As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 148 Chapter 147: True meaning

The dignified first-generation leader of the Rakshasa Sect and head of Qingyi Tower was sitting in the courtyard washing clothes.

Gu Changsheng wanted to laugh when he saw it. After eating the steamed buns, he stretched and went back to the house to regain his energy.

It's not that my back is sore, but I just feel a little tired and lazy.

It would be nice to get some sun...

Looking at the gloomy sky, Gu Changsheng shook his head.

What would happen if Jiang Yuyan could be brought back?

Ok……

Gu Changsheng inexplicably thought of a picture - Jiang Yuyan was sitting in a car wearing a long windbreaker, holding the steering wheel with one hand and tilting her head, gesturing for her to get in the car.

"It's pretty good when you think about it."

No one in the world knows, whether the world can be overturned or not depends on the thought of two people.

The reason why they are still relatively calm is because they are not interested in the disputes in the world, and even the leaders of the martial arts alliance are just like that in their eyes.

So many heroes in the past have become a thing of the past, including Yan Nantian, Yao Yue, the top ten villains...

A cold sword hangs diagonally on the wall.

Ximen Chuuxue, his white clothes are like snow, and his heart is also as cold as snow.

He has no relatives, no friends, or even enemies. Now, even his only sword has been lost.

The gray hair is blown by the wind, and the plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa are in full bloom.

He stood in the courtyard, without a sword in his hand, but holding his hand emptyly, as if holding an invisible sword, waving it in the air.

If someone sees him, he doesn't need to be a top swordsman, even a second-rate Jianghu person can recognize him. His movements are the most basic sword skills.

Strike, stab, block, wash.

This is the simplest and most basic part of swordsmanship. Like a person who is learning swordsmanship for the first time, he is constantly familiar with the basic swordsmanship.

Wearing white clothes, he blended in with the snow in the courtyard, and his eyes were closed.

Lu Xiaofeng came. This was the second time this year. Ximen Chuixue did not greet him. He was already sitting on a chair made of bamboo and rattan.

Ximen Chuixue said: "You must be here for something."

If nothing happens, he will beat Lu Xiaofeng.Lu Xiaofeng also knew it, so he would definitely not come if nothing happened.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I met Ye Gucheng."

Ximen Chuixue's originally calm eyes moved and looked at Lu Xiaofeng, waiting for him to continue.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "He was defeated head-on that night."

Ximen Chuixue said: "I guessed it."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You must not be able to guess why he lost."

Ximen Chuixue said: "If you are weak, you will lose."

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned and said with a wry smile: "Indeed, this answer cannot be wrong no matter what."

There can be many reasons for winning, but there is only one reason for losing, and that is not being strong enough.

He looked at Ximen Chuixue and suddenly had a strange feeling. Unlike Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue seemed to have become an ordinary person, and even his skills were much weaker.

The cold and sharp sword intent of the past disappeared.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng are two very similar people, equally aloof, equally sharp, and equally ruthless. They both like to wear white clothes and want nothing more than swords.

Now Ye Gucheng has gone far away to the bitter cold land outside the customs and has become an anonymous man in gray. Ximen Chuixue's sword power has been completely restrained, as if his martial arts have declined a lot.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't ask. He looked at his gray-haired friend for a long time and then said, "I'm here to advise you not to challenge that person again."

Ximen Chuixue looked at him calmly, waiting for him to give a reason.

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a while and said, "Their identities are not simple."

Ximen Chuixue asked: "What is your identity?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I haven't found out yet, but... Judging from the current clues, they have almost no opponents." Unless the Jade Rakshasa is fake, they really have no opponents.

He suddenly thought, was the veil that Ximen Chuixue shot down that night because the other party deliberately spared Ximen Chuixue's life and gave Ximen Chuixue such a chance?
It is much harder to save someone's life than to kill someone.

Especially for a superb swordsman.

It is more difficult to close than to release, at least Ye Gucheng does not have the confidence, nor the strength.

Ximen Chuixue looked at him deeply and suddenly said: "Am I afraid of death?"

Lu Xiaofeng said solemnly: "But you can't die without any reason."

Ximen Chuixue asked: "What is no reason?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "If the other party..."

He suddenly stopped talking. Everything was just his imagination, without any reason or evidence.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed softly, "I'm a little scared."

Ximen Chuixue's eyes narrowed. Based on his understanding of Lu Xiaofeng, would Lu Xiaofeng be scared?
Lu Xiaofeng said: "I'm not kidding."

"They defeated you?" Ximen Chuixue said calmly.

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "No."

This made Ximen Chuixue's expression become more solemn.

Lu Xiaofeng was really scared. He even wanted to stay away from this matter. Even the Western Jade Rakshasa died silently. Who dares to get involved in this conspiracy?

Yes, conspiracy.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng were defeated, but they did not die. Even Ye Gucheng was not hunted down. The rebellion was covered up. There must be a conspiracy.

But Ximen Chuixue is his friend.

He couldn't help but ask Ximen Chuixue to be more prepared and cautious. To be honest, he even hoped that Ximen Chuixue and Sun Xiuqing would withdraw from the world.

But that was just a delusion. Lu Xiaofeng knew that Ximen Chuixue would definitely keep the three-year appointment and get his sword back.

Even if you die.

Ximen Chuixue suddenly said: "Do you know what the sword is used for?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Kill someone."

Ximen Chuixue nodded, "That's right."

Swords are used to kill.

He sighed with regret, "It's a pity that you are my friend."

What's the pity for friends?
But Lu Xiaofeng understood - if he wasn't a friend, he could try his sword moves.

"Are you improving again?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

"Maybe."

Ximen Chuixue looked into the distance, "I just returned to the original intention of the sword."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Kill someone?"

Ximen Chuixue nodded, "Whether it's a flying fairy or the most basic sword moves, as long as they can kill people, there is no difference between them. It's the same regardless of the move a person dies under."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at his figure, which still looked ordinary, but this appearance was extremely inconsistent - how could a top swordsman look like an ordinary person?

But his momentum has indeed completely subsided, and perhaps only when he picks up the sword again will he unleash a fierce offensive.

Lu Xiaofeng left before night fell. He still had many things to do.

Wanmei Villa returned to silence. Ximen Chuixue stood quietly in the courtyard. The plum blossoms on the ground were blown by the wind. He suddenly wanted to know how Ye Gucheng was doing now.

It's not too good to think about it.

They were the same kind of people who had nothing but their swords, and now they have lost even their swords.

Ximen Chuixue let down a strand of gray hair.

(End of this chapter)