This year's peach blossoms are withering again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the wind blows, the peach blossoms in the sky are raised, swaying over the entire Luoyang City. It's like a dream.

A person's life is very similar to the life of a flower. After the extreme splendor, it went to mourning, and then to death.

Life is like this, and it cannot be forced.

Just like jade in the wind, when he galloped the rivers and lakes, he was just a weak-crowned teenager. With an undefeated myth, he amazed an era of martial arts. And now, he has also become an old man in the twilight, and his proud cultivation has also retreated from the pinnacle of martial arts because of the decline of qi and blood.

Nothing can stop the deprivation of the years, you will grow old, and I will grow old.

The beauty is difficult to stand, and the hero must eventually be white-headed.

Everyone will understand this truth, but no one can face it calmly.

Gongzi Xuan and Hua Xiaojian walked all the way to the west, the gray package slung across the shoulders of each of them. Apparently they were going on a long journey.

Their eyes are looking at the west, and there is the Sichuan Tang Gate in the west, and among the Tang Gate, there is the jade Linfeng where life and death are uncertain. And Yu Linfeng is their mentor.

"Who do you think Master will offend?"

Hua Xiaojian broke the silence first. His expression was not as heavy as Gongzi Xuan, his bright eyes were full of curiosity, looking left and right on the long street.

"The master has been indifferent to fame and fortune all his life, except for the battle of the Demon Sect twenty years ago, he has hardly made a move"

Murong Changtian was holding an air-dried lotus leaf, and there were five or six large buns filled with mutton on the lotus leaf. The white and chubby buns are slowly steaming. It makes people full of appetite at first sight

"So Master's enemies are likely to be the remnants of the Demon Sect back then."

"En", Gongzi Xuan nodded, and said: "In that battle, there are still the Bloody Hand Hall, the Five Poison Sect, these evil demons and foreign ways."

Gongzi Xuan carried the package on his left shoulder, the long sword was clamped under his armpit, and then he also held an air-dried lotus leaf in his left hand, and several white and chubby buns jumped on the lotus leaf.

Hua Xiaojian filled a bun into his mouth, and said, "I miss the old days now." At that time, you can be carefree and do whatever you want."

"Me too, but yesterday, we couldn't go back"

Murong Changtian looked at the end of the long street gloomily, and his expression was a little unopened. Then his gaze was drawn to the scene ahead.

At the end of the long street, there were seven swordsmen, some of them standing in the center of the long street, some of them sitting on the benches of the tea house, and some of them reclining on the corner of an attic.

Seven people, seven directions, some holding swords in both hands, some carrying swords in one hand, some hanging swords from their waists, and some hanging swords behind their backs.

Looking at their arrogant expressions and indifferent eyes, it shows that they are not familiar with each other. But they appeared here at the same time, and after a little thought, they knew that they must have come for one thing.

"Gongzi Xuan is here, Gongzi Xuan is here, guest officers, go and see it."

On the top of a certain restaurant, a shopkeeper ran briskly to the living room on the second floor and spread the news.

At this time, there was a storyteller in the living room of the restaurant, who was standing in front of the pillars and was boasting about Gongzi Xuan.

"The heroes of the world are like this. A good head with a sword. On the heroes of the younger generation of today's martial arts, it is none other than Gongzi Xuan, the sword in his hand is the fastest sword I have ever seen. Blowing hair and breaking hair, sharpening iron like clay. Since his debut, he has not tasted a defeat. In the past year alone, I have defeated the five great swordsmen of today, and I heard that yesterday afternoon in the Golden Eagle Hall, even the fog spirit was defeated, alas, I should be like Gongzi Xuan, Gongzi Xuan will not die, I will never use a sword in my life. ”

The storyteller looked at the many swordsmen who stood up, and finally a sly smile appeared on his face. Then, the smile suddenly froze, and then turned into horror. A long black sword pierced his throat. The blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

"You shouldn't make enemies for Childe Xuan, because he is mine"

The long sword was held in the hands of a young man dressed in white, this young man in white was tall and thin, his pale face, and his appearance was very Sven, which did not match the black sword in his hand at all.

Then the black sword was withdrawn, and the young man in white slowly walked to the window. The window is facing the street, the line of sight is very wide, and the young man in white looks at Gongzixuan in the distance, his expression is joyless and carefree. It doesn't look like he's just finished killing.

The storyteller followed the pillars and softened weakly on the ground, at this moment, no one would pay attention to him, and now everyone's eyes were attracted to Gongzi Xuan.

Gongzixuan stood on the long street, looking at the intersection in front of him, there were many shops at the crossroads, and many people were looking down from the attic, and their eyes fell on Gongzixuan's body.

Gongzi Xuan stared at the end of the long street. Slowly chew the bun in your mouth, swallow it slowly, then wrap the rest and kick it into your arms.

"Every day changes. I'm tired of living like this."

Gongzi Xuan's long sword had already fallen in his hand, and he walked forward slowly and firmly.

"If I hadn't been an orphan, my father might have sent me to a private school, and now I'd probably already be famous."

Gongzi Xuan's smile was very bitter, full of a kind of helplessness that was bound by fate and could not get rid of.

"Half an acre of fertile land, a cottage, sitting and watching the sun rise and the moon set, the clouds are rolling up, there is a coarse cloth woman, washing and cooking for me, and there is a yellow-skinned old dog, relieving my boredom and chatting. How free and easy should such a day be? ”

This is Gongzi Xuan's heart, Murong Changtian's eyes are sour, only he can understand Gongzi Xuan's suffering, under the seemingly glamorous appearance, there is actually a sentimental heart hidden. He just wants to live an ordinary life, stay away from the strife in the rivers and lakes, and die of old age as an ordinary person.

But Gongzi Xuan was an orphan, and from the moment Yu Linfeng adopted him, his fate began to turn.

The wind and clouds will come out of my generation, and the years will be urging when I enter the rivers and lakes.

As long as you step into the whirlpool of the rivers and lakes, you must be driven by the rivers and lakes for generations, because of grievances, you can inherit them.

Wash your hands in a golden basin, and you can't wash away the blood that once was.

The murderous aura spread across the long street again, and the seven swordsmen all looked up at Gongzi Xuan coldly.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

Gongzi Xuan got closer and closer, and slowly walked into the middle of the seven swordsmen. But his footsteps did not stop, and he continued to move forward, because he was still fantasizing, fantasizing that the arrival of these seven swordsmen was nothing more than a coincidence.

"Stop, you're Gongzi Xuan"

In the center of the long street, the swordsman holding the sword has his back to Gongzi Xuan. Because Gongzi Xuan has already crossed him. The two were back to back, less than two meters apart, and as long as they turned around and drew their swords, they would inevitably be able to shroud the opponent's death hole under the shadow of the sword.

One of them held a sword in both hands, and the other carried a sword in one hand. They also stood in different directions, one facing east and the other facing west, but the only thing they had in common was that when the sword was unsheathed, it would kill.

"Yes, in the next son"

"I heard that your sword is fast,"

"Yes,"

"How fast"

"Fast enough to make you survive until now"

"Then you mean you haven't tasted defeat"

"Maybe,"

"Maybe what it means"

"Maybe someone else won me, but they couldn't bear to kill me"

"Oh, why"

"I don't know either"

"If I win you, I will definitely bear to kill you"

"Why do you want to win me?"

"Because I want the name of the number one swordsman of the day"

"What does the name of the First Musketeer have to do with me?"

"Because you are the number one swordsman of our day"

"Oh," Childe Xuan frowned.

"Why don't I know?"

"Who said that he is the number one swordsman today", a cold and arrogant voice came from the restaurant.

In the restaurant facing the street, the young man in white also holds a sword with both hands, and the posture of holding a sword with both hands will give people a feeling of unruliness.

"Last year, I fought with him for 1,356 moves, and the winner was not scored,"

"That was last year," the swordsman holding his sword on the long street smiled coldly. Hearing this, the young man in white also laughed.

"Now, I may not even need a hundred moves to take his head"

"Hmph" snorted coldly.

The cold snort of the Jianghu people represents a kind of disobedience.

"If You Don't Believe, Turn Back"

The young man in white took his gaze off Gongzi Xuan's back and landed on the face of the swordsman on the long street, who was wearing a yellow robe and his eyes were narrow and cold.

There were peach blossom petals floating in front of the young man in white, and the young man in white suddenly made a move, first threw out the scabbard, shook a sword flower casually, and then threw it with his right hand, and the long sword was like a black lightning, and it was inserted into the scabbard with a sound.

The scabbard was nailed to the pillar with the name 'Tao Ran Inn' hanging on the opposite side, and the great force made the scabbard buzz.

When a few peach blossoms fell to the ground, each one had broken into four petals, and the people who were close to the young man in white cheered.

The layman saw the excitement, and only a few people at the scene showed surprised expressions.

Because the young man in white threw out the scabbard first, and before the scabbard was nailed to the pillar, the young man in white also shook five sword flowers, chopped five petals, and then inserted the long sword into the scabbard, and then the scabbard was nailed to the pillar.

Such a coherent action was done in one go in an instant, and those who blinked just now didn't know what was happening at the scene.

"Yes, Gongzi Xuan is definitely not the number one swordsman today"

On the second floor of the Taoran Inn, there were three young men in blue, three young men in blue were drinking, and one of them was Tang Yixing.

"On the wonder of swordsmanship, he can't compare to the Martial Saint Xie Changfeng's Twelve Slashes, on the wonder of swordsmanship, he can't compare to Mr. Jian's Taiyi Soul Chasing Sword, on the fierceness of swordsmanship, he can't compare to Huang Taiyi's eighteen styles of the Heavenly Battle Sword, and in terms of swordsmanship, he can't compare to the Ximen Killing Sword of Mu Ximen, the son of the divine sword. Jianghu swordsmanship ranking, if he squeezes into the top five, I Tang Yixing three words written upside down"

"Xie Changfeng and Mr. Jian are both heroes of the older generation, I only ask the younger generation of talents, who is the first person in kendo"

The yellow-robed swordsman raised his head and squinted at Tang Yixing in Tao Ran Inn, but he couldn't see Tang Yixing at this angle.

"Huang Taiyi is twenty-five this year, Mu Ximen is twenty-three this year, both of them are very young, if my martial arts are also with a sword, I will only find the first swordsman to compete. Never waste your time on a second-rate swordsman."

"Well, it makes sense, so where are Huang Taiyi and Mu Ximen?"

"Hahahaha" Tang Yixing heard this, laughed, and said with a smile: "The one who made you turn around just now was Mu Ximen, the only descendant of the sword god Ximen Blowing Snow"

"Oh" Hearing this, everyone looked at the young man in white just now, that is, Mu Simon. Everyone may be very unfamiliar with the name Muximen, but as soon as the name of Ximen Blowing Snow is mentioned, everyone in the rivers and lakes is in awe.

Because he is Ximen Blowing Snow, a generation of sword gods, Ximen Blowing Snow.

Now everyone's eyes when they look at Musimon are immediately different, and they worship the little star.

At this time, Mu Ximen swept out of the window, he stepped on the flying flowers, and walked to the Tao Ran Inn on the opposite side step by step, and then pulled out the long sword and fell to the ground lightly.

"You can go,"

The yellow-robed swordsman looked at Gongzi Xuan's back, and suddenly felt very eyesore. There was an expression of disgust on his face.

Gongzi Xuan was speechless, put the sword under his armpit, took out the lotus leaf again, broke it, picked up a small bun, and put it in his mouth. led Hua Xiaojian and the two walked all the way.

When he walked in front of Musimon, he wanted to say thank you, but in the end he said another twelve words: "Live well, don't let my sword be too lonely"

"You are undefeated, I will not die" Musimon is even more precious words.

Hua Xiaojian pushed Murong Changtian with his elbow and asked, "What do you mean", Murong Changtian raised the corners of his mouth and told Hua Xiaojian eight words, "The hero is lonely, and the opponent is difficult to find."

Hua Xiaojian nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Your sword is fast"

The yellow-robed swordsman had the same question, but the person who asked it had already changed.

Mu Ximen didn't answer immediately, but stared at the long sword in his hand for a moment, and then said: "Finding someone to compete with a sword is a suspicion of one's own swordsmanship, and a person who even doubts his own swordsmanship will not become the number one swordsman after all."

"If you don't compete with the sword, how can you know who wins and who loses"

"I've only competed with the sword eight times in my life, and every time someone else comes to challenge me, do you know why?"

The yellow-robed swordsman thought for a moment, and then spoke: "They think your swordsmanship is better than theirs, so they came to you to compete with the sword."

Musimon didn't answer, but the truth was clear. At this time, the other six swordsmen on the long street had already gotten up, slowly crossed the crowd, and disappeared around the corner of the long street.

Looking for someone to compare swords, it was originally a suspicion of one's own swordsmanship, a real master would never easily find someone to compare swords, just like Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, if it weren't for the potential desire to drive, the two of them might always be two parallel lines that could not be crossed in their lives.

"If you think you're good at swordsmanship, you can wait and wait for someone to challenge you. Don't waste your time looking for an opponent, if one day you find an opponent, but suddenly you find that you can defeat him, but because of the competition for fame and fortune, you alienate the kendo, and you end up losing, at that time, you only hate yourself"

"If you just blindly practice swords, how can you know the shortcomings of swordsmanship?"

"The shortcomings of the sword are not known after trying it,"

"Oh, how to say it"

"The shortcomings of the sword are the shortcomings of people, there is no invincible sword, only invincible people, I hope that one day, you can forget the sword in your hand. The exercises of the world return to the pure. ”

The yellow-robed swordsman didn't make a move, and on Mu Ximen's body, he saw the shadow of Ximen blowing snow.

He had the courage to face Gongzi Xuan, but he didn't have the courage to face Mu Ximen, he felt that Mu Ximen's understanding of swordsmanship was much better than that of Gongzi Xuan.

The crowd dispersed, the long street returned to calm, and the sellers of rock sugar gourds began to shout again.