Chapter 24: An Unspoken Ultimatum

When the sword intent rises, even the moonlight has to give way, and when the sword intent falls, the heaven and the earth have no light!

Feng Xiaoxiao's sword is unsheathed!

A shocking chill stabbed Lu Xiaofeng's eyes.

All the starlight, moonlight, and even all the light in the world seem to be gathered on the blade of the sword, and the splendor and brilliance of this sword can no longer be described in words!

This is a sword light that can make people even cold to the bone marrow!

At the end of the sword light, is the center of the eyebrows.

Lu Xiaofeng stood with his hands down, motionless.

Maybe the "One Finger of the Spirit" can hold one sword, but it is impossible to hold the second sword.

He's going to die anyway!

The tip of the sword stopped in front of his forehead.

The sword qi couldn't stop leaking out, and a small opening had opened between the eyebrows, and a trace of blood soaked out, like a newly blooming plum blossom.

Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised, he clearly felt Feng Xiaoxiao's unreserved killing intent.

Therefore, Feng Xiaoxiao will never stop the sword, because it is far more difficult to stop such a sword than to stab it in!

If he wanted to stop swords, he wouldn't have swordsmanship in the first place!

Lu Xiaofeng followed Feng Xiaoxiao's gaze and saw a person.

This person stood quietly on the side of the long street, facing the autumn moon on the horizon, dressed in white like snow.

"Simon blows snow!"

Feng Xiaoxiao put his sword back into the sheath, silently took three steps back, and stood still.

"Good boy, where did you come from?"

Lu Xiaofeng shouted: "Where have you been hiding these days?" โ€

How could Simon Blowing Snow, who no one could find, suddenly appear here?

Simon Fuxue said coldly: "A person is a savior to himself. You shouldn't talk like that! โ€

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned and said with a wry smile: "I didn't want to live anymore, so I didn't count as being saved by you." โ€

Feng Xiaoxiao interjected: "Since the owner of Ximen Village is here." I guess I can't kill you. โ€

Simon Fuxue stared at him and said, "His luck has always been good, not like a short-lived person. โ€

Feng Xiaoxiao said with a smile: "Whoever has a friend like the owner of Ximen Zhuang, his luck will be very good...... Leave! โ€

He said that he would leave, with the unwilling Huang Rong and Xue Bing with a complicated mood.

Ximen Fuxue turned his head and stared at Lu Xiaofeng. "You seem to have been born with a lot of luck. โ€

His face was still pale and cold, and his voice was still so cold.

But, in his eyes. But there is already a sense of warmth, a kind of warmth that can only be found in the eyes of friends who have been reunited for a long time.

Lu Xiaofeng kept staring at Xue Bing's back.

Qianying was thin in the wind, and it looked so weak and powerless.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed. Finally, I also looked at the West Gate to blow the snow. "Your luck doesn't seem to be bad lately. โ€

Ximen Fuxue said coldly: "My luck is not good, it doesn't feel good to be found at all." โ€

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but shout: "Who? Even I can't find you, who else can find you? โ€

Ximen Fuxue's gaze turned away, and he said leisurely: "The person who wanted to kill you just now." โ€

"Feng Xiao Xiao!"

Lu Xiaofeng jumped up.

He can still jump, but his legs are still a little soft...... Anyone who is forced to the brink by Feng Xiaoxiao's sword will have weak legs.

Lu Xiaofeng said incredulously: "How could it be him?" โ€

He paused, and then said, "If he doesn't want to kill me, why should he kill me?" โ€

Lu Xiaofeng thinks that he has seen a lot of strange things in his life. But I have to admit that no matter which time. It's not as weird as this one!

Simon Blowing Snow said: "Because he doesn't want to kill you, but the woman next to him wants to kill you, and he can't refuse." โ€

Lu Xiaofeng nodded involuntarily, but couldn't help but feel strange, and asked, "When did you start to understand this kind of relationship between men and women?" โ€

Simon Fuxue didn't answer this sentence, but turned around again to see the bright moon in the sky.

The moonlight was as gentle as water, and it was the evening of September 10.

Lu Xiaofeng also looked at Mingyue and muttered, "There are only five days left before the day of the sword competition. โ€

He thought for a moment and said, "Fengshen deliberately set aside time for me to prove my innocence, and the deadline is September 15...... When you and Ye Gucheng competed with the sword, naturally there was no time to protect me. โ€

Ximen Fuxue said lightly: "His swordsmanship is no longer under me, even if he really wants to kill you just now, I may not have time to use my sword to stop it, so the next time he comes to you, ......"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "I'm going to die!" โ€

Simon Fuxue said, "You look much more sober than just now. โ€

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his face, slapped it twice, and said, "Really?" โ€

Simon Blowing Snow said, "I've never seen your eyes lose their minds like just now. โ€

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly frowned.

When he frowned, his beard seemed to wrinkle as well, just like his eyebrows.

Simon Blowing Snow said, "Did you think of something?" โ€

Lu Xiaofeng nodded and asked, "Do you know Xue Bing?" โ€

Ximen Blowing Snow said: "The descendant of Mrs. Xue, the 'needle god'? โ€

Lu Xiaofeng said: "She is Mrs. Xue's favorite granddaughter, the one who stood on the right hand side of the wind god just now, and kept her head down." โ€

Ximen Blowing Snow said: "I didn't know each other before, but now I do." โ€

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Have you smelled the fragrance on her body?" โ€

Ximen blows snow and says: "It's an orchid." โ€

A peerless swordsman, no matter where he stands, will remember everything around him, no matter how subtle it is.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "That's right, since I know Xue Bing, she likes to use orchid flowers to incense clothes, when I first officially met Aunt Gongsun, I also felt that she was very fragrant, but not an orchid, but a more elegant fragrance than orchids, although they are sisters, but do not use the same incense." โ€

Ximen Fuxue listened quietly, he knew that Lu Xiaofeng must not have time to talk nonsense at this time.

Lu Xiaofeng's face sank and said, "But the last time I saw Aunt Gongsun, she was filled with a very bright fragrance, even much stronger than the one used by the women in the Qinglou every day." โ€

Simon Blowing Snow said: "You didn't care at the time? โ€

Lu Xiaofeng's face was even more gloomy, and said: "Before I went to look for her, I came out of Ouyang Qing, she was the Oiran of Yiqing Academy, and it is normal to use this kind of strong fragrance." Now that I think about it, the fragrance on the two of them is almost the same...... Not only the two of them, but the three women who died at my hands had exactly the same scent on their bodies. โ€

Simon Blowing Snow said: "Do you think there is a problem with this fragrance?" โ€

Lu Xiaofeng nodded and said: "This fragrance is very unique, although it is strong, it is not pungent, it smells very good, I remember that for a short period of time, a feeling of fluttering fairy rose from the bottom of my heart......"

When he said this, he couldn't help but be overshadowed.

Simon Blowing Snow said: "Perhaps this fragrance can confuse people's minds. โ€

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "No matter what, as long as I find the source of the fragrance, I may be able to find out who is harming me." โ€

Ximen Fuxue looked up at the moon and said, "The capital is very big, but your time is running out, where are you going to start?" โ€

Lu Xiaofeng wiped his beard with his fingertips and said, "Flowers are all over the building." (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the book friend "King of the Emperor" for two monthly passes.

What's that, two a day is even more extreme~~ It's not that I can't write more, but I really don't want to write, and I type every day until I want to vomit.

And I'm not only a handicap, but my brain is also slow, four thousand words generally take five or six hours, or even more, it's not as good as the gods who have tens of thousands of words a day, sell cute and ask for understanding! n(*โ‰งโ–ฝโ‰ฆ*)n