As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 134 Chapter 133: Sword
The sun sets and night approaches.

Lu Xiaofeng was wearing a colorful ribbon, which was a certificate for entering the palace. If she didn't hold the ribbon and still wanted to go to the palace to watch the decisive battle, she would face the encirclement and suppression of the imperial masters.

Now he still has one in his hand, and he doesn't know who to give it to.

Many people want it, but He doesn't want to give it.

He slipped back to Hefangzhai, where a lone lamp was lit in the window, the light was soft and quiet.

Sun Xiuqing was sitting inside, but Ximen Chuixue was nowhere to be seen.

Has Ximen Chuixue already entered the palace?
Lu Xiaofeng's heart became heavy when she saw the unspeakable sadness on Sun Xiuqing's face.

As the wife of Ximen Chuixue, she only has a lone lamp to accompany her, waiting here for Ximen Chuixue to return from the decisive battle.

Will you come back?

Can you come back?

Sun Xiuqing said: "He's gone."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, "I know."

Sun Xiuqing said: "He hopes you go early because he has no other friends."

Lu Xiaofeng was speechless. He squeezed the colored satin tightly.

A bright moon slowly rose into the sky.

Lu Xiaofeng had an extra piece of colored satin, and he remembered the two women with fast swords and their instructions.

Will they stop it?

Lu Xiaofeng thought like this, the bright moon had risen, and he could not delay any longer and hurried towards the palace.

September [-]th is no longer a festive day, but the atmosphere in the capital is particularly solemn.

Most people's eyes are cast in the direction of the Forbidden City, where two top swordsmen will compete tonight.

The results of their bets will also be announced tonight, either they will lose everything or they will make a fortune.

Many people in the world are also paying attention to the battle in the palace.

The wind has become cooler.

Gu Changsheng changed into black clothes, patted his trouser legs, and helped Jiang Yuyan adjust her sleeves.

Today is an important day, so they naturally have to adjust their status.

While walking on the street, an uproar rang out from a distance. Following the movement, I looked over and saw someone stepping on the eaves with unparalleled lightness, heading towards the Forbidden City.

Sharp-eyed people in the world recognized him as Taoist Mu Taoist, a famous figure in Wudang. His eight-step Qinggong to catch cicadas turned his whole body into an afterimage.

Gu Changsheng and Jiang Yuyan walked slowly, taking their time.The night was still very long, so the masters naturally needed some nonsense before starting the decisive battle. They had plenty of time.

It's rare to see someone meet and fight to the death like it used to be.

What we are pursuing now is a sense of ritual - just like the current duel between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.

Two people who have no hatred and no conflicts have to decide whether to live or die. This is also a sense of ritual.

That's their way of swordsmanship.

As the Jianghu people gathered, the pressure on the masters suddenly increased, and they were nervously on guard.

The moon is as round as a mirror.

The weather is much cooler in autumn, and the full moon hangs on the eaves, giving it a somewhat deserted feeling for no reason.

Ximen Chuixue has stood on the roof of the Forbidden City, quietly waiting for his opponent to arrive.

Dressed in white and standing with a sword, he looked like a peerless master.

Gu Changsheng saw the lonely figure on the roof from a distance, and she knew that Ye Gucheng would not come tonight——

Ye Gucheng failed him. Compared with the decisive battle, regicide was more important in Ye Gucheng's heart.

This is a complete conspiracy.

Briefly talk about this matter with Jiang Yuyan.

"Are you telling the truth?" Jiang Yuyan was shocked by the shocking truth.

Gu Changsheng smiled and told a hundred people, about 99 of them wouldn't believe it, and the remaining one was Jiang Yuyan.

The decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City was used by Ye Gucheng to contain the masters in the palace, complete the regicide, steal the dragon and turn the phoenix into a phoenix, and let the prince of Nanwang, who looked the same as the emperor, become his replacement.

Careful planning.

Previously, Ye Gucheng pretended to be injured at the hands of a Tang Sect disciple's hidden weapon, just to prevent the substitute pretending to be him from revealing his flaws - why didn't the substitute use the Flying Immortal from Heaven?Because he was injured, it would be easy for Ximen Chuixue to kill him.

It's a pity that Lu Xiaofeng is the troublemaker.

The moonlight is getting colder and colder, and the people from the Jianghu who should come have already arrived, gathering together to watch this peak battle.Amid everyone's low-pitched conversations and the vigilance of the Ouchi masters, a figure in white suddenly appeared under the moonlight, as if floating in the wind.

The high level of qinggong is astonishing.

The whole place was suddenly silent, looking at Ye Gucheng who had landed on the roof.

The two people who were about to fight stood on the eaves on both sides, both dressed in white as snow, spotless. One was arrogant, the other was lonely, looking at each other without saying a word.

On both sides of the roof stood the famous top masters in the world, Lu Xiaofeng, Sikong Zhaixing, Mu Taoist, Honest Monk... and the Ouchi master.

Although the Ouchi masters were loyal to the imperial court, they were also top-notch masters in the world. Especially the cooperation between them and the sword formation, the strength they exerted was not just as simple as one plus one.

As the roof became quiet, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

At this moment, everyone onlookers felt the fierce sword energy between the two. Although the two swords had not been unsheathed, their duel had already begun.

Ximen Chuixue's face remained expressionless, but Ye Gucheng's face became ugly. He no longer looked like a fairy before, but looked a little weak.

Someone has faintly smelled the smell of blood.

Ye Gucheng said: "I have been practicing sword practice for 30 years as a young man, and I am always waiting to die by the sword."

Ximen Chuixue's face was still expressionless, cold, sharp, and sharp. At this time, his whole body had turned into a ruthless sword.

Ye Gucheng paused for a moment, took a breath and said: "In today's battle, you and I don't have to show mercy. Those who learn swordsman die under the sword of a master and deserve to die."

Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "That's how it should be."

They are two peerless swordsmen. If they retain their strength with their swords, what's the point of this battle?
Midday on the moon.

Ye Gucheng said: "Please."

Ximen Chuuxue said, "Wait a minute."

Ye Gucheng asked: "How long will you wait?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "Wait until your wound stops bleeding."

Ye Gucheng lowered his head, and everyone looked over. His white clothes were soaked with blood, and he was obviously injured.

The outcome of this battle is already clear before it even begins!
Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "Although my sword is a murderous weapon, it never kills those who seek death!"

Ye Gucheng said: "Am I here to seek death?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "If you don't want to die, I will wait for you for a month and come back after you recover."

After finishing speaking, Ximen Chuixue turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly paused.

"Don't wait any longer."

A woman's voice suddenly appeared, and he suddenly turned his head. Ye Gucheng was already standing there frozen.

Everyone saw that under Ye Gucheng's white clothes, a cluster of blood bloomed from his chest, like a blooming flower.

The sharp sword tip was also exposed from his chest.

Such an unexpected scene made everyone unable to react. They stared blankly at Ye Gucheng falling down like that, as if they were dreaming.

The two masters hadn't even had a duel yet...and one of them suddenly died?
A big joke on his grandma.

Where Ye Gucheng fell, a woman dressed in white as snow appeared. Under the cold moonlight, she casually peeled off a thin layer of skin from Ye Gucheng's face, and the uproar fell silent.

Ye Gucheng is fake.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes flashed with light. He looked at the disguised face of 'Ye Gucheng', and the conspiracy he had been pursuing these days seemed to have been revealed.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes moved. He looked away from the fake Ye Gucheng's body and looked at the woman's sword.

Blood was still dripping from the tip of the sword.

He didn't care about the astonishment and shock of those martial arts masters, as well as the defense of the masters in the field.

The woman in white said: "Ye Gucheng is not here, I will fight for him."

Ximen Chuixue turned around and said coldly: "You also use a sword?"

The woman in white nodded and stood where Ye Gucheng should have been.

Ximen Chuixue said slowly: "You are not worthy of use."

The woman in white was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to say such a sentence, and it was difficult to understand what it meant. She paused for two or three seconds and said, "Why?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Swords are not used to kill people from behind. You are not worthy of using a sword to hurt people from behind. If you use the sword again, I will kill you."

The woman in white stared at him for a moment after hearing this, shook off the blood on her sword, and suddenly smiled, looking like a sword-wielding fairy under the moonlight, "I heard that you learned swordsmanship when you were seven?"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded.

She asked: "Do you know how old I am when I learn to sword?"

(End of this chapter)