Coming out of Hua Manlou's room, Lu Xiaofeng also wanted to see the flower that was said to be able to attract Yang Muzhi here.

Who would have thought that instead of seeing the flower, he would see a clever little imp.

It was Shangguan Xueer.

The seemingly clever little girl was digging something with a shovel. Could it be that she wanted to dig up the flower and send it to Muzhi?

He remembered that Hua Manlou had said that this little girl liked Muzhi.

"Hey, little cousin, what are you doing here?

Digging for flowers? "

Shangguan Xueer, who was digging with her head buried in something, was startled by Lu Xiaofeng's silent appearance. "Hey, little cousin, you scared me.

I'm not digging for flowers, I'm digging for people. "

She really was a liar who didn't speak the truth. Who was she digging for?

Could it be that someone was buried here?

He suddenly wanted to tease this little liar.

"Digging for people?

I heard that you've been looking for your sister today. Could it be that you're digging for your sister? "

Throwing away the shovel in her hand, Shangguan Xueer looked at him with an indescribably complicated expression. "I know that you must have heard from Princess Danfeng, right?

She was the one who harmed my sister! "

"Yes, yes, yes. I know that you're telling the truth. You didn't lie to me. Can you take out the evidence?"

Lu Xiaofeng's tone was filled with disbelief and teasing. Shangguan Xueer really took out a handkerchief from her body. Inside the handkerchief was a golden needle.

"This is the evidence. Princess Danfeng used the Red Phoenix Needle to poison my sister and buried her here.

The soil was poisoned, which is why flowers that can't be found elsewhere grew here. "

Seeing that her tone and expression were very serious, Lu Xiaofeng really believed her for a moment. But then he remembered that the person in front of him was a little liar and couldn't be trusted.

"Yes, yes, yes. That's how it is.

Keep digging, I'll go find some wine to drink. "

Shangguan Xueer looked at his receding figure and shouted, "Your biggest problem is that you think you're smart. You don't believe what you should believe, and you believe what you shouldn't believe."

He didn't know if Lu Xiaofeng heard him.

The next morning, Princess Danfeng personally saw the three of them off.

Not only did he treat Lu Xiaofeng with gentleness and care, he even sent Hua Manlou's greetings on behalf of Shangguan Feiyan.

The three of them quickly mounted their horses. Yang Muzhi teased them, "Look at you guys. Both of you have beauties who care about you. Why don't I have one?"

Hua Manlou tilted his head and smiled at him. "Brother Yang, I still care about you."

Lu Xiaofeng bluntly said, "If you didn't always keep girls at a respectful distance, I'm sure there would be someone who would be willing to use a honey trap on you."

This time, it was Yang Muzhi's turn to be silent. In his previous life, when he was young and impetuous, he had attracted the hearts of countless girls for no reason. Unfortunately, he was more inclined towards men than beauties, so he couldn't help but let down the hearts of the girls one by one.

So he changed the topic. "So where are we going next?"

Lu Xiaofeng still didn't let him go. "How about I take you to drink wine with girls?

The girls there should know how to take care of you. "

Although he said this, Hua Manlou and Yang Muzhi both knew that he wanted to go to the brothel to find the Old Master Tortoise, and then find Daechi Chase through the Old Master Tortoise.

When he found the Old Master Tortoise, he didn't know how much wine he had drunk, but he still remembered that when he saw Yang Muzhi, he said incoherently, "Da Zhi, hiccup, Datong said, don't do … don't do business with you."

Yang Muzhi was choked by the smell and distanced himself. "I know."

Three years ago, after meeting Lu Xiaofeng, Yang Muzhi had once sought out Great Wisdom Thoroughfare with Lu Xiaofeng's help. He wanted to ask Yang Muzhi how he could explain his dream during the Great Tang's Tianbao era.

Daechi Chase only answered with four words and refused to say anything else. He said, "Past."

Those four words made him stand in place for a long time.

From early morning to early morning, the moon was very round and bright. He watched the moon climb up little by little and thought of many people and many things.

He thought of his mother's soft embrace and his father's stern reprimand.

He thought of Mr. Li Bai's elegant and lonely sword dance after getting drunk.

He thought of Xiaoyan's bright eyes when he decided to abandon medicine and join the army.

He thought of Changge Gate, which was like a mountain of peach blossoms and a clear lake that always bloomed in all seasons.

Everything was so real, but it was just a past.

Since then, he was finally willing to accept reality and start a new life in this strange land.

But no matter how hard he tried, that kind of estrangement could not be eliminated. In his previous life, he could be considered to have friends all over the world. In this life, he only had two close friends, Hua Manlou and Lu Xiaofeng.

With Hua Manlou, he learned to be indifferent to the world and live every day optimistically. He had become more and more cheerful.

With Lu Xiaofeng, he also learned to enjoy life, live every day happily, and strive to live without regrets.

For him to be where he was today, he had to thank these two friends.

While Yang Muzhi stood to the side and let his imagination run wild, Hua Manlou naturally went to his side and smiled at him.

He didn't say a word, but he transmitted his strength.

Lu Xiaofeng was currently lifting the silver ingot and throwing it into the cave. He didn't notice the interaction between his two friends.

He asked three questions.

The first question proved that the Golden Roc dynasty really did exist.

The second question proved that what the Golden Roc said was true. There really were three people who took the enormous wealth of the Golden Roc dynasty and defected. Moreover, the Lord of Tsing Yi Lou was one of the three.

The most interesting question was the third question. He asked, "If there is an extremely difficult matter that requires Ximen Chuixue's help, is there any way to move him?"

Daechi Chase replied, "That depends on Mr. Xiang Zhi next to you."

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou both looked at Yang Muzhi when they heard this, making him confused. "Ximen Chuixue?

I know him, but I've never seen him. "

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't care less. "Muzhi, I don't care if you know him or not. You won't be able to escape this time."

Hua Manlou frowned. "Let's go together."

The three people galloped side by side.

Yang Muzhi still didn't understand how he could move Ximen Chuixue, so he asked, "What kind of person do you think Ximen Chuixue is?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "Ximen Chuixue is rich and famous, and he's also a free man. He never meddles in other people's business, and he doesn't recognize anyone. He's arrogant, so I really can't think of any way to move him."

After listening to Lu Xiaofeng's words, Yang Muzhi felt even more uncertain.

At this time, Hua Manlou added, "But sometimes, he'll rush three thousand miles for revenge for a stranger."

That's right. The six people who could truly reach the peak of martial arts in the world today were Shaolin Abbot Zen Master Da Bei, Wudang Elder Taoist Priest Mu, Emei Sect Leader Dugu Yihe, the richest man in the world, Hosho, Sword Immortal Ye Gucheng, and Wanmei Villa's Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuixue was most famous for leaving Wanmei Villa three or four times a year, traveling thousands of miles to kill people he thought deserved to be killed.

When he first heard this news, Yang Muzhi frowned.

People said that a doctor had the heart of a parent. In his previous life, he had seen too many people fall on the battlefield. If it wasn't for the fact that they had committed a heinous crime, he couldn't bear to see a fresh life disappear from the world.

After Hua Manlou mentioned it, he recalled this matter and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng was a soft-hearted guy. Seeing that Yang Muzhi seemed to be in a difficult position, he said, "Muzhi, don't be sad. This time, if he refuses to help, I'll set fire to his Wanmei Villa!"

After a long journey.

When they arrived at the legendary Wanmei Villa, it was almost dark, but Hua Manlou and Yang Muzhi refused to enter.

Lu Xiaofeng scratched his ears and cheeks, not knowing what his two friends were thinking. "I don't want to spoil the fun, but once it gets dark, Ximen Chuixue won't see any guests."

It was rumored in the jianghu that Ximen Chuixue didn't recognize anyone and always acted alone. If he had a friend, it would be Lu Xiaofeng. So Yang Muzhi asked, "He won't even see you?"

At some point, the white-clothed swordsman appeared at the gate of the villa. "He won't even see the king of heaven."

His voice was as cold as his person. There was still the smell of blood on his sword, and his body was full of murderous intent.

It was because of this murderous intent that Hua Manlou hesitated to enter Wanmei Villa. He would rather wait outside than go in.

The one who understood him the most was Yang Muzhi. He still remembered what Hua Manlou said to him one day.

He said, "Have you ever heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof?

Can you feel the wonderful vitality of the flower buds slowly blooming in the spring breeze?

Do you know that in the autumn wind, there is often a kind of fragrant smell of leaves from the distant mountains?

…

Whether you can live happily or not, the question is not whether you are blind or not, but whether you really like your life, whether you really want to live happily. "

On the other hand, he hated killing and blood.

Therefore, he absolutely did not agree with some of Ximen Chuixue's actions.

Hua Manlou seemed to know what Yang Muzhi was thinking. He did not want to make things difficult for his two friends, so he shook his head at him with a smile and was the first to enter.

Since he had already entered, Yang Muzhi had nothing to say and followed closely behind him.

When they passed by Ximen Chuixue, the white-clothed swordsman asked coldly, "You use a sword?"

In the eyes of a swordsman, whether the other party used a sword or not could be seen at a glance.

Therefore, Yang Muzhi did not stop him. "I use a sword."

In his previous life, he was a disciple of the Changge Sect. He practiced medicine and played the guqin while Mo Wen practiced martial arts. Therefore, he naturally used a sword.

"But please have a fight."

Behind him, Lu Xiaofeng passed the horse to the apprentice. As soon as he arrived, he heard Ximen Chuixue's declaration of war.

How could he allow his two good friends to fight in front of him?

"I say, Ximen Chuixue, do you have some kind of misunderstanding?

Don't draw your sword so easily. Muzhi, don't take it seriously … "

It was a pity that the two people he tried to persuade were not listening to him.

For a moment, the four of them stood in a square formation and were in a deadlock.

The first to speak was Yang Muzhi. He said, "I will not compete with you."