"Little Daoist, are you convinced?"
"Except for your sword art, you are no match for me in any other skills." Xu Weixiong said.”
"People in the martial world can be bad in anything, but not in their swordsmanship.”
The Little Daoist retorted.
"It's a pity that I'm not from the martial world.”
Xu Weixiong refused to be outdone.
The sky was hazy, dark clouds were pressing down, and a gust of wind blew, bringing with it a drizzle. The mountains were hazy.
The cold winter rain fell on him like ice. The rain curtain slapped the bamboo forest outside the pavilion.
It made a crisp pitter-patter sound.
"Did you bring an umbrella?"
Lin Xuan looked at the girl.
"No, I haven't."
Xu Weixiong shook his head.
Standing by the railing of the pavilion, he stretched out his hand from his sleeve and extended it outside. The cold drizzle fell on his palm.
"This rain is still not as cold as the rain in Liangzhou," she said.”
It was almost time for the shift change. The sky was getting hazy, but the senior brother on the mountain had not arrived yet.
At first, it was drizzling, but soon, the rain became heavier and heavier, as if it was going to rain the entire winter in one night.
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
Rainwater dripped down from the roof tiles of the pavilion, forming thin lines that looked like beaded curtains.
"It looks like the rain won't stop for a while.”
The young Taoist priest frowned, and his stomach kept rumbling.
"Are you hungry?"
The young girl turned around with a half-smile on her face.
"A little."
Lin Xuan nodded.
After practicing the sword for the whole morning and being dragged by Xu Weixiong for a duel in the afternoon, he did not even have lunch. How could he not be hungry?
"Take it."
She took out something wrapped in cloth and opened it. It was beef jerky.
Lin Xuan took a bite and praised,"It tastes good."”
"This is the beef jerky I brought from home. I ate some on the way here, so I'm giving it to you now.”
Xu Weixiong's face was cold.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
he asked.
"I don't want to eat."
The girl shook her head.
"Just in time. I'll eat more."
Lin Xuan teased.
The latter's face could not help but twitch. Unfortunately, her strength was inferior to others. Otherwise, with her personality, she would definitely rush up and punch the young Taoist priest's face twice.
Taking a deep breath, he turned around and looked at the mountains in the distance. The night sky was entangled with the rain, like a lingering haze.
The heavy rain poured down without any signs of stopping.
Lin Xuan quickly ate a lot of beef jerky and handed the rest to her,"Eat some."
"I'm not hungry."
Xu Weixiong's pretty face was cold.
in the next moment
"Gulp!"
Her stomach grumbled, and her cheeks immediately turned red. She turned her head to look.
However, he saw that the annoying little Taoist priest had a serious expression, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be holding back his laughter.
She glared at Lin Xuan fiercely and took the beef jerky from his hand. She placed it in her mouth and chewed it with gritted teeth.
"You, don't tell me that beef jerky has a deep hatred for you?”
"You don't have to put in so much effort," the young Taoist teased.”
"None of your business."
Xu Weixiong snorted.
"Treat your good intentions as ill intentions."
Lin Xuan stretched lazily. In the pavilion, he pulled out the fine steel sword and began to cultivate the Sword Drawing Technique.
Just like in the morning, he drew his sword again and again, putting it away, and then continuing to draw his sword again and again.
Other than this simple and unadorned move, there was no other sword move.
The strong wind and torrential rain wreaked havoc in the mountains, making deafening cries. Birds and beasts disappeared.
The stream under the small stone bridge rose sharply, hitting the stone and making a loud sound.
The night was pitch-black, like a pot of stagnant water. The girl sat beside the fire, the weak fire emitting a faint heat, dispelling some of the coldness of the heavy rain on a winter night.
Xu Weixiong sat on the stool and tilted his head, watching the young Taoist practicing the strange sword technique.
The rain poured down, and the wind howled. The world was silent, and only the sound of the wind and rain could be heard.
Suddenly, the young Taoist priest who was practicing his sword shook the long sword in his hand. The sword trembled slightly and swept towards the girl.
"Clang!"
The long sword tore through the air and slashed at the void, sending sparks flying.
The girl could see clearly that it was a row of pitch-black steel needles. They were silent.
He was afraid that he would have been pierced by the steel needles like a hedgehog by now.
"Who is it?"
Lin Xuan opened his mouth and stirred his true qi. However, in the blink of an eye, his howl was drowned out by the sound of the wind and rain.
Xu Weixiong reacted and grabbed the long sword beside him, guarding his left and right.
His expression was solemn as he held his sword and looked around.
"Second Commandery Princess, someone has come to find trouble with you.”
Lin Xuan spoke in a low voice, revealing an expression that should not be present at his age.
At this moment, the rain was heavy and the flames were useless. The sound could not travel far either. Clearly, the other party had deliberately chosen this opportunity.
"Who is it?"
Xu Weixiong's expression was cold.
"Tsk!"
A cold light silently appeared outside the pavilion, heading towards Xu Weixiong, the Second Commandery Princess of the Northern Liang.
"Dodge."
From the corner of his eye, the Little Daoist saw that he took two steps forward and waved his long sword. A cold light exploded and the sword was slashed horizontally. Blood splattered and a black figure landed on the ground.
He crashed heavily into the lake outside the pavilion. His eyes were wide open, and his expression was one of disbelief.
His right hand was holding the broken sword, and his left hand was clutching his throat tightly. Hot blood dripped down from the gaps between his fingers.
Half a breath later, the black-robed assassin breathed his last. His pupils dissipated. He could not believe it even until he died.
He had died at the hands of that harmless Wudang young Taoist priest, and from the beginning to the end, the other party had only used two swords.
The first sword cut off the black-robed man's sword, and the second sword cut open the black-robed assassin's throat.
It was only when this person landed on the ground that Xu Weixiong finally reacted. He only felt his hair stand on end.
Twice in a row, if not for Lin Xuan's protection, he probably would not even know how he died.
"Now you know. I only need one victory.”
The young Taoist priest beside him said with a raised eyebrow.
Xu Weixiong didn't say anything. He just focused his attention and didn't dare to be careless.
"You have stopped a wandering ranger from exploring the mountains and obtained half a month of pure internal strength.”
An inexplicable voice sounded in his mind.
Lin Xuan ignored him. He stood tall and held a long sword in his hand, protecting Xu Weixiong, the Second Princess of the Northern Liang, behind him.
"A bunch of people who hide their heads and show their tails. Hurry up and show yourself."”
He did not care much about Xu Weixiong's life or death, but he could not die in Wudang. As long as he left Wudang, he could die anywhere.
If the girl knew what he was thinking, she would probably draw her sword at him.
no one responded
Only the bone-piercing cold wind accompanied the heavy rain.
"Make a big noise later. Even if we don't let the people on the mountain know, at least let the Snow Dragon Knights outside hear it.”
Lin Xuan said without turning his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures descended from the sky and landed in the four directions of the pavilion. They held swords and sabers and pounced over.
A faint killing intent spread and was mixed in the cold wind. It rushed over and made Lin Xuan's hair tremble.
"Weng weng weng"
The long sword in his hand shook as he slashed at the two black-robed assassins who were charging at him. This sword was the essence of the Sword Drawing Art.
It was so fast that the trajectory of the sword could not be seen clearly. A sharp edge blossomed.
"Tsk!"
One Sword Strike
The swords and sabers were broken, and the two black-robed assassins were sent flying backward. Their expressions were shocked. A deep sword mark that could see the bones almost cut their bodies in half.
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