appeared in front of his eyes.
"..."
Ye Gucheng is very sure that as long as he touches these patterns, he will randomly see the past of the other party, whether he wants to or not.
The sun was shining, and the city lord who fell into silence felt a chill down his spine.
He frowned in thought, with a solemn expression, and prayed silently in his heart: I hope that after changing the hilt, all these messy things will disappear.
The next day, Ye Gucheng dressed neatly, habitually looked in the mirror, and was stunned by himself in the mirror!
Where's his mustache?
Ye Gucheng's complexion is very fair, most people in the Ye family are fair-skinned, Ye Guhong is a special case.
Ye Gucheng felt that being too white was not masculine enough, so he grew a beard when he was [-]. He never imagined that one day a supernatural event would happen to his body, the mustache disappeared overnight, and the area around his lips was smoother and more tender than a peeled egg!
Quietly looking at the beautiful and dignified young man in the mirror who seems to be ten years younger than yesterday...with a smooth chin, Ye Gucheng was speechless for a long time.
Who moved his beard?
Fingers rubbed the hilt of the sword habitually, and suddenly two rows of large characters appeared in front of him, twisted and twisted, as if expressing dissatisfaction.
[Ye Gucheng: 25 years old.Appearance: 95 points, picturesque.Growing a beard destroys the perfection. Conscientious advice: not a blade of grass grows! 】
Ye Gucheng: "..."
In Baiyun City far away in the sky, the lord of Baiyun City, who is highly respected by the people under his rule, has been in seclusion for many days.
In the secret room, a handsome and slender young man is looking down at his old buddy who has been with him all his life - Feihong.
"Feihong" was cast by overseas cold iron elites, who cut hairs and hairs, and cut iron like mud.
The big hand with well-defined bones held the hilt of the sword, and with a sword groan, the long sword came out of its sheath.
A pair of cold and ruthless eyes reflected on the cold blade of the sword.
The owner of these eyes looked around at the saber, his heroic brows were slightly furrowed, and a thoughtful look appeared on his beautiful and upright face.Whether it is the three-foot-three blade or the six-pound four-liang net weight, there is no change, except for the extra patterns on the hilt and scabbard for no reason.
Ye Gucheng didn't take it seriously at first, but when his finger touched the pattern on it, the words "Sword Feihong, Master Ye Gucheng" suddenly popped up in his mind.
He couldn't understand why he died under Ximen Chuuxue's sword, and why he became a ghost, always accompanying Ximen Chuuxue.After being a lonely ghost for decades, I thought that after the death of that man, I would be reincarnated with him, but I never thought that I would close my eyes and open them, and I would return to my life.
Regarding the matter of rebirth, Ye Gucheng was initially surprised for a moment, then calmed down.
After all, he has been a lonely ghost for decades, and his ability to accept new things is far inferior to ordinary people.
Pushing open the door of the secret room, Ye Gucheng walked out.
When the beautiful maid guarding the door heard the movement, she bowed her head and bowed her eyes, and called respectfully, "City Lord."
Ye Gucheng squinted and said casually, "Is the city safe recently?"
"Everything is normal." The maid said: "It's just that a young man named Ye Guhong was sent from the side branch, and I would like to ask you to help guide me."
Ye Gucheng was surprised, he did guide Ye Guhong in his previous life, but it was not so early, and the time had to be pushed back two or three years.
After bathing and changing clothes, and grooming himself from beginning to end, Ye Gucheng went to see this distant cousin.
The moment he stepped into the threshold, the white figure was reflected in his pupils, and Ye Gucheng was slightly stunned.
The young man with his back facing him straightened his back, was dressed in spotless white clothes, and his waist-length black hair was neatly tied behind his head.
He doesn't dress like a man.
——Ximen Chuuxue.
Ye Gucheng was in a slightly different mood.Ye Guhong's attire completely copied Ximen Chuuxue when he was a boy, which shows how much he admires this young sword god who has become famous for his great swordsmanship.
Ye Guhong is a well-deserved fan of Sword God, he can do anything for his idol, even at the expense of hurting himself, such as committing suicide.
This is exactly what Ye Gucheng heard from Lu Xiaofeng.
When Lu Xiaofeng finished solving the matter of the Ghost Villa, he made a special trip to Wanmei Villa to thank Ximen Chuuxue for his help, and then thought of the indissoluble fate between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng, so he stimulated Ye Guhong, a terrible Ximen fan, with his words. He was ashamed to tell him about committing suicide, but Ximen Chuuxue commented that he was "not as good as Ye Gucheng".
The extraordinarily tall Ye Gucheng, whose image is set off by his little cousin, has a complicated mood, always feeling that Ye Guhong is a bit pitiful.When the other party died, he didn't even get a good word from the idol. On the contrary, he, the cousin who voluntarily died under Ximen Chuuxue's sword after failing in the rebellion, was admired by the idol of his younger cousin and regarded as a lifelong opponent.
The young man was admiring a few calligraphy and paintings hanging in the living room. He seemed to sense someone coming in. He turned around vigilantly, revealing a face as black as Bao Gong.
Ye Gucheng: "..."
Staring at the black skin that was completely opposite to Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng fell silent.
As the name suggests, Ximen Snowblower is cold and pale.
Ye Guhong was as black as carbon.
Ximen Chuuxue's white clothes set off his aloofness and style.
Ye Guhong is like cinders on the snow...
The little cousin tried his best to be exactly the same in appearance, but unfortunately his face was dark.
For Ye Gucheng, the first thing Ye Guhong should do is not copycats, but whitening.
"Do you admire Ximen Chuuxue?"
"Yes!"
Ye Guhong's eyes were astonishingly bright, as if there were raging flames burning, and his slightly trembling body showed his excitement at the moment.
There are countless people in the world who worship Ximen Chuuxue, and Ye Guhong is the craziest one.
He almost obsessively imitated everything about Ximen Chuuxue.
Ximen Chuuxue is a god in the minds of countless teenagers. It is not surprising that Ye Guhong worships him. What is strange is that his cousin Ye Gucheng, who is equal to the sword god Ximen Chuuxue, does not worship him.
Ye Gucheng couldn't help muttering in his heart.Although it is not uncommon for the little cousin to worship, but he and Ximen Chuuxue are both aloof and arrogant people, and their personalities are not much different. Why does Ye Guhong worship Ximen Chuuxue?
If Ye Guhong knew what his cousin was thinking, he would definitely help him.
Ye Gucheng stands aloft, rejects people thousands of miles away, and is very difficult to get close to.
All in all, pretty cool.
Ye Guhong naturally admired his cousin, but if he had to choose one of the two, he would not hesitate to leave the male god position to Ximen Chuuxue.Although Gein Ximen Chuuxue is equally arrogant and cold, his behavior style is as cool as his person!
So high!
All teenagers who are still in the second year of middle school yearn for it.
school field.
Ye Gucheng stood facing the wind, scrutinizing his little cousin's sword play with a blank face.
Sure enough, in the two lives, the opponent's swordsmanship was flawed everywhere, as bad as ever.
Ye Gucheng narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, his face was cold and quite dissatisfied.
At such a young age, if you don't do business all day long, you know how to chase stars. No matter how good your superficial skills are, is it a shame that your swordsmanship is so bad?
Didn't Ye Guhong worship Ximen Chuuxue?
He wants the other party to recognize himself, and if he has time to chase stars, it is better to be himself.
Ye Gucheng has already planned to let the little cousin lose in one move, to hit his self-confidence a lot, to exercise his endurance, so as not to be as glass-hearted as in the previous life, and to commit suicide after a little stimulation.
Most of the members of the Ye family are obsessed with martial arts and are not close to women. Over the years, the number has been oscillating between decreasing and equal.
One dies and one less.He will let his little cousin work hard to live until he is 60 years old, and make more branches and leaves, which can be regarded as contributing to the family.
Ye Cousin Gucheng thought empathetically.
His slender fingers had already grasped the hilt of the sword, and it was Ye Guhong's great honor to let Ye Gucheng draw the sword.
Ye Gucheng was about to show off to his little cousin when suddenly his eyes blurred.
It was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, her well-maintained hands were tightly holding the handkerchief, her eyes were filled with intense concern, she could only hear her sobbing in a soft voice: "Hong'er, why don't you eat?" ?”
Looking at the baby son with a pointed chin, the beautiful woman clutched her chest distressedly, full of maternal love that made people cry.
The boy in white raised the egg in his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Aren't I eating it?"
The beautiful woman burst into tears, her eyes were red, "You are growing tall, how can you bear to eat only eggs for three meals a day."
The boy in white said: "I've heard that Ximen Chuuxue only eats eggs and drinks boiled water. This is enough to show that eggs and boiled water are good things. I am a person who is inspired to live side by side with the Sword God. I must live up to the Sword God when I eat, wear, and live. , how can you be careless?"
The beautiful woman's tears flowed more and more violently.
"Okay, don't worry, this is Ximen Chuuxue's recipe. I found it out with great difficulty. Others don't have to eat it if they want to eat like this." The boy in white who was annoyed by the beautiful woman's tears waved his hand and said: "I have something to say after I finish eating, please don't disturb my meal now."
The speechless beautiful woman: "..."
Ye Gucheng expressionless: "..."
Obviously, the little cousin didn't get all the news.
Ximen Chuixue only ate eggs and drank boiled water when he was walking outside.
One is picky, the other is that the food outside is not clean, and the third is that there is something wrong with the food.
However, whether he can become a sword god has nothing to do with eating eggs and drinking boiled water.
The picture melted away like a bubble, Ye Gucheng raised his eyes to look at the sword-wielding boy with such an indescribable expression.
He really wanted to pry open the opponent's brain and see what was growing inside.
wait!Why did he see Ye Guhong's past?
Before seeing this picture, he was drawing his sword, so...
Ye Gucheng stared at the saber with deep eyes, is it related to it?
Is it right, just try it out.
He held the hilt of the sword again, just as his fingertips touched the pattern on it, the scene changed again before his eyes.
One, two, three, four, five, six... teenagers, with identical hair combed, wearing identical white clothes, showing identical cold expressions, collectively imitated Ximen Chuuxue, and competed with each other for who was more like Ximen Chuuxue.
At first glance, they look like sextuplets.
Ye Gucheng: "..."
Suddenly, the sextuplets drew their swords and slashed at each other, or their feet were unstable or disorderly, and five people fell down quickly. Only the boy with the darkest complexion barely supported his body with his sword, trembling, trying to maintain his pride .
But seeing him pulling his lips, he sneered and said: "I won, from now on, only I can wear this suit!"
The other five said unwillingly: "I am willing to bet and admit defeat."
It was snowing heavily in the sky, the young man firmly held the sword, put it to his lips and blew lightly, snowflakes mixed with blood fell down one after another, the young man said flatly: "Blowing blood does not blow snow."
After finishing speaking, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell headlong into the snow.
Ye Gucheng: "..."
The City Lord, who has always been calm and composed, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling, and his whole body was not feeling well.
With a shake of hand, the screen disappeared again.
A heart sank gradually, Ye Gucheng had a bad premonition, in a trance, his fingers trembled, and he accidentally touched the pattern, and the image of Ye Guhong peed his pants at the age of three and cried out in embarrassment appeared in front of his eyes.
"..."
Ye Gucheng is very sure that as long as he touches these patterns, he will randomly see the past of the other party, whether he wants to or not.
The sun was shining, and the city lord who fell into silence felt a chill down his spine.
He frowned in thought, with a solemn expression, and prayed silently in his heart: I hope that after changing the hilt, all these messy things will disappear.
The next day, Ye Gucheng dressed neatly, habitually looked in the mirror, and was stunned by himself in the mirror!
Where's his mustache?
Ye Gucheng's complexion is very fair, most people in the Ye family are fair-skinned, Ye Guhong is a special case.
Ye Gucheng felt that being too white was not masculine enough, so he grew a beard when he was [-]. He never imagined that one day a supernatural event would happen to his body, the mustache disappeared overnight, and the area around his lips was smoother and more tender than a peeled egg!
Quietly looking at the beautiful and dignified young man in the mirror who seems to be ten years younger than yesterday...with a smooth chin, Ye Gucheng was speechless for a long time.
Who moved his beard?
Fingers rubbed the hilt of the sword habitually, and suddenly two rows of large characters appeared in front of him, twisted and twisted, as if expressing dissatisfaction.
[Ye Gucheng: 25 years old.Appearance: 95 points, picturesque.Growing a beard destroys the perfection. Conscientious advice: not a blade of grass grows! 】
Ye Gucheng: "..."
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