[Comprehensive] Our city lord is glamorous and noble

Chapter 18

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to have swallowed a toad alive.

He thought he was deaf, no, judging from what he heard, he was not deaf, but his brain was broken, otherwise how could he hear Ye Gucheng say "they like me so much".

Even a prodigal son like Lu Xiaofeng who attracts women's liking would not say such stupid words.

The man who said the stupid words concentrated all his body and mind on the chess game in front of him. Ye Gucheng is a person who can concentrate. When he practices swords, he only has the sword in his eyes. When he talks with his hands, there is only the chessboard in front of him.

He may not be like Gong Jiu, who can learn everything by watching it once, but his extraordinary concentration can bring him close to the realm of never forgetting. Practice is enough for him to become one of the best masters in the world.

Talent, perseverance, perseverance, concentration, he has all the prerequisites for success.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't hear anything, he had already automatically deleted what Ye Gucheng said just now from his mind, and the man in white turned into the aloof White Cloud City Lord again.

The other party didn't answer, and he didn't speak. Instead, he paid attention to the chess game in front of him. He wasn't proficient in it, but there was no problem if he wanted to understand it. Lu Xiaofeng's knowledge is very complicated, but very rich. Perhaps there is nothing in the world like him. I don't know at all.

Heizi and Baizi are fighting, no, it should be called a one-sided encirclement and suppression. Baizi is as sharp as a sword, piercing through Changhong, destroying Heizi's hinterland; The struggle between the two gradually showed its decline. Whether it is said that the evil is overwhelming and the right is good, or that he is missing a move, there is only one dead end in the end.

Lu Xiaofeng was thinking, he thought that Ye Gucheng's chess game should be evenly matched, but now it seems that he wants to show something through the game.

Heizi and Baizi represent the conflict between Jiang Ruhua and him.

The last piece fell on the chessboard, and there was a crisp sound, Lu Xiaofeng saw with sharp eyes that the piece landed on Tian Yuan's position.

Is it a coincidence?Or do it on purpose?

He couldn't figure out what Ye Gucheng wanted to express. How can a mortal be able to figure out the thoughts of a high-ranking immortal?

Lu Xiaofeng is a smart person, he knows when to ask questions and when not to ask questions, so he said: "You are Bai Zi, Jiang Ruhua is Black Zi."

Ye Gucheng looked up at him, and said calmly: "Watch the chess without saying a word."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I only spoke after watching you finish playing."

Ye Gucheng smiled and said, "What do you see?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I see that you will definitely win." He actually saw that Jiang Ruhua would definitely die, but people in the world rarely talk about death.

Ye Gucheng sneered, "Then you are wrong," he said, "Jiang Ruhua will definitely die."

Lu Xiaofeng knew from the very beginning that Ye Gucheng was not the one who killed the life-threatening dart, and Jiang Ruhua, who spread the news, was not sorry to die, but he said, "You are not someone who would be angry because of rumors." He looked at Ye Gucheng very much. Sincerity, because Lu Xiaofeng knows his friend well, he knows what kind of person Baiyun City Lord is.

Ye Gucheng said: "That's right," he said again, "I can't possibly kill the life dart, but Jiang Ruhua said I did. This is not something worth caring about at all."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Then why are you fighting?"

If Ye Gucheng didn't care about anything, he wouldn't propose a death-defying situation.

Ye Gucheng said coldly: "Because he is not worthy of using a sword."

Lu Xiaofeng remained calm: "Oh?"

Ye Gucheng said: "If he lives, he will defile the sword on his waist, and also defile his swordsmanship."

The Tao of Baiyun City Lord is different from that of Ximen Chuuxue. He is sincere to the sword in his hand and the Tao in his heart, but not necessarily to others. , Do whatever you want, change freely, this is Ye Gucheng's way!

A swordsman should be proud. When he holds the sword in his hand, he puts his whole body and mind on the sword in his hand. Human and sword are one, dirty thoughts, short retreat, the ugliness of worldly fame and fortune, Holding a sword with all kinds of thoughts is an insult to the murder weapon.

A person can be dishonest, but when he clenches the sword in his hand, his heart becomes as clear as a mirror.

Jiang Ruhua's heart was restless, he had evil thoughts, which stained the shiny blade of the sword black.

He is not fit to use a sword.

Ye Gucheng said: "I could have spared him, but since he still considers himself a swordsman, he must die to apologize." His words were cruel and cold, but he had his own persistence.

Lu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't need to say anything more.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "When will the sword fight be fought?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Three days later."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "In three days?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Not bad."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "September [-]th?"

Ye Gucheng said: "September [-]th, Short Matsuoka."

Short Songgang, three miles to the west are tall and short grave mounds, he will remember to help Jiang Ruhua prepare a coffin.

The person who killed him is naturally responsible for restraint.

Lu Xiaofeng raised his glass and drank the white water in it. You can only find white water in the mansion of the Lord of Baiyun.Tea, wine, nothing.

He raised his glass and chanted:

september fifteen month

The moon is full of blood

unrepentant hero hate

Endless Throat of Blood

Jiang Ruhua locked herself in the room.

It was warm and sunny in the yard, but he was shivering with cold.

Nothing is colder and more frightening than the threat of death.

He was trying to think about other things, such as the years of hiding, the humiliation he endured when he joined the Nanwang Mansion, the past glory days, and his famous sword skills.

But in the end, he couldn't help thinking of Ye Gucheng and his cold gaze.

"You are not worthy of a sword!"

These five words hit his heart.

He suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and swung it wildly. It was his famous skill, Xiao Xiao Xiao Yu Xiao Xiao Qing.

The vase, which was one person tall, was split into hundreds of thousands of pieces in an instant, some big and some small, some thin and some dense, but none of them exceeded the size of a fingernail.

His sword skills broke through, under the pressure of death.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Jiang Ruhua heard her own heartbeat, it was so powerful, so young, yes, he is a swordsman, once an invincible swordsman in the world, he should not be afraid, nor should he be afraid, because he was originally Just very strong, very capable swordsman.

The door was pushed open and someone came in. The person first saw Jiang Ruhua drawing his sword and the fragments of the vase on the ground, and started applauding without explanation.

Nan Wang said: "What a Xiaoxiao, Xiaoyu, Xiao Xiaoqing, what a swordsman." He was very satisfied and confident, Nan Wang said, "You will definitely not lose to Ye Gucheng."

His eyes are full of pride and anticipation, because he has never seen anyone in the world whose sword moves are more subtle and faster than Jiang Ruhua, otherwise, he would not promote a swordsman and let him follow him as a guard .

Jiang Ruhua's face was ruddy, and the initial paleness had long since disappeared. He was very confident, because of the breakthrough in sword skills, his heart was filled with wonderful emotions, and his fear was swept away.

Now he will never be afraid of Ye Gucheng again.

Not only not afraid, but also the confidence and courage to kill him.

Bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

The moon is not clear, but people are bright.

Short Matsuoka is gloomy and dim, and the woods rustle like the wind, or the ghost of an unjust death.

Bold people dare not stay here for too long, because the ground is too dark and the night is too bright, but today, the forest is actually illuminated by red lanterns one after another.

Tonight is very lively and popular, most of the well-known people in the martial arts have already arrived here, Mu Taoist, Huo Xiu, Yan Renying, honest monk...

Those who can be named and those who cannot be named have already crowded the woods to the brim.

With the reputation of being a swordsman coming out of the rivers and lakes, he couldn't attract so many people, but Ye Gucheng's ostentation in Deyang Tower that day was so big that even Ximen Chuuxue couldn't be compared.

Just look at him and you will know that Baiyun City Lord is a nobleman among men and a fairy among swords.

He has arrived here, his white clothes are neat and tidy, his hair is tied in a jade crown, meticulous, and the sword in his hand is emitting a cold light.

No flaws!A flawless sword!

Taoist Mu said to Lu Xiaofeng beside him, "He is your friend."

He knew that Lu Xiaofeng was a person who liked to make friends very much, and was very kind to friends. He cared more about Ye Gucheng than he cared about strangers. Looking at the man who merged with Jian at this moment, Lu Xiaofeng's agile eyes were shining with pride.

Lu Xiaofeng said loudly: "Yes!"

The voice is full of sincere emotion, it is friendship!

Mu Daoren said: "Although Jiang Ruhua hasn't arrived yet, I already know the result of this battle."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, but didn't speak, because he also knew the result.

Sure enough, Mu Daoren said, "It is impossible for a swordsman like Baiyun City Lord to lose." Therefore, Jiang Ruhua will only lose.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "That's right."

Suddenly, the atmosphere on the field changed. Everyone knew that Jiang Ruhua, another protagonist tonight, had arrived.

He looked the same as he did a few years ago, even better, the impetuousness that lingered around his body in the past few days was all restrained in his body, with a sword on his waist, his arms were imposing, and he looked very heroic.

In just a few days, he has already broken through.

The pressure of death is so great, ten years, his bottleneck has never been loosened, but now it has broken through.

The crowd was in an uproar again. They had already believed that Ye Gucheng had won, but when they saw Jiang Ruhua, they couldn't help but praise that the sword was not old. The balance in their hearts was slightly tilted, and some people thought that Jiang Ruhua might not lose.

Jiang Ruhua had a confident smile on her lips, as if she had already taken Ye Gucheng's life into her pocket.

Lu Xiaofeng looked back at Ye Gucheng again, his expression was still so cold, like a snow-capped mountain, unattainable, with a kind of sacred solemnity mixed in his brows, his eyes were very focused on his opponent, but there was an unshakable determination in his eyes .

When he met Ye Gucheng's line of sight, he knew that he was not wavering, let alone losing.

Jiang Ruhua said: "A few days ago, you would never have thought that I would be like this now." He was very proud and proud, because for top swordsmen, breakthroughs are rare.

Ye Gucheng didn't speak.

Jiang Ruhua said again: "I have wavered before, but now my eyes can only see one future." His smile became more and more smug, "That is the future of victory."

Ye Gucheng said in a deep voice, "Draw your sword."

Draw your sword!