"I haven't seen you for more than half a year, where have you been during this time, you can't find a place to open a tavern, right?"

Zhang Wuji played with the wine glass in his hand and looked at the white clouds outside the window.

Shuo Wen smiled without saying a word, picked up the flask and poured a glass of wine into his glass.

The aroma of wine suddenly spreads, and a strong smell of wine wafts through the rather spacious tavern.

Zhang Wuji was stunned, put the wine glass on the tip of his nose and took a deep breath, put it down again, and smiled bitterly: "This wine is good wine, but I can't drink it.....

Alas...... You're just torturing me! ”

There is always less fun in the days without alcohol, but the feeling of not being able to drink alcohol, especially when you have good wine in front of you, is uncomfortable and very uncomfortable.

Zhang Wuji didn't want to just make himself uncomfortable, so he also decided to tell Shuo Wen something that made him uncomfortable.

"When I came back to look for you, I ran into Simon Blowing Snow."

"Ximen Blowing Snow, he said before that he wanted to fight with Ye Gucheng, has he ever fought with Ye Gucheng?"

"Not yet, but they'll have a decisive battle in the Forbidden City next month."

"Tsk, judging from his swordsmanship half a year ago, he shouldn't be able to win."

"That's what I thought too, so I told him you were here."

A breeze blew through the branches outside the window, but this breeze was nothing more than **** for the leaves that were blown to the ground.

Shuo Wen's expression froze on his face as the gust of wind blew.

It took him a full three seconds to react, and he shouted angrily, "Get out of here!" ”

Boom!

With a bang from the door, Zhang Wuji flew out of the tavern sideways.

He turned around in a dashing manner and landed firmly on the ground.

There was no complaint in my heart, and there was no feeling of shame, and there was a smile that I couldn't help but show.

Transporting light power, he quickly moved away from the tavern a hundred meters away.

A hundred meters away, an unreserved laugh reached Shuo Wen's ears like a pinprick.

His face darkened a little with a little distress.

"Uncle, who is that Ximen Fuxue?"

The corners of Shuo Wen's mouth curled into an ugly smile, and he said, "What are you asking him for?" ”

Xiao Mo scratched his head, and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone: "Uncle seems to.... Somewhat.. Well... Afraid of him? ”

Shuo Wen slapped the table and said confidently: "Just kidding, I'm scared if Shuo asks?" The person who can beat me in this world has not been born yet, who can I be afraid of?! ”

"Then why are your eyes looking at the floor!"

Xiao Mo felt that he had discovered his uncle's weakness, and a sly light flashed in his eyes.

Shuo Wen was suddenly shocked and said, "Where did you learn this?" I've told you not to learn these useless things, how can you .....?"

"Don't try to change the subject!"

Shuowen's mouth opened, but he still didn't speak, and directly spread out on the chair and pretended to be dead.

West Gate Blowing Snow..... Those four words were engraved in the depths of his soul like a curse, the man he would never want to say to him again.

Afraid? No, it's fear......

......

Eight months ago.

An indescribable sword aura, like an invisible mountain peak pressed down towards Shuo Wen.

Shuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands were already on the two swords.

The next moment, the sword was unsheathed.

A sword, like an unstoppable white light, a sword like an unrivaled black mang.

One black, one white, two absolutely opposite swordsmanship, but they were used by the same person at the same time.

This sword seems to be full of flaws, but no one can stop it.

The two swords had shattered the mountain, and the two swords went towards the man in front of him who was white-clothed, white-swords, and his face was equally white.

He couldn't catch this sword, and he couldn't catch it.

The sword rested against his neck, and his heart stopped as the sword stopped.

"You're humiliating me?"

"It's not."

"Then why don't you kill me?"

"The winner does not necessarily live, and the loser does not have to die."

"You're going to die?"

"No, I'm not going to die, and neither are you."

"Why?"

"Because you are Simon Blowing Snow, I recognized you when I first saw you."

"Oh?"

Shuo Wen shook his head, put away his sword, and said, "I only use one sword, and I can't defeat you." ”

Ximen Fuxue frowned and said, "Then I can defeat you with two swords?" ”

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Your sword, shaken."

Simon Fuxue's face changed, and he looked at the snow-white long sword in his hand.

When he came back to his senses, Shuo Wen had already left, and Shuo Wen only left one last sentence before leaving.

"When I draw the second sword, no one can beat me, no one."

When Simon Fuxue looked at the sword again, his eyes had changed back to the way he came, but there seemed to be something different.

"No one? Then I will be the first to prevail against you. ”

He chuckled and withdrew his sword.

......

A white sword qi flew towards Shuo Wen.

Shuo Wen also swung a sword to dissolve this sword qi.

"Hey, hey, it's been twenty-three times in fifteen days! You're not annoyed! ”

Simon Blowing Snow did not speak, and his sword had already spoken for him.

Shuo Wen sighed, and had no choice but to continue to draw his sword.

It didn't take long for the battle to end.

He was defeated again, and the first, a full twenty-four times, all of them were defeated.

Seventeen moves, and the seventeenth move is lost.

Except for the first two times, he was defeated by the seventeenth move, which also made his heart a little heavier.

No matter who wants to win, let alone a peerless master like Ximen Fuxue?

But it was only a moment before he retracted these thoughts, because his pride did not allow him to keep these pessimistic thoughts forever.

He looked down at Shuo Wen, who was slumped on the ground, and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

"I'm leaving."

"When?"

"Now."

"So fast?"

"Hmm."

"Okay, goodbye."

"The next time we meet, we'll fight again, and at that time, I'll win!"

Shuo Wen twitched the corner of his eye, and said affirmatively, "We won't see each other again." ”

Ximen Fuxue smiled, this smile was like a spring breeze, which made people feel a little better.

His smile made Shuo Wen's half-squinted eyes widen suddenly, as if he had discovered something incredible.

Before Shuo Wen could speak, Ximen Blowing Snow had already left.

When he came, one man, one sword, one white robe.

When leaving, a person, a sword, a gray robe, and a smile.

The arrival of Ximen Fuxue set off some waves for Shuowen's not very quiet life, and gave him a little more fun in his spare time.

But, more of a trouble, an endless number of troubles.

Shuo Wen let out a long sigh and looked at the white clouds in the sky.

What he hates the most is trouble.