Ximen Chuixue has experienced many bizarre things in his life, and his life has been hanging by a thread many times.

But he never thought that one day, a girl with a bright smile and a beautiful country would appear in Wanmei Villa, not only superb swordsmanship, but also straightforwardly expressed her admiration to him.

Many people were afraid of him, afraid of him, and eager to overcome him, and Simon Blowing Snow knew it.

But he never knew that anyone would like him.

How can anyone in this world be obsessed with a sword, an emotionless sword.

He looked at Shu Ange's eyes, and became extremely cold: "Who are you, what is the purpose of approaching me." ”

"Target person's opinion is -5, and the current opinion is 5."

Shu Ange always felt that the two of them got the wrong script, and the white couple should be said by the female protagonist to the male protagonist.

There is little pitiful favorability, because Shu Ange's words dropped by five points, and she didn't dare to talk nonsense about admiration.

"Master Ximen, please don't be careful, my name is Shangguan Danfeng, and I was born in the declining Jinpeng Dynasty nobles."

Ximen Fuxue had never heard of the Jinpeng Dynasty, but the girl in front of him did have an indescribable noble and elegant atmosphere.

"Who is your enemy?"

The topic came around again, Shu Ange's wrist flicked slightly, the hilt of the sword fell into her palm, and she smiled lightly: "Owner, you should know that revenge is more refreshing to come by yourself." ”

After Shu Ange finished speaking, he flew lightly with his sword, and finished performing a set of swordsmanship in mid-air with his clothes flying.

In the midst of the flying swords, Shu Ange recited half of the poem: "Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only meet Jiangnan Lao." The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain. ”

Ximen Fuxue has been fond of swordsmanship since he was a child, and he never leaves his sword at night, but he is talented and intelligent, and his reading and literacy have never been left behind, and the poetry of Shu An's singing and reading is long, fresh and elegant, and it sounds very good.

"Master Ximen Zhuang, this set is the Lingxi swordsmanship, the strengths are light and changeable, and the disadvantages are that the spirit is more than strong and insufficient."

"This set of swordsmanship is somewhat similar to the Emei faction's swordsmanship, which is not surprising."

Ximen Fuxue is a person who loves swords, and when he saw Shu Ange practicing swords, he naturally commented.

He never pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, and naturally he will not use fancy language to praise her swordsmanship.

"It's just a small trick, Danfeng has the courage to practice a set of Xuanhuang swordsmanship."

Ximen Fuxue was trying Shu An's song to be fine, and she didn't have the idea of probing his depth, the previous set of swordsmanship was just testing his vision.

Xuanhuang swordsmanship is unpredictable, a set of swordsmanship has a total of 7749 styles, each style has a variety of changes, and the changes when you move with people are complicated, making it difficult for people to parry.

This time, Shu Ange did not recite poetry, her sword was like a flying hong, her sword was like a flying cloud, she was fishing for the moon under the sea, and the sword in her hand was like a swimming dragon, and she was fierce and dexterous.

After a set of swordsmanship, Shu Ange's face was like a peach blossom, his eyes were like cold stars, revealing a half-cut snow-like wrist.

Ximen Fuxue's eyes showed excitement, the sword fell out of the sheath and fell into his palm, he just stepped forward and repeated Shu Ange's forty-nine sword moves like a cloud.

"The owner has good eyesight!"

There are very few geniuses in the world who can never forget, and it is really amazing that such a subtle sword move can be memorized and re-demonstrated in my heart just once.

"Target person's opinion +10, current opinion 15."

After putting the sword into the sheath, Ximen Fuxue looked at Shu Ange and asked, "How many more swordsmanship will you have?" ”

Shu Ange hugged his arms and raised his eyebrows lightly: "There are no hundred sets, there are always eighty sets." ”

"Okay, you stay in Wanmei Villa, I will protect you thoroughly, and you can practice swords for me."

"Deal!"

Shu Ange responded happily, Ximen Fuxue is a person who relieves promises, he said that if he wants to protect her, then he will never let her be in danger of her life.

In addition, the building near the water is the first to get the moon, and she lives in Wanmei Villa, which is also convenient for the two to cultivate their relationship.

When receiving the order of Ximen Fuxue to clean up the guest room, the mood of everyone in the village was terrifying.

The person who was looking for the owner to compete with the sword was still alive, was it difficult for the owner to lose to this delicate and lovely girl?

Let them believe that the owner of the village will lose to an unknown girl, it is better to make them believe that the world is about to change the dynasty.

If the girl didn't win the owner of the village and survived, could it be that the owner of the village was finally tempted and had plans to marry a wife and have children.

In Wanmei Villa, no one dared to discuss the rights and wrongs of Ximen blowing snow, everyone suppressed their doubts and enthusiastically cleaned up the guest room for Shu Ange.

The life of Wanmei Villa was very leisurely, and Shu Ange also asked the servants in the village to lead her horse to the village.

She didn't see Ximen blowing snow every day in the village, he was a very withdrawn and cold person, usually living deep in the depths of the mountain villa to study or practice swords.

Shu Ange had the idea of talking to Ximen Chuixue, but he was obsessed with swords, and he was indifferent and ruthless on topics other than swordsmanship.

On the fifth day of staying in the villa, Ximen Fuxue was about to go out, and after learning the news, Shu Ange happily packed his bags and planned to travel with him.

The servants of Wanmei Villa sweated for Shu Ange, the owner of the village has always been lonely and ruthless, she is so stubborn, I am afraid that I will make the owner angry.

The owner of the village was angry, sealed his throat with a sword, and the poor girl was about to see the king of Hades.

To everyone's great bewilderment, the owner of Simon not only did not kill the pestering girl with a sword, but asked the servant to prepare a fast horse for her.

Hurry up, all the way to the west, Ximen Blowing Snow never looked back, without considering whether Shu Ange could keep up.

He galloped around the clock for three days under the scorching sun, changing horses every twelve hours.

Every twelve hours, there are always gray-clothed men leading horses, waiting on the road they must pass, and with a respectful attitude, they change horses for Ximen Blowing Snow and Shu Ange.

Everyone in the world says that Ximen blowing snow is an invisible rich, and Shu Ange seems to be true along the way.

The two kept changing horses, drove for three days, and finally came to a strange small southwestern town.

After arriving in the small city, the West Gate blows snow and heads to the largest green building in the city, Yanxia Pavilion.

The children of the rivers and lakes were informal, Shu Ange resisted the surprised gaze of the old bustard, and followed the Ximen Blowing Snow into the Qinglou together.

The richly dressed bustard is not sure about the relationship between the two, and he does not dare to stop this pair of dusty sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes.

She was very afraid of Simon blowing snow, and did not dare to come forward to entertain him, although he was handsome, but he was as cold as ice, as if he was going to kill someone in the next moment.

Until Ximen Fuxue slapped a hundred taels of silver tickets and threw them on the table, and coldly ordered: "Open two first-class guest rooms, prepare hot water, and send three days of fasting." ”

What could be more moving than silver?

The old bustard pressed the corner of his lips with a handkerchief, as if the wooden statue had suddenly come to life, and boldly blew snow at the west gate and threw flattering eyes: "Girls, pick up the guests, quickly take this master and the girl to the Jade Pavilion." ”

(Meow, haha, I found that Blue Bridge still prefers the male protagonist who doesn't care about the world.) ）