Chapter 66. Simon Juju, who was targeted.

At first glance, Jun Xuan suddenly fainted in Ye Gucheng's arms.

Looking at the two apprentices who were soaking wet, Chongyi Dao Chang breathed a sigh of relief. Glaring at Ye Gucheng fiercely, he said, "Why don't you hurry up and take Senior Sister Juehui to the room to rest!" Jue Fei, why are you so reckless. ”

Listening to the master's reprimand, Ye Gucheng lowered his head.

In a certain sense, he and Jun Xuan are different.

If it was him who "broke off love" today, then his little girl would probably leave him obediently, right? That kind of departure is not weakness, nor is it that she doesn't love deeply enough, but Jun Xuan admires Ye Gucheng too much, so Ye Gucheng's Tao is more sacred to her than her own.

And Ye Gucheng, he is a swordsman, but he is also the lord of a city. Even, for the sake of the Ye family's long-cherished wish, he was once cultivated as the lord of the world. Ruthlessness and means, Ye Gucheng is not lacking. This time, he was ruthless to himself, just to bet on his status in Jun Xuan's heart.

Ye Gucheng didn't need Jun Xuan to hold him up to the altar in his heart, but he couldn't bear her to see him as someone who could give up. No matter how bitter and bitter the reason for giving up is.

Because Ye Gucheng and Jun Xuan had already made a white-headed vow, any form of departure was a betrayal.

When the little girl jumped off the Sword Peak with him with a panicked face but without hesitation, Ye Gucheng knew that he had won the bet this time.

Ye Gucheng disdained to use means when he was settling Baiyun City, and disdained to use means when he was plotting the world, but he used means when he wanted to confirm the heart of a little girl he raised since he was a child-not only did he use it, but he was also so clumsy, and it was no wonder that Ximen Fuxue's eyes were complicated when he looked at him.

Ye Gucheng took Jun Xuan to the room where he lived in Chunyang when he was young, and changed it himself, and then he walked out of the door.

Ximen Fuxue was standing outside the courtyard, and when he saw Ye Gucheng coming out, he pursed his lips slightly and said, "You are defeated." ”

If this sentence is said by others, it may only contain ridicule and ridicule. However, Simon Fuxue's face was calm, and what he said was just the truth.

Ye Gucheng was also calm, he bowed his head and repeated softly: "Yes, I am defeated." ”

"This is the strength of the true Pure Yang Heavenly Grace?" Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes were bright, more dazzling than the stars in the night sky after the pure sun and snow.

Ye Gucheng was silent for a while, but shook his head: "I have done my best, and Xuan'er is still at ease." ”

No one knows better than Ye Gucheng, who is really fighting against Jun Xuan, and now Jun Xuan's sword moves, even if it are him, cannot be defeated.

Cover the light of a lifetime with one person, so that those who use swords of the same generation will never win the first day.

Ye Gucheng has heard this sentence for more than 20 years, and he has been waiting for 15 years. Many times, Ye Gucheng didn't know what he was waiting for, and it wasn't until the moment he was really defeated by Jun Xuan that he suddenly realized that he was waiting for this defeat.

After two lives, due to fate, Ye Gucheng has indeed reached the peak of the way of the sword. He has been practicing the sword for more than 40 years, and only one defeat can make him see a higher pursuit. That defeat was the light in the chaos, for Ye Gucheng, it was not to cover his brilliance, but to let him see the farther way.

Ximen Fuxue couldn't help but clench the long sword in his hand, and then he slowly let go of his hand. Two men in white with swords are facing each other, white clothes like snow, white clouds and lonely moons.

Only the two of them themselves understand the meaning of the Heavenly Favorite, with such a person in front of Zhuyu, how dare they call it lonely? Only by catching up and seeking the supreme sword. Even if they lose in the future, their lives will be interesting.

And Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue didn't notice it, and when they were talking in a low voice, the little girl who was wrapped tightly on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

Jun Xuan only felt that her body was sore, and she had a sense of detachment after typhoid fever. A cold hand rested on her somewhat hot forehead, Jun Xuan was slightly stunned, and immediately recognized the person standing at the head of her bed.

"Master." Jun Xuan coughed and wanted to get up.

"Don't move, you still have a fever." Daoist Chongyi gently pressed Jun Xuan, who wanted to get up, pulled over a chair and sat down, he didn't remove the hand on Jun Xuan's shoulder.

looked at the pale little girl with some pity, and said to Chong Yi: "Juehui, look, your shoulders are so thin, do you think you can really carry the people in the world?" ”

Jun Xuan bit her lip, but said very firmly: "Although it is difficult, Juehui should bear it!" ”

"Then you're going to bear everything, what is your nephew going to do with it?" However, the head of Chongyi did not agree, and he did not realize how disrespectful his words were to the emperor.

"But I'm ...... But I ......."

Daoist Chong Yi shook his head, looked into Jun Xuan's eyes, and interrupted her words: "Juehui, you see, as far as Yu Chunyang is concerned, you have our division commander above you and many teachers and nephews below. It's true that you are a pure yang god, but how can we men let the rise and fall of a faction fall on the head of your little girl? ”

After a slight pause, Daoist Chongyi continued: "In the same way, in this world, there are thousands of men in the frontier, there are tens of millions of capable people in various places, and there are also ninety-five honors in the court. The people of the world perform their duties, although there are people in need, can they let you save them one by one? ”

Faced with the teacher's question, Jun Xuan suddenly lost his words. Of course, she wants the four seas to be peaceful, and she wants the world to be clear and clear. However, wherever the sun shines, there will inevitably be suffering. And those sufferings, is Dao Ancestor's original intention really to let her, a heavenly being, save them one by one?

Daoist Chongyi raised his hand and rubbed the little girl's soft hair, with love in his voice: "Juehui, before you, Pure Yang has not appeared in the Heavenly Favor for three hundred years, but Pure Yang has never been cut off here. Do you know why? ”

Jun Xuan looked at Daoist Chongyi in confusion, and the latter continued: "That's because for the children of Pure Yang, the Heavenly Family is more like a kind of faith. Even in those three hundred years, we have always believed that the Heavenly Favor is the one who exists, and the Dao Ancestor has never left us. In this case, as long as the Dao Ancestor has not left for a day, there is no reason for our Pure Yang inheritance to be severed. ”

Daoist Chong Yi looked at this little girl who was a little thin, with some expectations in his eyes, and seemed to be asking silently-Juehui, are you willing to live as a pure yang faith and a belief in the world? Are you willing to be a person who will give people peace of mind and hope just by mentioning your name? Would you like to?

Daoist Chongyi didn't say these words, but Jun Xuan already understood.

She nodded solemnly at Daoist Chongyi, but suddenly felt a sense of relief that she had never felt before. Perhaps, she was too persistent before. Sometimes, she should really learn from Lu Xiaofeng and make herself a little more relaxed.

Daoist Chongyi quickly left Jun Xuan and Ye Gucheng's room. Jun Xuan had a good night's sleep, and when she woke up early in the morning, she found herself in a familiar embrace again.

A qiē has changed, but yet, it seems like a qiē has never happened.

Jun Xuan and his party originally wanted to stay in the Pure Yang Palace for a few more days, but Daoist Chongyi let them go, obviously unwilling to stay with them longer. It's not that Chongyi Dao is indifferent, but that Pure Yang lives in seclusion, and it is not beautiful to leave a few "people in the world" for too long.

The New Year is approaching, Ximen Chuixue wanted to invite Jun Xuan and Ye Gucheng to go to Wanmei Villa for the New Year, but Ye Gucheng is not only the lord of Baiyun City, but also the patriarch of the Ye clan, and many other matters such as worshipping ancestors at the New Year Pass still need to be handled by him. What's more, there have been so many incidents this year, not only has Baiyun City had one more city lord's wife, but the Ye family has also ended many years of old things, and Ye Gucheng always needs to pay homage to his ancestors.

In this case, it was not good to stay in Ximen to blow snow, and the three of them parted ways under Mount Hua and returned home.

Jun Xuan and Ye Gucheng went all the way unhindered and soon arrived at the South China Sea, but the snow blowing at the West Gate was not so smooth. He didn't expect that his battle with Huashan Seven Swords at Huashan Mountain Gate was just the beginning.

The road from Huashan to Wanmei Villa lasted about seven days, and on this way, there were no less than ten people who challenged him, and not all of these ten people used swords, but also sneak attacks.

Simon Blowing Snow keenly noticed that someone was deliberately revealing his whereabouts. "Killing Ximen Blowing Snow" is a huge piece of cake drawn by someone, seeking revenge or fame, and people in the rivers and lakes always flock to it. After all, after the Forbidden World War, Ximen Fuxue was pulled off the altar, so there are always people who want to take a risk.

On the spacious official road, the West Gate was once again stopped by someone blowing snow. If this person formally challenged, Ximen Fuxue would always give him a minimum of respect. But this time, it was a cold arrow shot from the shadows that stopped him.

Ximen Fuxue drew his sword and stabbed it, breaking the cold arrow in half, and then he jumped up, stepped on the arrow that had not yet landed, and stabbed at the green pine next to the official road. The tip of Ximen's sword went directly into the man's throat, and with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Ximen Fuxue returned the sword into the sheath.

Looking at the dead corpse, Simon Fuxue secretly frowned.

"Come out."

Simon's sound of blowing snow was cold, much colder than the gale of winter.

He didn't pay attention when he was in Huashan, but he was stopped many times on the way back, and if he could no longer detect the gaze that peeked at him in the dark, he would not be Ximen blowing snow.

Half an hour later, under the shade of dense green pines, a young man in a royal blue robe walked out. His face was very white and pale, as if all the blood on his face had been taken away by the cold wind. His steps were also a little messy, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Ximen Blowing Snow, and only the hands clenched on both sides revealed his strong composure.

Simon Blowing Snow glanced at him and said coldly, "What do you want?" "He doesn't have a sword, and Simon doesn't kill the unarmed.

The bland words shattered the young man's composure, and the last trace of blood on his face had faded. With a white face, he knelt down in front of Ximen Fuxue with a "poof".

"Help me! I can give you anything, save me! ”

Simon Blowing Snow didn't look at him, turned around and left—in this world, there may be people who kneel in front of Simon Blowing Snow and beg him not to kill him, but they kneel and beg him to save people...... It's ridiculous.

Looking at Simon Blowing Snow's back, the young man seemed to react at once, he quickly took two steps on his knees, and reached out to grab the corner of Simon Blowing Snow's robe.

How could Simon blow the snow allow him to get close? He was about to draw his sword, but he was stopped by the man's words.

On the cold snow, a man cried profusely, but said vaguely to Ximen Blowing Snow: "The owner of the village saved my life, and I will ...... In the future, half of the Western Demon Sect will be yours! Save me! ”

Western Demon Cult.

As soon as these four words came out, Simon Blowing Snow's hand that had already covered the sword was put down. He thought, he knew who this man was.