Chapter 504: Ximen Fuxue

White clothes better than snow, come from the west, taciturn, keep strangers away.

These characteristics are fused in one person, but this person seems to have great strength.

Li Xuanyuan simply stopped at the teahouse, waiting for the story about him to finish.

"Tell me quickly, I've given you all the money, tell me quickly, what kind of pretentious quotations does he have!"

"That's right! Don't be dazed, hurry up..."

...

Someone urged him from time to time, and then the person who was rubbing the heat swallowed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and began to talk tremblingly.

The reason why he has this expression is not because of other things, but because of...

Outside the teahouse, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person.

A white-clothed snow-cold man with cold eyes.

But as Ximen Chuuxue has become an Internet celebrity, more and more people imitate him, so it's not surprising that he sees seven or eight dressed like this every day.

He drank tea, moistened his throat, picked up his sword, and even imitated the movements.

Raising the sword horizontally, he blew on the blade, and said in a low voice, "What blows on my sword is not snow, but blood!"

"good!"

"Not fun! One more sentence!"

...

The first pretense of quotations drew applause from the crowd.

"No one has seen my sword, and everyone who has seen it is dead."

After the second pretentious quotation came out, those who had just developed kendo and were not used to the pretentious rhythm were even more encouraged, as if they had been beaten to death.

All he had to do was look around for Ximen Chuuxue and worship him as his teacher.

"Go on, don't stop..."

The addicted people kept greeting, but outside the teahouse, Li Xuanyuan listened to the noise in his ears, but his heart was extremely peaceful.

Because the person in front of him couldn't help but be restless, even dignified.

An oppressive aura came over him, which he had never felt before.

The person in front of him seemed to be able to crush him in the way of the sword.

Even if he successfully stepped into the realm of swordsmanship, the opponent...has been immersed in the swordsmanship for a long time and has walked out of his own way.

"Ximen Chuuxue?"

Li Xuanyuan took a deep breath and couldn't help asking.

The white-clothed snow-covered person glanced at him, and also at the bustling crowd in the teahouse, his gaze contained the ice that would never melt for thousands of years.

He turned and left, the sword behind his back seemed to have never moved.

and……

The teahouse collapsed the moment he turned around.

The storyteller who was teasing him died suddenly without even a single wound on his body.

Li Xuanyuan's pupils shrank.

At that moment just now, he didn't even see the opponent's sword.

Even if the person in front of him left, he didn't see how the opponent's sword came out.

What kind of kendo state is this?

He no longer doubted that the person in front of him was Ximen Chuuxue, the legendary swordsman who came from the west!

Like myself, he has already stepped into the realm of swordsmanship!

In order to give impetus to this world, Fu Nao specially instilled the state of swordsmanship in Ximen Chuuxue, making him at the same level as Li Xuanyuan in terms of strength.

Otherwise, for the swordsmen in martial arts novels to give lessons to sword masters in the fantasy world, it would be a joke in the world.

Now let's see if Li Xuanyuan can realize the master-level sword intent from Ximen Chuuxue's experience.

After all, this Ximen Chuuxue was all forged, and he just had all the memories of Ximen Chuuxue in the martial arts novels and the so-called sense of swordsmanship.

...

Sure enough, after seeing a more powerful sword, Li Xuanyuan couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and followed closely behind Ximen Chuuxue.

The sword that was almost to the extreme just now was exactly what he wanted to learn.

After this incident, Li Xuanyuan realized that there are many people in the world who can be his teachers.

"Can you teach me sword skills?"

But Ximen Chuuxue seemed to have never heard of him following him. In the end, Li Xuanyuan couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed to Ximen Chuuxue to stop him.

"Step aside.",

Ximen Chuuxue's voice was very cold, and there was no trace of warmth on his stern face.

He didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know where he was going, as if this life was like this, destined to come from the west and go east.

Li Xuanyuan still did not choose to give in. For him, he must comprehend the master-level sword intent as soon as possible, so as to have a chance to aspire to the legendary supreme sword god realm.

And this person in front of him may be his opportunity.

"bass!"

Slashed with a sword.

Li Xuanyuan's pupils shrank, and before he could even react, a strand of hair between his forehead was chopped off.

He didn't even see the opponent's shot again.

After frightening with a sword, Ximen Chuuxue left.

Li Xuanyuan was left alone to wait on the spot.

He suddenly discovered that there was such a big gap in strength between the two of them.

...

out of the world.

Yang Shou looked at everything in the water mirror and didn't know what to say.

Isn't the setting of Funao a bit too perverted?

Not to mention raising Ximen Chuuxue to the realm of swordsmanship, but also imitating the standard equipment of a master-level sword intent. How can this make Li Xuanyuan, who only has an emperor-level sword intent, fight?

Rolled in all aspects.

Moreover, Ximen Fuxue is unparalleled in the field of fast swords in kendo.

If this continued, he doubted that Li Xuanyuan would lose his confidence and his Dao heart would be broken.

Fortunately, Li Xuanyuan was only stunned for a while, then came to his senses, and hurriedly followed Ximen Chuuxue's trail.

"Master, wait for me—"

...

Yang Shou didn't expect that Li Xuanyuan would react so quickly, and then abandon the burden of his past reputation, and shamelessly ask the other party for his apprenticeship.

You know, in this world, he is recognized as the sword god.

Being able to let go of these shackles and focus on the sword is worthy of being the master of Xuanzong.

For him, the master is a teacher, and there is no priority in learning. He is not as good as others, and he can learn well from a teacher.

This is true of being a human being, and so is the practice of swordsmanship.

It's just a pity that Ximen Chuuxue didn't have any intention of accepting apprentices at all, so he directly rejected him, and sent him a word: "Get lost!"

Li Xuanyuan persevered, followed closely, and walked all the way, trying to figure out the way Ximen Chuuxue released the sword.

The opponent's sword was horribly fast.

Even if he broke through the realm of Jianyuan and reached the realm of Sword Dao, he still couldn't see through it.

It must be the sword intent of the master level to display such a sword technique.

In the end, Ximen Chuuxue didn't chase him away, and he was alone, allowing Li Xuanyuan to follow him far away.

"Where are you going?"

Li Xuanyuan couldn't help asking behind.

At first Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer him, just like his name, very cold, like snow.

Later, after getting acquainted with each other, Ximen Chuuxue uttered a few words concisely: "I don't know."

"How did you learn your sword?"

Gradually, the two had simple daily communication.

"Abandon wife and son."

Ximen Chuixue paused, and at a certain sunset, he spoke about his past.

He didn't have many friends, and when he came to this strange world, he was a little happy at first.

Because this world is different from his world, there are not so many shackles of etiquette, righteousness and shame, everyone seems to be born for the sword, pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship.

But their realm was too low, he kept walking, and only one Li Xuanyuan could barely keep up with him.

Li Xuanyuan's heart sank when he heard the words "abandon wife and son" in Ximen Chuuxue's mouth so lightly.

Later, in Ximen Chuuxue's self-narration, he heard about his past.

He was born in Wanmei Mountain Villa outside Gusu City, in a plum blossom forest. He was lonely since he was a child, and only his sword was with him.

During the period of working with the sword, he explored himself and reached the peak, and what he cultivated was also the ruthless sword.

During the time Li Xuanyuan spent with him, he mentioned more than once that his sword was a sword for killing people.

What he cultivated was the Ruthless Sword.

So shortly after getting married, he felt that his sword dao realm had slowed down, so he abandoned his wife and son, and wandered the world alone.

In order to pursue his higher realm of kendo!

After listening to his narration, Li Xuanyuan finally understood why the person in front of him was able to reach such a state of swordsmanship.

It is almost close to the boundless of the sword.

His sword had never been drawn from its sheath, and he had never even used it when killing people.

Because of this, he couldn't see the opponent draw his sword.

He kills people to the point where he doesn't need to use a sword.

Loneliness, loneliness, white clothes are better than snow, and the spectrum is full of desolation. This is the portrayal of Ximen Chuuxue's life.

Abandoning his wife and son, he came from the west with no friends, and only the sword to accompany him.

Only such extreme people can comprehend such kendo. ;

...

"Manipulate the weather, give them some snow, add some vibes."

Outside the world, Yang Shou saw that the two were silent, especially after Li Xuanyuan listened to each other's story, he seemed to have some insights, so he hurriedly ordered Fu Nao.

Fu Nao didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately manipulated the weather in the sword spirit world, and it began to snow above Ximen Chuuxue and Li Xuanyuan.

Bai Xue flew away in an instant.

In the heavy snow, all the filth of the world seemed to have been washed away, only Ximen Chuuxue's white clothes were left, which looked so white, it really surpassed the color of the snow.

There is also the sword on his back, the whole body is pitch black, named Juque, under the heavy snow, it is dark, giving people a sense of oppression.

"Is there any wine?"

Ximen Chuuxue asked suddenly.

On snowy days, he likes drinking best.

Li Xuanyuan took a deep look at him, flew away, and brought back a jug of wine from a village not far away.

In this world, brewed drinks are also gradually derived, and wine is not uncommon.

Ximen Chuuxue took the jar thrown by Li Xuanyuan, lifted the seal, and took a big gulp.

"I want to practice swords."

As the snow fell heavily, Ximen Chuuxue suddenly felt endless loneliness in his heart. After drinking, he burst out.

Suddenly, Ju Que sensed the master's thoughts, came out of the sheath, and automatically appeared in Ximen Chuuxue's palm.

In the vast expanse of white snow, a slender figure, holding a long sword, stepped on the snow without a trace, rose into the air, and began to practice the sword.

This practice has been practiced in his whole life.

From learning swordsmanship at a young age, to being successful in learning, to being unaccompanied, to abandoning his wife and children, to... a lonely life.

Li Xuanyuan stared at everything in front of him, and was shocked one after another in his heart.

This is not looking at the sword, he seems to be watching Ximen Chuuxue's life.