Chapter 917: Ximen Chuixue Extraordinary: Never Say No to Ice and Snow (middle)
The wine in the world is warm and spring is vast, and the flowers and branches are long in the daytime.
Seven years later, Ximen Chuixue, who used to be not much taller than a sword, has finally grown into a handsome boy.
For the past seven years, he has been practicing swordsmanship without sleep or food, and finally succeeded in swordsmanship, defeating the masters who taught him swordsmanship one after another.
Ximen Chuixue rarely leaves Wanmei Villa, so people in Jianghu still don't know that there is such an amazing young genius in the world.
His sword never leaves his hand, even when he eats and sleeps.
Time passed by like a white horse, Ximen Chuixue temperament became more and more like a sword, cold and silent, his eyes were colder and sharper than a sword.
The seven-year appointment has come, and the little fairy with a bright robe and a bright smile has not yet appeared, and Ximen Chuixue's expression has become more and more gloomy.
The cold moon and the breeze, the dark fragrance floats, Ximen Chuixue is practicing swords under the moon, the clothes are flying, and the sword light is like thunder and lightning.
"Good swordsmanship, come like a thunderbolt to absorb anger, stop like a river condensing light."
The crisp high-fives sounded at the same time as the sweet laughter. Ximen Chuixue turned back and saw the girl wearing a moon-white broad-sleeved flowing fairy skirt, combing the wind and mist on the temples, and holding a palace lantern in her hand.
"Its shape is like a frightening giant, graceful like a wandering dragon. Rong Yao Qiu Ju, Hua Mao Chun Pine. It seems like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like a flowing wind returning snow..."
At this moment, "Luo Shen Fu" unexpectedly flashed into Ximen Chuixue's mind, and he suddenly discovered that the little fairy was more beautiful than he remembered.
On the palace lantern mentioned by Singer Shu An, the story of Chang'e flying to the moon is painted. She gently raised her hand, and the palace lantern fluttered into the sky.
The cool moon is like water, the nebula is vast, Ximen Chuixue watched the palace lantern fly away, and the scenes of getting along with the little fairy at the age of seven kept flashing in his mind.
"Why don't you talk, don't you know me?"
Shu Ange walked towards Ximen Chuixue with a smile and stopped a step away from him.
The fourteen-year-old Ximen Chuixue has a particularly beautiful demeanor, Xiao Xiao Susu, and hearty and clear-headed, such as Zhilan Yushu, which makes people happy.
He has a cold temperament, but he is not like the later generations, where thousands of mountains and birds fly away without a trace.
"Are you a fox fairy?"
Ximen Chuixue sheathed her sword and stared at Shu Ange quietly, as if she wanted to see her fluffy fox tail through her beautiful face.
"Fox fairy?"
Shu Ange's eyes glittered, she bit her teeth lightly, and asked with a smile, "I'm a little fairy, not a fox spirit, but your future wife."
When he was seven years old when he heard this sentence, Xiao Ximen Chuixue was embarrassed for a long time. Before he could decide whether to marry the little fairy as his wife when he grew up, she had disappeared from his world.
Now, she came as promised with the palace lantern and the moonlight, and Ximen Chuixue had a strange emotion in her heart.
He is now fourteen years old, and he is not as ignorant of the concept of a wife as he was when he was young.
When he passed twelve o'clock, his father brought two stunning beauties of cardamom age, one named Ruanhong and the other named Jasper.
After the two came to Wanmei Villa, they kept pestering him, and Ximen Chuixue was so disturbed that they drove these two boneless women out.
He is not a fool. Dad sent two beauties here, in fact, to be a maid of the house and to help him understand personnel.
Ximen Chuixue didn't like them, and he was bored by vulgar fans, and he didn't want them to stay by his side for a moment.
He is sincere with the sword and does not want to spend time on women.
"Why would I marry you?"
When he asked such a sentence, Shu Ange took out a fiery red pomegranate from his sleeve and threw it into the arms of the young Ximen Chuixue.
The teenager Ximen Chuixue steadily caught the pomegranate and looked at Shu Ange in confusion.
"Your favorite pomegranate, oh, eat my pomegranate, you're mine."
This is so unreasonable, Ximen Chuixue looked at the pomegranate in his hand, he didn't know what to say for a while, and instinctively was reluctant to throw it away.
Shu Ange suddenly stretched out his hand and held the young Ximen Chuixue's hand across his sleeve.
He looked at her in a daze, and quickly retracted his hand, Shu Ange smiled and approached him.
After seven or eight moves, Shu Ange firmly held the young Ximen Chuixue's hand in his palm, and whistled proudly: "Practicing swords is so hard, how about leaving Wanmei Villa with me and wandering around the world for three days?"
Her palms were as warm as he remembered.
Yueguang Tai, the girl's bright and moving smile made Ximen Chuixue unable to refuse: "Are you leaving again in three days?"
"Yeah, because the little fairy's spell can only last for three days, are you willing to travel around the world with me?"
Shu Ange sent an invitation to Ximen Chuixue again, and he responded unexpectedly.
"The moon is so beautiful, let's go now!"
Ximen Chuixue called his servants to prepare a fast horse, brought a silver ticket, and walked out of Wanmei Villa under the cool breeze and moonlight.
In a blink of an eye, three days passed. They were fishing together on the boat, sneaking into the Wulin Alliance Lord's Mansion, peeking at the first beauty in the rivers and lakes, and galloping and laughing together.
It was another beautiful moonlit night. The teenager Ximen Chuixue rode a horse, Shu Ange leaned on his back, wrapped around his waist, and asked with a sneer, "Why don't you let me sit in your arms, because I like being held by me. Is it?"
The cold wind was blowing on his face, but Ximen Chuixue's cheeks were hot, and the girl's soft and fragrant body was clinging to him, making him feel hot and restless.
"Do not touch me."
"Just touch you, hee hee."
Shu Ange straightened up, covered the eyes of young Ximen Chuixue with his soft and slender fingers, and then blew hot air behind his ears.
The young Ximen Chuixue was numb, and suddenly restrained the reins of the horse, then turned around and hugged Shu Ange in front of him. After holding her in his arms, he whipped the horse again.
Shu Ange was still restless in Ximen Chuixue's arms, he could only grab her restless little hand with one hand.
"Are you really my future wife? We got married in a few years?"
The young Ximen Chuixue suddenly had some doubts. He did have a little more patience for the strange girl in his arms.
But when it comes to marriage, he has sworn that if he wants to pursue kendo in this life, how can he give up halfway and turn to marry a wife and have children.
"Hmph, of course, but you've been chasing me for several years, changing tricks every day to please me, so I reluctantly agreed to marry you."
"..."
The teenager Ximen Chuixue fell into silence. He could not imagine what it would be like to give up sword training and chase after a woman for a few years.
"Full of nonsense."
Shu Ange lowered his head and bit the wrist of the young Ximen Chuixue, and he frowned in pain.
"Haha, let's roam the world together, rejoice in enmity, and sing about wine!"
Shu Ange looked at the moon and made a bold statement. The boy Ximen Chuixue suddenly fell silent, and after a while, he asked, "Can you not leave?"
He reined in the reins, Shu Ange got up lightly, and sat down face to face with him.
Her eyes were sparkling, as if hiding countless stars.
The teenager Ximen Chuixue thought of the scene when she suddenly kissed his forehead when he was seven years old.