Chapter 9

Wanmei Villa.

The water in the basin was still warm and carried the fragrance of jasmine flowers.

Ximen Chuixue had just bathed and washed his hair; he had washed every part of his body thoroughly clean.

His nails had been trimmed, and his clothes were brand new; from his inner garments to his socks, everything was white, white as snow.

He had been fasting for a day.

Today, he was going to do a sacred thing.

Before doing this thing, someone suddenly visited the villa, even claiming to be his friend.

Ximen Chuixue had already dedicated his entire person to the sword, not touching worldly affairs, severing emotions and desires; even when he had the most friends, there were only two or three.

But the people who came were always his friends.

Lu Xiaofeng was leaning against a soft chair, the wine in his cup was light green, and the clothes on his body were light and soft.

Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "In your life, have you ever truly been troubled?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "No."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "So you have never begged anyone?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Never."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "So if someone comes to beg you, you won't agree either."

Ximen Chuixue said: "The things I want to do don't require others to beg me, otherwise it's the same no matter who comes."

Lu Xiaofeng sat up, his expression stern: "But now I have to ask you for something; if you don't agree, I will burn down your villa."

Ximen Chuixue laughed.

He rarely laughed, so his smile always seemed to carry an indescribable sense of sarcasm.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You don't believe me?"

Ximen Chuixue stared at him: "You are my friend, so no matter when you want to burn my house, you can go ahead and do it, and it doesn't matter where you start."

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.

He knew that this person was arrogant and aloof, and never disdained to lie.

Ximen Chuixue said: "Of course, if you can wait until after tonight to burn it, that would be best, because I still plan to receive another guest."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You have a guest too? Who?"

Ximen Chuixue took a snow-white paper note from his bosom and sent it out.

Lu Xiaofeng took it, his gaze sweeping over it; it only had a very simple sentence written on it.

"Tomorrow at dusk, I will visit the villa for a meeting."

One sentence, eight characters, very simple eight characters, without even a signature.

But Lu Xiaofeng's expression had already become solemn, because he could see that these eight characters were not only flying like dragons and dancing like phoenixes, penetrating the back of the paper, but also seemed to contain a sharp sword intent, every character like a sword. It was as if they could jump off the paper at any moment and hurt one's spirit.

The person who could write this invitation must have reached the peak of swordsmanship, rarely seen in the world.

"It's him, it's definitely him!"

Lu Xiaofeng frowned; there were only a few people in the world who could have such attainments using a brush as a sword. The White Cloud City Lord Ye Gucheng was far away in the South Sea, Mu Daoren was indifferent to fame and wealth, so it could only be that guy.

Lu Xiaofeng looked up at Ximen Chuixue again.

He suddenly discovered that this guy, who was usually as cold as an ice block, had a fanatical light in his eyes, as if two fiery flames were jumping.

Ximen Chuixue was a very arrogant person, so he had almost no friends, but he didn't care; however, if a person lived in the world without even an opponent, that would be true loneliness.

Previously, he thought only Ye Gucheng was worthy of being his opponent. But he didn't expect that now there was another one.

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly feeling a bit of a headache.

Wanmei Villa did not yet have plum blossoms.

It was April, and peach blossoms and azaleas were blooming, blooming on the hillsides.

Hua Manlou was appreciating the flowers covering the mountains and plains; his peaceful and tranquil face glowed with an indescribable gentleness and radiance, as if a young girl in first love seeing her lover.

He had not gone with Lu Xiaofeng to invite Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuixue was a peerless Sword God who was far from the mortal world, ignored life, and made people look on with awe.

But Hua Manlou was filled with heartfelt love for all things in the world and was filled with gratitude for life.

Their philosophies were diametrically opposed, so how could they be friends?

The evening breeze was soft, and the sun was setting. Hua Manlou turned around, cupped his hands, and smiled: "Villa Master Ximen?"

He was clearly a blind man, and there was clearly no sound behind him, so how did he know someone had come? And how did he know the visitor was Ximen Chuixue?

There was indeed someone behind, but unfortunately, it was not Ximen Chuixue. The black-clad young man was indifferent and smiled: "Not Villa Master Ximen, it is Yu Liancheng."

Hua Manlou realized and said in a slightly apologetic voice: "It is Hua Manlou who was rude, please forgive me."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "So it is the seventh young master of the Hua family; I suppose Lu Xiaoji has already arrived at Wanmei Villa."

Hua Manlou said: "Correct."

Yu Liancheng stared at him and suddenly said: "You really can't see?"

Hua Manlou said: "I only regret that I am disabled and cannot witness the demeanor of the contemporary swordsman."

Yu Liancheng said: "You heard my footsteps?"

He was very proud of his lightness skill and sword technique.

Of course, his lightness skill and sword technique were also worthy of his pride.

Hua Manlou smiled: "As far as I know, in the world today, at most only five or six people cannot make any sound when moving, and you are one of them."

Yu Liancheng said: "But you knew someone had come."

Hua Manlou smiled: "When a sharp sword leaves its sheath, there must be sword Qi. It's just that I was a bit foolish and didn't expect that you would also come to Wanmei Villa, so I naturally assumed that such sword Qi must belong to Villa Master Ximen."

Yu Liancheng shook his head: "It seems my cultivation is not yet at home, unable to completely restrain even the sword Qi."

Hua Manlou said: "The beauty of the flowers here is rare in the world; if you can appreciate it, this killing intent will gradually disappear into the formless."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Drinking wine and appreciating flowers is indeed a great pleasure, but I have an appointment with someone and really cannot delay. Young Master Hua, farewell."

Just as he was about to leave, Hua Manlou suddenly said: "Wait, is the person you have an appointment with Villa Master Ximen?"

Yu Liancheng nodded: "Correct."

Hua Manlou said: "In that case, I will accompany you to visit the villa."

Yu Liancheng said with interest: "Oh, why this intention?"

Hua Manlou said: "The clash between two peerless swordsmen—although I am a blind man and cannot see it, fortunately, my ears can hear it. If I miss it, I fear I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Although he was blind, he was extremely intelligent.

Ximen Chuixue was one of the two great peerless swordsmen of the age, and opponents were hard to find.

And Yu Liancheng had fought across a thousand miles with a single sword, defeating all kinds of famous experts.

If these two gathered together, if it were just to drink wine and tea and exchange insights, Hua Manlou would never believe it.

Today's battle might be the most brilliant clash in the Central Plains in the last ten years.

Anyone who practiced martial arts would not want to miss it, and Hua Manlou was no exception.

It's just that after today's battle, perhaps one of the two divine weapons would be damaged; it is a pity and a sigh.

Soon, the two entered Wanmei Villa and also saw Ximen Chuixue.