The west gate of the capital.

It was already dusk when Li Bufu and Ding Ning arrived here.

It's dusk again.

Jiang Duanxian's hands were cage in her sleeves and stood facing the sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun dragged his figure very long, reflecting the entire city gate, looking lonely and lonely.

When Li Bufu and Ding Ning came here, Jiang Duanxian immediately turned around, his face was also old, hiding a deep sense of fatigue.

Jiang Duanxian said: "You are finally here. Wei Haoke asked me to wait for you here."

Li Bufu said: "You look very tired, probably because you have been waiting for a long time."

Jiang Duanxian slowly took out a secret book that was so old that it was a little faded from her sleeve, handed it to Li Bufu's hand, and said, "It's only one afternoon soon."

Li Bufu took the secret book, but didn't even look at it, so he put it in his sleeve and said, "How many afternoons can you have in your life? The more you kill, the more you practice the sword technique, the faster you grow old. Your knife always has too much murderous aura. If you continue practicing like this, you will hurt others and yourself."

Li Bufu has a lot of experience in this regard. Because he also practiced the blood sword technique hard, he entered the Tao and sought speed. Although the effect was very significant, he could break through the realm very quickly, but in the end he almost got into a devil.

Jiang Duanxian still kept her hands in her arms and said lightly: "Thank you for your advice."

Although he said this, he obviously did not take Li Bufu's words to heart.

This made Ding Ning feel strange.

——Jiang Duanxian had defeated Li Bufu twice in a row, and he should have attached importance to what Li Bufu said.

Li Bufu didn't care, but just turned to Ding Ning and asked, "You should tell me the news of the dream."

Ding Ning said: "Wei Haoke said that Miss Yinmeng went to a place you are very familiar with."

Li Bufu said, "Has she returned to the desert?"

Ding Ning said: "That's right! She rode on a fast horse, left the capital, and immediately rushed towards the desert."

"Wei Haoke sent someone to chase him for fifty miles. Although he didn't catch up, it was enough to be sure that the place he wanted to go to was the desert. She had no other place to go except this place."

The desert is originally the home of dreams.

The desert, which was regarded as a Jedi by countless people, was regarded as her home in peace because of dreams.

Li Bufu sighed: "It seems that I shouldn't have agreed to Wei Haoke. This news is really not worth it."

Ding Ning said: "But did you also let Murong Qiushui take a test?"

Li Bufu said: "I passed the test, but he didn't, it's really a pity."

Jiang Duanxian had already turned around and was about to leave. When he heard this, he suddenly asked, "Is Murong Qiushui dead?"

Ding Ning said: "Not dead. He just lost some of his functions."

Ding Ning didn't say it specifically, but Jiang Duanxian immediately understood.

Of course, a certain part of the function refers to a certain part of the function that is unique to men, which is also part of the common use of men.

Jiang Duanxian said: "For him, this may not be better than death."

Li Bufu smiled and said, "Who knows? I heard that there is a doctor Zhuge Xian in the capital, and maybe he can have a treatment."

Jiang Duanxian shook his head: "That's not easy."

Li Bufu stopped talking, but said, "I'll go back and see you in the dream."

Ding Ning said: "I'll be with you."

Li Bufu said, "You still have to follow me?"

Ding Ning said: "I said that after you see In Dream, I will complete a decisive battle with you!"

Li Bufu nodded slowly and said, "Okay!"

Jiang Duanxian's expression moved and said, "You are planning to fight to the final battle? I'll go too!"

Li Bufu glanced at Jiang Duanxian and said, "You can go, I have no objection."

Ding Ning said: "I have no objection, either."

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The three of them set off together.

In this era when sword techniques are most popular, if we want to select the five top sword techniques masters in the world, then the three swordsmen, Li Bufu, Ding Ning, and Jiang Duanxian, should be listed among them.

The three of them have their own unique experience in swordsmanship. When they reach their level, swordsmanship is no longer completely learned from ancient times, but have already had their own path.

Their principles were not learned from a certain ancient swordsmanship, but were sharpened through countless battles, large and small.

This kind of sword technique can be passed down to later generations.

But what is rare is that three famous swordsmans with such appearance did not have any unnecessary communication along the way.

They didn't even mention the word "knife".

The three of them rode their horses to the edge of the desert, then abandoned the fast horse, began to walk, and headed towards the white hut.

The three of them had very fast feet and had not walked for too long before they saw the white hut.

The white hut is still so white, and the wind chimes are still hanging under the eaves.

When the three of them came here, a gust of wind blew, and the wind chime immediately rang out.

The sound of the wind chime was like a purple dream suddenly born.

After the wind chime rang for a while, the door of the house opened.

A woman in white clothes walked out of it and looked at the three people in the distance, her expression immediately became indescribable sorrow and confusion.

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Li Bufu walked closer and said in Meng: "Are you back?"

Li Bufu was a little confused about how to answer this sentence.

Because of the dream, I said nothing.

She neither talked about the dangers and dangers she encountered when she went to the capital, nor did she ask what Li Bufu did during his time leaving the desert.

She just said "You're back."

Li Bufu thought for a long time and said, "I'm back."

In Meng said, "You also brought the guests back."

Li Bufu said: "They are not guests."

In the dream said: "Oh?"

Li Bufu said: "One of them is my decisive opponent, and the other is a spectator."

Yin Meng said: "Is it the decisive battle of the sword?"

Li Bufu said, "Yes!"

Yin Meng said: "When will the final battle?"

Li Bufu said, "Now."

A very tired, tired and desperate look suddenly appeared in Yinmeng's eyes.

Had she been in such an equal despair a long time ago?

Yin Meng sat down slowly, sat under the wind chime, and slowly said, "Before the final battle, can you listen to me tell you a story?"

Li Bufu was stunned and said, "Yes."

Ding Ning and Jiang Duanxian were still standing in the distance waiting for him.

But her story has begun because of the dream.

This story is simple and not complicated at all.

It's just a story about a prodigal son - this prodigal son is called Huacuo. He loves swords especially, and he practices sword skills to a level of obsession.

He is very handsome and handsome, and is born with a charming charm.

Just as no man in the world doesn’t like to dream, there are few women in the world who can stop Huazhuo’s charm.

If these women want to spend the night with Huacuo, they will often use some rare and secret sword techniques to exchange them.

Hua Zhuo can't resist this temptation.

So he changed.

But later, he found that even though he had obtained many secret sword techniques, his sword could not go further, but stopped at the Grandmaster.

So he began to learn all the famous swordsman masters in the world, trying to get the swordsman that belongs to him in repeated battles.

Of course he has achieved something.

Later, people in the world called his sword "a sharp needle on the cactus."

Because his sword technique is really like a pointed needle, he can often grasp the enemy's tiny flaws and attack in an instant.
To be continued...