At the moment when he saw Ximen Chuixue taking the initiative to seek death, his sword momentum was retracted by a few points, the opponent was difficult to find, and the height was unbearable, which was something that every peerless master should understand.

Simon Fuxue was lying on the soft and comfortable bed, the wound was still aching, his eyes were open, he learned swords at the age of seven, and he had achieved success in seven years, and he had never met an opponent before meeting Su Ang, and he was one of the two most famous swordsmen in the world. But during this period, the bitterness and pain could not be completed in three days and three nights.

On the way to fame, there is always a soul under the sword, many people think that he is a ruthless executioner, for Simon Chuixue, killing is a sacred thing, must be taken seriously, seriously, every time before killing, he will bathe in incense, fast for three days.

And the people he kills are almost all damned people, honest to people, more sincere and sword.

There will always be an inexhaustible treacherous person in this world, and when you plunge a sword into their throat and see the blood bloom under your sword, you can always see the splendor of that moment, and you will know that there is nothing like that kind of beauty.

When the sword was pulled out of its throat, it was still covered with blood.

With a gentle blow, a series of blood dripped from the tip of the sword, like a red plum, bright and poignant.

A swordsman like him is destined to be isolated from the world, just like an ascetic monk, and all the joys of the world have nothing to do with him.

Throughout his life, loneliness was like the chill of a winter night, pervasively invading every inch of his skin and every pore.

But suddenly he could not bear this loneliness, because although the previous days were lonely, they were full of pride and glory.

Although he was lying on a soft bed and covered with a soft quilt, he felt like a wounded wild dog hiding in a dog hole, licking his wounds, and this kind of torture and pain was rather than endure death for a proud man like him.

I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to challenge me, waiting for you to lose in my hands again.

This was what Su Ang said to him, and whenever he thought of it, it was as if countless whips were whipping his body and soul.

He must not die, and he must not lose again, at this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, Lu Xiaofeng pushed the door and walked in and said: Today I heard someone else singing a very interesting song, do you want to listen to it?

Simon Blowing Snow suddenly felt a lot warmer, he was not alone, he was not completely lonely, he still had friends: "What song?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile: "When is the bright moon, catch the thief with wine." Regardless of the path, he becomes a reservoir dog. ”

Ximen Blowing Snow Road: Picking up stars?

Ximen Fuxue shook his head and said: Who made this up, and I am not afraid that Sikong will pick up the stars to find trouble with him.

Sikong Xingxing is not a fierce man, but he is the king of stealing kings, and when he is determined to make trouble with someone, that person will never end well.

Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile: "Sikong Xingxing can't find that person's trouble. ”

Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile: Because this song was sung by Sikong Xingxing himself, and while singing, he turned over his heels and fought for an hour, and he also sang for an hour. ”

Simon Fuxue raised his eyebrows: He is not crazy.

Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile: He was not crazy, but he was caught stealing something, and although the master did not intend to kill him, he did not let him go easily.

Simon Blowing Snow muttered for a moment: It's Su Ang.

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged: In addition to this kid, he can also say that he can do this kind of thing.

Simon Blowing Snow was silent again, and suddenly said: I can go with you.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned and said, "But your injury? ”

Ximen Blowing Snow: It's just a traumatic injury, and my medical skills are also very good.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that Ximen Fuxue was quite hit in the fight with Su Ang, and he wanted to rebuild his confidence through the battle, and also use this to climb to a higher realm of kendo.

Ximen Fuxue smiled again and looked at Lu Xiaofeng: However, if you ask me to do something, of course, you also need to pay a price.

Lu Xiaofeng said: What price?

Simon Blowing Snow: Your beard, as long as you shave your beard, whatever you want to do, I will go with you.

There is also the fragrance of flowers in the wind, and the night is mysterious and beautiful.

Su Ang left with Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, but Ximen Fuxue did not go with him, he and Lu Xiaofeng agreed on another place and left alone. This man was born withdrawn, and was not accustomed to traveling with people.

At this time, the three of them were resting in a mountain village and wild shop, and Lu Xiaofeng touched the place where he had grown a beard, which was uncomfortable, like a person with thick hair who was suddenly shaved bald.

Hua Manlou seemed to be looking at him too, obviously very interested in Lu Xiaofeng with two eyebrows, Lu Xiaofeng was sitting on pins and needles, and finally couldn't help but say: A big man, what is there to look at, I don't know what quirks you have.

Hua Manlou said with a smile: Everyone has seen Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, but few people have seen Lu Xiaofeng with two eyebrows, so I am naturally very curious, but unfortunately, I am blind.

Su Angdao: I just hope that you will never ask me for anything in the future.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Oh? ”

Su Angdao: I have seen Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows and Lu Xiaofeng with two eyebrows, but I am very curious about Lu Xiaofeng without eyebrows.

Lu Xiaofeng snorted and said coldly: Even if I, Lu Xiaofeng, die, and jump from here, I won't ask you for a thing.

Su Ang said leisurely: It seems that it won't be long before I can see Lu Xiaofeng, who has no beard.