Volume 19: Legend of Lu Xiaofeng Chapter 509: Changes in the Heavenly Silkworm Altar
September 14th, night.
Tiancan Altar.
Su Weiyun left Baiyun Temple alone and came to Tiancan Temple.
According to Yin Xian's information, both the swordsman from the legendary "Water Peak of the Holy Mother" and the great lama from the Western Regions Tantric Buddhism are here tonight.
They wanted to perform a ritual to pray for the soul of a person, and that person was Zhang Yingfeng from the Emei Sect.
Zhang Yingfeng is one of the "Three Heroes and Four Beauties" in the Emei Sect. He came to the capital to avenge his master - his master, the leader of the Emei Sect, Dugu Yihe, died at the hands of Ximen Chuixue's sword.
But not long after he arrived in the capital, he turned into a corpse.
Afterwards, his fellow disciple Yan Renying joined forces with the swordsman on the Holy Mother Water Peak and the Tantric Lama from the Western Regions to plan to take Ximen Chuxue's life.
So of course Ximen Chuxue will come here tonight.
Not only Ximen Chuxue came here, but also Lu Xiaofeng.
Su Weiyun chose a very good time. When he arrived, Ximen Chuxue and Lu Xiaofeng had just killed someone.
Blood dripped down the blade of Ximen Chuxue's sword.
He was blowing it slowly off.
It is definitely true that Ximen Chuxue’s face is handsome, but unlike other handsome men, his handsomeness carries a kind of indifference, an indifference that does not allow others to look at it.
This kind of indifference often also means death!
It was a dark night, the lights in the hall were dim, and the ground was covered with corpses. There were corpses of black-clad swordsmen and Tantric lamas. Broken swords and golden rings were placed on one side, as if to indicate that this place had just experienced a great battle.
The whole hall was still filled with an indescribable stench, so Ximen Chuxue and Lu Xiaofeng were about to leave quickly.
Su Weiyun ran head-on into Ximen Chuxue, whose eyes were like swords.
His gaze seemed like a ray of aurora shooting out from the distant North Pole, elusive, uncontrollable, mysterious, cold, and dazzling.
Su Weiyun recognized it was him at a glance and asked, "Are you Ximen Chuxue?"
This was the first time he met Ximen Chuxue.
Ximen Chuxue actually recognized him. His face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, suddenly moved and asked, "Are you Su Weiyun?"
Su Weiyun said: "I am."
Ximen Chuixue rarely said: "Hello."
Su Weiyun said: "Hello."
Then there was silence, almost a stagnant silence.
Ximen Chuxue then prepared to leave.
Just as he passed by Su Weiyun, Su Weiyun suddenly said, "Your sword has a flaw, just like a jade disk has a flaw."
Ximen Chuxue paused for a moment, then said, "If I am in good condition, I will definitely fight you!"
When he was learning sword, there were two most famous swordsmen in the martial arts world. One was the banished immortal Bai Yujing, known as the "Eternal Sword"; the other was Su Weiyun.
However, after the Sword of Immortality was handed over to Su Weiyun, Bai Yujing's fame gradually faded.
——Who among those who learn sword in the world does not want to fight with Su Weiyun?
Su Weiyun said, "You are not my opponent. In your current state, even Ye Gucheng may not be able to defeat you!"
Ximen Chuxue was silent again.
Over the years, he has been accustomed to using his silence instead of answering.
Su Weiyun said: "I have seen someone who looks very similar to you."
Ximen Chuixue asked: "Who?"
Su Weiyun said: "Di Qinglin, Young Marquis Di."
Ximen Chuixue asked, "He looks a lot like me?"
Su Weiyun said: "His sword also follows the path of utmost sincerity. Although your personalities are different and your sword techniques are very different, it is true that you both emphasize the word 'sincerity'."
In order to make his swordsmanship absolutely "clean", Di Qinglin even killed his biological father and mentor Ying Wuwu, and finally his swordsmanship was perfected.
If Su Weiyun had not subdued the demon with the "Dharma Sword", Di Qinglin would have become a very formidable enemy today.
Ximen Chuixue said: "My sword is still honest."
Su Weiyun shook his head and said, "I can see that. You have hesitated and become bound, so your sword is not as pure as before."
Ximen Chuxue certainly felt this as well.
He had never been defeated since he started learning swordsmanship. It was only when he was fighting with Dugu Yihe, the head of the Emei Sect, that he felt the flaws in his swordsmanship.
But Dugu Yihe failed to kill him that time. Instead, he died under his sword because his internal energy was consumed by other people first.
This was already considered a failure for Ximen Chuxue.
But after that, his swordsmanship improved, because he had fought with a real master and realized the shortcomings in his swordsmanship.
It was also from that time on that he rarely used a second sword to kill people.
However, things were different after he got married; no one would have thought that Ximen Chuxue would have a wife, not even himself!
There were even many masters, including Mu Dao Ren and Lu Xiaofeng, who believed that his swordsmanship would decline after he got married.
Because he is no longer the cold "Sword God" Ximen Chuxue, but a living person.
——He has changed, but his sword has not changed, so man and sword can no longer be one!
Once the Sword God falls from the altar, the consequences will be disastrous.
Su Weiyun looked at him with a very kind look, like a senior brother in the sect looking at a proud junior, and said: "I came here just to say something to you."
Ximen Chuxue seemed to have understood what Su Weiyun was going to say, and asked coldly: "Why are you telling me?"
Su Weiyun said calmly: "Because I made a bet with someone else, and I bet on you to win."
Ximen Chuxue's face became even paler, as pale as a ghost from hell.
Lu Xiaofeng was also very tactful and said, "You want to discuss the secrets of swordsmanship, so I won't stay any longer. I'll go somewhere else."
He naturally wouldn't go far, but he just happened to not have to hear the conversation between the two.
This kind of conversation between the top sword masters would make others stay and listen even if they were stubborn, but Lu Xiaofeng seemed to be indifferent and not concerned at all.
His figure slowly disappeared into the street.
Ximen Chuxue finally said: "You can say whatever you want to say. But if you want to persuade me to give up my wife, then you'd better leave!"
The look in Su Weiyun's eyes suddenly became very complicated, with a deep sadness and sorrow, and said: "I would never persuade anyone to give up his wife. I know how difficult it is for a pair of lovers to be together!"
Ximen Chuxue's expression eased a lot, and he asked, "So what do you want to say?"
Su Weiyun's calm mood seemed to fluctuate a little, and finally said: "I will only say two words."
"Everyone says your wife is an invisible thread tying your sword, but it really depends on whether you think so."
Ximen Chuxue's hand suddenly grasped the sword.
Is this posture, this strength, this tenderness the same as when he holds his wife's hand?
Su Weiyun added: "The sword is alive. When you think your sword is not a heartless sword, people are emotional, how can the sword be heartless? If people are heartless, the sword cannot be emotional. If your heart is willing to change, your sword will come alive."
Ximen Chuxue suddenly let out a long sigh, said nothing, and slowly walked out of the street.
Just at this moment, a shout was heard.
"Who are you?!"
The voice was quick and short, and it was actually made by Lu Xiaofeng!
Then there was a strong sound of wind, "whoosh". Su Weiyun flew up quickly and saw a gray-white figure wearing a mysterious ghost mask flying by, like a ghost.
Are there really ghosts in the world?
If this person was not a ghost, how could his movements be so swift and ethereal?
Su Weiyun's speed was not slower than his. In the blink of an eye, he blocked his way, stretched out a hand, and gently lifted the ghost mask on his face.
The man also stretched out a hand. He was wearing a close-fitting glove made of natural silk and gently touched Su Weiyun's hand.
Su Weiyun only felt that the power in this hand was soft, strong, and invisible. As soon as you tried to catch it, it immediately melted like snow and disappeared in an instant.
Of course Su Weiyun also changed his strength. In just one short breath, the two of them successively changed into seven kinds of strength, all of which were mysterious and unpredictable, and almost reached the ultimate.
Although the two of them only exchanged a palm strike, the danger involved was no different from an unprecedented battle.
Bang.
A soft sound.
Su Weiyun didn't move at all, but the gray-white figure used the force to float like a swan feather and flew away.
"Hahahaha, Su Weiyun, you killed my three elders, so I seriously injured Lu Xiaofeng. It's tit for tat. Are you satisfied?"
Su Weiyun has recognized who the voice belongs to; it is the long-lost Jade Rakshasa!
Just as he was about to set out to chase after her, Yu Luosha's voice floated over from afar, saying, "You'd better not chase me, otherwise Lu Xiaofeng might not be saved!"
Su Weiyun quickly jumped down from the eaves, only to see that Lu Xiaofeng had been supported by Ximen Chuxue.
He was not seriously injured, but there was a small bloody mark on his hand. The blood flowing out of the wound was a light ice-blue color.
Lu Xiaofeng's face turned as pale as Ximen Chuxue's.
He was poisoned.
