Chapter 86 Suddenly Hearing of a Real Girl-Chasing King

Duan Yu was ultimately going home, so after a lively last meal, he bid farewell to the others.

"Young Master Duan's move last night was indeed impressive."

Lu Xiaofeng was still amazed, but what he really wanted to ask was why Ximen Chuixue hadn't actually fought him.

It wasn't that he was just enjoying the spectacle; it was simply that even someone like him, who didn't use a sword, could see the exquisite nature of the moves. How could someone like Ximen Chuixue, who was so devoted to the way of the sword that he was almost obsessed, not be moved?

Seemingly sensing his friend's inner turmoil, Ximen Chuixue finally spoke in a calm voice: "His internal energy is unstable right now, and he can't even guarantee when he can use that move again."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng felt much clearer about his mind. If Duan Yu couldn't unleash that wondrous sword energy, he would be no different from an ordinary martial artist in front of Ximen Chuixue, and naturally wouldn't be interested in competing with him.

But before he could fully relax, his heart was suddenly gripped by the next sentence: "So we have agreed to fight again when he can truly master this technique."

Why do we still have to fight?!

Lu Xiaofeng's heart tightened. He knew that Ximen Chuixue's sword was a killing sword, and once it was used, blood would inevitably be drawn.

When I met that young master a few months ago, he was just an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts. He had only been practicing martial arts for less than half a year. How could he possibly compete with Ximen Chuixue, who had been practicing swordsmanship diligently since childhood?

He was worried, and following his heart, he asked, "What if it takes Duan Yu a long time to master this move? After all, he inexplicably possessed such profound internal energy, and it certainly won't be something he can do completely refine in a short time."

Ximen Chuixue's expression remained unchanged after hearing these words, as silent as his sword: "Even if it takes ten or twenty years, I can wait."

He didn't emphasize his words, but no one took it as a joke. Even Lu Yusheng, who had the shortest contact with him, inexplicably felt that he was just that kind of person.

—A person who would wait twenty years for an opponent.

Lu Xiaofeng fell silent. He could no longer offer any words of advice, and could only silently pray that by then, as their feelings would change, their longing would cease and they would stop.

He changed the subject, asking, "So, do you already know what kind of move that mysterious sword energy is?"

As if recalling something interesting, Ximen Chuixue's thoughts shifted for a moment, and he asked somewhat strangely, "Do you know who he is?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and turned to look at Lu Yusheng.

Lu Yusheng shook his head: "He was a guest before, so of course I couldn't ask too many questions. He even told me his name after we got to know each other."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Hua Manlou on the other side.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Hua Manlou coughed lightly: "I don't know either."

So Lu Xiaofeng began to ponder again: "Such an exquisite skill could not possibly be unknown. Although he did not mention where his hometown was, it seems that he mentioned yesterday that it would take half a month to get home..."

"He has an extraordinary air about him; you can tell at a glance that he's a pampered young master," Sikong Zhaixing said, her words carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Hua Manlou quietly chimed in, "The surname Duan doesn't seem to be very common. If it's the most famous..."

At this point, Ximen Chuixue stopped hiding his true intentions and stated frankly, "He is a member of the Duan family of Dali."

Seeing his certain tone, Lu Xiaofeng was surprised: "He has already told you everything about his background?"

The latter nodded in agreement, and no one present doubted the truth of the matter... Few people could lie to Ximen Chuixue; it seemed to have become some kind of unwritten rule.

However, this was not the main point Ximen Chuixue made when he mentioned this matter. He continued in his calm and even tone, "His father was the Prince of Zhennan of Dali."

"The Prince of Zhennan..."

As Ximen Chuixue had predicted, Lu Xiaofeng indeed lost his composure, muttering the story to himself before speaking again with envy: "Is it that Prince Duan, whom all the famous and beautiful young women in the martial arts world were infatuated with twenty years ago?"

Even Lu Yusheng was taken aback when he first heard this title, and when he came to his senses, he subconsciously wanted to know the whole story.

His bewildered gaze swept around, and he happened to meet the eyes of Sikong Zhaixing beside him.

The latter immediately gestured for her to come closer and whispered a lot of gossip about the Duan family to her.

Seeing that Lu Yusheng looked enlightened and his wish had been fulfilled after listening, he knew that his explanation had not been in vain.

Lu Yusheng was also somewhat surprised. Without needing to say anything, the other party had already guessed her thoughts, which finally helped her regain some of the feelings of friendship, bond, and tacit understanding she had when they spent time together before.

However, I couldn't help but sigh at the content of her words: "A succubus..."

"The son of a Casanova is actually heartbroken over love." Sikong Zhaixing, with a different perspective, quipped.

"Then the finger technique he used is the famous One-Finger Divine Skill of the Duan family?" Lu Xiaofeng asked suspiciously, then denied it himself: "But I heard that it seems to be just ordinary internal energy projection."

He was also famous for his finger techniques, and he had some knowledge of Duan's One-Finger Divine Skill.

Seeing that he had already guessed most of it, Ximen Chuixue simply explained the general outline of the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" technique that Duan Yu had told him.

"Has he already revealed the entire lost secret manual to you?"

Ximen Chuixue shook his head, offering no further explanation, but clearly, he was still pleased to have discovered such a formidable future opponent.

Now everyone is happy; no one wants to fight here, and they've all had a peaceful breakfast together.

Remembering his grand plan to promote the game, Lu Yusheng urged Brother Sword God to start introducing the game he hadn't finished talking about last time.

Seeing the video content so fluid and lifelike, even someone like Ximen Chuixue who doesn't usually pay much attention to such things can appreciate the uniqueness of its craftsmanship.

However, I still didn't investigate it too deeply.

As the video ended, his expression gradually turned serious, an attitude that made it impossible for anyone to associate him with playing computer games.

It's a pity I can't actually fight the master in the painting who has an extraordinary temperament and superb swordsmanship.

However, after watching the story in order, he saw many aspects of human nature beyond the sword path. The Sword Master's transformation from his arrogant and unruly appearance as a young man to his silent loneliness after experiencing countless trials was truly moving.

Although Ximen Chuixue himself was almost born with this kind of personality, he was still able to empathize with the changing moods of the people in the painting as he followed the rhythm of the story.

The actual game content didn't appeal to him as much as the meticulously crafted CGs. He watched the main storyline without missing a single detail, but after getting the hang of it, he skipped over the parts where he actually used the mouse to fight monsters.

Lu Yusheng had been secretly watching his game progress, but considering that he might not like being watched, she didn't make it obvious.

I would only peek inside occasionally when passing by, or pretend to wipe the flower stand that was being used as a partition, while my eyes would automatically lock onto the screen as I did so.

Whether Ximen Chuixue noticed or not... he didn't say anything to kick them out.

Seeing that he had mastered the four unlocked skills and could automatically use skill combinations with equal damage just by glancing at the monster's health bar without wasting a single extra basic attack, she was amazed.

After the initial feeling that "a genius is a genius in any field," Lu Yusheng also realized that the other party seemed to be more enthusiastic about the plot than about the fancy embedded gameplay, and would even skip the monster-fighting tasks that they had to do.

However, the attitude was clearly different when playing dialogue scenes and when jumping to CG videos.

Linghu Chong didn't have much ambition or expectation for this game, but Yue Lingshan wanted to collect outfits to upgrade her character's level, so he cooperated by grinding monsters and running dungeons.

Ye Guhong only started to show interest in the game because he wanted to play the same game as Ximen Chuixue and was persuaded by Lu Yusheng's idea of ​​"playing with your idol".

It seems that the reason why Ximen Chuixue continues to experience it is because of its core story...

Thinking to himself that he would find a few more movies of similar themes when the other person came again, Lu Yusheng could only regret that this short reunion was about to end.

Originally, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue came for the poisoned Hua Manlou. Now that the poison has been cured and they have a newly discovered potential opponent, the two have successfully achieved their goal for this trip.

After declining Lu Yusheng's invitation to dinner, the two of them embarked on their return journey once again.

In the following day or two, Hua Manlou, who had recovered from his injuries, did not mention going home again. Although Lu Yusheng was curious, he did not ask any further questions.

As the Lunar New Year approached, her mood improved, and the daily meals became increasingly lavish.

Infected by her emotions, Sikong Zhaixing, in order to celebrate, ordered two signature Peking ducks from the best restaurant in the city during her shopping trip.

That's a truly time-honored brand, and their craftsmanship is genuinely excellent; you have to get up early to queue.

When the food was served, Lu Yusheng indeed ate with gusto, but while enjoying herself, she insisted on making pancakes for the remaining two people on the table, making sure that each pancake had evenly distributed scallions and cucumbers.

The rolled pancakes were divided into two plates. Sikong Zhaixing's portion was pushed over by her, while Hua Manlou's portion was unceremoniously placed into his bowl.

Despite being mentally prepared, Sikong Zhaixing was still occasionally stung by the intimacy between Lu Yusheng and Hua Manlou.

He coughed twice deliberately, cleared his throat, and casually picked a topic to finally interrupt the two of them.

After the first successful experiment, Sikong Zhaixing used this trick more often.

Sometimes he didn't even know what he was trying to achieve by doing this, whether it was to break them up or something.

Even if I succeed, my behavior is too shameful and too low-class.

But I still silently followed my heart and didn't want them to get to the point of being deeply in love so quickly.

In fact, this forcibly extended buffer period was less about interfering with their relationship and more about giving Sikong Zhaixing time to slowly accept reality.

After this happened four or five times, Lu Yusheng became unhappy.

"Xiao Xing—" She frowned and looked back at him, her slightly displeased expression making him feel a little nervous.

Then I heard her continue, "If you have phlegm, you should spit it out outside."

Sikong Zhaixing: ...There's nothing to say to someone who gets their brains messed up by talking about love!

He angrily returned to his room, this time genuinely giving up his space.

This emotion comes quickly, but goes slowly.

Before dawn the next day, already feeling uneasy, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. The blurry dream he had just had was immediately forgotten by Sikong Zhaixing. He tidied himself up and went downstairs.

Winter days are short, and it was only the hour of Yin (3-5 AM) at this time. The surroundings were quiet, and he unconsciously softened his movements a little.

The sound of a door opening echoed in the corridor behind her. Sikong Zhaixing turned around and, using the faint light from the emergency exit sign, confirmed the identity of the person who had entered.

It is Hua Manlou, whose sleep quality was not affected but whose hearing was outstanding.

The two tacitly kept their footsteps very quiet so as not to wake Lu Yusheng, who was still fast asleep.

I jumped down the stairs, crossed the hall, and finally arrived at the tightly closed door.

As the saying goes, skill breeds daring. Usually at this time, he would be the one entering other people's homes. Now that the roles have been reversed, he wouldn't care whether he met a human or a ghost when he opened the door.

The door opened, and to my surprise, it was a woman, a very beautiful woman at that.

Sikong Zhaixing took a step back, now somewhat doubting whether he had truly encountered a ghost.

Fortunately, although he didn't recognize the person, Hua Manlou did, or rather... the woman recognized Hua Manlou first.

Before he could even speak, the woman in front of him had already called out the name of the person behind him.

Upon hearing this voice, Hua Manlou was taken aback for a moment before saying, "Boss lady?"

The title contains only one piece of information: if there is a "boss lady," then there must also be a "boss." But Sikong Zhaixing knows quite a few bosses, so at this moment she can't help but think of the people in her mind who match the title.