Chapter 18: Distractions

There is a kind of person in the rivers and lakes who is difficult to forget when you see it, and the person Xie Xiaofeng greeted under Cuiyun Peak today is this kind of person, and the sword of that person appeared in Xie Xiaofeng's mind before he arrived.

There are definitely not many swordsmen in the world today who can admire him, and that person is definitely one of them. He had met the man twice, the first time by chance, and passed by. The second time the man came to him, and the man just looked at him a few times and left, without saying a word, but he understood the man's intention and knew the man's intention.

The man came because of him, because of his sword. The man went because of him, because of his sword. At that time, he was trapped by love, so although his man and sword were extremely famous in the rivers and lakes, it was difficult to incorporate the eyes of that person, so the man left, and the others left very decisively, as his name was, dustless.

Ximen blows snow, there are very few people in the rivers and lakes today who don't know this name, and few people don't know this peerless swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. This swordsman's reputation among ordinary people may not be as good as that of his Divine Sword Villa Xie Xiaofeng, but in the eyes of top masters, the name Ximen Blowing Snow represents an insurmountable peak, an existence that is unbearable in a high place.

This name, like Ye Gucheng, is lonely and lonely, and it is an existence that looks down on the world.

The man he was going to greet today was Simon Blowing Snow.

Thoughts flowed, and a cold that was by no means in line with the warmth of spring quietly diffused, and there was no one around, but Yan Shisan knew that the person was coming, and the snow blowing at the west gate was coming. Although the Ximen Blowing Snowman has not appeared, the sword intent has appeared.

There are not many people in the world who can have this kind of cold and sharp sword intent, and there are only one person with this unique sword intent temperament, Ximen Fuxue.

Ximen Fuxue is definitely a person that anyone will never forget, dressed in a white dress with exquisite workmanship, and a cold and slightly pale face. A pitch-black and narrow peerless sword, this person appeared in Xie Xiaofeng's field of vision and walked in front of Xie Xiaofeng.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Ximen Blowing Snow with a smile on his face, and Ximen Blowing Snow looked at Xie Xiaofeng indifferently, and after a long time, Ximen Blowing Snow retracted his gaze. said coldly: "Yes, but you are not qualified to make me move." ”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled bitterly in his heart, but did not deny it. He didn't think that his swordsmanship was inferior to the person in front of him, but at this moment, his state of mind was difficult to beat this person, if he fought with the person in front of him, he would die in the hands of Simon Blowing Snow in one move.

It's not about swordsmanship, it's just about the state of mind.

Xie Xiaofeng said calmly: "There are not many people in the world who can make you make a move, and now I am naturally not among them." ”

Ximen Fuxue didn't respond to this sentence, but said coldly: "You had the opportunity to fight me. ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's a pity that you won't be with me? I invited you here today just to tell you one thing. ”

Ximen Fuxue looked at Xie Xiaofeng quietly.

Xie Xiaofeng opened his mouth and said, "This person's name is Mo Dump Chi. He may not be famous now, but I can guarantee that as long as he does not die in Excalibur Villa, he will become the most famous swordsman in the world, and he will also become your opponent. ”

Simon Blowing Snow said, "You want to fight him?"

Xie Xiaofeng nodded and said, "Yes, I have a reason why I have to make a move, and he is still a swordsman worthy of my shot." ”

Ximen Fuxue nodded and said, "Anything else?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "You're not here to watch the battle?"

Simon Blowing Snow had already turned around and said, "Let's wait until he wins or you win." ”

With that, the man has already left.

Come without smoke and dust. Leaving without the world, this is a swordsman who truly dedicates himself wholeheartedly. And he is not. Xie Xiaofeng smiled, he knew Ximen Blowing Snow's character, so he didn't hold back, and turned around and returned to Shenjian Villa.

Four days later, Xie Wangsun returned to Shenjian Villa.

When he saw Xie Xiaofeng, Xie Xiaofeng was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. The sword left by the ancestor of the Xie family was set aside at will. He picked up the sword that had been passed down for more than three hundred years, stared down for a long time, and sighed softly, "Do you know why I went down the mountain?"

Xie Xiaofeng had no way not to answer Xie Wangsun's question, he could only open his eyes and say, "As long as you don't kill her." It doesn't matter what you do. ”

Her pupils shrank sharply, and a hint of anger appeared on her old face, and she roared, "What if I killed her?" He didn't like that woman, if it weren't for that woman, there would never be so much trouble now.

Xie Xiaofeng still looked at Xie Wangsun very calmly, and he said lightly: "Naturally, I can't kill you, you are my father after all, but I will leave, leave the Divine Sword Villa forever, and leave the rivers and lakes forever." ”

Xie Wangsun's whole body trembled, but he was completely speechless, he knew very well the character of his son, and he did what he said, once he really killed the 'culprit' Murong Qiudi, then Xie Xiaofeng would definitely leave.

If the Divine Sword Villa did not have Xie Xiaofeng, who was a genius in the sky, the Divine Sword Villa would also be destined to be drowned in the rivers and lakes.

He snorted coldly, calmed the anger in his heart, and said, "Don't worry, I naturally don't have the trouble of looking for that woman, I went to see the ink pool, and I took Yan Shisan to see the ink pool." ”

Xie Xiaofeng frowned, he stared at the old man in front of him, who was also his father, and asked, "Do you want Yan Shisan to test the martial arts attainments of Mo Dumping Pool?"

Xie Wangsun said lightly: "Naturally, if Mo Dumping Pond can't even win against Yan Thirteen, how can he be qualified to challenge the Divine Sword Villa?"

Xie Xiaofeng sneered and said, "Although I haven't fought against Yan Thirteen, I know that Yan Thirteen's swordsmanship is definitely not inferior to anyone in the world, and I am no exception. ”

Xie Wangsun nodded, and said with a bright smile: "Yes, it is precisely because of this that I asked Yan Shisan to challenge the Ink Dumping Pool, do you know what the result is?"

Xie Xiaofeng glanced at Xie Wangsun, slowly stood up, and said, "Although you are reluctantly proud, I can see the loss in your eyes, and this result is obviously not the same as you expected." ”

Xie Wangsun sighed, he didn't sell it, nodded and said: "Yes, the result is not the same as I expected, although Yan Shisan and Mo Dump Chi met, but the two did not fight. ”

Xie Xiaofeng frowned, a little surprised, and said, "Could it be that Mo Dumping Chi didn't agree to fight Yan Thirteen at all?"

Xie Wangsun said: "In fact, as soon as the two met, Mo Dumping Chi had already agreed to fight with Yan Shisan, but Yan Shisan did not use his sword the next day. ”

Xie Xiaofeng already understood a little, he looked at his father Xie Wangsun, and said lightly: "Therefore, Yan Shisan and Mo Dumping Chi have already fought, but it's just that the two of them haven't made their swords. ”

Xie Wangsun was stunned for a moment, a little unsure of Xie Xiaofeng's words, he asked, "Is there any difference between these two sentences?"

Xie Xiaofeng said decisively: "There is naturally a difference, if there is no fight, there is naturally no sword, and no sword is not necessarily not a fight, so the two have already divided the victory and defeat, father, isn't that the case?"

Xie Wangsun nodded, he was not the slightest surprised that Xie Xiaofeng made such a correct judgment, he said honestly: "Indeed, although the two of them did not draw their swords, Yan Shisan thought that he had been defeated and lost to Mo Dump Chi. ”

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Xie Wangsun, he was silent for a long, long time before he spoke slowly: "Do you already understand why Yan Shisan didn't make a move now?"

Xie Wangsun's body trembled, and he sighed: "I already understand, Yan Shisan's sword is just hoping for a fair duel, and I hope you and Mo Dumping Chi will have a fair duel." ”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled coldly, his eyes looked at Xie Wang Sun very coldly and said: "High-sounding remarks, you should know that as long as Yan Shisan takes out a sword, then I will definitely lose the battle with Mo Dump Pool, because you will definitely use the sword master of Ink Dump Pool." ”

Xie Wangsun clenched his fists, he was silent for a long time and did not speak, he looked at Xie Xiaofeng, although he had already seen the answer from the eyes of this best son, he still couldn't help but ask: "Even if I tell you the sword technique moves of the Ink Dumping Pool, you still will not attack towards the flaws in the Ink Tilting Pool's sword technique, and you will not maintain the century-old reputation of the Divine Sword Villa." ”

Xie Xiaofeng replied decisively and said, "I won't, if Yan Shisan does just like you, then I will definitely die in the hands of Mo Dump Chi, so you can naturally sabotage the marriage between me and her, I know you don't like this process, but you like it very much." ”

Xie Wangsun did not deny that he really didn't like that woman, to be precise, he didn't want that woman's sensitive identity, Shenjian Villa did not allow such a sensitive identity of the young owner of the village, and the century-old reputation of Shenjian Villa would definitely not be ruined like this.

His body trembled, his heart trembled, and now he finally understood that things were going beyond his expectation and control.

He couldn't control Xie Xiaofeng, he couldn't control Mo Dump Chi Yan Thirteen, and he couldn't expect anyone related to this duel to have any ideas.

Xie Xiaofeng sighed, he looked at the Divine Sword Villa in front of him who was already old but unwilling to accept old age and was willing to use his life to maintain it, although he didn't understand it very well and didn't like it, but he also had to shoulder this burden, this extremely heavy burden, he could only win but not lose in this battle, he could only win but not lose.

Whether it's for the Divine Sword Villa or for Murong Qiudi.

But at this moment, how sure could he face the menacing Ink Dumping Pool? Even if this Ink Dumping Pool did not have any fame in the rivers and lakes, this was also a peerless swordsman, a peerless swordsman who was definitely not inferior to the top swordsmen in the rivers and lakes today.

Xie Xiaofeng understood that there were some things he had to say to his father, Xie Wangsun, and he spoke: "Father, do you know what the odds are of winning against Mo Dumping?" )