CHAPTER XXXV. Simon's life history.

Lu Xiaofeng ran very fast, and after he became famous, he rarely ran light power to the extreme like this. But he had to run, not only because there were three martial arts old men chasing him behind him, but also because he knew the rules of Simon blowing snow.

Once it is night, even if he dies at the door of Wanmei Villa, Ximen Blowing Snow will not open the door for him.

Simon Blowing Snow is such a person who can break any of his own rules for his friends. But if he doesn't want to, then no one can force him.

The three friends of Sui Han have been closely following behind Lu Xiaofeng, after all, they are old, even though their internal strength is deep, but it is still a little difficult to catch Lu Xiaofeng - especially when Lu Xiaofeng has taken the lead and has a full body.

The distance between the round sun on the horizon seemed to be only a finger's distance from the horizon, Lu Xiaofeng was very thirsty and tired, but his eyes burst out with dazzling essence. He swept over a dead branch and finally arrived at the door of Wanmei Villa.

As if anticipating that he would come, the door of Wanmei Villa suddenly opened. A man dressed in white stood behind the door, with a shallow layer of snowflakes on his shoulders, apparently having been waiting here for a long time.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart suddenly relaxed. He slowed down and breathed a sigh of relief: "Simon." ”

Ximen Fuxue nodded to him and let Lu Xiaofeng stand behind him.

Lone Pine, who was at the forefront, saw Simon blowing snow, but he didn't move, because he instinctively sensed the danger. And Han Mei, who followed closely, sneered: "Is Lu Xiaofeng still a little girl from someone's family, who can only hide behind others?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng's breathing was already smooth, he shook the purse hooked on his fingers, and did not speak.

Hanmei's eyes were fierce, and she was about to step forward to snatch it.

The distance between him and Lu Xiaofeng is not far, but sometimes, that distance is almost the same. Because, they are separated by the gate of Wanmei Villa, if the west gate blows snow unwillingly, no one can step into his Wanmei Villa.

Hanmei wants to step in, but the end is only death.

No one could see how Simon Fuxue drew his sword, or rather, he didn't draw it at all. Hanmei's throat is stuck with a blooming plum blossom, and the pink and white petals on it are gradually dyed red by Hanmei's blood.

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly found that his friend seemed to have entered another realm. For Ximen Chuixue, the breakthrough of the realm sometimes only requires an epiphany, so this is nothing unusual. It's just that Lu Xiaofeng always thought that the opportunity for Ximen to blow snow to break through would be the Forbidden War. Goodbye now, but it doesn't seem to be.

Looking at the plum blossom that was obviously broken down at random, and blinking, Lu Xiaofeng said: "I thought that your Wanmei Villa did not have plum blossoms." ”

Ximen Fuxue killed a martial arts master-level figure with a shot, but he didn't even mess up his breath. He stood where he was, lowered his eyes, and said, "Now there is." There are not only plum blossoms, but also pine trees and bamboo. ”

Lu Xiaofeng nodded clearly, and his eyes fell on the remaining lone pine and withered bamboo.

The "singing and harmonizing" of these two people simply made Lone Pine and Withered Bamboo angry, but the other party was Ximen Blowing Snow! Even if they were far away in the Western Regions, they had heard the name of this man before.

"Where's your sword?" Withered bamboo asked.

Simon was silent, but said, "You are here for the Rakshasa card?" ”

Lone pine and withered bamboo glanced at each other, and then looked at Ximen when the snow was blowing, and their eyes were full of scrutiny. After a while, Kuzhu said, "I can't imagine that the owner of Ximen Village is also a person who covets my Western Demon Sect forces. ”

"Wait, traitor."

As he spoke, two men in the same white clothes appeared behind Ximen Fuxue, each of them holding a large wooden plate in their hands, and there were two heads on it, which were the two "Jade Hands and Thousand Faces" who were killed by Gong Jiu's subordinates.

The faces of Lone Pine and Withered Bamboo changed, they didn't expect that the person they sent out to assassinate the Young Sect Master would actually be dealt with. However, these two people have clearly conveyed to them the signal of the success of the mission, if it is not confirmed that the sect leader is dead, and the young sect leader has also turned into a dead soul, how dare they rashly come over and seize the Rakshasa card?

Simon Blowing Snow stopped talking to them, and he said coldly: "Draw your sword." ”

The two swords of the lone pine and the withered bamboo have strange shapes, the shapes of pine branches and bamboo, respectively. The reason why the three friends of Sui Han are terrible is because these three people are not only strong in martial arts, but the cooperation between the three is seamless. Now Hanmei is dead, but the combination of the two swords of the lone pine and the withered bamboo is still not to be underestimated.

The sword of the lone pine is like a withered pine on the cold mountain, although it is not as powerful as Jun Xuan's sword, but it is still amazing. But Simon didn't move when he blew the snow, so why did he move?

The two swords had already reached the tip of his nose, and he only heard a soft groan of "choking", and the figures were suddenly separated, and the swords of those two people had already sunk into his chest.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ximen's action of blowing snow, and only after a while did he speak: "Ximen, where is your sword?" "This question has just been asked by Withered Bamboo, but now, Withered Bamboo is already a corpse on the ground.

Because the person who asked was Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Fuxue answered.

He quietly looked at the falling snow in the sky, his voice was a little far away, but it was not lonely.

"Except for opponents like Jun Xuan and the city lord, who else in the world is worthy of me to draw my sword?"

Simon's voice blowing snow was cold, but there was an inextinguishable fighting intent on his body. After half a month of retreat, he realized even more. Maybe he can't fight with the Pure Yang Heavenly Couple now, but one day, one day, one day, he can pull out the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand again in front of Jun Xuan.

Lu Xiaofeng is Ximen Blowing Snow's friend, so he already understands.

The guards behind Ximen Blowing Snow collected the corpses of the three friends of Sui Han, while Ximen Blowing Snow took Lu Xiaofeng to the flower hall.

The wine had been prepared, and the food was still steaming with white smoke, Lu Xiaofeng sat down at the table unceremoniously, filled a bowl of soup for himself, and took a bun and swallowed it in two bites. He had been chased for a day, and now he was really thirsty and hungry.

Simon Blowing Snow sat down across from him and didn't touch anything on the table. This was originally prepared by Lu Xiaofeng, in the past, he would always be hungry after killing people, but now, even if he killed those people, it would not make him feel anything else.

Lu Xiaofeng only stopped after eating eight big buns of fresh meat, and swept the dishes on the table again, and then poured out his kung fu and told Ximen Fuxue about the fake Rakshasa card.

Ximen Fuxue didn't have the slightest surprise, as if he had already gained insight before Lu Xiaofeng came. The only thing that made him react was that Lu Xiaofeng said that the fake sign had Jun Xuan's face engraved on it.

After Lu Xiaofeng finished speaking, he looked at the sign that Lu Xiaofeng said, and Ximen Fuxue said calmly: "When Jun Xuan and Ye City Lord get married, you can use this brand as a congratulatory gift." ”

Lu Xiaofeng sneered, stroked his forehead with a little headache, and said, "Now that I have encountered such a big trouble, Ximen, you still have the heart to joke." ”

Ximen Fuxue didn't smile at all, he took out something and put it on the table, and then said to Lu Xiaofeng: "Sui Han Sanyou and Fang Yufei are dead, your trouble is over." ”

Motioning to Lu Xiaofeng to look at the thing on the table, Ximen Fuxue continued to say slowly: "The rest ......" He paused slightly, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotion in his words, "The rest is my trouble." ”

Lu Xiaofeng's gaze then fell on the item on the table, which was a snow-white jade plaque, carved from fine mutton fat white jade, with seventy-two heavenly demons on the front, twenty-six earth demons, and a thousand words of Sanskrit on the back.

Lu Xiaofeng was startled, and stepped forward to carefully examine the face of the goddess surrounded by gods and demons on the front of the jade plate, it was a very beautiful woman, so beautiful that she didn't look like a mortal, it was a stunning color that Lu Xiaofeng had never seen.

Jun Xuan is a little too young compared to her. Ten years later, Jun Xuan may have a fight with this woman in terms of appearance, but compared with her, the current Jun Xuan is a little dull in the world.

Although it was only a jade carving, it could not hide the style between the man's eyebrows and eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Ximen Blowing Snow. I didn't say what I wanted to ask, and Ximen Fuxue had already said, "It's my mother." ”

"Lady Simon?" Lu Xiaofeng exclaimed. He and Simon Blowing Snow have been friends for many years, but he has never met Simon Blowing Snow's parents. There are no rumors about the origin of Wanmei Villa even in the rivers and lakes, it seems to have appeared overnight, only to one day become famous with its owner.

Ximen Chuixue shook his head and said, "Ximen is my master's surname, my original surname is not easy to read in official dialect, you can read it as Aluoshasa." ”

Ximen Fuxue said these words calmly, not caring how much impact it would bring to Lu Xiaofeng. He had to say it to Lu Xiaofeng sooner or later, because he had few friends, but Lu Xiaofeng was one of them.

Lu Xiaofeng was indeed stunned, if he wasn't still holding the table, I'm afraid he would have fallen off the chair at this moment. Staring at the snow-white Rakshasa card, Lu Xiaofeng only felt that his voice was dry: "Your father...... Is it the leader of the Western Demon Sect, Jade Rakshasa? ”

Simon Blowing Snow nodded.

Lu Xiaofeng: "The Jade Heavenly Treasure is just a shield he specially erected for you, and the so-called Jade Sect Master went mad and died, is it just a ploy by your father and son to eradicate the traitors in the sect?" ”

Simon Blowing Snow did not deny it.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly became a little moist, he looked at the familiar scenery in Wanmei Villa in amazement, and finally asked: "You are bound to go to the Western Regions." ”

This time, Lu Xiaofeng did not use any more interrogative sentences. He used an affirmative sentence, because he understood that the Jade Rakshasa had been hidden for so many years, and had concealed Ximen Blowing Snow's life experience tightly, but now he suddenly made a move, so he must be preparing to pave the way for him to inherit the Western Demon Sect.

The Western Regions and the Central Plains, it will take a month to go quickly.

Lu Xiaofeng is a prodigal son and has no home. But he always felt that Wanmei Villa in the north and Baihualou in the south, no matter when, these two places would open their doors for him.

After all, no matter how many friends Lu Xiaofeng has, the meaning of Hua Manlou, Ximen Blowing Snow and Sikong Picking Stars is always different.

Ximen Fuxue also looked at the courtyard sprinkled with broken snow, and his eyes were full of many complicated feelings. He has been here for twenty-four years, and he has rarely left for a year. He grew up in Wanmei Villa, learned swords, and became enlightened. But he knew from a young age that he would leave here one day.

This is his responsibility, such as the hidden door to Jun Xuan, and the white cloud city to Ye Gucheng. Although the pursuit of the road, but the responsibility is always inescapable.

Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of wine, suddenly struck the festival with chopsticks in a loud voice, and sang loudly: "Go today, when will you return?" However, it is difficult to enjoy a thousand days of drunkenness, and it is relatively late at this moment. I wish to have a glass with you! Gather and disperse, remember! Don't forget the love, keep the heroic, and it's not too late to know each other in the future. 【1】”

He rarely sings because of the incomplete pentatonic sound. But when Lu Xiaofeng was really sad or excited, he couldn't help but sing a few words.

"Don't forget the love and righteousness, and keep the heroism forever." Unable to help but groan softly, Simon Fuxue raised the cup in his hand.

The two raised their glasses and collided, drinking the cup.

And far away in the gorgeous palace room in the Western Regions, a man in a white robe was playing chess with a little old man in gray clothes. Knock on the chess pieces and look forward to the candle shadow. The battle on the chessboard was fierce, but the minds of the two people didn't seem to be on the chess game.