In April, the weather was damp and the rainy days gradually became more frequent, but this suburban wine shop was very lively.
"Waiter, make a pot of wine and get some steamed buns."
Lu Xiaofeng took off her raincoat, patted the rainwater on her body, and shouted inside.
"Okay, sir, there are not many seats.
Please find an empty seat and sit down.
I will serve it to you right away."
The waiter who was busy at the same time replied quickly.
There have been too many guests coming and going recently, even on rainy days. reduce.
Only then did Lu Xiaofeng realize that there were no empty tables around, but he had already noticed that there was only one person sitting in a good seat, and he did not dare to come up to sit with him.
The guests next to him even spoke very quietly.
"Brother Lu, come here."
As soon as the owner of this sentence spoke, the whole restaurant suddenly became quiet, which was a bit scary.
Lu Xiaofeng seemed to not want to go, but there was no room in this wine shop.
Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and had no choice but to go forward, clasping his fists and saying, "Brother Qin, I didn't expect to meet you today."
Qin Feng smiled slightly.
He did not expect to meet Lu Xiaofeng.
He raised his right hand slightly and said, "Please sit down."
Lu Xiaofeng sat down, looked at the dishes on the table, and asked, "Brother Qin is alone."
Qin Feng said: "One person, but now there are two people."
As soon as Lu Xiaofeng sat down, a pair of bowls, chopsticks and cups had been brought up.
Some of the guests around who didn't even have bowls or chopsticks had arrived earlier than Lu Xiaofeng, but they didn't seem to complain at all.
Qin Feng looked at Lu Xiaofeng who was slightly wet and poured him a glass of wine.
Lu Xiaofeng quickly took it, drank the still steaming wine in one gulp, exhaled, and said with satisfaction: "Good wine."
In fact, it was not a good wine, but Lu Xiaofeng had been on the road for a few days, and it happened to be a humid rainy day.
It was an ordinary wine, but in his mouth it was more mellow than the usual golden wine.
Qin Feng filled Lu Xiaofeng again.
Lu Xiaofeng seemed a little flattered and said, "Brother Qin has something to do."
Qin Feng smiled and shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Lu Xiaofeng put down the wine, a little afraid to drink it, and said: "Then what does Brother Qin need from me?"
Qin Feng laughed again: "Your beard is gone, I want something else."
Lu Xiaofeng's face turned red and she was a little embarrassed and said: "Brother Qin today?"
Qin Feng sighed and said: "I have always heard that Lu Xiaofeng is as thick-skinned as a city wall.
Why is he so shy like a little daughter-in-law today?"
Lu Xiaofeng had a straight face and said: "Who said I look like a little daughter-in-law?"
She immediately picked up her chopsticks and started eating and drinking, slapping the table and shouting: "Waiter, give me another plate of roast chicken."
Qin Feng smiled, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.
Seeing Qin Feng move his chopsticks, the surrounding guests seemed to relax, and then the excitement slowly returned to normal.
Lu Xiaofeng, who was eating the food, gave a bitter smile.
This Brother Qin was already notorious.
Just sitting here scared the people around him.
I just didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse for him to be so polite to me today.
I felt The coolness under my nose made me have a headache, as if nothing good happened every time I met him.
Halfway through eating, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly said: "Brother Qin, I have a question to ask you."
Qin Feng said: "Please tell me."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "On April 1st, the battle of Mount Tai, who does Brother Qin think has a greater chance of winning?"
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As soon as these words came out, the surroundings became quiet again, and all the men and women dressed in various costumes, regardless of whether they were righteous or evil, all listened with their ears.
Qin Feng put down his chopsticks, glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, and asked, "What do you think, Brother Lu?"
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Ximen Chuixue, if you can't kill Dugu Yihe within thirty moves, you will definitely be defeated."
But he didn't say anything else.
Is there anyone in this world who can kill Dugu Yihe within thirty moves?
Ximen Chuixue couldn't kill Dugu Yihe, and Ye Gucheng couldn't.
If anyone could do it, Lu Xiaofeng felt that the only one could do it was the man in front of him.
Qin Feng does not think that although Dugu Yihe's swordsmanship has improved since the battle with Qin Feng, his sharpness is no longer enough.
I am afraid that the battle between these two people is not swordsmanship, but patience and endurance, but he doesn't know Is the young and energetic Ximen Chuixue more durable, or the old and mature Dugu Yihe who is more patient?
So Qin Feng only said one sentence: "The victory or defeat depends on three hundred moves."
Three hundred moves is already the limit for the two of them.
If there is no accident, the outcome will be divided between three hundred moves.
Although neither Qin Feng nor Lu Xiaofeng said who won and who lost, most people in the world believed that Dugu Yihe would win this battle.
Qin Feng also sighed a little.
He didn't know whether Ximen Chuixue died in this battle or whether he became a saint.
On the top of Mount Tai, the first light of day appears.
Although countless people from all walks of life came, only a dozen or so people could reach the peak before the decisive battle.
However, these dozen people all watched from a distance in tacit understanding.
Even those who were familiar with each other only pretended to be acquaintances and only expressed it with their eyes. , as a greeting.
Qin Feng felt a sense of sword intent, aloof and aloof, Qin Feng nodded towards the man in white.
Ye Gucheng also felt a sense of sword intent, which was ethereal and inclusive.
This made Ye Gucheng even more interested in Qin Feng.
When Qin Feng nodded, Ye Gucheng also nodded in response.
The rightful owner has finally arrived.
Ximen Chuixue, still dressed in white, tightly holding the sword in his hand, quietly and independently, waiting for Dugu Yihe's arrival.
This was the first time Ye Gucheng saw Ximen Chuixue.
He actually felt that Ximen Chuixue was very similar to himself.
They were both so aloof and arrogant.
Ye Gucheng looked at the graceful Qin Feng again and understood that Ximen Chuixue was still a little bit behind. , but I can't tell where it is a little bit different or where it is.
Dugu Yihe, dressed in old green clothes, walked up step by step, as steady as a mountain.
Ximen Chuixue remained motionless, but opened her closed eyes, looking at Dugu Yihe walking in the distance.
Dugu Yihe never liked to be long-winded.
After he gathered his energy and calmed down, he looked at the young swordsman and said, "Please."
Naturally, Ximen Chuixue didn't like to be verbose.
He nodded slightly, pulled out the long sword, dropped the scabbard to the ground, and rushed forward like an arrow from the string.
"Smart" Qin Feng couldn't help but admire that the longer the battle was delayed, the more stable Dugu Yihe's momentum became, which was naturally detrimental to Ximen Chuixue.
Ximen Chuixue took the lead and took the lead, which was just enough to disrupt Dugu Yihe's gathering momentum.
Although Dugu Yihe's Qi Condensation had not reached its peak, it had already reached its peak.
Ximen Chuixue's sword was naturally unable to do anything to him, and he blocked it with a single turn of his broad sword.
"One, two, three, four."
Lu Xiaofeng counted in his mind.
Every time he counted, he would sweat for Ximen Chuixue.
He really didn't want his friend to die on Mount Tai.
Ximen Chuixue was actually blocking him, and Dugu Yihe's broad sword acted as a sword, slashing at Ximen Chuixue and retreating repeatedly.
But Ximen Chuixue's steps were not chaotic, and neither was his sword power.
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Among the dozen or so people, except for two and a half, they all thought that Ximen Chuixue would definitely be defeated.
There were supposed to be three people, but Lu Xiaofeng was confused because he was concerned and could no longer see the situation clearly.
Ye Gucheng looked at the man in white and said to himself: "It's not enough, it's not enough."
Qin Feng stared at Ximen Chuixue's feet, which had been retreating, and he was silently counting his steps.
"Two hundred and ninety-nine" Lu Xiaofeng was sweating profusely and her eyes were red.
She had shouted out in a low voice.
Two hundred and ninety-nine swords.
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