CHAPTER XIII. The identity of Simon Blowing Snow.

This is already the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow and the final blow of Ye Gucheng.

This blow was only for a moment, but for Ye Gucheng, it seemed that he had spent his past and present lives. It's a knot in his heart.

Simon blowing snow, these four words are his uneasy thoughts in the world. In his previous life, he died under the sword of this man, even if he had no complaints, he was not without regrets. He always regretted that he couldn't fight Simon Blowing Snow quickly. Such regrets have always haunted his heart, and even the five years of pure yang snow can't erase it.

And now, it is time for Ye Gucheng to untie the knot.

It's a blazing fast sword!

Simon Blowing Snow's sword broke through the air, and he had a feeling as if he had waited so many years just to stab such a sword.

Ye Gucheng's sword seemed to be tied by an invisible silk thread, and at the other end of the thread, a little girl was tied. She was still so young, innocent and unloved. She was completely dependent on him, but Ye Gucheng understood that this little girl didn't know what love was. In the moment when her chaos was not opened, he had already broken through because of his protection of her.

Jun Xuanzhi actually had a profound impact on Ye Gucheng.

The sword rises and falls.

Ximen Blowing Snow is only for this sword, but Ye Gucheng's sword is in the way. It seems that the winner has been decided, but the result is unexpected.

After that sword, Simon Chuixue was defeated. His sword was still a line away from Ye Gucheng's throat, but Ye Gucheng's sword had already pierced the skin on his chest.

There was still blood on his chest, but Ximen Fuxue still smiled - begging for benevolence, he died when he heard the word, why didn't he laugh?

But something even more unexpected happened, and Simon did not fall.

He was defeated, but he didn't die - Ye Gucheng's sword only pierced his shirt and cut his skin, but it didn't pierce his heart. Ximen Fuxue's injuries were lighter than those suffered by Jun Xuan's schoolgirl, so he didn't fall.

At that last moment, Ye Gucheng was actually able to stop his full attack.

For a swordsman who does not regret his sword and returns his blood, this is simply an incredible thing.

Simon Fuxue looked at his shallow wound and was silent for a long time. The battle intent in his eyes was extinguished, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into a mysterious realm, and the surrounding qi qi gradually disappeared in front of his eyes, and there was only the sword of Ye Gucheng in front of him.

A thin layer of sweat gradually oozed from his forehead, and his white clothes were no longer neat. Simon Blowing Snow seemed to have never had such a wolf moment, but his eyes suddenly opened with a brilliance that had never been seen before.

His gaze brushed over his sword, and then fell on Ye Gucheng's face. Ximen Fuxue said to Ye Gucheng: "I understand. Then, his gaze fell on Jun Xuan, who was looking up at them, and continued, "Your sword is indeed her sword. ”

In that silence, Ximen Chuixue thought of the last sword when Jun Xuan and Su Shaoying fought against each other. At that moment, the figures of Jun Xuan and Ye Gucheng seemed to coincide subtly.

Ximen Fuxue suddenly understood-Jun Xuan's sword had Ye Gucheng's shadow, how could Ye Gucheng not be affected by Jun Xuan at all? This little girl has already led Ye Gucheng onto another path, and has also broken the deadlock that he and Ye Gucheng had to save one of their swords.

It's just that, after this, their ways have been completely different.

Ximen Chuixue didn't feel envious, but he had some feelings like rejoicing - he could already foresee that he would not have to worry about having no opponent for many years to come.

"When will we fight again?" Just like Ximen Blowing Snow understands Ye Gucheng, how can Ye Gucheng not understand Ximen Blowing Snow. So Ye Gucheng withdrew his sword, and his tone was also a little smiling.

Simon lowered his eyes for a moment, and threw his sword downward, just in time to sink into the scabbard. As soon as he spit out, the sword on the ground returned to his hand. He whispered, "Three years at the least, five years at the most." ”

In three or five years, he will definitely have a breakthrough. After this battle, he has already realized something.

"Okay."

Ye Gucheng responded, jumped off the roof, pulled out the scabbard on the ground, and withdrew his sword into the scabbard.

This should have been the beginning of the world-shattering World War without warning, and ended quietly. There were only three people present, and only these three people understood the meaning of this battle. But that's enough.

Simon Fuxue stood on the ridge of the roof and turned to leave, but there was nothing for him to do here. Lu Xiaofeng, the case of the King of the Golden Peng, has already made a decision, and he has had a long-cherished wish for many years, and he should return to Wanmei Villa at this moment.

At this time, he was held by a hand at the corner of his clothes. Jun Xuan didn't know when she had jumped onto the roof, but just now he and Ye Gucheng were so focused that no one noticed her.

Ye Gucheng's brows furrowed almost invisibly, and Ximen Fuxue, who was holding the corner of his clothes, also restrained his strength to jump towards the outside of the Jeweled Treasure Pavilion and stood back on the roof.

His gaze swept down, and the red marks on the wrist of the little white hand were dazzling, and the layers of white veil wrapped around it had been untied by Jun Xuan.

I am pure yang.

As he grew older, the red marks lingering on Jun Xuan's wrists became more and more blood-red and profound, and they became clearer.

Ximen Blowing Snow was very light, and he saw these four words clearly. He saw it clearly, so he returned to the Jeweled Qi Pavilion with Jun Xuan.

He had a premonition about this, and now it was just confirmed.

Ye Gucheng looked at the two people who flew together, his eyes fell on his junior sister's wrist that had never taken off the white veil, and a touch of clarity appeared in his eyes.

This place is not a good place to talk, but fortunately, the lake pavilion where Yan Tieshan feasted yesterday had been rested, so the three of them simply went there together.

They could say anything else, but then they had to find a secluded place to say the things they wanted. Because of this matter, it has to do with pure yang.

Junxuan and Ximen Chuixue were already suspicious when they saw each other's moves. It's just that Jun Xuan deliberately used Ye Gucheng's flying immortal swordsmanship, and Ximen Blowing Snow had already created his own swordsmanship like Ye Gucheng, and Chunyang's sword moves were broken by him and quenched in one move. Jun Xuan hurriedly saw Ximen blowing snow and making a move, so he didn't dare to confirm it.

It wasn't until the battle between Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng that Jun Xuan confirmed his guess. There are not many Pure Yang disciples, she can't say that she has seen every one, but her senior brother must know each of them. Seeing that Ye Gucheng didn't seem to have the same feeling, Fang Cai Junxuan quickly figured out the joints.

Talent related, even if no one teaches him, Jun Xuan is familiar with all the history of Pure Yang. Those old things lingered in her mind, and she dreamed of them night and night, as if she had gone through eight hundred years of life in vain, and experienced a long time with Chunyang. So she immediately thought of Ximen Blowing Snow's teacher.

On that day, Lu Dongbin had a total of six disciples, who had gone through the turmoil, and the pure sun and snow were deep. If there are still people in this world who can use pure yang kung fu, it must be Xie Liuyun, who betrayed pure yang due to a misunderstanding that day.

Now that the decisive battle between Ximen Blowing Snow and her senior brother is over, Jun Xuan came to find Ximen Blowing Snow for verification.

Sitting down slightly, the three of them each had their swords in their knees, and Jun Xuan opened his mouth first: "Jun Xuan, pure yang jade is in the same vein, Li Wangsheng is under the door." Jue Zi generation, Dao number Jue Hui. ”

Ye Gucheng raised his hand to wrap the white yarn on Jun Xuan's wrist, and said: "Ye Gucheng, pure yang jade is in the same vein, Jue Fei." ”

I don't know if it's Jun Xuan's illusion, she always feels that when Ximen Fuxue heard her and her senior brother's words, his face was distorted for a moment.

The distortion flashed, and Simon Fuxue's face soon became as usual without a trace of expression. He lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Ximen blows snow, pure yang is quiet and void, and Xie Yunliu is under the door." Dao Trumpet ......" There was a strange pause, and Ximen Fuxue continued: "Xuanqing." ”

Ye Gucheng knew why he felt that Ximen Blowing Snow's strange expression was very familiar—when he was in Chunyang, such expressions often appeared on the faces of his nephews and apprentices.

The generation of Juezi in Pure Yang is extremely high, and it is true that the generation of Xuanzi in Ximen Blowing Snow is not low in Pure Yang - it just happens to be lower than the generation of Juezi. In other words, no matter what the master of Ximen Blowing Snow was in the previous life, the one who Blowing Snow in Ximen in this life is indeed the same as Ye Gucheng's teacher, and he is unfortunately shorter than Ye Gucheng.

Things in the world are so coincidental. Ye Gucheng didn't know whether to laugh or sympathize with Ximen Blowing Snow. But he didn't laugh - although Simon Fuxue became his nephew, he was still a respected opponent. So, Ye Gucheng coughed lightly before saying: "You and I are confidants, and we are friends." ”

Simon Blowing Snow's face softened a lot, and he nodded, reluctant to say more.

In fact, Xie Yunliu had already betrayed Pure Yang eight hundred years ago, and Ximen Chuixue could have denied this identity that made him a little embarrassed. But his teachers have been passed down from generation to generation according to the generations of Pure Yang, and what they have taught are also Pure Yang's martial arts.

Returning to Pure Yang is the only last wish left by his master Xie Yunliu, and it is also the only requirement for his disciples.

It's a pity that this long-cherished wish was fulfilled by his descendants after 800 years. Therefore, Simon Blowing Snow admitted that he was a pure yang.

The old things are sad, and Jun Xuan is particularly touched. However, after all, the three of them are not people who indulge in old things, so Jun Xuan quickly reined in his feelings, and said to Ximen Blowing Snow: "Just now, I watched you fight against your senior brother, and the pure yang trick seems to be just a residual trick, and you won't forget the scriptures at all." But something went wrong with the inheritance? ”

Ximen Fuxue did not hide anything and said: "I have a maximum of two people per generation, and most of the time there is only one person, and many exercises have been scattered. ”

Jun Xuan didn't speak, but his eyes looked at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng sighed and nodded.

After getting the approval of his senior brother, Jun Xuan said to Ximen Blowing Snow: "In this case, I will teach you to sit and forget the scriptures, and complete the moves for you, okay?" ”

People all over the world, including Lu Xiaofeng, will definitely think that the girl is crazy when they hear that a little girl wants to teach Ximen how to blow snow and sword moves.

But Ximen Fuxue really responded, and he said to Jun Xuan and Ye Gucheng: "Wanmei Villa, sweep the couch to greet each other." Then he stopped staying, and a white shadow flashed, and the snow blowing at the west gate was gone.

#恭喜城主从 "disposable opponents" become "recyclable opponents"#

#忽然多了两个见鬼的师叔, Ximen Blowing Snow is stunned today#