Chapter 12

Ximen Chuixue did not die.

Because Yu Liancheng was not only brilliant, but his methods of medicine and poisoning were also very high.

If he were willing to practice medicine, his reputation would be no smaller than it was now, and he might even have earned the nickname "Second Hua Tuo."

Moreover, the moment he saw Ximen Chuixue actively seeking death, his sword momentum had been retracted by a few more parts.

Opponents are hard to find, and it is lonely at the top; this is something every peerless expert should understand.

Ximen Chuixue lay on the soft and comfortable bed, his wound still aching faintly.

His eyes opened, his pupils still as sharp as sword blades. Although he already felt exhausted, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

While injured, he thought of many things.

Learning the sword at seven, achieving success in seven years, he had never met an opponent before meeting Yu Liancheng, and was one of the two most famous swordsmen of the age. But the bitterness and pain during this period could not be written even if one wrote for three days and three nights.

And on the road to fame, there was always no lack of souls under his sword.

Many people thought he was a heartless executioner, killing countless people.

But for Ximen Chuixue, killing was a sacred thing that had to be treated seriously and earnestly. Before every killing, he would bathe and burn incense, fasting for three days.

And the people he killed were almost all people who deserved to die.

Be sincere to people, and even more sincere to the sword.

—There are always endless faithless and unrighteous people in this world; when you stab your sword into their throats and watch the blood bloom under your sword, you can always see that instantaneous brilliance, and you will know that no other beauty can compare to it.

When the sword was pulled out from the throat, it still carried blood.

Gently blowing on it, the fresh blood dripped from the sword tip in a series, like red plum blossoms, bright and sorrowfully beautiful.

But this time, he could only blow away his own blood.

Ximen Chuixue suddenly tightened his quilt.

He felt a bit cold.

A swordsman like him was destined to be isolated from the world, just like an ascetic monk, and all the joys of the mortal world had nothing to do with him.

No enjoyment, no wife, no friends, no relatives...

In his life, loneliness was like the chill of a winter night, invading every inch of his skin and every pore.

But he suddenly couldn't endure this loneliness.

Because although his previous days were lonely, they were filled with pride and glory.

And now... all his pride and glory had been shattered by that sword strike from Yu Liancheng.

Although he was lying on a soft bed and covered by a soft quilt, he felt like an injured wild dog hiding in a dog hole, licking its wounds. This kind of torture and pain, for a person as proud as him, was something he would rather die than endure.

But he had to endure it.

"I will wait for you, wait for you to challenge me, wait for you to lose to me again."

These were the words Yu Liancheng said to him.

Whenever he thought of these words, it was as if countless whips were lashing his body and soul.

He absolutely could not die, and he absolutely could not lose again.

Just at this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Lu Xiaofeng pushed the door open and walked in, smiling: "Today I heard someone singing a very interesting song; do you want to hear it?"

Ximen Chuixue suddenly felt much warmer; he was not alone, he was not completely lonely, he still had a friend: "What song?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled: "When will the bright moon appear, holding wine to catch a thief. Sikong chooses no path, becoming a drowned dog."

Ximen Chuixue said: "Sikong? Sikong Zhaixing?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded.

Ximen Chuixue shook his head and said: "Who compiled this, not afraid of Sikong Zhaixing coming to find trouble with them."

Sikong Zhaixing was not a ferocious person, but he was the King of Thieves. When he decided to find trouble with someone, that person would definitely have no good end.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled: "Sikong Zhaixing cannot find trouble with that person."

Ximen Chuixue said: "Oh."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled: "Because this song was sung by Sikong Zhaixing himself, and he even did somersaults while singing, somersaulting for a full hour and singing for a full hour."

Ximen Chuixue raised his eyebrows: "He hasn't gone crazy, has he?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled: "He hasn't gone crazy, but he was caught by the owner while stealing things. Although the owner didn't intend to kill him, he didn't let him off easily either."

Ximen Chuixue pondered for a moment: "It's Yu Liancheng."

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged: "Besides this kid, who else could do such a thing."

Ximen Chuixue was silent again and suddenly said: "I can go with you."

Lu Xiaofeng frowned: "But your injury?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "It's just an external injury, not serious, and my medical skills are also quite good."

Lu Xiaofeng knew that Ximen Chuixue had suffered quite a blow in his clash with Yu Liancheng, and he wanted to rebuild his confidence through battle and also use this to climb to a higher realm of sword Dao.

Ximen Chuixue suddenly smiled again and looked at Lu Xiaofeng: "However, asking me to do things naturally requires paying a price."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "What price?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Your mustaches; as long as you shave your mustaches clean, no matter what you want to do, I will go with you."

The sparse stars had just risen, and a crescent moon like a moth eyebrow was hanging on the distant treetops. The wind still carried the fragrance of flowers, and the night was mysterious and beautiful.

Yu Liancheng had left with Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou.

Ximen Chuixue did not travel with them; he had arranged another meeting place with Lu Xiaofeng and left alone. This person was born reclusive and was not used to traveling with others.

At this time, the three were resting in a mountain village inn.

Lu Xiaofeng touched the place where his mustaches used to be, now smooth. This feeling was not comfortable, just like a person with thick hair suddenly being shaved bald.

But unexpectedly, Yu Liancheng was staring at him without blinking, a slightly strange smile on his face.

Even Hua Manlou seemed to be "looking" at him, clearly very interested in the two-mustache Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng felt like he was sitting on pins and needles and finally couldn't help but say: "A grown man, what's there to look at? I don't know what strange habits you have."

Hua Manlou smiled: "Everyone has seen the four-mustache Lu Xiaofeng, but not many people have seen the two-mustache Lu Xiaofeng, so naturally I am very curious. It's just a pity that I am a blind man."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Lu Xiaoji, I only hope you never have anything to ask of me in the future."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Oh?"

Yu Liancheng said: "I have already seen the four-mustache Lu Xiaofeng and the two-mustache Lu Xiaofeng, but I am very curious about the no-mustache Lu Xiaofeng. If you have anything to ask of me, remember to shave the mustaches above clean as well."

Lu Xiaofeng snorted and said coldly: "Even if I, Lu Xiaofeng, die and jump down from here, I won't ask you for anything."

Yu Liancheng drank a sip of tea and said leisurely: "It seems it won't be long before I can see the no-mustache Lu Xiaofeng."