"Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass."
A misty voice suddenly came from a distance and reached the ears of the four people.
This is a famous line by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty, and it is also the favorite poem of Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City.
When this sound rang in everyone's ears, they seemed to see the majestic Yellow River rushing from the white clouds in the sky, and Yumen Pass stood alone among the unreachable mountains.
Faintly, there was an indescribable desolate mood that lingered in everyone's hearts for a long time.
"What a sound transmission through the air, what a sound between the white clouds far up the Yellow River."
In the praise, white shadows flashed past, and a piece of pure white cloud slowly floated out. It floated very fast and far away, as if it was about to reach the sky and reach the human world.
"Ye Chengzhu's Qinggong is really good." Hua Manlou smiled and flew away with Ye Gucheng in the sound of wind. His movement was agile and fast, hardly inferior to any master in the world. It was amazing. I couldn't believe he was blind.
"They say that Huamanlou is as blind as a bat. I didn't believe it, but I have to believe it today."
Prince Nan Wang has also floated out. His Qinggong movement technique was taught by Ye Gucheng, and it is like a white cloud floating out. However, compared with the previous one, this white cloud is not elegant and agile enough, and its speed is also inferior, but it is not at all. Not slow.
"Haha, the prince's lightness kung fu has reached the top of the world. Among the younger generation, there are only a few people who can match him." The last person is naturally Jin Jiuling.
His movement was not agile and graceful, but he was quick, concise, and made almost no unnecessary movements. He followed closely behind Prince Nan, with ease, but never exceeded the slightest.
The prince smiled and said: "We'd better stop flattering each other. It's only right to find that person."
"Your Majesty is right."
The palace guards looked at the four people in surprise, completely confused by the actions of the prince and others. However, the four people's Qinggong skills were extremely high, and their clothes were flying around, and their people had disappeared.
It turned out that the sound just now was condensed into a line, and it only sounded in the ears of the four of him, and the others could not hear it.
And to be able to send this sound from a distance and split it into four parts, that person's cultivation level is probably at its peak, the best in the world.
The news in the palace was extremely well-informed. He knew that the "Jade Faced Divine Sword" Yulian City had entered the city, and 90% of the people who could spread the news were him.
Yu Liancheng likes to fight with others, and has fought thousands of miles, defeating all the masters of various factions.
But Ye Gucheng is aloof and lonely, flying to immortality with one sword, and it is difficult to find an opponent.
When these two people meet, it's not difficult to imagine what kind of sparks will collide.
But who is willing to miss a martial artist?
"When you get on your horse, you don't catch the whip, but instead bend the willow branches. When you get off your horse, you play the flute, and you worry about killing the travelers."
The voice suddenly sounded again, with the same desolate meaning, making people feel sad and depressed. This is no longer something that can only be achieved by deep internal strength, but also contains mysterious and unpredictable spiritual powers.
Ye Gucheng had also seen the man. He was wearing black clothes and sitting in a forest. There was an inconspicuous long sword beside him. He was tapping the wine jar with chopsticks and singing loudly.
Behind him there is a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with lively eyebrows, holding a wine jar, and refilling the wine for the young man in black from time to time.
The little girl saw Huamanlou and said sweetly: "Little nephew, why are you here?"
Hua Manlou smiled and said: "Last time I was a little grandnephew, and this time I became a little nephew. So I don't know whether I should call me little aunt or little aunt?"
Xueer smiled and said: "You are more obedient than Lu Xiaofeng, so from now on he will be my grandnephew and you will be my nephew. If you are more obedient, you will be my little cousin."
Hua Manlou touched her nose and said with a wry smile: "If Lu Xiaofeng hears it, he will pull your pigtails again."
Xueer snorted softly: "I learned swordsmanship from half a master. If he pulled my hair, I would poke a few transparent holes for him."
Prince Nan also landed lightly and said with a smile: "Master Hua, do you know these people? Please introduce them."
"Of course." Hua Manlou smiled and said: "This little girl who looks very cute is called Shangguan Xueer. The other one is famous..."
"Yulian City."
These three words came out of Ye Gucheng's mouth, and his eyes like cold stars seemed to be shining.
Yu Liancheng also looked up at Ye Gucheng and uttered three words: "Ye Gucheng."
The two looked at each other, and at this moment, everyone felt as if two incomparable swords were facing each other, emitting sharp sword energy that made people feel chilled all over.
Yu Liancheng looked at Ye Gucheng, and he suddenly discovered that Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue had many similarities.
They like to wear white, and they are very lonely, very proud people.
They were as cold as the ice and snow on distant mountains.
They also have few friends.
Only people like them can practice that kind of unique swordsmanship.
"Very good. I have an opponent like you today. It's really worthy of being called the Three Great Whites. But I know that, like Ximen Chuixue, you never drink, so I can only drink by myself."
Yu Liancheng was already drinking. He drinks one, and Xueer pours one. He drank one drink, Xueer poured another... and drank three glasses in a row.
Ye Gucheng looked at him, as if he was surprised: "You drink, a lot?"
Yu Liancheng said: "And he drank very quickly."
Ye Gucheng said: "So I find it strange that alcohol can harm the body and can also lead to sexual incest. For swordsmen like us, drinking alcohol is a taboo."
Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng only drink plain water, because for them, alcohol is a poison that can harm the body and disorder the nature.
After drinking, there will be differences between the body and the spirit.
And for them, their swords cannot be contaminated by even the slightest dust.
Yu Liancheng closed his eyes and showed an expression of contentment and enjoyment. He was already slightly tipsy: "For people like you, the meaning of life is to climb to a higher peak of the sword. You have dedicated your life to the sword. And for me, Continuously climbing the high road of martial arts is just a part of my life, but it can make me live a more carefree life. There is an essential difference in the pursuit of each other, so there is no need to force it."
Ye Gucheng suddenly became very lonely and lonely, and his bright eyes seemed to dim slightly: "You are not a pure swordsman. Maybe there is no pure swordsman in the world except me and Ximen Chuixue."
There are countless swordsmen in the world, but in his eyes, he and Ximen Chuixue seem to be the only ones who can be called swordsmen.
This is not a kind of loneliness.
"Haha." Yu Liancheng suddenly smiled, and there seemed to be an unspeakable sarcasm in his laughter. He suddenly glanced at the prince: "Perhaps, the only real swordsman is Ximen Chuixue."
