This is How the Heavens and the Worlds Come

Bai Yi is better than snow, from the west, taciturn, do not approach strangers.

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

Li Xuanyuan simply stopped at the teahouse and waited for the story about him to finish.

"Tell me now, I've given you all the money, hurry up and tell me, what kind of pretentious quotes does he have!"

"Yes! Don't be stunned, hurry up..."

……

From time to time, someone urged him, and the person who rubbed the heat swallowed his saliva, 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 man in white clothes that beats snow and has cold eyes.

But as Ximen Chuixue has become an internet celebrity, and more and more people imitate him, it is not surprising that he sees seven or eight people dressed like this every day.

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

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

"it is good!"

"It's not fun! One more sentence!"

……

The first sentence of the pretentious quotation attracted everyone's applause.

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

After the second pretense quote was published, kendo had just developed, and those who were not used to the pretentious rhythm were even more encouraged, as if they had been beaten with blood.

He was about to look around for Ximen Chuixue and worship him as his teacher.

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

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

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

An oppressive aura rolled over, something he had never felt before.

The person in front of him seems to be able to crush him on the swordsmanship.

Even if he successfully entered the realm of kendo, the other party... has been immersed in kendo for a long time, and he has walked his own way.

"Ximen Chuixue?"

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

The man in white robes glanced at him, as well as at the lively crowd in the teahouse, his eyes contained ice that was hard to melt for ten thousand years.

He turned and left, the sword behind him never seemed to move.

and……

The teahouse collapsed the moment he turned around.

The storyteller who was making fun of him died suddenly, and he couldn't even find 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 realm is this?

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

Like himself, he has already stepped into the realm of kendo!

In order to give impetus to this world, Fu Nao specially instilled Ximen Chuixue with the realm of kendo, making him at the same level as Li Xuanyuan in terms of strength.

Otherwise, the swordsman in the martial arts novels, teaching the swordsman in the fantasy world, is simply a joke.

Right now, let's see if Li Xuanyuan can realize the master-level sword intent from Ximen Chuixue's experience.

After all, this Ximen Chuixue is all forged, and only has all the memories of Ximen Chuixue in the martial arts novels and the so-called kendo perception.

……

Sure enough, after seeing the more powerful sword, Li Xuanyuan couldn't hide his excitement, and followed behind Ximen Chuixue.

The sword that had reached its extreme just now was exactly what he wanted to learn.

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

"Can you teach me swordsmanship?"

But Ximen Chuixue seemed to have never heard of his following. In the end, Li Xuanyuan couldn't bear it any longer, so he rushed to Ximen Chuixue and stopped him.

"Step aside.",

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

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

Li Xuanyuan still did not choose to make concessions. For him, he must realize the master-level sword intent as soon as possible, so that he can have the opportunity to aspire to the legendary sword **** realm.

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

"Bang!"

A sword fell.

Li Xuanyuan's pupils shrank, he didn't even react, a strand of hair on his forehead just fell off his back.

Again, he didn't even see the opponent's shot.

After being shocked by a sword, Ximen Chuixue left.

Leaving Li Xuanyuan alone on the spot.

He suddenly discovered that the difference in strength between the two was so huge.

……

outside the world.

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

Isn't the setting of Fu Nao a little too perverted?

Not to mention promoting Ximen Chuixue to the realm of swordsmanship, but also imitating it as a standard for master-level sword intent, which makes Li Xuanyuan who only has emperor-level sword intent fight?

All-round crushing.

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

Going on like this, he was a little suspicious that Li Xuanyuan would lose his self-confidence and his Taoist heart would be broken.

Fortunately, Li Xuanyuan was only stunned for a while, then he woke up and hurriedly followed the trail of Ximen Chuixue.

"Master, wait for me—"

……

Yang Shou didn't expect that Li Xuanyuan reacted so quickly, and then abandoned the burden of his previous reputation and taught him shamelessly.

You must know that in this world, he is recognized as a sword god.

To be 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 the teacher, and there is no priority in learning.

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

It's just a pity that Ximen Chuixue had no intention of accepting an apprentice at all, so he rejected him directly and gave him a word: "Get out!"

Li Xuanyuan persevered and followed closely, walking all the way, trying to find out how Ximen Chuixue could draw his sword.

The opponent's sword was extremely fast.

Even if he broke through the realm of Jianyuan and reached the realm of swordsmanship, he would not be able to see through it.

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

In the end, Ximen Chuixue didn't drive him away any more. He was alone and allowed Li Xuanyuan to follow him from a distance.

"Where are you going?"

Li Xuanyuan couldn't help asking from behind.

At first, Ximen Chuixue did not answer him, just like his name, very cold, like snow.

Later, after getting familiar with it, Ximen Chuixue spit out a few words: "I don't know."

"How did you learn your sword?"

Gradually, the two had simple daily communication.

"Abandon your wife and children."

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

He didn't have many friends. After coming to this strange world, he was a little overjoyed at first.

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

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

Li Xuanyuan suddenly sank when he heard the words "abandon his wife and abandon his son" in Ximen Chuixue's mouth.

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

He was born in Wanmei Villa outside the city of Gusu, in a plum blossom forest. He was lonely since he was a child, and only the sword accompanied him.

During the time he was with the sword, he explored himself and reached the peak. What he cultivated was also a ruthless sword.

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

What he cultivated was the ruthless sword.

So soon after he got married, he felt that his kendo level was slowing down, so he abandoned his wife and children, and wandered the world alone.

In order to pursue his higher kendo realm!

After listening to his narration, Li Xuanyuan finally understood why the person in front of him could achieve such a level of swordsmanship.

It is almost close to the boundlessness of kendo.

His sword was never unsheathed, and he never even used the sword when killing people.

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

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

Loneliness, loneliness, white clothes beats snow, and the composition is desolate. This is exactly the portrayal of Ximen Chuixue's life.

He abandoned his wife and children and came from the west. He had no friends, and only the sword accompanied him.

Only such an extreme person can comprehend such a swordsmanship. ;

……

"Control the weather, give them some snow, and add some atmosphere."

Outside the world, Yang Shou saw that the two were silent, especially after listening to each other's story, Li Xuanyuan seemed to have some insight, and quickly ordered Fu Nao.

Fu Nao did not dare to neglect, and immediately controlled the weather in the Sword Spirit World, and snow began to fall above Ximen Chuixue and Li Xuanyuan.

Snow White, fluttering in an instant.

In the heavy snow, all the filth in the world seemed to have been washed away, except for Ximen Chuixue's white clothes, which looked so white that it really surpassed the color of the snow.

And the sword on his back~www.novelmt.com~ is pitch-black, named Juque, covered in heavy snow, dark, giving a sense of oppression.

"Is there any wine?"

Ximen Chuixue suddenly asked.

On snowy days, he likes to drink alcohol the most.

Li Xuanyuan gave him a deep look, flew away, and brought back a jar of wine from a village not far away.

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

Ximen Chuixue took the jar thrown by Li Xuanyuan, lifted the seal, and took a sip.

"I want to practice swords."

The snow was blowing, and Ximen Chuixue suddenly felt endless loneliness in his heart. After drinking, it exploded.

Juque suddenly sensed the master's thoughts, came out of its sheath, and automatically appeared in Ximen Chuixue's palm.

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

This practice, he practiced in his whole life.

From learning swordsmanship at a young age, to becoming successful in learning, to having no relatives, to abandoning his wife and children, to... a life of loneliness.

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

Where is he looking at the sword, he seems to be watching the life of Simon Chuixue.

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