In April, the weather is overcast and humid, and the rainy days are gradually increasing, and this suburban wine shop is very lively.

"Xiao Er, bend a pot of wine and take a few steamed buns!" Lu Xiaofeng took off his coat, patted the rain on his body, and shouted inside.

"Okay, guest officer, there are not many places, you find a vacant seat to sit down first, and I will give it to you immediately!" Xiao Er, who was busy on the side, hurriedly replied, there are too many guests coming and going in recent days, and even rainy days have not decreased.

Lu Xiaofeng realized that there were no empty tables in the four places, but he had already noticed that in a good position, there was only one person sitting, and he didn't dare to come up and sit together, and the guests on the side even spoke very quietly.

"Brother Lu, come here. ”

As soon as the owner of this sentence spoke, the whole wine shop suddenly fell silent, and the silence was a little scary.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't seem to want to go, but there was no place for this wine shop, Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, so he had to step forward, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Qin, I didn't expect to meet you today." ”

Qin Feng smiled slightly, he didn't expect to meet Lu Xiaofeng, his right hand was raised slightly, and said, "Please sit down." ”

Lu Xiaofeng sat down, looked at the table full of dishes, and asked, "Brother Qin alone?"

Qin Feng said: "One person, but now it's two people." ”

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng sat down, a pair of dishes and chopsticks and cups had already been brought up, and some of the guests around who didn't even have bowls and chopsticks were obviously earlier than Lu Xiaofeng, but they didn't seem to have any complaints at all.

Qin Feng looked at Lu Xiaofeng, who was slightly wet on his body, and poured him a glass of wine.

Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly took it, drank the wine that was still steaming hot, spit out turbidity, and said with satisfaction: "Good wine!"

In fact, it is not a good wine, but Lu Xiaofeng has been on the road for a few days, and it happened to catch up with the wet and rainy day, it is an ordinary wine, but in his mouth it is more mellow than the usual golden wine.

Qin Feng filled Lu Xiaofeng again.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed a little flattered, and said, "Brother Qin, is there something?"

Qin Feng shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay." ”

Lu Xiaofeng put down the wine, a little afraid to drink, and said, "Then what does Brother Qin need from me?"

Qin Feng laughed again: "Your beard is gone, I still want something." ”

Lu Xiaofeng's face turned red, and he said with some embarrassment: "Then Brother Qin today?"

Qin Feng sighed and said, "I have heard that Lu Xiaofeng's skin is as thick as a city wall, how can he be shy like a little daughter-in-law today?"

Lu Xiaofeng's face was blank, and he said, "Who said I look like a little daughter-in-law?" immediately picked up chopsticks to eat and drink, slapped the table and shouted: "Xiao Er, give me another plate of roast chicken!"

Qin Feng smiled, picked up the chopsticks, and ate them.

Seeing that Qin Feng moved his chopsticks, the surrounding guests seemed to be relieved, and then they slowly resumed their liveliness.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was eating vegetables, smiled bitterly, this Brother Qin was already notorious, just sitting here, it scared the people around him, but he didn't know if he was so polite to him today, it was a blessing or a curse, and he felt the coldness under his nose, and he had a headache, as if he didn't have anything good every time he met him.

Halfway through eating, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly said, "Brother Qin, I have a question I want to ask you." ”

Qin Feng said: "Please speak." ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "On April 1, the battle of Mount Tai, who does Brother Qin think will have a bigger victory?"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings fell silent again, and those people in all kinds of clothes, men and women, regardless of the righteous and evil ways, all listened with their ears open.

Qin Feng put down his chopsticks, glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, and asked rhetorically, "What does Brother Lu think?"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then said: "If Ximen Blowing Snow can't kill Dugu Yihe within thirty moves, he will be defeated." But he still hasn't said half a sentence, who in this world can kill Dugu Yihe within thirty moves? Ximen can't blow snow, Ye Gucheng can't, if someone can really do it, Lu Xiaofeng feels that I'm afraid there is only this man in front of him.

Qin Feng didn't think that since the battle between Dugu Yihe and Qin Feng, although his swordsmanship had improved, his sharpness was already insufficient, and the two of them were fighting, I am afraid that it was not swordsmanship, but patience and endurance, but he didn't know whether it was the young and vigorous Ximen Blowing Snow endurance that lasted, or the old Dugu Yihe who was more patient. So Qin Feng only said one sentence: "The victory or defeat is around three hundred moves." "Three hundred moves is already the limit of two people, if there is no accident, the victory and defeat before and after three hundred moves will be divided.

Although Qin Feng and Lu Xiaofeng did not say who won and who lost, most of the people on the rivers and lakes thought that Dugu Yihe would win this battle.

Qin Feng also sighed a little, I don't know if this battle is the fall of Ximen Blowing Snow or if he will become a transcendent saint?

At the top of Mount Tai, the sun is beginning to appear.

Although countless people from the rivers and lakes came, only a dozen people could reach the peak before the decisive battle, but these dozen or so people watched from a distance tacitly, even if they were familiar with each other, they only knew each other, but just made eye gestures to greet them.

Qin Feng felt a sword intent, arrogant and high, Qin Feng nodded towards the man in white.

Ye Gucheng also felt a sword intent, ethereal, and inclusive of everything, which made Ye Gucheng more interested in Qin Feng, looking at Qin Feng and nodding, Ye Gucheng also nodded in response.

The Lord has finally arrived.

Ximen blowing snow, still dressed in white, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, quietly independent, waiting for the arrival of Dugu Yihe.

This is the first time Ye Gucheng has seen Ximen Blowing Snow, he actually thinks that Ximen Blowing Snow is very similar to himself, they are all so lonely and arrogant, Ye Gucheng looked at Qin Feng again, and understood that Ximen Blowing Snow is still a little worse, but he can't say it, where is it a little worse, where is it worse.

Dugu Yihe, dressed in an old green coat, walked up step by step, as steady as Mount Tai.

Ximen Blowing Snow still didn't move, but his closed eyes opened and looked at Dugu Yihe walking in the distance.

Dugu Yihe never liked to be verbose, and after he calmed down, he looked at the young swordsman and said, "Please." ”

Ximen Fuxue naturally didn't like to be verbose, nodded slightly, and had already pulled out his long sword, the scabbard fell to the ground, and the person was already like an arrow from the string, rushing forward.

"Clever!" Qin Feng couldn't help but admire, the longer it dragged on before the war, the more calm Dugu Yihe's momentum became, which was naturally unfavorable to Ximen Blowing Snow, and Ximen Blowing Snow took the lead, which just happened to disrupt the Qi that Dugu Yihe was condensing.

Although Dugu Yihe's condensation has not reached its peak, it has become a climate, and the sword of Ximen blowing snow naturally can't help him, and the broadsword is blocked as soon as it turns.

"One, two, three, four. Lu Xiaofeng was counting in his heart, every time he counted, he would sweat for Ximen Blowing Snow, he really didn't want this friend of his to die on Mount Tai.

Ximen Blowing Snow was actually blocking, and Dugu Yihe's broadsword was used as a knife, directly slashing Ximen Blowing Snow and retreating again and again.

But Simon's steps in blowing snow were not chaotic, and the sword momentum was not chaotic.

Among the dozen or so people, except for two and a half people, they all thought that Simon would be defeated.

It was supposed to be three people, but Lu Xiaofeng was concerned about it, and he couldn't see the situation clearly.

Ye Gucheng looked at the man in white and said to himself: "It's not enough, it's not enough." ”

Qin Feng's eyes were staring at Ximen Fuxue's feet, and his feet, which had been retreating, were silently counting his steps.

"Two hundred and ninety-nine!" Lu Xiaofeng was sweating profusely, his eyes were red, and he had already shouted in a low voice, two hundred and ninety-nine swords, Dugu Yihe had two hundred and ninety-nine swords, and Ximen Blowing Snow had also made two hundred and ninety-nine swords!