After the overseas incident, Hua Manlou has not moved around in the rivers and lakes for five years, staying at home, Lu Xiaofeng please don't leave, very happy to live with Gongsun Lan, Shi Xiuxue, Xiaocui, and the children can already run all over the ground. Gongsun Lan, Shi Xiuxue, and Xiaocui all gave birth to a child, two sons and a daughter, the daughter was born to Xiaocui, Xiaocui was very unhappy, and almost didn't want this daughter.

Lu Xiaofeng continued to solve cases on the rivers and lakes, and the wooden Taoist who used to talk with Hua Manlou in the past has been stripped of Lu Xiaofeng's identity as the old knife handle of the ghost villa, and his reputation was ruined, and finally he died under the sword of his own daughter, which is sad and lamentable.

Autumn, Jiangnan, breeze and drizzle, an autumn rain and a cold, although it is a day of cold and a day, and it is a year of harvest season, but it is the happiest season for ordinary people. The clouds are blue and blue, the yellow leaves fall all over the ground, the autumn colors on the horizon are connected with the autumn waves, the waves are filled with the autumn smoke of the sky with a slight chill, and the distant mountains are bathed in the sunset sky and connect with the river. In the water attic, Hua Manlou, Lu Xiaofeng, and Sikong Xingxing sat together to drink, eat snacks, and watch the blue clouds and yellow leaves. Gongsun Lan, Shi Xiuxue, and Xiaocui next to them took care of the children running around, and Sikong Xingxing teased the children with wine glasses from time to time, and the three of them were very dissatisfied with him, and they didn't care, they completely turned into a funny monkey, and they had a lot of fun playing with the children.

"The current Ximen blowing snow is terrible, after the desert Huangshi Town, he has left Wanmei Villa, leaving only Sun Xiuqing and his son in the village, the whole person has become a ruthless sword, I can't find him, I'm worried that he will come to you to compete with the sword. Lu Xiaofeng said worriedly with a wine glass.

Quiet, very quiet, the atmosphere in the water pavilion was suddenly very heavy, and the adults all turned their heads to look at the flowers, especially the mother of the three children, Gongsun Lan, Shi Xiuxue, and Xiaocui were worried and worried, only the children were still running around carefree and cheerful.

"He will not forget what he said back then, and I have been waiting for him for a long time. I just hope that he will be smaller, and not be as stormy as Ye Gucheng. I don't want others to bet on me to make money, if there is, wives, you have to bet on me to win, the child is older, earn more, and in the future, I can marry a daughter-in-law and buy a dowry for the child!" Hua Manlou said with a smile, not caring at all.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, and the small attic was lively again. Lu Xiaofeng's mood is still an invisible shadow, no matter who wins or loses, someone has died, they have been friends for many years, and he doesn't want anyone to lose their lives and leave everyone.

One day after the Double Ninth Festival, Ximen Blowing Snow suddenly appeared in Huamanlou's house, and what he said after the two of them fought with swords in Wanmei Villa has not been forgotten, and he has always remembered it.

Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Xingxing haven't been anywhere recently, and have been staying at Huamanlou's house, saying that they are accompanying the Double Ninth Festival, but in fact, they are all waiting for the snow to blow at the West Gate, and the two of them are fighting, for both of them, they are all hurts, and they can't stop it, they can only accompany and personally witness this big battle that is destined to be earth-shattering and famous.

In the morning, the autumn is high and crisp, the sun is shining, and the warm sunlight is sprinkled on the earth, shining on the water pavilion, and also shining on the surface of the lake. The lake is covered with withered yellow and broken lotus leaves, and the two withered lotus leaf stalks are full of flowers, and the snow blowing at the west gate stands on it as if it has no weight, standing opposite the sword. Gongsun Lan, Shi Xiuxue, Xiao Cui, Lu Xiaofeng, and Sikong Xingxing stood in the Water Pavilion, looking at the two of them worriedly and seriously, no one else knew about this battle except for these people, and there was no news leaked on the rivers and lakes, so no one bothered.

Hua Manlou is dressed in a brocade robe, holding a long sword, this is Hua Manlou in recent years through the channels of the Hua family to collect overseas fine gold mixed with meteorite iron to create a sword, the net weight of six catties and four taels, the sword body is four feet nine inches long, the sword body is three feet six inches, crystal clear, moist and bright, there is a rune like a dark pattern on the sword body is finely connected into a thin line long on the spine of the sword, the sword handle is silvery-white, the handguard is like an auspicious cloud, the sword is also shaped like a cloud outlining the pattern around the entire hilt, named "Taixuan". Hua Manlou has gone through three lifetimes, the previous life is determined to seek the Tao, the Tao can be the way, the very Tao, no, there is the same out of the same name, Xuan Zhi and Xuan, is for the Tai Xuan, with this as the name of the sword, inspiring himself to continue to walk on the road of seeking, and in the future, he can even run through his entire career as a Taoist.

Ximen Fuxue is still as white as snow, carrying a long sword with a strange form of black sheath, a pale face, cold and ruthless, as cold and lonely as ice and snow on the distant mountains, and as lonely as a meteor in a winter night.

Hua Manlou looked at the cold and ruthless Ximen Blowing Snow, obviously the West Gate Blowing Snow had entered the congenital, and sighed in his heart: "No wonder Lu Xiaofeng said that he was a little afraid of the West Gate Blowing Snow, and after leaving his wife Sun Xiuqing and his son, he recovered his ruthlessness and cut off the last love in his heart. The road of Ximen blowing snow is to be sincere to the heart, sincere to the sword, and persistent in the sword, the sword is ruthless, and the person is even more ruthless. First ruthless became affectionate, Sun Xiuqing gave him the warmth of his lover and home, so that he as a swordsman has gradually consummated in love, after the battle with Ye Gucheng, his mind was let go, and soon he entered the day after tomorrow, and now he has changed from affectionate to ruthless, into the congenital, people are ruthless, the sword is even more ruthless, and he has dedicated his life to the way of the sword, pure, solemn, cold, and ruthless sword intent is so terrible, no wonder Lu Xiaofeng is afraid. ”

Ximen Fuxue asked coldly, "You learn swords?"

"I plead!"

Simon Blowing Snow stopped talking, the words were finished, the end of the road was the end of the world, and the end of the words was the sword, and the sword in his hand could express his words better for him.

The West Gate blows the snow sword like a cold light, straight to the flower full of buildings, the sword has not arrived, and the chill of killing has frozen through the heart of the flower full building. Hua Manlou has the morning sun in his heart, melting snow like melting snow to melt away the sword intent of ice and snow like slaughter and cold, the whole person is like the rising sun, and the sword and the dawning sun shine through this cold sword.

The Ximen Blowing Snow Sword is concise and bright, cold, slaughtering, and ruthless, and the light skills are as simple as the sword but extremely fast, and the human sword has long been integrated. The sword of the flower full building is like the sun, the magnificent atmosphere, the sword momentum is like the dawn of the sunrise, the scorching sun at noon, the sunset in the evening rotates endlessly, the sword moves are interspersed at will, people are like ghosts and ghosts are fast and sometimes bright, like slow and fast, and finally directly ghosts and lights are integrated to make people dizzy and contradictory after looking at them.

The figures of the two people are constantly staggered, the sword light flickers, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the broken and withered lotus leaves and stalks on the lake surface are instantly twisted into pieces by this fierce sword qi, and with the strong wind blowing between the two of them, it falls into the lake and sinks to the bottom of the lake, and from time to time there are sword qi across the lake to leave a long trace, and the water waves are slapping on the surrounding shore.

After a thousand moves, I didn't see the power of the sword qi of the two people falling, the two of them seemed to have an inexhaustible sword move, an inexhaustible internal force, and slowly the two shuriken moves began to appear in the sword moves of the various major schools in the rivers and lakes. The two of them fought around on the surface of this huge lake with a diameter of ten miles, the sword qi rushed into the sky, and there was no residue on the entire lake, all of them were wrenched into pieces by the sword qi, and the lake water had begun to turn red and turbid, it was not the blood of the two, but the blood of the fish affected by the sword qi.

Gradually, the sun is about to set, the autumn moon has climbed up, the sun and the moon appear in the sky at the same time, Hua Manlou suddenly turned into two people, each holding a sword, one in the sky, one standing on the water, the two have different sword moves, one yang and one yin, disappearing in everyone's eyes. Ximen Blowing Snow, who was galloping and swinging his sword, suddenly seemed to be a frozen picture, static, and Ximen Blowing Snow, who had always had a cold and ruthless face, first changed color and was shocked, and then his face was relieved, and then his face was full of smiles, and his eyes showed a fanatical gaze.

"Is this your swordsmanship?" asked Ximen Fuxue with fiery eyes looking at Hua Manlou who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I created my own Chaoyang Sword Sutra, this move is the same as the sun and the moon, I just comprehended!" Hua Manlou replied, the sword in his hand had already been inserted into Ximen Blowing Snow's heart, and it was more than a foot deeper, and the tip of the sword behind Ximen Blowing Snow began to slowly drip blood.

"Good swordsmanship!" Simon Fuxue's face was full of smiles, without the usual coldness, not at all frightened and sad that he was going to die, as if he had seen the most wonderful thing in the world, very satisfied.

"It's a good swordsmanship!" Hua Manlou said undoubtedly.

"No regrets in this life!" Ximen Fuxue smiled unabated, looking at Lu Xiaofeng, who was galloping with a grief on his face, he took the initiative to retreat, pulled out his body from Hua Manlou's sword, blood spurted out, and some hot blood splashed on Hua Manlou's body, Hua Manlou did not stop it, let the red blood splash on the brocade robe, the sword in his hand drooped, no need to blow, and the last drop of blood had slipped off.

Lu Xiaofeng hugged Ximen Blowing Snow's cold body and cried bitterly, covered with the blood of Ximen Blowing Snow, he also heard the last words of Ximen Blowing Snow, and knew that Ximen Blowing Snow was happy to die, but he was still sad for the loss of a friend. In the Water Pavilion, there was no happy mood of the victor in Huamanlou, and they were silent, and Gongsun Lan, Shi Xiuxue, Xiaocui, and Sikong Xingxing were also silent and sad.

Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong picked up the stars to send Ximen Blowing Snow's body back to Wanmei Villa, Hua Manlou did not go, and Lu Xiaofeng was not qualified to blame Hua Manlou, this time there must be a death in the sword, who died, I was not happy, but Ximen Blowing Snow begged for a sword all his life, and dying under the sword was also a well-deserved death.

Afterwards, Lu Xiaofeng wanted to ask Hua Manlou to accept Ximen Blowing Snow's son as an apprentice, but Hua Manlou did not agree, and returned: "It's too sadistic, I welcome him to avenge his father, but he won't show mercy, there is only one chance, please be sure to tell him!"

Lu Xiaofeng had no choice but to accept him as an apprentice, until Ximen Blowing Snow's son died of old age, Hua Manlou did not see Ximen Blowing Snow's son come to take revenge, but the Western Demon Sect Jade Rakshasa ran to provoke Hua Manlou after the death of Ximen Blowing Snow, and the Jade Rakshasa was actually an acquired master and was killed by Hua Manlou.

The battle between Hua Manlou and Ximen Blowing Snow, Chongxiao's sword intent, the scope of the battlefield was too large, and the time of the fight was too long. Ximen Blowing Snow died in battle, Hua Manlou became the new sword god, and the Hua family's "Chaoyang Sword Sutra" resounded throughout the rivers and lakes. Hua Manlou sat in charge of the Hua family for a hundred years, until Gongsun Lan, Shi Xiuxue, and Xiaocui all died of old age, and then promoted the innate true qi, transformed into congenital gangqi, and became a congenital grandmaster, and flew away at the age of 120, leaving behind a period of ancient and modern myths and legends.