There was a burning sensation on Xu Zhuchen's wrist. It was Xiao Mei's temperature, which she was all too familiar with. She took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "I don't know how you learned about me and Ah Zi. I only know that you are not her. Ah Zi has no inner strength. Even if she had, she would not be like this. There is a turmoil in the ocean of my consciousness.”
Xiao Mei chuckled: "Zhu Chen, you clearly know that I am."
She slowly inserted her fingers into the space between Xu Zhuchen's fingers. It was as warm as fire and as cold as ice. The two of them intertwined their fingers. Xiao Mei's eyes were fixed on Xu Zhuchen's: "Do you still remember, this is what you taught me. , you said that the Meichuan people should hold hands tightly like this when practicing double swordsmanship, so that they can cooperate tacitly. You also told me that if the minds are not connected, it will be useless no matter how tight the hands are. "
Xiao Mei took Xu Zhuchen's hand, and there was an extra sword in his hand. It looked like a sword, but it was completely black. Xu Zhuchen held Zhanlu in his hand and jumped forward a few steps following Xiao Mei's steps, his palms feeling hot. She subconsciously lowered her body and handed over the sword. Xiao Mei used her momentum to jump up, spin around, unsheath the long sword in his hand, and wave it naturally in the air. A sword energy flew out - it was Xu Zhuchen's Guanghan Sword Technique No. 1 A "snowy feeling".
Xu Zhuchen retreated back again, Xiao Mei followed her steps, stabbed out a sword from the gap on her shoulder, and cut it neatly to one side, which was the second "Snow Qi" style.
Each move is like a memory engraved in the bones, and like that afternoon beside the reeds. The star in Xiao Mei's hand flashes red, like a twinkling star. Xu Zhuchen was almost dancing with her, swinging and leaping, rising and falling. On the vast flat ice, under the criss-crossing starry sky, and in the boundless white snow, the two people's sword moves rose and fell one after another. Snow crystals flickered, fire rain swayed, and two sets of "Guanghan Sword Techniques" were born in her sea of consciousness, and they seemed to have existed in her memory for a long time.
Xu Zhuchen almost forgot that this was a two-person swordsmanship.
The last move was the "Xue Su" closing move, where fire and snow mixed together and fell into Xiao Mei's eyes and onto Xu Zhuchen's shoulders. Their hands were tightly clasped together, and the two swords were still trembling slightly.
"What is this?" Xu Zhuchen felt her teeth chattering, and the joy almost went to her head, making her bones tremble with excitement.
Xiao Mei stared at the snowflakes falling on Xu Zhuchen's fingertips, tilted his head to look at her, and smiled with his bright eyes: "This is Guanghan swordsmanship, 'Snow Style' and 'Fire Style', half for you and half for me."
Xu Zhuchen repeated: "Snow style and fire style." She looked at Xiao Mei and repeated, "Snow and fire, mine and your style."
Xiao Mei nodded and was about to step forward to hug Xu Zhuchen, but he didn't expect that Xu Zhuchen turned the hilt of the sword in his hand, and suddenly Shuoxue in the air was gathered by her sword energy, like a pillar of snow. In an instant, her sword blade reversed and stabbed straight into the heart of "Xiao Mei" in front of her.
"I almost got deceived by you." Xu Zhuchen narrowed his blood-red eyes slightly and showed a gentle smile, "Thank you, I remembered everything you said."
"You probably know our past very well, so you want to make me suspicious of Ah Zhu and drive a wedge between us. But you have forgotten that Ah Zhu and I are not people who stand still. On the way here, I already knew, She is my azadirachta.”
"In the reed marsh, you don't understand what Ah's changed moves mean, right?"
Xu Zhuchen drew out his sword and let go of his hand. The sword blade flew in his hand, and the tyrannical sword energy almost turned the world of Consciousness Sea upside down. Xiao Mei, whose phantom was condensed, couldn't help but take a step back. One step later, Xu Zhuchen's sword move had condensed into blade-like snow flakes. Seeing that she was about to use the "Snow Su" move, Xiao Mei raised his sword to block it.
But Xu Zhuchen's sword turned, and sharp snow flakes fell from the sky. Her sword energy gradually changed, which was the change Xiao Mei made beside the reed marsh. The coldness in the air was no longer fierce, but a blazing wind passed through it. Wherever the strong wind passed, a raging fire ignited on the snow!
"Azadirachta and I are originally incompatible with snow and fire. But we both know that we are inseparable and will eventually merge into one body. This is the real closing form of 'Guanghan Sword Technique', the tenth form - —Xue Yan.”
Seeing that Xu Zhuchen's offensive was unavoidable, the phantom simply revealed its dark true face. She let out a short burst of laughter and said: "Well, Xu Zhuchen, you are indeed a martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a century. However, I have delayed enough time, and it doesn't matter if I lose this city or one pool to you."
As she spoke, she struck the sword blade in her hand, and the ice beneath her feet broke with a "click". Seeing her fall down the ice, she transformed into Xiao Mei's face, desperately grabbing the edge of the ice, calling for help: "Zhu Chen, save me! Zhu Chen!"
Xu Zhuchen looked at the drama she directed and acted, and suddenly laughed out loud:
"I suddenly remembered that before I fell into Lichuan, I also asked A'Zhang for help. Do you know what she did?"
She half-knelt on the ground, grabbed "Xiao Mei's" hand with one hand, gently placed her forehead on her knuckles, and said softly: "Goodbye."
A ray of white light shone in from the boundary of the broken sea of consciousness. Xu Zhuchen blinked slightly, and his body felt a dangerous aura keenly.
She subconsciously maneuvered her body to roll to the side, and her head hit something hard. The pain made her turn over involuntarily, wanting to open her eyes to see what was in front of her, but the next moment, a ladle of hot water poured down her pocket with a "splat", completely knocking Xu Zhuchen's head out.
Xu Zhuchen wiped the water marks on his face and opened his eyes completely.
It can be described as a mess in front of us: sheets and quilts scattered on the floor, towels and robes soaked with water; a water basin buckled on the ground, fruits rolling to the ground, half-burned incense sticks that have been extinguished, a swaying flower stand; water in hand Gu Wenxu's face was full of gloating, and the little girl's sleeves were soaked and her face was full of fear. Thinking of her hazy actions, it was not difficult to deduce what happened. But because she was Xu Zhuchen, the incident of "knocking over the basin" seemed particularly destructive.
"Senior, I'm so sorry..." Xu Zhuchen stood up holding on to the bedpost, took the face towel handed over by the little girl and wiped his face. His white hair was as messy as a chicken coop, but he still asked, "Where is Azadirachta now? "
Gu Wenxu was really amused by her clumsiness. She put down the water ladle and signaled the little girls to clean up the house. She dug out a pair of shoes and threw them to Xu Zhuchen. She dried Xu Zhuchen's clothes and asked Xu Zhuchen to enter the secret passage with her.
The wind was heard all the time in the secret passage, the steps were steep, and the temperature dropped all the way, but Gu Wenxu didn't care. Xu Zhuchen walked with her to the end of the secret passage, neither of them said anything. When Gu Wenxu opened the door, countless snow flakes poured into the secret passage - the two of them arrived at the Qixia Pavilion on the top of Frost King Peak.
There is a pavilion in the backyard of Qixia Pavilion. In the pavilion, two people are playing chess. One of them is Xiao Mei, who is standing with his hands behind his back. He is wearing a red cloak. As Xu Zhuchen got closer, he saw clearly that the two people playing chess were Lu Ruxue in black and the owner in white.
