"What is this?"
Lu Xiaofeng picked up the invitation card on the table in confusion. When he saw the cloud pattern on it, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. "Ye Gucheng?"
He immediately raised his head and looked at the bored Xie Lige in shock. "An invitation from City Lord Ye?"
Lu Xiaofeng felt like he had been struck by lightning. His face was filled with despair. It's over, it's over. He originally thought that his two friends were going to fight to the death, which was enough of a headache for him. Now, he discovered that there were even more terrifying things in this world.
These two people had become three people.
Even more terrifying.
Lu Xiaofeng's entire body was sprawled on the table as he lowered his head in pain. When he closed his eyes, the scene of these three people fighting would appear in his mind. "If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have come."
Lu Xiaofeng was filled with regret.
Hua Manlou heard his words and softly smiled. "It seems like you've run into trouble again."
"Yes!"
Lu Xiaofeng's face was squeezed onto the table because he was using too much strength. He said to himself, "I spend every day in trouble."
Xie Lige raised his eyebrows as he looked at Lu Xiaofeng. "Ye Gucheng and Simon Suisue are going to compete in swordsmanship?"
This result was expected but also a bit surprising. These two peerless swordsmen would definitely fight sooner or later. The only thing that was surprising was that it was so early.
"Isn't it because you caused too much of a commotion back then?"
Lu Xiaofeng sighed and forced himself to sit up from the table. He began to talk about the recent major events in Jianghu.
His expression was no longer as dejected as before. When he talked about the Jianghu that he was familiar with, Lu Xiaofeng's expression became much more lively.
Xie Lige spun the jade brush in his hand and leisurely said, "Oh, is that so?"
"Of course it is. Just by using qinggong, he was able to make Sword God Simon Suisue unable to even touch the corner of his clothes. He completely played him like a child."
Lu Xiaofeng thought back to the chaotic events in Jianghu. If he didn't believe that this person in front of him really didn't care about anything, he would have thought that this rumor was leaked by him.
Xie Lige leaned back in his armchair. Beside him was a simple potted plant. The faint fragrance of the flowers drifted to the tip of his nose.
His eyes seemed to be closed, and his fingers were gently tapping the back of the chair. No one knew what he was thinking.
After a while, Lu Xiaofeng spoke again, unwilling to be left out, "Do you know what the Jianghu people are talking about?"
Xie Lige opened his eyes. "What?"
"Cough cough!"
Lu Xiaofeng coughed lightly and imitated the storytellers in the restaurant. "That Brush Demon only used one move to push that Sword God Simon Suisue back a few meters. The brush in his hand lightly moved, and another move …"
Xie Lige frowned and said, "What a terrible name."
After hearing Lu Xiaofeng say this, even if he didn't know much about Jianghu affairs, he still understood that the Brush Demon that Lu Xiaofeng was talking about was himself. Xie Lige was extremely dissatisfied. Why were the other two Sword Gods and Sword Immortals, but when it came to him, only the Brush Demon was left?
Lu Xiaofeng felt a little thirsty after speaking a long string of words, so he lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea to drink.
Before the tea even entered his mouth, he heard Xie Lige's cold and disdainful words.
He couldn't swallow the tea in his mouth, but he couldn't spit it out either. The scalding hot tea made him hiss in pain. He hurriedly ran to the window and vomited. His heart skipped a beat as he narrowly escaped with his life.
After vomiting, Lu Xiaofeng immediately felt that his mouth wasn't hot anymore. He wiped his mouth and returned to the table.
He couldn't help but size up the person in front of him. As he looked, he couldn't help but want to complain. Did this person in front of him have some kind of misunderstanding about his appearance? Simon Suisue and Ye Gucheng at least had snow-white clothes and an aloof and otherworldly temperament. Big or small, they could be gods or immortals.
Lu Xiaofeng then looked at the person in front of him, who was leaning lazily against the back of the chair. His hair was as white as snow, his skin was pale and thin, and his entire body was surrounded by a murderous aura. Those black eyes were deathly still. Looking at him, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but shiver.
Sure enough, it was impossible not to give him the Brush Demon.
Of course, Lu Xiaofeng didn't say this out loud. He just buried his head in his tea and tried to dispel the depression in his heart. He still had to go and mediate the fight later.
"Will you go on the fifteenth of August?"
Xie Lige was in a daze. When he heard Lu Xiaofeng's words, he raised his head and asked with a frown, "What?"
Lu Xiaofeng seemed to find it uncomfortable to stand, so he simply sat down like he usually did. When he heard Xie Lige's voice, he didn't even raise his head and replied, "Of course it's the duel at the top of the forbidden city."
Xie Lige said with some surprise, "They're competing at the foot of the Emperor?"
This world was much more open than he had imagined. A swordsman was using martial arts on top of the Emperor's head. Had this world's imperial power declined to this extent?
Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "The location was set by Lord Ye."
Xie Lige didn't deny it. He tapped his finger on the table and said lightly, "Let's go to the capital."
Hua Manlou hugged Tanshu and sat next to Lu Xiaofeng. He leaned his ear to the side and asked, "Is Godfather going to participate in the duel?"
"Not interested."
Lu Xiaofeng scratched his head, "Then what are you going to do?"
"Since the invitation has been sent, I'll accept it and go." Xie Lige tapped on the invitation on the table.
Of course he would go. As for the duel, it was up to him to decide.
There was a restaurant in the capital that was packed with people.
The first floor was filled with people. A few storytellers sat on the first floor and talked about the major events that had happened in the capital recently.
One was about a bet between two wealthy merchants in the capital.
The other was about a duel between two of the most famous swordsmen in the entire jianghu.
The people below the stage were discussing spiritedly, but there wasn't much noise. It was because someone in a private room on the second floor was looking at them.
That person leaned against the railing on the second floor, pouring wine for himself and occasionally playing with the jade pen in his hand. His clothes were purple and black. His skin was very white, and his face was very white. It was the kind of white that was so pale that it was almost transparent. However, there was a faint smell of blood around him. He looked down calmly.
The people on the first floor were very careful even when they spoke. They all recognized the indifferent person on the second floor. The jade pen in that person's hand proved that he was the Pen Demon that was currently famous in the jianghu.
It was said that this person was both good and evil. His martial arts were terrifyingly high. Small soldiers like them couldn't even withstand one move from him. Naturally, they were more willing to listen.
Lu Xiaofeng looked at the cautious people below and said to Xie Lige with some hesitation, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Xie Lige stood up and looked outside the door, "It's coming."
Hmm?
What's coming?