[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Ye Gucheng was certainly not the kind of person who would sing a song when he had nothing to do. In fact, before he met Shi Potian, he had never listened to a song. You know, even Ximen Chuxue would occasionally listen to flute music after practicing swordsmanship to cultivate his sentiments, but Ye Gucheng never did that. He was a person without any hobbies.

Of course Wuhua didn't lie.

Shi Potian is the only serious worker in the Girls' Heart Group. In order to understand what "shouting rap" means, he often turns on the player and plays it on the loudspeaker all day long. He thought the song "Drunken Butterfly" was good, so he kept learning it and played it for several days in a row.

Although the villa is large, the sound insulation is too poor. Ye Gucheng's hearing is too good, and "Drunken Butterfly" is too brainwashing, so that the poor Lord of Baiyun City kept playing this song in his dreams for the past few days.

He was also bored at the moment. It happened that the live broadcasts he often watched that day all entered private scenes, such as bathing, going to the toilet, and life harmony. The game would automatically switch. At this time, he could only lean on his teddy bear and stare at the cherry blossoms outside the window. There was still music playing downstairs. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he hummed a few lines inexplicably.

I just hummed a few words!

Ye Gucheng's face darkened even more.

Soon, he no longer cared about the ordinary and embarrassing thing of humming in front of others.

A fierce murderous aura rushed towards him, and the bricks and stones under his feet collapsed one after another. The terrifying pressure was so great that even the bystanders could not help but have difficulty breathing.

This is the thirteenth limit of the Yuan Dynasty.

Ye Gucheng always felt that this guy was a little bit crazy. It was okay when he didn't fight. At most, he was used to looking down on people and liked to play with puppets when he was bored. He looked like an ordinary handsome old man, but when he started fighting, he was like a demon possessed. He would not stop until the world was dark and the sky collapsed!
Ye Gucheng didn't want to fight with Yuan Shisanxian at all, especially after he was knocked from the third floor to the first floor by his Qiu Jiquan. But Yuan Shisanxian just came towards him, using that very familiar and dangerous boxing style.

His whole body was covered by the fist wind and he could only retreat.

He flew up along with the palm wind, and retreated to a distance of five or six feet in the blink of an eye. With a "clang" of a dragon's roar, the dim sky seemed to be filled with thunder, a flash of cold light shot up into the sky, and it was followed by a quick and agile sword attack!

Naturally, he was injured when he was moving, and a look of pain flashed across Ye Gucheng's face.

Logically speaking, Yuan Shisanxian should have shared his pain, but he looked as if nothing had happened. His vast internal energy poured out all at once, forcing Ye Gucheng to almost vomit blood.

"They said that it was you who betrayed me! It was you who wanted to send me into the sewer!" Yuan Shisanxian's eyes turned red, and the wind from his fist had blocked all of Ye Gucheng's retreat routes, as if he was going to hammer him into the ground with another punch.

Ye Gucheng was extremely tired, and he was too lazy to explain such things to a half-crazy person.

He endured the internal injuries and faced the wind from the fist. With one move of Flying Fairy from the Sky, he had already opened several cuts on Yuan Shisanxian's body.

The injury is on his body, and the pain is on myself.

The sword wound made Ye Gucheng's already heavy body even worse. He was two points slower in his move and was knocked away by a storm-like fist, with his back hitting a dirt wall heavily.

The earth wall collapsed, and the yellow earth covered Ye Gucheng. He half-knelt on the ground with his sword, one hand on his chest, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

A few strands of hair, which were tied up by the sandalwood pearl crown, fell down, blocking his cold star-like eyes.

Yuan Shisanxian did not intend to stop. Although he also spat out a mouthful of blood, he walked forward step by step, looking as if he wanted to kill Ye Gucheng directly and die together with him.

Wuhua and Shi Guanyin had already stood among the onlookers and were watching the fun, they were almost ready to crack a plate of melon seeds. Yuan Shisanxian's martial arts were truly the best they had ever seen in their lives, and it would be a shame not to watch the fight between their own people.

Lin Xian'er was both scared and excited, with a bright light in her eyes. It was not that she had a grudge against Ye Gucheng, but Ye Gucheng's temperament was too similar to Ximen Chuxue's. She kept imagining herself as Ximen Chuxue getting beaten, and she felt happy from the hair to the toes.

Ye Gucheng seemed to be dead.

When the palm wind as cold as the coldest days of winter rushed towards Ye Gucheng, he tightened his grip on the sword and closed his eyes.

At the critical moment, a man stood in front of him and took the palm strike.

It’s Ximen Chuxue.

Ximen Chuxue did not draw his sword, but instead attacked with his palm.

He didn't know any palm techniques at all, nor was he an internal martial arts master, but he just used his palms directly and faced Yuan Shisanxian.

Ye Gucheng's eyes suddenly opened wide, his pupils trembling with surprise.

He was not surprised that Ximen Chuxue would come to save him, but he was surprised at how Ximen Chuxue could take on Yuan Shisanxian's punch!
Even Shi Potian's terrifying internal energy could only be divided. How could Ximen Chuxue, a swordsman, dare to take the punch of that madman?

Ximen Chuxue actually accepted it, and not only did he accept it, but he also maintained the stalemate.

It's certainly not easy.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, his arms were stiff and trembling, the bricks and stones under his feet were exploding and shattering like ripples, and even his body was sinking a little deeper into the ground.

This can be seen by everyone, in a place where no one can see, his personal values ​​are also changing rapidly.

The little bit of internal energy strengthened by the game was simply not enough. Ximen Chuxue temporarily drew points from agility, physique, poison resistance, and charm to fill in the internal energy and endurance respectively. If one draw was not enough, he drew again. He dug one wall to fill another, and only then could he barely compete with Yuan Shisanxian.

After fighting for most of the day, Yuan Shisanxian gradually calmed down, and the overwhelming internal force was lightly withdrawn. It was not so easy for Ximen Chuxue to withdraw it, and he really had no experience in mobilizing so much internal force to fight. He still slowly increased and decreased points on the personal panel, but even so, he still felt a dull pain in his heart.

Ximen Chuxue couldn't help but turn his head and look at Ye Gucheng, his eyes revealing sympathy. Originally, he thought that having teammates like Shi Guanyin and Lin Xian'er was already a major setback in life, but he didn't expect Ye Gucheng to be even worse off than him, having to deal with a reckless lunatic.

Perhaps this sympathy was too obvious, as obvious as a needle piercing Ye Gucheng's heart, making a popping sound. Defeat was already a shame for someone like him, and the reason why he didn't commit suicide immediately was just because he didn't want to die in this ridiculous game. That was fine, but he was actually saved by his opponent! Not only did he save him, he also showed sympathy!
Who wants your sympathy!
Yuan Shisanxian seemed to say something, but he didn't listen. His ears were still buzzing. Ximen Chuxue didn't seem to listen either. Instead, he turned around and stood in front of Ye Gucheng: "I'm not trying to save you, it's just..."

"That's enough!" Ye Gucheng said coldly, "You have violated the rules of the duel by acting rashly!"

Ximen Chuxue remained silent, but he did not remain silent forever. Instead, he said something that he thought would save face for everyone, but it sounded wrong.

"This doesn't count as a duel."

In fact, what Ximen Chuxue wanted to express was that you and Yuan Shisanxian are teammates, and if one of you suffers, both of you will suffer. Yuan Shisanxian has refined internal strength and seems to have learned special healing methods. This duel is too unfair, so it cannot be called a duel.

Ye Gucheng didn't understand it that way. To him, Ximen Chuxue meant - "This can't be considered a duel, because you are not his opponent at all. How can it be called a duel if you are not worthy of being his opponent? Then why not for me to save you?"

Especially when Ximen Chuxue was standing and he was half-kneeling, that kind of superior and condescending feeling made Ye Gucheng feel furious!

He could never tolerate such humiliation!

You can kill someone like Ye Gucheng, but you can never humiliate him! He will wash away this humiliation with blood.

Even if it is your own blood.

He stood up, wiped the blood from his lips, and said coldly: "Ximen Chuxue, draw your sword!"

Ximen Chuixue tightened his grip on the sword: "Are you going to force me to draw my sword?"

Ye Gucheng said: "If you don't draw your sword, you will die."

After he finished speaking, the sword flew up and then fell down. Ximen Chuxue's breathing stagnated. He suddenly thought of something and was about to speak when it was too late.

Ye Gucheng had already held his hand.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. Let's make peace."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

For a moment he didn't know whether he should agree or not, because no matter whether he agreed or not, Ye Gucheng's face was almost the same color as the yellow sand and bricks on the ground.

The crowd of onlookers let out meaningful "Oh~" sounds. The loudest voice came from Lin Xian'er, whose beautiful eyes were fixed on the scene, not daring to blink.

“Ximen Chuxue!” Ye Gucheng’s voice was as cold as a ghost in the abyss: “If you are still a swordsman, let go of my hand!”

Ximen Chuixue looked up at the sky: "Okay."

As soon as he loosened his hand, he clenched it tightly again the next second.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that. Let's just be good friends..."

"can."

"Ximen Chuxue, I only realized today that you are so despicable and heartless... I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me..."

Ye Gucheng certainly didn't know that shaking hands and making peace was a passive skill. After all, the game announcement was only announced to people in the same group, and he was not always keeping an eye on the Dark side. He only knew that Ximen Chuxue actually used the same trick on him that he used against the Countess and Andariel!
If that's the case, then why did he summon me here? Just to let me crawl into the sewer?
Does he still want to be shameless?

Ximen Chuxue was going to die unjustly! He never explained in his life, he didn't need to explain, and no one deserved his explanation, but now he really wanted to explain to Ye Gucheng, but he really didn't want to be misunderstood by his only recognized opponent.

"This is not something I can control." Ximen Chuixue said, "It is up to you to control it."

This is of course the truth. Only if you have a strong desire to kill him will you shake hands with him. This will not happen as long as Ye Gucheng calms down a little.

It would have been better if he didn't explain. This explanation almost made Ye Gucheng's already sallow face turn green with anger!
What do you mean? You didn't control it? Am I mentally ill? You are such a despicable villain. Not only did you use such a mean trick on me, but you also threw dirty water on me!
Outrageous!

Ye Gucheng said in a loud voice: "Master Ximen, do you still remember the essence of the sword?"

Ximen Chuxue's face froze, and he said, "I..." But Ye Gucheng interrupted him, "It's all about sincerity. Only with sincerity and integrity can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. People who are not sincere are not even worthy of discussing swordsmanship!" [Note 1]

"Ximen Chuxue, you are not sincere!"

Ximen Chuixue was silent for a long time this time. He looked up at the sky and said word by word: "Those who learn swordsmanship only need to be honest with the sword, not with people."

He said this without any confidence, because he did not agree with this statement from the bottom of his heart. He had always been honest with his sword and honest with people. Ye Gucheng's words pierced his heart. He said this just to save some face for himself.

When he said this, he even deliberately avoided Ye Gucheng's eyes. Only after he finished speaking did he look at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's expression was as if he had seen a living ghost!
(End of this chapter)