Chen Xuan is in the world of martial arts, but his story is far less profound than that of ordinary heroes.

He is just an ordinary person with the simplest and most passionate emotions, free and unrestrained, romantic and casual.

Ming Yue Xin didn't feel any scheming or burden on him, she just enjoyed it with him and enjoyed the world together.

These were feelings she had never had around Yan Nanfei, Fu Hongxue, or even Gong Ziyu.

For some reason, Mingyue Xin was suddenly very scared.

She was afraid that she would indulge in this simple and mediocre life and lose her own dignity and loneliness.

At that time, she will no longer be Ming Yuexin, but his Mrs. Chen.

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The other side.

Murong Qiudi hurriedly walked out of the courtyard and walked through the corridor. A guard in black followed quickly and handed him a letter.

She glanced briefly and then said indifferently.

"Let him wait for me in the front yard."

While she was talking, she had already hurried to the front yard. She was rarely in such a hurry because she knew that when doing things, there would always be mistakes.

But now, she had to take small steps to go to the front yard, just because there was someone there that she wanted to see eagerly.

The moment she stepped out of the courtyard, before she saw anyone coming, she faintly felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards her face.

Murong Qiudi knew that this was not the wind, but the sword intention.

Standing in the courtyard was a swordsman dressed in black.

He stood indifferently, with black boots, black clothes, and black hair, exuding an intimidating silence.

The black clothes set off his thin and pale face, making him look like the noble young man suffering from tuberculosis, sick and crazy.

His name is Yan Shisan, a swordsman who is crazy about swords.

Many years ago, there was a swordsman named "Yan Qi" and another swordsman named "Yan Wu" in the world.

Yan Shisan felt that he was stronger than the two of them combined, so he called him Yan Shisan.

Yan Shisan likes black and worships black.

Black symbolizes sadness, ominousness and death. Black also symbolizes loneliness, pride and nobility.

What they symbolize is exactly the life of a swordsman.

More than ten years ago, the third young master of Shenjian Villa rose to fame, but few people knew that there was another swordsman in black who also became famous at the age of seventeen.

But few people praise or even know him.

Because Yan Shisan was born to pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship, anyone who competes with him will usually die.

Naturally, few people will publicize his deeds.

Until Murong Qiudi found him.

In fact, Yan Shisan would have competed with Xie Xiaofeng without Murong Qiudi's invitation.

It doesn't matter about the grievances and grievances in the world, it's just for the lifelong pursuit of swordsmanship.

The life of a swordsman is to pursue the ultimate goal of swordsmanship. Yan Shisan knew that his only destination was death.

Just like most swordsmen.

No matter how different they are, there is no room for two peerless swordsmen in the same arena.

They inevitably came together.

One is a highly respected emperor of swords, and the other is a crazy swordsman who works alone with the sword. The two always need a result.

It's a pity that three years ago, he went to "Excalibur Villa" and wanted to have a decisive battle with Xie Xiaofeng, the third master of Excalibur Villa, but unexpectedly learned that Xie Xiaofeng was dead.

So, he carved the word "ten" on the boat leading to "Excalibur Villa", and then he threw the sword that had followed him for twenty years and killed countless people into the middle of the lake.

But now Murong Qiudi found him and said straight to the point.

"Xie Xiaofeng is still alive."

"Where is he?"

"He went south, I will help you find him."

"..." Yan Shisan didn't say much, just turned and left indifferently.

Looking at Yan Shisan's retreating figure, Murong Qiudi's eyes flashed with a trace of undisguised madness and restlessness.

It is hard to imagine that such a quiet and frail lady from a famous family would have such an expression.

There is no doubt that when Xie Xiaofeng took her to escape from marriage and then abandoned her, it was a huge blow to this famous lady.

"Xie Xiaofeng! Xie Xiaofeng!!!"

Murong Qiudi recited that name crazily in her heart and clenched her hands tightly.

Those delicate nails almost made blood pierce her palms.

And the person she longed for was walking away alone at this moment, not knowing where she was going.

Although Chen Xuan accidentally revealed Xie Xiaofeng's state of mind, Xie Xiaofeng still had many doubts in his heart.

The first half of his life was too smooth, with almost no bottlenecks.

He possesses an astonishing talent in swordsmanship, was born to be the young master of the Excalibur Villa, and is favored by the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River, Murong Qiudi.

Fame, wealth, beauty, swordsmanship... everything he desires comes true, and others may not be able to have it even if they have been striving for thousands of years.

But amidst such beauty, Xie Xiaofeng felt an inexplicable emptiness.

He felt that his sword was missing something, but he could never make up for this regret.

This lack kept him awake at night.

In the end, he chose to fake his death, hide his name, destroy all the good things, and feel the incomplete despair.

He became a useless Aji who carried water and urine for prostitutes. He became a lowly turtle man who was laughed at by countless people, but he still could not understand it.

"Why...what exactly? What do I want to pursue?"

The confused Xie Xiaofeng walked into the distance blankly, his heart full of questions.

On the other side, Yan Shisan, who has regained his fighting spirit, chooses to return to the Excalibur Villa and take away the long sword he abandoned in the middle of the lake. He is waiting for the final showdown with Xie Xiaofeng.

There are endless disputes in the world, turbulent times are raging, and countless heroes and geniuses are constantly pursuing the ultimate path.

On this extreme road, instead of catching up, Chen Xuan fell into a nap.

Along with a long low hum, the sound in the curtain gradually died down.

Ming Yuexin didn't speak, but Chen Xuan turned his head to look at her and said softly.

"Why is Mrs. Zhuo in such good condition this time? She feels very moist."

"...Can you shut up?"

Mingyue Xin bit her teeth, feeling that in front of him, sooner or later he would get angry.
Chapter completed!