At this time, Ximen Chuxue was sitting on a flat-stone-like blue rock on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.

It's dusk, it's not yet dusk.

The mist and clouds in the distance are vast and vast, and they can't see anything, but they can see everything.

In the eyes of a person who has not yet begun or who has been completely satisfied with his life, it is nothingness, chaos, and at most it is just a picture, which can allow a person who is already very happy to enjoy a little in tranquility.

But in the eyes of people like Ximen Chuxue, this nothingness is the life itself.

Only in the chaos of nothingness can he see many things that he cannot see anywhere else, and only in this time, here and here can he see himself.

This is the most important point.

In the past ten years, Ximen Chuxue has almost no chance to see him. Because his heart and eyes have been blinded by a layer of blood for a long time, and of course there is a layer of snow.

Ice is more ice than ice water, and snow is even more ice-like.

What kind of person is Ximen Chuxue? Today, there are hundreds of thousands of people who know the name "Ximen Chuxue", but how many people know his origin, his thoughts, his feelings, and his past?

Even he himself doesn't know. Of course, it's not that he really doesn't know, but that he has forgotten it. How can he forget it? What else is more difficult in life than "forget it"? How much does it cost to forget these things?

Ximen Chuxue suddenly remembered Lu Xiaofeng. At this moment, he shouldn't have thought of Lu Xiaofeng. Unfortunately, the greatest sorrow of people is that people often think about people they shouldn't remember and things they shouldn't remember.

Ximen Chuxue and Lu Xiaofeng have known each other for almost ten years.

Ten years are such a long time. Some people die as soon as they are born. Some people die in a few days or months. To them, ten years are simply an unsatisfactory period.

In a newly married wife, if her husband had died in their most loving two or three years, then ten years would be such an undesirable happiness.

For an old man whose life is over, although he knows that he will not live for ten years, the past ten years will never be forgotten.

Because everyone has his most important decade in his life. Every day of these decades may change his fate in his life.

That's why Ximen Chuxue thought of Lu Xiaofeng.

He and Lu Xiaofeng have known each other for ten years. But he knows so little about Lu Xiaofeng. He never knew what kind of family Lu Xiaofeng was born in, nor did he know what kind of environment Lu Xiaofeng grew up in.

Maybe it's just because he never wanted to know.

Many friends are like this. Although they often get along with each other, they never thought of discovering each other's past, and of course they would not think of discovering their friends' **.

Friends in the world, we have a relationship of loyalty and blood. As long as you treat me with a manly attitude today, even if you were a bastard before, there would be no fucking relationship.

There are not many real men in this world.

If someone says that Lu Xiaofeng is not a man, it is best to hide in a deserted temple as soon as possible and ask God and Buddha for blessings and bless him not to be seen by Lu Xiaofeng's friends.

Of course, I would like to bless him not to be seen by Ximen Chuxue.

Ximen Chuxue can kill a killer whom he doesn't recognize at all, or even someone he has never met before, traveling thousands of miles, incense, bathing incense, and fast for three or five days for this person he doesn't know.

Because he was willing to do this. Because he was happy. He didn't care about whether it was success or failure, victory or loss, life or death.

What if he is unhappy or unwilling to do it? Then there is no way. Even if you find all his friends and sit down in line at his door, he seems to have not even seen a shadow of a person.

Even for Lu Xiaofeng, it is the same. If he is unhappy and unwilling, even if someone assassinates Lu Xiaofeng in front of him, he will not see it. The only thing Ximen Chuxue can see is his sword.

When the sunset is the redest, it is about to sink.

What about people? Are people the same?

Ximen Chuxue never thinks about it. There are always some helpless sadness in life. Why do you think about it? So what can you do if you think about it?

He only knew that there must be someone who would use a sword he had never seen before, and a sword technique he had never seen before, to determine life and death with him in an instant.

This is not his premonition, but a fact!

He has been circling the world with his sword for more than ten years, and has been born and died countless times. Now he is still alive. Of course, he also has a premonition like other swordsmen, famous heroes and killers who are proud of the world, and has a premonition of getting close to a beast.

But this time, he traveled thousands of miles, fasted and bathed, and came to the top of this mountain, just because he had an appointment.

Just make an appointment at this time, and then make an appointment here.

He knew who the person who invited him was, and this man was undoubtedly a very powerful man, and he was very confident in his strength and sword, because sooner or later this man would fight him!

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Three days ago.

Looking at the slim figure of the girl named Chuchu who was gone away, Han Wen smacked her lips and sat in her seat, looking around, observing the expressions of Hua Manlou and Sikong Zhaixing. After a while, he said, "She said Lu Xiaofeng was dead, and she died under my hands. Do you believe it?"

"Believe it or not, that's what the world says!" Sikong Zhaixing sighed and said, "And how many people in this world can kill Lu Xiaofeng? You are one, Ximen Chuxue is one, the rest... Haha! No matter what, your suspicion is indeed very big!"

Hua Manlou was still smiling and said, "Actually, it's nothing bad to let him die once. He... is really a bit annoying. His family is like living on the beach. Who can have a way?"

"Living at home by the sea? What does this mean?" Sikong Zhaixing asked in confusion.

Han Wen interrupted in a timely manner: "Of course I'm too busy with my care! He's too busy with nothing! Even I can't help but want to kill him! But... I really didn't kill him, believe it or not. You can think about it yourself! Now, I have a good opinion, do you want to hear it?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Oh? Let's talk about it! Brother Han has always disliked nonsense, so we are of course interested!"

"Very good! Then let's go and meet a few people! You will be satisfied!" Han Wen laughed loudly and walked out of the ancient temple. His figure flashed and had already rushed out more than ten feet away. Hua Manlou and Sikong Zhaixing also followed one after another. They were both masters of light skills, and they were not slow.

Night. Spring night.

In the dark alley, there is no one silent, only one lamp.

The old white lantern has almost turned dead gray. It is hung obliquely on the narrow door at the end of the long alley. Under the lantern, there is a shiny silver hook, just like a fishing hook used by a fisherman.

The silver hook can't stop swaying in the wind, and the wind seems to be sighing, sighing, why are there so many foolish people in the world willing to be hooked on this silver hook?

night.

The dark alleys, the sad and cold fog.

Hua Manlou walked out with a smile, and beside him was the monkey spirit Sikong Zhaixing. At this time, he was a little scared and said hesitantly: "We really want to go? The three old monsters of the 'Suihan Sanyou' are not easy to mess with!"

"Don't worry! No problem!" Hua Manlou smiled slightly.

In the "Silver Hook Gambling House", the "Three Friends of the Cold" are drinking. Just like those Confucian scholars who are well-educated in poetry and books, their cups are all small, and they are all small. They are not like martial arts people, because those martial arts people who claim to be always like to drink big bowls.

Hua Manlou listened for a moment and found these three old monsters accurately in this messy place. A jade tag suddenly appeared in his hand, a very beautiful jade tag called "Rakshasa card"!

While gently stroking the jade sign with his hands, Hua Manlou said, "Three! Do you want this thing?"

As if he was asking the child if he wanted candy, Hua Manlou's smile was very gentle, as if the child would give him no hesitation as soon as he opened his mouth.

Unfortunately, the "Three Friends in the Cold" are not children;

Han Mei stood up, flipped her wrist, and he didn't even say a word, suddenly drew the sword. No one could describe his speed of drawing the sword, no one could see his sword drawing clearly, only the sword light flashed!

The lightning-like sword light pierced Hua Manlou's chest! This was a fatal blow! But... this is what ordinary people said! At least for Hua Manlou, although he had difficulty dealing with it, he was still able to take the sword, not to mention that there was Sikong Zhaixing next to him!

"Sure enough, Han Wen said it! So anxious? Are you impatient?" Sikong Zhaixing's sarcastic words sounded;

The lively gambling house was in a panic because of this sudden move. The gamblers scattered, but none of them moved.

Han Mei's face was pale, and the tip of his sword was bleeding, which was flowing from Hua Manlou's neck, but his body was also bleeding. There was still a trace of undried blood on Sikong Zhaixing's hands. Han Mei did not dare to look up, and did not dare to face the dry bamboo and the lonely pine, but they kept staring at him.

Gu Song suddenly sighed and said, "You once said it well. Everyone has times when they read it wrong. I misread you."

Kuzhu also sighed and said, "How could you do such a thing?"

Han Mei suddenly shouted: "Because I don't want to be angry with you all my life!"

Kuzhu said: "Are you willing to be angry with Fang Yufei?"

Han Mei sneered, "If this matter is done, I will be the leader of the Rakshasa Sect. Fang Yufei is in the pass, and I am outside the pass. When the Rakshasa Sect and the Black Tiger Hall join forces, they will definitely be invincible in the world."

Kuzhu said: "Did you forget your age? We have lived in Kunlun for twenty years, and have you not worn away your desire for profit?"

Hanmei said: "It's because I'm old and because I've lived a boring life for decades, that's why I'm going to do something exciting while I'm still alive."

Gu Song said coldly: "It's a pity that your business has not been accomplished."

Hanmei sneered: "Whether it is success or failure, I will no longer be angry with you."

The dead will never be angry. Sikong Zhaixing is not just a master of light skills, his kung fu is not weak!

Hua Manlou touched the shallow mark on his neck. He smiled silently and said, "Han Wen said that Fang Yufei and Han Mei had made the wrong abacus, so he died!"

Gu Song was silent and didn't say anything. After a long time, he suddenly asked, "I can't figure out one thing."

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "You said!"

Gu Song said: "Is the real 'Rakshasa card' in your hand?"

Hua Manlou shook his head and said, "No!"

Gu Song said, "Why are you so sure? Can you tell whether it is true or false?"

Hua Manlou said: "Because this is Boss Zhu's craftsmanship. Boss Zhu is my friend, and I know his fault."

Gu Song said: "What's wrong?"

Hua Manlou said: "When he imitates fakes, he always likes to leave a little trace on purpose and ask others to find them."

Gu Song said: "What kind of traces?"

Hua Manlou said, "For example, if he imitates Han Gan's horse, he will often deliberately draw small caterpillars between the horse's hair."

Gu Song said: "What kind of traces did he leave when he imitated the 'Rakshasa card'?"
To be continued...