Starting with Xiao Li Feidao

Chapter 211
Outside the Forbidden City, there is a high mountain whose name is unknown, but whose height can reach the clouds.

Standing on the top of the peak, one can only feel that the clouds are misty, like a fairyland on earth, which makes people feel a sense of being left behind.

Those with excellent eyesight can still see the Forbidden City below through the clouds, and the ants-like crowd.

On the top of the mountain, there are three people and a lonely grave.

There is a tombstone on the solitary grave, and the tombstone is engraved with "Tomb of Ye Gucheng, Lord of Baiyun City".

And the three people standing in front of the lonely grave are Ximen Chuuxue, Lu Xiaofeng and Xia Yunmo.

Except for these three people, no one else would come to worship Ye Gucheng, and they were not qualified to worship him.

Ximen Chuuxue is Ye Gucheng's opponent, while Lu Xiaofeng and Xia Yunmo are Ye Gucheng's friends.

Xia Yunmo looked at the lonely grave and said, "Brother Ye, you should be someone from beyond the sky. This place is also above the white clouds. Although it is not comparable to Baiyun City, it is the only place where you can rest forever. Don't be picky."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said: "Ye Gucheng, you are an immortal in the sky, why do you want to participate in such a conspiracy to usurp power and throne?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, but he understood the reason why Ye Gucheng participated in this matter.

A real opponent will know you better than anyone else.

Ximen Chuuxue knows that Ye Gucheng is definitely not driven by fame and fortune, and no one in the world can threaten him.

He does something because he wants to do it.

The reason why he did this was because his swordsmanship had already reached the peak, and he felt extremely cold when he had nothing to ask for.

Sui set a lofty goal for himself to kill the remaining boring time.

The three toasted Ye Gucheng with a glass of wine, and poured another glass of wine on the ground to express their condolences.

Fortunately, the three of them are free and easy people, and they don't take matters of life and death too seriously.

What's more, no matter how sad they are, they can't bring Ye Gucheng back to life.
The sentimentality of passing is useless.

Xia Yunmo waved his hand and said: "Let's go, today many martial arts people are gathering in the small woods in the western suburbs, let's go quickly, if we go late, we can only drink the northwest wind."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded and said, "Yes, it's time to go."

The two turned around to leave, but Ximen Chuuxue suddenly shouted: "Xia Yunmo!"

Xia Yunmo stopped and said, "What's the matter?"

Ximen Chuuxue said: "There must be a battle between you and me. I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time, why not just here and now, I think Ye Gucheng also wants to know who wins and who loses between us, and also wants to see this battle field competition."

Suddenly, fierce murderous intent was imminent, and Ximen Chuuxue's sword appeared in his hand.

Once Ye Gucheng died, there was no one in the world to fight against, so lonely.

However, he saw Xia Yunmo again.

Looking around the present, besides Xia Yunmo, who else is worthy to be his opponent, who else is worthy for him to draw the sword in his hand.

It is also fortunate that there is another Xia Yunmo, so that he will not be too lonely to climb to the top.

After retreating, Ximen Chuuxue's strength has been greatly improved.

After leaving the customs, there were more than ten battles, big and small, and the strength was further consolidated.

Last night's "Night of the Full Moon, Top of the Forbidden City, Sword God Zhu Jianxian" battle brought him into a brand new realm.

Now, although he doesn't have a sword in his hand, as long as he is around, everything in the world will be his sword.

This level has almost reached the peak of swordsmanship, and he believes that no one in the world can surpass it.

It's a pity that although he made rapid progress, Xia Yunmo made faster progress.

But Xia Yunmo didn't want to fight with him anymore, in his opinion, it didn't make any sense.

His body has already flew up, leaving only an afterimage in the air.

"Ximen Chuuxue, instead of competing with me, why don't you try Lu Xiaoji's two fingers to see if you can hold your sword."

Xia Yunmo's voice came from the wind, and Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt a cold killing intent.

"Xia Yunmo, you bastard, you wait with me."

Lu Xiaofeng also left, his lightness kung fu is also very high, in the world, he is not number one, but he will never fall out of the top five.

Looking at the two figures that had disappeared, Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help but shook his head, then sighed.

……

The western suburbs are a good place with light grass and greenery and fragrant flowers.

"The young and the long and the salty gather together, and all the virtuous people will come. The repairing of the temple will also be held at the Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji. At the beginning of late spring, the year is Kuichou, the ninth year of Yonghe."

Before Xia Yunmo walked into the woods in the western suburbs, there was a burst of singing.

Xia Yunmo was no stranger to this voice, it was Huamanlou.

But what he chanted made Xia Yunmo startled.After a while, I realized that what I was reciting was actually "The Preface to the Collection of Lanting", but it was reciting from the back forward.

When Huamanlou finished singing, there was applause from the woods.

Xia Yunmo went into the woods to take a look, but someone set up a glass of Qushui, and the previous glass of wine was floating in front of Huamanlou.

It's really strange that these martial arts masters who usually walk in the shadows of swords and swords will use such elegant activities.

But there are quite a few people here.

Sikong Zhaixing, Mr. Tang Er, Xiaoxiang Swordsman, Huamanlou, Shangguan Xueer, and even Gongsun Lan are all here.

Seeing Xia Yunmo coming, Sikong Zhaixing said: "Xia Yunmo, you are late, you have to drink three glasses of wine as a fine, or show your skills and perform in front of everyone."

Xia Yunmo laughed, drank three glasses in a row, and found a seat to sit down.

Before the activity could continue, Lu Xiaofeng also walked in.

If you come in late, you will be fined three glasses of wine, or you can perform for everyone to amuse yourself.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't drink three cups, but looked at Sikong Zaixing, and said loudly: "I listened to a song a few days ago, if I sing it now, I don't know if it counts."

Sikong Zhaixing smiled and said: "Forget it, of course it does, but I want to remind you all. Lu Xiaoji's singing is very ugly, everyone should be prepared to plug your ears."

Lu Xiaofeng shouted: "I am the divine phoenix singing, the fairy voice is sweet, everyone should listen carefully."

After saying that, Lu Xiaofeng has already jumped onto the treetop.

Sikong Zhaixing said: "Lu Xiaoji, you can sing as soon as you sing, why do you jump so far? You are not afraid of being thrown to death."

Lu Xiaofeng laughed and said, "You'll know right away."

After finishing speaking, Lu Xiaofeng began to sing.

Lu Xiaofeng really sang very badly, and he was tone-deaf, like a donkey braying. No matter who heard this kind of singing, he couldn't help but shut up quickly, but the people here were laughing and laughing. stomachache.

But Sikong Zhaixing's expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "Lu Xiaoji, you bastard." His body was already shot at Lu Xiaofeng like an arrow.

But Lu Xiaofeng's lightness kung fu is good, and there is a distance between him and him, so how can he let him chase after him.

The two were shuttling through the woods, their donkey-like singing still wafting.

"Sikong Zhaixing is a monkey spirit.

Monkey spirit is a jerk, a jerk

The bastard is not good, spank his ass. "

Although the lyrics are very short, Lu Xiaofeng is still singing over and over again.

(End of this chapter)