CHAPTER XVIII. A small daily routine with the sword god.

Lu Xiaofeng had a rare closed-door meal in Wanmei Villa.

Because before leaving, he had already blown snow for Ximen and went to the flying pigeon to pass the book, so Lu Xiaofeng's carriage just stopped at the door of Wanmei Villa, and the old steward of Wanmei Villa, who had been waiting for a long time, invited Jun Xuan in with a smile, but he said to Lu Xiaofeng's face with a whole face, and said expressionlessly: "The owner of the village still has important matters, Lu Gongzi can do it himself." ”

As he spoke, he really closed the door of Wanmei Villa.

Lu Xiaofeng ran an errand, but was turned away, and was so depressed that he almost wanted to drink the wine cellar of Wanmei Villa. However, he is not a person who is inconsiderate of his friends, and Ximen Chuixue deliberately did not let him enter this time, so there must be something that others are not allowed to participate in. Therefore, Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and drove away in the empty carriage.

He deeply felt that since he met Jun Xuan, the little Taoist aunt, he had smiled bitterly more and more.

Jun Xuan followed the kind-looking old butler and walked towards Wanmei Villa. Now is not the season of plum blossoms, but Wanmei Villa has another lush forest and bamboo, which has a cold scene.

Jun Xuan was carrying a long sword, but he was first attracted by the scenery of Wanmei Villa. Seeing this, the old housekeeper smiled slightly, and introduced Jun Xuan softly: "The owner of the village has already ordered, Miss Jun's room is on the west side of this plum forest, and it is separated from the owner of my family by a piece of plum forest. And that piece of Merlin is where the owner of the village practices swords, and the girl can also be together, which is very convenient. ”

Jun Xuan nodded and thanked her, as soon as she approached here, she felt that the sword intent was raging, but it turned out to be a place where Ximen had been blowing snow and practicing swords for several years, so it was no wonder that this would be the case.

Wanmei Villa is very large, but Jun Xuan and the old housekeeper are both martial arts practitioners, so Jun Xuan only used a cup of tea for that long journey.

Simon Blowing Snow was already waiting for her in a gazebo.

The pavilion was surrounded by blue curtains, and when a breeze blew, a man dressed in white could be faintly seen sitting with a sword in his hand. His originally slightly closed eyes suddenly opened at the moment Jun Xuan arrived.

"You're here." Unlike Ye Gucheng's voice, Ximen Blowing Snow cultivated a ruthless sword path, so his voice was colder and less emotional.

Jun Xuan stood silently.

"Would you like to fight me?" Ximen Fuxue knew that Jun Xuan's purpose was not like this, but he still couldn't help but ask. There are too few people in this world who are worthy of being called his opponent, and the one in front of him happens to be one of them.

Jun Xuan seriously looked at Ximen Fuxue from head to toe, nodded slightly, and then shook his head. She said, "Yes, but not now." ”

Ximen Fuxue's face fluctuated a little, his hand slowly rubbed on the hilt of the sword, but his gaze never left Jun Xuan for a moment. He asked coldly, "Until when?" ”

"When you are the same as your senior brother, the sword is free to recruit, and it is no longer a swordsmanship to kill." Jun Xuan flicked his wide sleeves, and said with a somewhat distant gaze: "Maybe three years, maybe five years, maybe thirty years, maybe fifty years." It's also possible that I won't have the chance to draw a sword with you in my lifetime. ”

Ximen Fuxue's face was even colder, he didn't want to say more, but he finally spoke up: "That's my way, it's different from the Baiyun City Lord." ”

Jun Xuan didn't seem to feel the chill on Ximen Blowing Snow, she looked at Ximen Blowing Snow fixedly, her already stunning face was filled with a little dusty temperament, and her voice seemed to be a little ethereal, she said slowly: "The avenue is three thousand, and the different paths are the same." ”

Ximen blew the snow silently, but the momentum around him was no longer pressing. After a long time, he said to Jun Xuan, "Maybe three years, maybe five years, maybe thirty years, maybe fifty years." If there is a battle with you one day in this life, please go to the Pure Yang Sword Peak. ”

Jun Xuan nodded in response.

She knew in her heart that Ximen Fuxue had chosen a path that seemed more lonely and lonely to the world, but that was only his choice. Simon Blowing Snow will not regret it, let alone give up.

Her master, Daoist Chongyi, always said that she was born for swords, but Jun Xuan felt that Ximen Blowing Snow was really born for swords. She was destined to do so and never thought of any other option. And Ximen blowing snow, after spending a lot of money, chose this path by himself.

There was some embarrassment in his heart, but Jun Xuan didn't mention this matter for the time being. She pulled out the long sword in her hand, and turned to blow snow to Ximen: "My pure yang martial arts, and my internal strength are all Zixia Gong, presumably the internal strength of the owner should also be the same." ”

Simon Blowing Snow said: "Yes." ”

Jun Xuan continued: "On that day, the owner of the Xuanguan village made a move, and he was very fierce but did not have the slightest intention of turning back to protect it. ”

Ximen Fuxue said: "The master taught me Zixia Gong, too void sword intent, Northern Darkness sword qi, and heavenly sword power." There are only remnants of pure yang tricks, and Shengtai Chi and Zhenshanhe have to hear about it. ”

Jun Xuan nodded, and then said: "I have nothing else to do, but I can disturb the owner of Wanmei Villa for a long time." It is from sitting and forgetting the scriptures, and the rest of the residual tricks can be slowly completed. ”

Ximen Fuxue's eyes lit up, but he saw that the little girl in a Taoist robe had already flown up, her sword moves were round and through, and her clothes were flying in a trance with a clear spirit of snow. Now it is clearly the twilight of spring, but the snow blowing at the West Gate only feels the coolness coming slowly, and there is only pure yang and snow in the eyes.

Jun Xuan's sword is a sword that is even colder than Ye Gucheng. That coldness stems from the fact that her heart is pure, and there is nothing outside her heart. When she held the sword, the whole person also turned into a sword, how can you expect a sword to carry warmth?

But her sword is not a merciless sword. Her sword moves are not ruthless, and her sword aura is not forceful. She kills, but she doesn't get bloody.

Ximen Fuxue watched Jun Xuan practice sword moves.

His sword has killed a few people in his life, and although he has never killed anyone by mistake, he can't wash away the fierce light on the sword. And in the battle that day, he also saw Ye Gucheng's sword. Ye Gucheng's sword moves were ethereal, but he had a lot to carry after all. Those things didn't slow down his sword moves, but they quenched the heaviness into Ye Gucheng's sword intent.

Only Jun Xuan is different.

How can a Heavenly Favored Person of a Pure Yang not be burdened? How can a woman who has never broken off her love be innocent? However, Jun Xuan's sword was clear, not heavy and undisturbed by the chaos of red dust. She seems to be the first snow of pure yang, there is no dispute between heaven and earth, only floating in the mountains at will.

This is a sword that Simon Blowing Snow has never seen before, but it is undeniable that it is indeed a good sword.

"Sitting and forgetting. Meditate and sit and forget, without dirt and no injury. ”

As the girl's clear voice sounded, Jun Xuan's clothes flicked, and the sword was put into the sheath, adjusting her breathing. After a set of sitting and forgetting the scriptures, she didn't see the slightest tiredness, and there was no sweat on her forehead.

Jun Xuan thought for a while, took out a booklet from his bosom and handed it to Ximen Blowing Snow and said, "This is what I wrote in a hurry, it is a move to sit and forget the scriptures." Pure Yang Martial Arts should not be put on paper, and the owner will destroy it if he sees it. ”

Ximen Fuxue glanced at the handwriting that was not as beautiful as an ordinary woman, but it was quite a style, and finally did not take it. He only said, "No." ”

Ximen Chuixue is an immortal genius, and now Jun Xuan deliberately demonstrates one move at a time, although he has only watched it once, but he has already learned seventy percent. The rest only needs to be carefully understood and rehearsed.

Jun Xuan prepared the books to be prepared, but now when she heard Ximen Blowing Snow say that she didn't have to, she knew that she had done it too much. At that moment, she smiled apologetically at Simon Blowing Snow, and then lightly exhaled the internal force in her palm, turning the book into powder.

It was not early, the old housekeeper came to report that dinner had been prepared, and Ximen Fuxue had dinner with Jun Xuan, and then went back to their rooms, only agreeing to talk about kendo early tomorrow morning.

Ximen Blowing Snow's life has always been regular, and Jun Xuan is also a person who has morning classes every day. The two of them got up very early, and Ximen Blowing Snow was even half an hour earlier than Jun Xuan.

On the first day, Ximen Chuixue waited for Jun Xuan for a quarter of an hour in the sword training ground, and he knew that Jun Xuan's swordsmanship was so exquisite, he must not be a lazy person. After hearing the old housekeeper say that Miss Jun was chanting in the room and doing a morning lesson, Ximen Fuxue didn't wait any longer and got up straight to practice swords.

- They understand each other, but they don't have to change for each other. Do what you have to do, this has always been the code of conduct of Ximen Fuxue and Jun Xuan.

After finishing the morning class, Yin Shi Junxuan came to the sword training ground to practice sword with Ximen Fuxue. said that it was one, but the two of them occupied one side, rarely interfered with each other, and were not afraid of the other party snooping on their sword moves.

Because the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow can't be learned by others, and the two are both people from the Pure Yang Palace, Jun Xuan naturally has no scruples.

After an hour of sword practice, the old butler would come and greet them for dinner. It's really that these two people are people who are easy to forget to sleep and eat, and the old housekeeper watched Ximen Blowing Snow grow up, and he couldn't see him like this.

The little girl is only fifteen years old now, it is the time to grow her body, and she always has to eat after practicing swords in Baiyun City. In order to take care of Jun Xuan's taste, the old housekeeper also deliberately found a cook from the South China Sea.

After eating, Jun Xuan and Ximen Fuxue cleaned their hands and immersed their hands in a pot of medicinal liquid. The liquid medicine in front of the two was different, but the purpose was the same.

The hand is the most important thing for a swordsman. The flexibility of the finger joints, the thickness of the calluses on the fingertips, can affect the level of the person holding the sword. When it comes to the realm of Ximen Blowing Snow and Jun Xuan, the hands are the parts they must carefully maintain.

Ximen Fuxue's fingers were slender, and he didn't have the thick bones of ordinary martial arts practitioners. His hands are nimble and steady, and every muscle of his fingers contains strength. The liquid medicine in front of him was transparent, with only a slight smell of medicine, and it was configured to ensure that his joints were flexible.

And Jun Xuan's fingers are soft and white and slender, and there is no thin cocoon unique to Jianghu women. She has swung her sword hundreds of thousands of times in her life, how can she not have calluses? was born, but she took it raw with medicine, because those calluses would hinder her sense of the sword.

After a while, the two of them pulled their hands out of the water and applied a layer of cream to each of them.

After lunch, Ximen Fuxue will practice his sword moves in front of Jun Xuan, Jun Xuan occasionally points out the flaws or fallacies in his inheritance, and when watching Ximen Fuxue's sword moves, she herself occasionally has a feeling, and she will swing the sword directly.

The day did not end until they returned to their rooms after dinner. The other day repeated.

Jun Xuan stayed in Wanmei Villa for three whole months, until, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly knocked on the door of Wanmei Villa again.

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