Chapter 60. Three of them baated on the pure yang.

is obviously a little friend who plays together, as the last Lu Xiaofeng who knows the news that "Jun Xuan is a princess", he said that he is sad, he is lost, and he wants to have a little love.

So, the "very sad" Lu Daxia decided to borrow wine to drown his sorrows, and decisively ransacked the wine cellar in Baiyun City. Because Ye Gucheng had promised that after Lu Xiaofeng sent Jun Xuan to Wanmei Villa safely, the wine of Baiyun City would be enjoyed by him, so Ye Gucheng chose to turn a blind eye to Lu Xiaofeng's behavior of soaking in his own wine cellar every day.

It's just that for Uncle Zhong, this time he deeply understood the helplessness of that colleague in Wanmei Villa. After all, the City Lord's Mansion has always been strictly governed, and Lu Xiaofeng drank happily, but the old housekeeper had to bother to count and enter the accounts every day.

In the contrast of Lu Xiaofeng, the "evil guest", blowing snow at the West Gate quietly in the courtyard every day is particularly cute. The old housekeeper deliberately instructed the maids and attendants to entertain the confidant of the city lord and the young lady, and secretly made up his mind that he would never let Baiyun City be compared to Wanmei Villa.

Lu Xiaofeng was not a person who could stay still, and after a few days in Baiyun City, he returned to the Central Plains with the caravan. On the contrary, it was Ximen who blew the snow, because of the battle at the top of the Forbidden City, he had some experience. In the days when he was fighting against Ye Gucheng, he also benefited a lot, so he simply stayed in Baiyun City for some more days.

Because of Jun Xuan's retreat, Ye Gucheng spent most of his time discussing with Ximen Blowing Snow. The two of them are both rare swordsmen in the world, Ximen Fuxue is Ye Gucheng's confidant in the world, and the two are the same door in this life, so there are many things to discuss.

There are no distinct four seasons in the South China Sea, and the snow blows at the west gate, and you don't feel the wax moon.

On this day, Ximen blows snow and gets up in the morning to practice swordsmanship. In the open space of a snowy bamboo forest, he stabbed, picked, split, hooked, and repeatedly practiced the most common sword moves. His movements are not fast, and they are not even standard. Ximen Blowing Snow seems to be casually swinging one move after another, there are flaws everywhere, but there are no flaws at all.

——For the former Ximen blowing snow, only fast is not broken. However, after that battle, Simon Blowing Snow's sword began to slow down. He used to be fast, because he wanted to use "fast" to make up for the defects of the sword moves, and when facing the enemy, only faster than the other party could he be invincible.

And now, Ximen Blowing Snow's sword move is no longer a residual move. He is sincere with the sword, but he is even more sincere with himself. has been practicing swords for more than ten years, and the sword intent has long been integrated into Ximen Blowing Snow's gestures. He is sincere to the sword, and he is sincere to himself.

Because he himself is a peerless divine weapon.

And not far from this snow bamboo forest, there is a cliff. The cliff is bottomless, making people feel cold. It's just that at the bottom of the cliff, there is a warm mist steaming.

The blue water at the bottom of the cliff is like a mirror, and a layer of white mist lingers around it. There was a faint smell of sulfur in the air, which made people realize that the turquoise pool was actually a warm spring.

On the mirror-like surface of the lake, a girl dressed in blue lines on a white background stood on top of it with a sword. There was a warm spring beneath her feet, and there was nothing around her to draw on.

Kunlun Gu shooting, is this such a demeanor?

Suddenly, she unsheathed her sword. The long sword of the cold light sank into the water, and the girl jumped up with her strength, and the little deerskin boots made a little ripple on the water. Before the ripples could be shaken, they were frozen into a thin sheet of ice. The girl's long sword seemed to slash at the surface of the water, and the warm spring water was frozen by Sen Ran's sword aura.

"Tai Chi gives birth to two instruments, and the nine turns are all one."

With a soft snort, a Tai Chi circle sprouted under her feet, and the cold ice around her suddenly shattered, submerging into the warm spring water little by little.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, inserted the red lotus decorated with pearls and jade into the scabbard, and slowly walked towards the lake.

Jun Xuan waded into the water, but there was no moisture around him. She was at the bottom of the cliff for nearly two months, and finally subdued the Red Lotus in her hand. Before the Zijin War, Jun Xuan could only restrain the evil aura of the Chixiao Sword with himself, but how could a real swordsman be like this?

Jun Xuan realized the Tao at the bottom of the cliff, and finally had a moment of enlightenment in Taiji. Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing, and the positive yang of Zixia and the yin of Chixiao are not who suppresses whom, but should rely on each other and restrain each other.

This truth, Ximen Chuixue had already mentioned it to Jun Xuan when he saw the Red Lotus for the first time. It's just easier said than done, and it's not until today that Jun Xuan can really do this.

After straightening out his robe, Jun Xuan carried the Red Lotus on his back. Looking up at the cliff that was almost straight up and down, she lightly stepped and jumped a few times, and finally reached the top of the cliff.

After two months, Jun Xuan went out of retreat, and he was more beneficial.

Compared with Ximen Fuxue and Jun Xuan, Ye Gucheng, who was the lord of Baiyun City, seemed to be a little busy. At the end of the year, the general affairs of Baiyun City became even more onerous. Although Baiyun City is in the South China Sea, it also has contacts with the Central Plains martial arts, and even many figures in the DPRK and China have a close relationship with it. People are always busy.

Ordinary Baiyun City gives gifts and entertains guests, only the people in the city, such as the old butler Uncle Zhong, are in charge, but today is very different.

In the warm hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Ye Gucheng, who was dressed in a pure white robe, personally entertained today's guests.

The person who came was wearing a blue-striped Taoist uniform on a white background similar to what Jun Xuan was wearing today, his hair was pulled up by a high crown, he was carrying a sword, there was a wine gourd around his waist, and there was a dust behind his back. He looked to be in his twenties, similar to Ye Gucheng's age.

When this person saw Ye Gucheng, he first bowed respectfully and said, "Xuanyun sees Uncle Juefei." ”

Before he could sin for more than three seconds, the man who called himself "Xuanyun" got up, looked hard behind Ye Gucheng, and "muttered" in a strange loud voice: "Strange, where is the little uncle?" ”

Ye Gucheng's eyes moved away from the official document in his hand, looked at the big dust dangling behind the man, and frowned: "Xuan'er is in retreat." ”

Xuanyun smiled, untied his big dust, and held it in the palm of his hand. Only then did he sit opposite Ye Gucheng and said, "Uncle Juefei, I've heard about it, let's ...... Ahem, I don't know if it's the senior brother or the junior brother who fought on the Forbidden City. ”

Ye Gucheng put away the official document in his hand, but his eyes always fell on the dust that Xuanyun was still shedding. Hearing him mention the snow blowing in Ximen, Ye Gucheng just said calmly: "Xuanqing is a guest in Baiyun City, you can compete with him to fulfill the friendship of the same family." ”

Xuanyun suddenly made a bitter face. He is the same age as Ye Gucheng, and he is even three years earlier than Ye Gucheng, but he has always been a generation shorter than Ye Gucheng in terms of generation. Ye Gucheng has been in Chunyang for five years, and he and Xuanyun can't grow up together, but they are also a little familiar.

Especially after Ye Gucheng took Jun Xuan away, as one of the few pure yang disciples who entered the WTO, the task of visiting Jun Xuan in the South China Sea every year fell on Xuanyun's head. Over the years, Xuanyun has traveled back and forth between Baiyun City and the Central Plains thirty times, to say the least. Let Yuanbei faint when he sees the sea, and he has become "swimming ten miles in the sea without effort".

Pretending to be "aggrieved", Xuanyun snorted, and said pitifully: "Uncle Juefei, you also know, I practice Zixia Gong, and I can only compare and compare swordsmanship or something." "So, let him compete with Simon Blowing Snow, does Uncle Shi want to kill him, kill him, or kill him?

"If you're not good at swordsmanship, you're pretending to be a ghost outside?" Ye Gucheng frowned, and glanced at Xuanyun who was grabbing his dust with some anger.

In fact, Xuanyun is not as unbearable as Ye Gucheng said, he was born in pure yang, and he still understands the gossip and the five elements. When he first entered the rivers and lakes, Xuanyun made a living by deducing life for people and calculating good fortune and evil. Over the years, he has also accumulated some fame, and he opened a Taoist temple somewhere in the suburbs of Shengjing, where businessmen gathered, which is also hidden in the city.

Ye Gucheng didn't look down on Xuan Yun like this, but he was a little disgusted with his big whisk of dust, which was always shedding, and the wine gourd that looked terrifyingly big.

After his own hair was cut into bald hair by his uncle, every time Xuanyun saw Ye Gucheng, "protecting the dust" became the first priority.

Carefully holding the dust in his hand, and resolutely not letting a single hair fall in front of Ye Gucheng, Xuanyun diverted the topic of Fang Cai, and explained to Ye Gucheng the real purpose of his visit this time.

"Uncle Shi, I came this time to bring a message from the Taishi Ancestor. The old man said that since you are not in a hurry to get married, take Uncle Juehui to our Chunyang to have a look. Xuanyun said, and sighed with some emotion: "Oh, when Uncle Juehui went down to Chunyang, it was only the size of two palms, but when she returned to Chunyang, she was already about to get married." ”

Listening to Xuanyun's words, Ye Gucheng's hand holding the tea cup with only white water in it paused. He suddenly remembered the snowy day he was reborn on, presumably, today's pure yang should still be that scene, right?

All these years have come to mind, and Ye Gucheng actually has some sighs. Xuanyun over there was still chattering, but Ye Gucheng suddenly said: "Since this is the case, I will go and ask the owner of Ximen Zhuang if he is willing to go with us." ”

After all, Ximen Chuixue once said that returning to Chongyang is a long-cherished wish of Jingxu.

Xuanyun nodded and said "yes", but he slipped away to see his little uncle - he heard Taiyin Zhenren say, this fellow Xuanqing is a master who draws his sword when he disagrees, and he didn't even let go of Taiyin Zhenren at the beginning, and still stepped forward to make an appointment.

This kind of battle madman-like character, Xuan Yun felt that he couldn't deal with it. In contrast, it is safer to be a soft and small uncle.

Ye Gucheng ignored Xuanyun's careful thoughts, and went to find Ximen to blow snow. Hearing that he could go to pure yang, Ximen Fuxue's eyes lit up, and he agreed to it. Ye Gucheng nodded slightly, and then instructed the old housekeeper to prepare the carriages and horses and clothes for their trip.

The efficiency of the old housekeeper of Baiyun City is very high, and in less than a day, he will be in order.

As soon as Jun Xuan came out, she heard Xuanyun convey the news to her like pouring beans, and her little face, which had always had few expressions, was also a little excited at this moment.

Early the next morning, Ye Gucheng, Jun Xuan and Ximen Fuxue embarked on the journey to Huashan Chunyang Palace, accompanied by Xuanyun. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, when I changed boats and took the carriage, Ye Gucheng and Jun Xuan took a ride, and Xuanyun naturally took a ride with Ximen Blowing Snow.

In the end, it was the same door, and after getting a little familiar with Ximen Blowing Snow, Xuan Yun mentioned his previous worries to Ximen Blowing Snow with palpitations: "Scared me to death, I thought you would make an appointment with me when we met for the first time." ”

Ximen Fuxue was wiping his sword, and when he heard Xuanyun's words, he looked at him complicatedly, and then said coldly: "My master once said that the Pure Yang Palace is all masters of using swords. I don't think so. ”

Xuanyun: "...... QAQ”

#玄云: I always feel despised by my peers, is this my delusion? #

#西门吹雪: I feel that the whole world is slandering me, I really want to draw my sword and break it? #