Wanmei Villa.
The water in the basin is still warm, with the fragrance of jasmine.
Ximen Chuixue had just taken a shower and washed his hair. He had washed every part of his body thoroughly.
My nails have been repaired, and my clothes are brand new. From my underwear to my socks, they are all white, as white as snow.
He had fasted for one day.
Today, he was going to do something sacred.
Before doing this, someone suddenly visited the villa and said he was his friend.
Ximen Chuixue has dedicated his entire being to the sword, staying away from mundane things and severing love and sex. He only has two or three friends at most.
But the people who came were always his friends.
Lu Xiaofeng was reclining on a soft chair. The wine in the glass was light green, and the clothes on his body were light and soft.
Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "What are you doing here?"
Lu Xiaofeng said: "Have you ever been really troubled in your life?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "No."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "So you have never asked for help?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "Never."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "So when someone comes to beg you, you refuse to agree."
Ximen Chuixue said: "There is no need for others to ask me for what I want to do, otherwise it will be the same no matter who comes."
Lu Xiaofeng sat up with a stern expression: "But now I want to ask you something. If you don't agree, I will burn your villa."
Ximen Chuixue smiled.
He rarely smiled, so his smile always seemed to have an unspeakable sarcasm in it.
Lu Xiaofeng said: "You don't believe it?"
Ximen Chuixue stared at him: "You are my friend, so no matter when you want to burn my house, you can do it, and you can do it no matter where you start."
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.
He knew that this man was aloof and aloof, and would never bother to lie.
Ximen Chuixue said: "Of course, it would be best if you can wait until tonight before burning again, because I also plan to receive another guest."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "You also have a guest? Who is it?"
Ximen Chuixue took out a piece of snow-white paper from her arms, shook it and sent it out.
Lu Xiaofeng took it and glanced at it. There was only a very simple sentence written on it.
"Tomorrow evening, I'll visit the village for a while."
One sentence, eight words, very simple eight words, not even a signature.
But Lu Xiaofeng's face had become solemn, because he could see that these eight characters were not only flying and piercing the back of the paper, but also seemed to contain a sharp sword meaning, and each word was like a sword. It seems that it may jump out of the paper at any time and hurt people's hearts.
The person who can write this greeting card has probably reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and is rare in the world.
"It's him, it's definitely him!"
Lu Xiaofeng frowned and used a pen as a sword. There are only a few people in the world who have such accomplishments. Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, is far away in the South China Sea. Mu Taoist is indifferent to fame and fortune, so that's the only one.
Lu Xiaofeng raised her head and glanced at Ximen Chuixue again.
He suddenly discovered that this guy who was usually as cold as ice had a fanatical light in his eyes, as if there were two blazing flames beating.
Ximen Chuixue is a very proud person, so he has almost no friends, but he doesn't care. But if a person lives alone in the world and has no rivals, then he is really lonely.
In the past, he thought that only Ye Gucheng was worthy of being his opponent. But I never thought that there would be one more one now.
Lu Xiaofeng rubbed her brows and suddenly felt a headache.
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There are no plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa yet.
It is April now, and the peach blossoms and rhododendrons are blooming on the hillsides.
Huamanlou was admiring the flowers all over the mountains and plains. His peaceful face was filled with indescribable tenderness and brilliance, as if a girl in first love saw her lover.
He did not invite Ximen Chuixue together with Lu Xiaofeng.
Ximen Chuixue is far away from the mortal world. Although he regards killing as a sacred thing, to a certain extent, he also ignores life and is a formidable peerless swordsman.
But Huamanlou is full of heartfelt love for everything in the world and full of gratitude for life.
Their philosophies are completely opposite, so how can they be friends.
The evening wind was gentle and the sun was setting in the west. Hua Manlou turned around, clasped his fists, and said with a smile: "Master Ximen?"
He was clearly blind, and there was clearly no sound behind him. How could he know someone was coming? How do you know that the person coming is Ximen Chuixue?
There was indeed someone behind, but unfortunately it wasn't Ximen Chuixue. The young man in black had an indifferent attitude and said with a smile: "It's not the owner of Ximen Village, it's Yulian City."
Huamanlou suddenly realized, and said in a slightly apologetic voice: "Huamanlou is rude, I hope you can forgive me."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Sure enough, there are seven children of the Hua family. I think Lu Xiaoji has also arrived at Wanmei Villa."
Huamanlou said: "Not bad."
Yu Liancheng stared at him and suddenly said: "You really can't see?"
Huamanlou said: "I just wish I had a disability in my lower body and couldn't see the style of a contemporary swordsman."
Yu Liancheng said: "Did you hear my footsteps?"
He is very proud of Qinggong and swordsmanship.
Of course, his Qinggong and swordsmanship are also worthy of his pride.
Hua Manlou smiled and said: "As far as I know, there are only five or six people in the world today who cannot completely make a sound when moving, and you are one of them."
Yu Liancheng said: "But you knew someone was coming."
Hua Manlou said with a smile: "When a sharp sword is unsheathed, there must be sword spirit. I was just a little stupid and didn't think that Your Excellency also came to Wanmei Villa. I should have thought that with such sword spirit, I would undoubtedly be the master of Ximen Villa."
Yu Liancheng shook his head and said: "It seems that my practice is not good enough, and I can't even completely restrain my sword energy."
Hua Man Lou said: "The beauty of the flowers here is rare in the world. If you can appreciate it, this murderous aura will gradually disappear."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "It is indeed a great pleasure to drink and enjoy flowers, but I have an appointment with someone and I really can't delay. Young Master, I'm leaving."
Just as he was about to leave, Huamanlou suddenly said: "Wait a minute, the person you have an appointment with is the owner of Ximen Village."
Yu Liancheng nodded: "Not bad."
Huamanlou said: "In that case, I will pay homage to the village with you."
Yu Liancheng said with great interest: "Oh, why do you mean this?"
Huamanlou said: "Although I, a blind man, cannot see the fight between two peerless swordsmen, I can still hear it. If I miss it, I will regret it for the rest of my life."
Although he is blind, he is extremely intelligent.
Ximen Chuixue is one of the two most peerless swordsmen of our time, and his opponents are hard to find.
But Yu Liancheng fought thousands of miles with one sword, defeating all the famous masters.
If the two of them got together, if they just had wine and tea and exchanged experiences, Huamanlou would never believe it.
Today's battle may be the most exciting battle in the Central Plains in the past ten years.
Anyone who practices martial arts would not want to miss it, and the same is true for Hua Man Lou.
However, after today's battle, one of the two divine weapons may be broken, which is a pity.
Soon, the two entered Wanmei Villa and saw Ximen Chuixue.
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