Chapter 65. I Pure Yang (2)

In Jun Xuan's world, her five senses are extinguished. She can't hear or see the things in the outside world, and the only thing left between heaven and earth is the falling snow of the pure yang for many years.

In the midst of the falling snow, an old man in a white and blue robe with kind eyebrows was slowly smiling at her. Then, he pointed to her eyebrows. Jun Xuan only felt a chill between her eyebrows, and then there was a burst of warmth.

The warmth enveloped her, making her involuntarily pull out the sword at her waist.

Flying out of the Sanqing Palace, the whistling mountain wind of Huashan could not calm Jun Xuan's boiling blood. She seemed to have forgotten all her previous sword moves, and could only let the warmth carry her to review little by little.

The sword moves were crazy and unorganized, even when Jun Xuan was young and first learned swordsmanship, he had never had such a bad moment. However, Jun Xuan did not feel the slightest panic. She relaxed herself and swung her sword moves with the heat that rose in her body.

"The Avenue Invisible ......"

In the chaos, a cold male voice tore through the fog in front of Jun Xuan's eyes. Jun Xuan only felt that the Lingtai was clear for a while, and the surging power gradually merged into her sea of qi.

At the last moment, Jun Xuan swiped his hand, leaving a deep sword mark on the blue brick in front of the Sanqing Palace. A pair of clear eyes suddenly opened, and Jun Xuan exhaled softly.

It is the season of the wax moon, which is already a frosty breath, and through that thin breath, the girl's eyes are like washing. Her raised wrists were like frost and snow, and there was no longer a circle of red marks shaped like the words "Pure Yang in a lifetime", and there was a little more cinnabar between her eyebrows.

It's just a little cinnabar! The mark between the eyebrows made Jun Xuan's face immature, and the whole person became immortal. She quietly looked at the man who was walking quickly, and in her eyes, the waves had calmed down.

Ye Gucheng's body stiffened, and he hadn't spoken yet, but he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. In the five years of Pure Yang, Ye Gucheng thought that he was used to the cold here, but at this moment, he really felt that Pure Yang was an extremely cold place.

It was so cold that he didn't want to say a word to his wife who hadn't passed through the door now, he just wanted to take her back before she spoke—back to Baiyun City, where only that was their home.

However, it is definitely not Ye Gucheng who can deceive himself.

"Xuan'er." He looked at the girl in front of him with a calm face, no sadness or joy in his eyes, and a thousand words rolled down his lips, but in the end he could only call her name.

Jun Xuan nodded to Ye Gucheng, withdrew the Chixiao Red Lotus in his hand to his waist, and then called, "Senior brother." ”

The girl's voice was already cold, and she had no emotion at the moment. Jun Xuan has always called Senior Brother Ye Gucheng, and those two words represent the bond between the two of them, and they also carry the ten years between them. And now, Jun Xuan still calls Ye Gucheng her senior brother, but it is because he is indeed her senior brother.

The people present were all masters with swords, so they all understood.

After being ignited by Dao Ancestor, Jun Xuan's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds. And she finally embarked on the path that seemed destined - not ruthless, but taking the common people into her heart. Compared with this common life, the love between men and women seems to have been reduced to the last stream, and it is not worth thinking about.

Those who are favored by heaven must also bear the weight that they cannot bear. Because of heavenly creation, it is never paid in vain.

There seemed to be a touch of pain in Ye Gucheng's amber eyes, but he was Ye Gucheng in the end. Imprinted the girl with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows on the bottom of her eyes, Ye Gucheng restrained the tenderness in her heart between her eyebrows.

He raised his black-sheathed sword and looked at Jun Xuan with a look of scrutiny and respect for his opponent. Pursing his somewhat chapped lips slightly, Ye Gucheng said slowly: "But please fight." ”

He made a war against Jun Xuan. Even though Ye Gucheng had been waiting for this day before, but people's hearts were not wood and stone, Ye Gucheng asked himself, if this day really came, would he really be able to deal with it calmly?

It's just that no matter what, he will definitely do his best in this battle. This is the respect for the Heavenly Being, and his son deserves this kind of respect.

Jun Xuan's gaze that fell on his sword moved to Ye Gucheng's face.

She was suddenly unsure of what kind of feelings she had for this man. Before today, Ye Gucheng and the sword in his hand were enough to form Jun Xuan's entire world. Even if Jun Xuan knew that guarding the world was his destiny from birth, in all fairness, the people in the world were compared to his senior brother...... It's really not that important.

And today, Jun Xuan knew that he had changed. She clearly remembered everything with Ye Gucheng, and she also clearly remembered the feelings she had for him. However, she could no longer take him so seriously.

For example, Jun Xuan in the past could die for Ye Gucheng without hesitation, but now Jun Xuan can still do so. For Ye Gucheng's feelings, she can not spare her life. But if Ye Gucheng did something to disturb the well-being of Li Min, even if Jun Xuan was in pain, he would also fight against him.

For example, in the past, Jun Xuan would draw a sword against Ye Gucheng, but it was just a competition between senior brothers and sisters. And now Jun Xuan will draw his sword against Ye Gucheng, it is because they are equally superb swordsmen, and there will inevitably be this battle between them, just like the battle between Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng is unavoidable.

Many chaotic thoughts flashed through Jun Xuan's heart, but such a respectable opponent's appointment battle would not work if he didn't respond well.

Looking at the mountain peaks stretching behind him, Jun Xuan said, "Please go up to Sword Peak." ”

With that, she took the lead and left.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were a dense fog that could not be dissolved, and he looked at the back that was getting smaller and smaller, and he also kept up. Many years ago, the fate of the Heavenly Favored Person, whom the Governor of Chongyi had told him, "with the power of one person, to cover the light of a lifetime", suddenly appeared in his heart.

Once for this sentence, Ye Gucheng was curious and looked forward to it. But now, he felt that this sentence sounded more like a curse.

On the sword peak, the green pine is still the same. The girl in a Taoist robe thrust the long sword in her hand into the snow under Panasonic with the scabbard, and after a while, another black sheath sword was also inserted next to it.

Jun Xuan and Ye Gucheng have known each other for fifteen years, and there is no one else in this world who is more familiar with each other than them. Needless to say, the two long swords were unsheathed together!

Their sword moves are not fast, and at first glance, they are more like a man and a woman practicing swords together. But when the swords in their hands staggered, they burst out with a terrifying sword intent. That burst of sword intent crushed the falling snow and the cold wind, as if it wanted to crush a qiē in the world.

Ximen Blowing Snow and Chongyi Dao Chang looked at this battle situation, and Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes flashed slightly. The two people who are fighting, he has fought before. At that time, the two people couldn't say that they didn't do their best, but compared with the two people today, they were far from the same.

Their sword moves have reached the point of true purity, and when they fight against themselves, they are mixed with all kinds of unspeakable feelings. However, the two who have already talked about marriage, should their sword moves when they fight really be so pure?

If Jun Xuan broke off his mortal feelings because of the enlightenment of the Dao Ancestor, then what was the reason for Ye Gucheng? Ximen Fuxue watched quietly from the side, and couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart.

The long swords intertwined, and the two white afterimages intertwined and separated. Ye Gucheng and Jun Xuan are constantly changing their moves, because they know each other best, and before they really make moves, they have already been recognized by the other party about their sword moves.

"Not good!"

Daoist Chongyi's eyes widened suddenly, and Ximen Fuxue also had a somewhat unbelievable look. Daoist Chongyi was convinced of the Pure Yang Heavenly Favor, and Ximen Fuxue also felt that he could not defeat Jun Xuan. Even so, they definitely didn't think that Ye Gucheng would be defeated.

On the Sword Peak was at the top of Mount Hua, and after a muffled sound, a man in a white robe suddenly leaned back and fell straight down from the Lunjian Peak! And that last move, Chongyi Dao Chang and Ximen Fuxue could see clearly, the long sword in Jun Xuan's hand had pierced the robe on Ye Gucheng's chest, and Ye Gucheng's sword was still half an inch away from Jun Xuan!

Half an inch, when the master makes a move, it feels like a millimeter difference. Because of this half an inch, even if Jun Xuan finally gave up, and no one died, it could not be denied that Ye Gucheng was defeated.

What's more, now he has fallen off a cliff!

The calmness on Jun Xuan's face was shattered with Ye Gucheng's backward figure - yes, before that, her expression had always been calm, whether it was fighting Ye Gucheng or defeating the senior brother she had always admired. Jun Xuan's face has always been peaceful, as if the outcome of this battle should have been like this.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jun Xuan jumped down with Ye Gucheng. At this moment, Jun Xuan only felt a sharp pain in her chest, and she personally pulled her senior brother down from the altar from her heart, but she never thought that it would be such a result.

Between the lightning and flint, Jun Xuan couldn't refine what would happen if he jumped down like this. The emperor's aunt, the hidden door, the common people, and the pure yang heavenly family, each of these identities is a heavy pressure, but in the end, it can't withstand the weight of the old things in the South China Sea in her heart.

Jun Xuan was a spirit, and suddenly he was forced to cry. She felt that Fang Cai's state of mind was very strange, and Fang Cai's self was also very strange. Jun Xuan has never regretted using a sword, but at this moment, she asked herself, if the senior brother really had something wrong because of this, could she really have no regrets?

Do you regret it? The old man does not ask each other, who does he say with whom he repents?

That tear seemed to fall on Ye Gucheng's fingertips, and he suddenly sighed in his heart—forget it, why would he use such a method on a little girl who was only fifteen years old and was about to become his wife. Competing with her responsibilities, this is simply something that only hairy boys would do.

In the unstoppable downward trend, Ye Gucheng stretched out his hand and dragged the little girl who was getting closer and closer to him into his arms. He fell on his back and protected the little girl in a Taoist robe tightly in his arms.

only heard a "plop", and the two fell into a cold spring together. It was the middle of winter, the water in the pond was cold, and Ye Gucheng had a little luck and brought Jun Xuan to the shore.

Under the Sword Peak is the Yangtian Pool, and the pure Yang disciples sometimes have cliffs to learn, and it does not hurt people to fall into this pool.

Pure Yang is cold, and when Jun Xuan comes out of the water, his eyebrows and eyes are covered with a thin layer of frost. Ye Gucheng was also soaked, but he didn't care that his hair was still dripping. Holding the little girl in her arms with a pale face and only a little red like blood in her eyebrows, Ye Gucheng stepped into the clouds, fell on the cliff a few times, and soon returned to the cliff.

Seeing that the two of them were fine, Daoist Chongyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ximen Fuxue glanced at Ye Gucheng with a complicated face, he always felt that in a corner of his heart, the image of Ye Gucheng, an opponent and confidant, had silently collapsed.

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