Chi Yuxian curiously looked at the two people confronting him not far away, his eyes dull.
He didn't expect to meet the rumored two-eyebrow Lu Xiaofeng in such a small place.
But looking at the other party's expression, he seemed to recognize the swordsman who came with the sword.
"Don't get involved in this matter."
Lu Xiaofeng: "I'm afraid not. The person who entrusted me is my friend."
He had so many friends that the middle-aged swordsman didn't know for a moment which friend the other party was talking about, just as he was also Lu Xiaofeng's friend.
"For the sake of our friendship, you'd better not meddle in other people's business."
The middle-aged swordsman's voice softened slightly for a moment, but soon became cold again.
Hearing his words, Lu Xiaofeng slowly showed a smile: "I, Lu Xiaofeng, just like to meddle in other people's business."
Their voices were not so low that Chi Yuxian, who was standing not far away, could hear them clearly.
But he was not interested in what those two people were arguing about. Now he just wanted to make the other party pay for his love.
The broken porcelain pieces were scattered on the ground, and the hot noodle soup inevitably splashed on the hem of his clothes.
A flash of fleeting dissatisfaction appeared on Chi Yuxian's usually distant and calm face. He still stood there with his head lowered, making his expression unclear.
Lu Xiaofeng, who was not far away, seemed to have ended his dispute with the middle-aged swordsman. He raised his hand to lift his robe and sat down again.
The rain outside seemed to be about to stop, and the sound of rain became smaller.
Seeing that he could not control Lu Xiaofeng's thoughts, the middle-aged swordsman snorted coldly, his eyes as firm as before.
He stared at Lu Xiaofeng: "You will regret it."
After saying that, he turned around and left without any hesitation, and once again broke into the torrential rain.
Chi Yuxian, who was standing next to him, didn't even have time to stop him, and his expression became even more ugly.
Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng saw the mess on his side and took the initiative to order a new bowl of Yangchun noodles from the waiter.
After being compensated, Chi Yuxian's expression brightened slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded slightly in the direction of Lu Xiaofeng to express his attitude.
He patted the dust-free hem of his clothes, quietly found a seat and sat down again.
The Yangchun noodles were served quickly, and Chi Yu was so quiet that he lowered his head to eat the noodles in almost silence.
A bowl of hot noodles dispels the coldness in your body and makes you feel full.
When he put down his chopsticks, the rain outside had stopped, and the puddles covering the streets reflected the moonlight, like mirrors broken into pieces.
Chi Yuxian picked up the umbrella standing next to him and walked out silently.
The rainwater on the roof fell down and made a ticking sound.
Although the rain had stopped, he still held up the umbrella with red plum blossoms on a white background, which stood out in the night.
Before he had even taken a few steps, there was a sound of light footsteps coming from behind, but it was somewhat deliberate, as if it was deliberately intended for him to notice.
Chi Yuxian calmly stopped, and sure enough, the next moment a strange and slightly familiar voice sounded from behind him.
"Master, please stay!"
Lu Xiaofeng, who was sitting in the lobby just now, followed him and stopped Chi Yuxian, who was a stranger to him.
"Is something wrong?"
Chi Yuxian slowly looked back and looked at the smiling Lu Xiaofeng with confusion.
"I want to make friends with you."
While Lu Xiaofeng answered, he looked at the young man who was standing in front of him calmly. His gaze was not malicious, but rather curious.
"I do not know you."
Chi Yuxian frowned slightly when he heard the other party's answer, as if he didn't understand why Lu Xiaofeng wanted to be friends with him.
He looked sideways, and his cold and rational facial features could hardly show a bit of indifference when he was quiet.
If other people saw him like this, they would probably stay away from him. But who is Lu Xiaofeng? The other party has friends almost all over the world, and I don't feel offended by his attitude.
"I think the young master is a good match for me, so I want to make friends with him."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and seemed to be somewhat sincere.
The young man in black raised his umbrella slightly, revealing his sharp eyebrows.
"I don't make friends."
Chi Yuxian's hand holding the umbrella tightened, his knuckles turning white.
He pursed his lips, thought of something, and his expression became gloomy.
After hearing his answer, Lu Xiaofeng was not discouraged, but smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to feel embarrassed, young master."
But Chi Yuxian had already turned around and stepped away as if he didn't recognize the other person.
This look of rejection made Lu Xiaofeng helpless. He did not follow him. After all, the other party's intention was already obvious.
Realizing that Lu Xiaofeng did not follow, Chi Yuxian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He was not very good at dealing with this. Just now he was worried about what he would do if the other party kept pestering him. Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng was not the kind of person who didn't wink.
A chilly wind blew in my face, and my clothes soaked by the rain were blown by the cold wind, immediately bringing a chill.
Chi Yuxian raised his hand to lift the hem of his heavy clothes, and took a step forward helplessly to go back and change clothes.
He thought that this matter was over, but he didn't expect that he and Lu Xiaofeng would meet again so soon.
It was getting late, and the lights of the houses facing the street had been turned off, and only the faint moonlight around them illuminated the way back.
Chi Yuxian was lowering his head to avoid the puddles on the road. Due to his movement, the edge of the open umbrella drooped slightly, blocking the view directly ahead.
There was a "bang", and the sound of swords clashing not far ahead brought Chi Yuxian, who was immersed in his own world, back to reality.
He lifted the umbrella slightly and looked forward with a pair of dark eyes. He was slightly stunned when he saw the figure clearly.
Didn’t they just separate? Why did Lu Xiaofeng walk in front of him?
The person who was stopped by a group of menacing people in front was Lu Xiaofeng, who had just separated not long ago. The other person's back was turned to him. He didn't seem to be afraid at all, but rather showed a sense of leisure.
"Stop talking nonsense and get going!"
The strong man holding the knife smiled fiercely, raised the knife and struck Lu Xiaofeng in the face.
Chi Yuxian stopped not far away, and even thought about whether these people were sent by the swordsman just now.
He had no intention of getting involved, so he lowered the edge of his umbrella and prepared to take a different route home.
But unfortunately, the group of strong men holding knives saw him, and they didn't know what they were thinking. They shouted loudly: "Lu Xiaofeng! You actually have helpers!"
This shout was followed by a menacing sound that broke through the air. Chi Yu Xian frowned slightly, not expecting that he was so unlucky.
He quickly retreated, barely avoiding the oncoming sword.
Lu Xiaofeng, who was not far away, also saw this scene, and her heart skipped a beat: "This young master doesn't know martial arts, why did he get involved?"
As soon as this idea came to his mind, he saw the young master who did not know martial arts, Yun Danfeng, gently raise his hand to catch the fierce sword.
With his smooth movements and calm attitude, he looked like a reclusive master of martial arts.
But Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, because the trick used by the other party was the Lingxi Finger that he was so familiar with!
He was sure that except for him and Hua Manlou, no one in the entire world would be able to figure it out!
Chi Xianyu clamped the sword of the strong man holding the sword with one hand, and hit the opponent's wrist in a horizontal slash with the other hand.
The other party was in pain and subconsciously let go of the hand holding the sword.
In the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed, and the two people just now changed their identities. Chi Yuxian caught the falling sword, frowned, and an inexplicable danger hit the strong man's body.
The momentum of the young man holding the big sword was completely opposite to that of before. He looked sickly, but his sword skills allowed him to open and close widely, forcing the strong man to retreat step by step.
Lu Xiaofeng no longer thought about it at this time. He turned around and knocked down the people around him in a few seconds.
With a loud sound, Chi Yuxian put away the knife and stood under the moonlight holding a white umbrella. But at this time, no one dared to look down upon him, and they all trembled.
"Thank you sir for your help."
Lu Xiaofeng glanced at the people who were hurriedly getting up and running away, and sneered and smiled.
"You're welcome."
Chi Yuxian lowered the edge of the umbrella and said coldly: "I didn't want to save you in the first place."
After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by a hand.
"Anything else?"
Lu Xiaofeng: "What the young master just used was the Lingxi Finger?"
Being questioned, Chi Yuxian raised the edge of his umbrella and revealed his sharp features: "Yeah."
He didn't defend himself, but admitted it openly.
"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I still want to ask." Lu Xiaofeng smiled, but his eyes were full of vigilance, "Where did the young master learn the art of telepathy?"
Chi Yuxian raised his eyes and looked at Lu Xiaofeng in front of him, thinking to himself: "You can't tell him that this was copied and pasted."
Remembering that a quarter of an hour ago, when the knife struck him, he copied and pasted the other party's Lingxi finger. Chi Yuxian suddenly didn't know how to explain it to the real owner.
"Can't you learn this kind of move just by looking at it?"
There was a hint of doubt in his tone, and neither his expression nor his tone seemed suspicious.
Lu Xiaofeng was choked by his answer. Her eyes widened and she raised her voice: "You will know it at a glance?!"
Lingxi Finger is his famous martial arts. If he could master it at a glance, wouldn't his career in the world have been in vain for so many years?
Facing Lu Xiaofeng's gaze, Chi Yuxian lowered the edge of his umbrella slightly, just enough to cover the guilt in his eyes.
"You and I have only just met. This is the first time we have seen what telepathy means."
He disguised his expression and looked directly at Lu Xiaofeng: "If you don't believe it, you can go check it out."
This made him feel confident, but Lu Xiaofeng was a little hesitant.
The other party looked him up and down in disbelief, and while touching his chin, he said, "Is it possible that the young master is the legendary martial arts wizard?"
"Martial arts prodigy" Chi Yuxian nodded without humility: "Well, you are right."
He glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, who was still standing in front of him: "Please let me go, I want to go back and become a martial arts prodigy."
