Chapter 180: The Elegant and Romantic Re-Song of the Celebrities·Twenty-six

Ye Gucheng knew that no matter whether he won or lost the battle tonight, he would not be able to leave here alive.

In this duel, victory or defeat had lost its meaning; for people like them, the sword was everything.

It was a pity that he could not see the legendary Emperor's Sword.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were gray and white. This state of being extremely close to death made him sober and calmer than ever before.

Come, let him see with his own eyes the sword path they had spent their entire lives pursuing.

Xiao Hao gave him fifteen breaths of time, not too long or too short, just the time for two sword masters to collide and shine like meteors.

Between masters, the collision of Dao is often enough in a moment.

Their swords were all drawn, but their speed was not fast - they looked slow, but in fact, the blades were moving at will.

They did not need to perform a complete move, as long as they saw the opponent's sword move, they would know how to change the sword in their hands to deal with this sword.

There was no sound of swords clashing, nor sparks flying everywhere, but every change between them was frightening and made people sweat.

All this happened very quickly, maybe less than five breaths, but it was enough for the masters present to understand some things.

Ye Gucheng's sword was light and rootless, just like him, it was the wind from the sky.

And Ximen Chuxue's sword was bound by an invisible thread, hindering his changes.

Xiao Hao knew that it was the ties from the mortal world, family, friends, and feelings. Ximen Chuxue's sword still had human feelings, but Ye Gucheng did not.

Ye Gucheng had indeed "entered the world and left".

He finally reached the top of the sword.

Xiao Hao didn't know what he saw in his eyes at this moment, but he believed that it must be the purest, most flawless and most sacred thing that others could not see.

In their last sword, Ye Gucheng's sword was faster than Ximen Chuxue's.

They both clearly understood the consequences of this sword. Ximen Chuxue's sword would pierce Ye Gucheng's chest, but before that, Ye Gucheng's sword would pierce Ximen Chuxue's throat first.

Ye Gucheng's wrist began to make subtle movements. He had already achieved his long-cherished wish. It was time to end this duel and send his respected opponent to the supreme throne. At

this moment, there was no turbulence in his heart, only boundless peace, and a little bit of unspeakable regret.

Suddenly, a sound of piano like flowing water rang out from the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

A huge halo with a green glow rose under the feet of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuxue. It was easy to see where the internal force of this color came from.

Everyone's eyes were cast on Xiao Hao, who had been suspended in the air with Qingxiao Feiyu at some point.

It was not that Xiao Hao deliberately chose this method, but that Ye Gucheng and the others were on the roof. If he wanted to reach them and put a circle, he had to jump up.

Jiang Zhuyuetian paused all skill CDs, which in reality became the internal breath of the target within the freezing range.

Without the internal force to support the sword energy, the swords of the two of them were no longer absolutely unstoppable.

Xiao Hao landed easily between the two of them, using the zither box to block their swords at the same time, and also prevented the tip of Ye Gucheng's sword from continuing to deviate.

No one could have expected this sudden change.

But Ximen Chuxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw clearly just now that Ye Gucheng wanted to die under his sword. He wanted to take back the sword, but he read a request for help from Ye Gucheng's eyes.

Their swords were fixed in the air in this way, and outsiders could see more clearly: the swords of these two people were doomed to die, and their swords would stab each other to death at the same time.

Everyone was filled with fear and horror. With so many swordsmanship masters present, it was not difficult to see the sword moves of these two people, but no one could see the end. In a moment of life and death, no one could guess the result before one of them fell.

And Lu Xiaofeng saw that Ye Gucheng was seeking death, but at this distance, even if he realized this, he could not do anything.

No one in the world can stop those two swords.

Xiao Hao not only saw through the result, but also stopped it.

No one could see how he did it. People who were not in Jiang Zhuyuetian's circle would not feel that time seemed to be suspended. Anyway, they just blinked, and this thrilling fight came to an end with both sides intact.

The only thing they could judge was that the tips of the swords in Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng's hands were only an inch away from each other's vital points.

Everyone thought that it was fortunate that Xiao Hao took action in time, otherwise, two bodies would fall on the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Although the little emperor had no skills, he had good eyesight. The vision of the emperor did not limit his judgment. In addition, with Shi Zhixuan's explanation to him, his understanding of this battle was deeper than many people in the field.

Ye Gucheng looked at Xiao Hao deeply, and Xiao Hao whispered to him: "You want to send him to the top of the sword, but doing so will put him in eternal loneliness. His heart is not cold, and whether he should be affectionate or ruthless should be decided by him and his sword. You have no right to make a choice for him."

Ye Gucheng said to Ximen Chuxue calmly: "You won."

Ximen Chuxue was about to frown and shake his head, but the sixteenth breath had quietly arrived, and the peerless swordsman opposite fell on his back.

He took back his sword and felt the night wind between heaven and earth was very cold.

"I lost."

Everyone was puzzled. These two people, one said the other won, and the other said he lost, so who won and who lost? Who is more skilled?

So they asked Xiao Hao, who had seen through their sword moves and came to their rescue at the last moment.

But Xiao Hao just shook his head lightly and said nothing.

It was hard to say who would win or lose between them.

Only Lu Xiaofeng looked meaningfully at the three people on the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, weighed his wallet and said, "I wonder if anyone in the casino has bet on a draw in this duel."

Everyone had endless aftertastes about this duel, and every detail was enough for them to savor for years. After hearing what Lu Xiaofeng said, they immediately felt that a draw was also a result.

Wei Ziyun and others saw that the decisive battle was over. According to the rules, they had to deal with Ye Gucheng, the dead rebel.

Xiao Hao then pulled out a bright yellow imperial edict from his bosom and slowly unfolded it. When everyone saw this, they immediately knelt down to listen to his order.

"The Emperor of Fengtian Chengyun decrees: Xiao Hao, the chief assistant of the inner cabinet, is fully responsible for the rebellion of the Southern Prince's Mansion. The rest of the idle people must leave the palace immediately."

No one dared to disobey the emperor's decree.

Xiao Hao sat quietly on the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, watching those people go away, watching Wei Ziyun leave with the imperial guards, and Ye Gucheng still lying beside him.

No one would doubt Xiao Hao's words. He was able to save the situation at the critical moment of the duel between the two greatest swordsmen of the time, and he had medical skills that could almost bring people back to life. If he said that there was no Ye Gucheng in the world, then no one would question the fact that Ye Gucheng was dead.

Therefore, no one dared to come forward to check whether Ye Gucheng was completely cooled down or whether he still had a pulse.

Ye Gucheng felt that this feeling was very strange. He opened his eyes, but no part of his body could move. The dawn broke in the east, and both the morning sun and the clouds were gray.

Is this what death feels like?

Ximen Chuxue took his sword away, so where would Xiao Hao take him?

Ye Gucheng didn't know why he could still receive information from the outside world. His eyes were always open, and he could always see the endless sky. The sound

of the piano rang in his ears again.

The world was regaining its color. He noticed that the blood in his body began to flow again and became warm again. His internal breath began to circulate, and his fingertips gradually warmed up.

"How long are you going to lie down? I have to go to the morning court soon."

Ye Gucheng turned over and sat up.

He looked at Xiao Hao in surprise and disbelief. This audacious minister actually deceived the emperor right under his nose.

Xiao Hao gave him a few waves of blood, pushed his status to the limit, and said calmly: "I have something very important to tell you."

Ye Gucheng became serious and listened carefully to his next words.

"When the reform is completely over and the remaining opposition forces in the court are cleared, I will leave. I didn't save your life in vain."

Ye Gucheng immediately understood what he meant.

"You have already perfected your swordsmanship brilliantly. I hope that you, who have reached the pinnacle, can help the current emperor to practice his emperor's sword."

Ye Gucheng asked, "Where are you going?"

Xiao Hao rarely showed a bit of ignorance, "I don't know, but I probably won't be back anyway." The Fluorite was taken back, as were the Autumn Water and Long Sky Ring and the Cangyun Black Armor Shield and Sword. He and his pets were all helping with the territory. It seemed that he had not left anything unusual this time.

Ye Gucheng thought about it and made a promise: "I will protect him."

Xiao Hao shook his head: "He doesn't need protection, he is a very good king. It's just that his sword is in his heart, and the sword in his heart is more difficult than the sword in his hand. The sword in his hand will hurt others, but the sword in his heart will hurt himself. The road is different, you can help him."

The road is different.

Ye Gucheng chewed this sentence in his mouth and made a decision.

The moment he came back to life, he was confused. The world was vast, and Ye Gucheng was no longer in the world, and he only had the sword.

Xiao Hao gave him a new path and a new goal.

The sword of the emperor, peace in the world, and peace for all people.

It sounds a bit exciting.

"It was not my decision to keep you. His Majesty is kindhearted, but there are some things he wants to do but dares not say or do. Only I can help him do it. If His Majesty had not stopped in time at the last moment, the golden cicada would not have escaped from its shell."

Ye Gucheng nodded: "I understand."

Ye Gucheng has died forever on the top of the Forbidden City.

He will become the sword in the hands of the young emperor.

Xiao Hao stood up leisurely, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and said to the sunlight: "This beautiful land is really beautiful."

Ye Gucheng said: "There are more opposing forces in the court than the Southern King. If you are not careful, you will be crushed to pieces."

Xiao Hao said fearlessly: "If you advance, you will stick to the right path and brave the thunder and lightning; if you retreat, you will keep the interest of tranquility and forget your worries by wandering in the grass and marshes." [Note]

Ye Gucheng stopped talking.

The dream of literati and heroes throughout the ages is to write blood and ink.

His way is the way of life, and Xiao Hao is actually the same. It's just that he enters the world and leaves it, his heart is always like the white clouds in the sky, pure and spotless; Xiao Hao

, on the other hand, accepts the worldly affairs, taking in the mountains and rivers, the bright moon, the rain, snow and spring breeze in the world, and no longer distinguishes between the world inside and outside. So Xiao Hao has more real fireworks than him and Ximen.

The three of them are cold-faced people, but Xiao Hao's coldness is not arrogant and superior, but more noble and indifferent, saying that there is no clear sky but there is clear sky.

Ye Gucheng finally thought of a word that fits Xiao Hao.

Confucian hero.

Probably like this.

The author has something to say: Little Emperor: Ye Gucheng?

Ye Gucheng: A commoner in the mountains, dare not go up to the heavens to listen.

Little Emperor: Fairy from the sky, what a good swordsmanship!

Ye Gucheng: ...Your Majesty, I praise you.

Little Emperor: You don't have to be too modest since you can fight with me so many times!

Ye Gucheng: ...Oh.

Little Emperor: When I praise you, can't you show some appreciation? For example, let me admire your elegance from a close distance?

Ye Gucheng: This is not my job.

Little Emperor [sighs suddenly]: You are a beautiful woman, but you are a thief.

Ye Gucheng: ...

Ye Gucheng: ...I know, Your Majesty, please continue to praise me.

Ritian [with mixed feelings]: ...My apprentice must not be so obsessed with looks because I taught him to be like this.

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Skill explanation:

Reflection in a Cup of Water: Allows severely injured teammates to be temporarily resurrected for 30 seconds to continue fighting.

Optional acupoints [Shou Sheng] extend by 30s, [Zhuang Zhou Meng] immediately resets the target's skill adjustment time after resurrecting the target (equivalent to the peak state).

Position conflict, so you can only choose one. Zhuang Zhoumeng from the Japanese point in the article.

Fifteen breaths is thirty seconds_(:з」∠)_, one breath ≈ two seconds.

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There are two more chapters in this volume. The next volume is about my wife's house. Aoaoaojijijijijijiji [Already crazy

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Note: From Fan Zhongyan's "Runzhou Xie Shangbiao".