Gu Qiushui seemed to be moved by Yan Ruyu's words, and his body was slightly stunned, but he didn't turn around to look at the tearful apprentice who was already crying.

Seeing that Shizun didn't look back, he simply stopped talking, kowtowed to the ground again and again, and let the dust on the ground stain his forehead and Ruyu's cheeks, "Knock," "Knock" Every time this sound came into his ears, Gu Qiushui's heart was shaken and shaken once, and her originally clear voice threatened with annoyance: "Ruyu, if you don't go out now, tomorrow's competition will be canceled, and you won't want to take a step out of Lingyun Peak in this life!" ”

Never get out of Lingyun Peak again?! This is impossible! But while his swordsmanship has been improving rapidly over the years, Gu Qiushui's swordsmanship is even more unpredictable, and he doesn't have much chance of winning in a battle tomorrow, but if he loses even the only opportunity, how can he talk about avenging the Yan family?

Yan Ru was extremely angry, stood up tremblingly, raised his head and laughed wildly, clapped his hands and said, "Gu Qiushui!" You're so ruthless! With that, he snatched the door out, and the door was slammed shut.

That night, Yan Ruyu returned to his room, lying on the bed and doing nothing, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, he really couldn't guess Gu Qiushui's thoughts.

He had never cried since he knew his background, but tonight he was like a wounded child, and his tears could not be stopped, and he had a faint premonition, as if something was really going to leave him.

When he woke up in the morning, Yan Ruyu looked at his own people in the bronze mirror who were not like people and ghosts, and with a sad face, he put on a more solemn dress again, and wore a hibiscus long sword, but walked respectfully to the door of Gu Qiushui's house and said, "Master, I'm ready." ”

When Gu Qiushui heard this, she opened the door, she was still dressed in a refreshing and neat plain white dress, holding her Qiushui long sword in her hand, as if she hadn't turned her face last night, and said with a gentle smile: "I'm ready for the teacher." ”

Yan Ruyu looked at Gu Qiushui's expression, her expression became in a trance, as if today's competition was not to determine whether he could go down the mountain, but as if she was going to teach swordsmanship so easily on weekdays, and she had been thinking about the incomprehensible things all night, all of which were left behind and no longer thought about it, she showed a bright smile at Gu Qiushui, and nodded: "Please also ask the master to be merciful." ”

"Of course." Gu Qiushui said lightly, and said calmly: "After all, this is the last competition between you and my master and apprentice." ”

Hearing this, Yan Ruyu's brows suddenly frowned, it turned out that she still remembered the quarrel last night, and she couldn't help but be confused in her heart, and looked at Gu Qiushui slightly angrily, the more noisy he was at this time, the more Gu Qiushui didn't take him in his eyes, so he simply didn't hear it, and continued to smile: "I don't know what the situation is under the mountain, I really want to go down the mountain with my master to have a look." ”

Gu Qiushui said in a stunned tone: "Really? I guess I don't have that blessing. ”

Yan Ruyu thought that Gu Qiushui was underestimating his swordsmanship, and said disapprerovitically: "I also feel that I am not as good as my master's swordsmanship, and today we are just sparring." ”

On the top of Lingyun Peak, the dome above her head is blue, the clouds are rolling up, the morning sun will delicately outline Gu Qiushui's face, her silhouette is extremely beautiful, her long eyelashes are also dyed with a layer of molten gold by the light, the slightly open collar, revealing a graceful and slender snow neck, white and delicate, like a tooth carving, with an indescribable gentle charm.

In fact, Gu Qiushui, who doesn't wear white clothes, should have a different charm, but it's a pity that she not only has a cold temperament, but even the colors she likes are elegant and tasteless.

"Lingyun Feng Gu Qiushui, please advise." Gu Qiushui stood still, pulled out the Qiushui sword, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and said with a calm expression.

Yan Ruyu's nerves instantly tensed and entered an excellent state of battle, pulled out the hibiscus long sword, and moved slowly, while Gu Qiushui braked quietly, still not making any moves, and maintained the posture of pointing directly at the opponent with the blade.

Seeing that Gu Qiushui did not take the initiative to attack, Yan Ruyu did not make redundant moves impetuously, his steps were not chaotic, he moved slowly, the distance between the two was slowly narrowing, and no one made the first move.

Gu Qiushui's own swordsmanship is actually very strange, holding a long sword in his hand, but the move is half a sword and half a sword, with a bit of weird taste, it is not a way to consume it like this, he made up his mind cautiously, his eyes changed, he stabbed straight with his sword, Gu Qiushui easily raised his hand and raised his sword to block.

However, Yan Ruyu's move was not a simple sudden sword stab, but a feint to lure the enemy, when the sword blade was about to reach Gu Qiushui, the wrist turned, and the move that was originally flat stabbed was reversed into a downward attack.

Gu Qiushui had already expected such a situation, slid backwards, sank down, and used his sword to fight again, the two long swords collided together, flashing sporadic sparks, and it was not difficult to see that each other was determined to compete with all their might.

Now the situation is that Yan Ruyu is still standing in the place where Fang Cai, and Gu Qiushui is at a disadvantage to keep a certain distance from him.

"Master, your strength should be more than that!"

Yan Ruyu always felt that Gu Qiushui had reservations about his moves, and while secretly rejoicing, he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, the most important thing for a person who practices martial arts is to get the respect of his opponent, Gu Qiushui will definitely look down on his performance if he doesn't use all his strength.

Gu Qiushui's hand was slightly numb by the sword move, and she pinched the hilt of the sword again, always remaining silent, her strength is really only these now.

Ghost Che and they watched the fight between the two from the side, Bai Xiyue was even more frightened, although she did not learn real swordsmanship and martial arts with Ghost Che, but she could also see that in an instant, Gu Qiushui was in a disadvantageous position.

couldn't help but start worrying about Gu Qiushui, sweat beads broke out nervously on his hands, and he asked anxiously, "Tho!" The girl in Qiushui seems to be very dangerous, she can't beat Brother Yan. ”

Ghost Che stared at the competition that was still going on with a smile, even a fool could see Gu Qiushui's strength, but Yan Ruyu was blinded by Gu Qiushui's strong swordsmanship on weekdays, thinking that Gu Qiushui kept it, he touched his chin and smiled lightly: "Fool, this is already something that happened in the past, it's useless for you to worry about it like this, something must have happened to Gu Qiushui, so that her martial arts cultivation will be greatly reduced." ”

Bai Xiyue was really a little helpless at this time, she couldn't help, others couldn't hear and couldn't see them, and said listlessly: "I don't want to dream anymore, I feel so useless, so anxious." ”

Ghost Che looked at Bai Xiyue amusedly, and didn't say anything more.

Yan Ruyu's swordsmanship he still understands, fast and powerful, at the same time as his first sword swing, the second sword's charge and sword momentum are already ready to go, when the two swords hit, the victory and defeat have been known, and said lightly: "I'm really looking forward to it, let's quietly watch how Yan Ruyu won this competition, and how he lost this competition." ”

After adjusting her breathing, Gu Qiushui held the Qiushui Long Sword in her hand again, but this time the sword blade did not point at Yan Ruyu, but looking at the posture, she was about to make a move.

Yan Ruyu raised his vigilance, and said in his heart: Gu Qiushui may be about to use a trick, and he plans to take him down in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, Gu Qiushui's footsteps were like the wind and he took the lead in making a move, stabbing towards Yan Ruyu's left heart, Yan Ruyu had already come up with a trick to crack Gu Qiushui's swordsmanship over the years, and he no longer blocked, but took advantage of the situation to swing his sword straight at Gu Qiushui's head.

It's a lose-lose move, and it's just a matter of whose sword is faster, one at the mouth of the heart and the other at the artery.

It is the same killing move, but the slow person is the defeated person and the dead person.

Yan Ruyu's eyes showed the joy of imminent victory, he knew that it was difficult to win against Gu Qiushui, so the ending of this "harmony" now was the result he really wanted.

He wanted to get the master's affirmation of his swordsmanship ability, so that Gu Qiushui believed that even if he went down the mountain, he could protect himself and come back to see her alive.

Yan Ruyu was about to withdraw the long sword that was about to pierce Gu Qiushui's artery, and the long sword was about to show a tendency to be withdrawn, but she didn't expect Gu Qiushui to suddenly become faster at this time, discarding the Qiushui Sword in her hand to the ground, grabbing the blade of the Hibiscus Sword with one hand, leaning forward with all her strength with the weight of her body, her neck touched it so easily, and with an elegant turn, a circle of small blood marks appeared on the snow neck.

I saw her smile with relief, and finally let go of the hibiscus sword that had been stained with her blood, and fell to the ground without strength, and it was at this time that the blood-stained wound began to expand, and the blood splattered out with an uncontrollable momentum, rendering the plain white clothes on her body into a scorching red.

Yan Ruyu woke up from his daze, looked at the picture in front of him, only to feel that the cold swept through his body, and the blood seemed to be coagulated, and he no longer had the strength to hold the sword, "Ding Bell!" The hibiscus sword in his hand fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

He knelt on the ground in a panic, not knowing where to start, wanting to reach out to stop the bleeding, but found that he looked so weak except for his hands covered with blood, looking at Gu Qiushui's almost transparent face, his eyes flowed with cold tears and asked, "Master, why?!" Why?! If you don't like me going down the mountain, I won't go, why do you do this?! ”

I saw Gu Qiushui slowly holding Yan Ruyu's hand, as if she couldn't feel the pain caused by the fatal wound on her neck, she only smiled silently, that smile was as warm as the spring in April, soft and shallow, without any distracting thoughts, because she was pierced in the artery, she must not be able to speak.

In less than half a stick of incense, Gu Qiushui closed her eyes and never opened them again, the corners of her mouth always maintained a shallow smile, her complexion was white and transparent, such a graceful smile, like the first melting of ice and snow, the snow lotus blooming, the beauty is suffocating.

Yan Ruyu knelt on the top of Lingyun Peak, never believing that the master who was still talking to him in the morning, the master who was called "fairy" by the people, lost his life like this.