Fortunately, Ximen Chuxue didn't know the exact location of the imperial study room in the palace. She asked all the way, but wasted some time.

Finally, he walked to the door of the Imperial Study Room.

"Bang!" Ximen Chuxue kicked the closed door with her feet, and the door cracked.

"Bold! Who is trespassing into the imperial study!" A sharp voice came.

Ximen Chuxue frowned, as if she was a little unbearable to the sound.

"Who are you?" The bright yellow figure spoke beside the table.

"Write an edict, and it is circulated in my Ximen Chuxue." Ximen Chuxue said coldly.

The eunuch Guan Yanxi, who had previously been like a rooster, immediately turned into a little quail and dared not say anything.

This is Ximen Chuxue, not an ordinary person!

If Yanxi had seen Ximen Chuxue a long time ago, he wouldn't have said that sentence just now.

The emperor was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect Ximen Chuxue to say that.

"Do you want to be an emperor?" the emperor asked again.

"Not bad." Ximen Chuxue also replied, he never joked with people.

Yanxi was so surprised that he almost forgot Ximen Chuxue's identity. He also looked curious, "Why is this?"

"No, I want to be the emperor." Ximen Chuxue emphasized again.

This made the emperor feel a little confused about how to react. Who wants to be emperor would be so direct?

Don’t you just gather heroes from all walks of life first and then find an excuse and a reason?

Even the emperor was a little overwhelmed.

Just when the emperor didn't know how to react, footsteps suddenly came from the door.

"Ximen Chuxue, are you crazy?" Long Longjiu roared in anger.

He never expected that Ximen Chuxue would enter the palace directly and want to be the emperor!

Ximen Chuxue is not such a person at all. What happened?

"I'm not crazy." Ximen Chuxue's tone was faint, and her eyes were calm.

"You are not crazy and want to be an emperor, what emperor is? Wouldn't you be competing with Ye Gucheng tomorrow night?"

Longlong Jiuzai carefully observed Ximen Chuxue and found that he really seemed to have become a different person, with the black air on his body sometimes showing and sometimes not obvious.

This is naturally the reason for Ximen Chuxue himself. Whether to hide or not depends on himself.

It seems that something must have happened to Ximen Chuxue, otherwise he would never be able to do such a thing.

He has always regarded swordsmanship as his highest pursuit in life, and he will never want to be an emperor.

Ximen Chuxue paused and nodded, "But it's true."

"What if you want to be the emperor, and Ye Gucheng also wants to be the emperor, and then you are now and he will defeat you tomorrow night. You are not only one day's emperor's life, and you still have no time to ascend the throne to the world?" Longlong Jiu was good at seducing him.

This seems to make sense, and Ximen Chuxue nodded.

"Okay, then come and be the emperor after the martial arts competition." Ximen Chuxue turned and left.

Longlong Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he fooled him away.

"Longlongjiu, what's going on?" The emperor looked serious.

Previously, Ye Gucheng had the ambition to replace him, but later he was not sure what kind of stimulation he was given up and focused on Wu.

Unexpectedly, Ximen Chuxue would come to the imperial study room directly to ask him to write an edict today!

This emperor is so frustrated!

"Your Majesty, I don't know what's going on. I don't know if Ximen Chuxue is obsessed with or is controlled by someone. Anyway, it's not like him. I saw him coming to the palace before, and I thought he was going to prepare for tomorrow's duel, so I went to Ye Gucheng to give up tomorrow's competition. Who knew that Ye Gucheng was also a stubborn temper and insisted on competing with Ximen Chuxue."

"I always feel something is vaguely wrong. Please pay attention tomorrow. Ximen Chuxue has something wrong." The emperor explained.

Longlongjiu clasped his fists with his hands, "Yes, the emperor."

After hearing the emperor's explanation, Long Longjiu left the imperial study room and turned to the place where the martial arts competition was contested.

......

The day passed quickly, and tonight was the day to fight the top of the Forbidden City.

Everyone knows that tonight, the sword saint Ye Gucheng and the sword god Ximen Chuxue made an appointment for a decisive battle.

Almost all gambling houses of all sizes in the capital have opened gambling games. Which one is better than the Sword Saint or the Sword God?

The odds are close to one to one, but there are more people betting on Ximen Chuxuesheng.

Time passed by little by little, and Ximen Chuxue, dressed in white, suddenly reached the highest point of the imperial city.

Everyone who watched was upset and excited. They felt that this was an extremely grand visual feast.

The person who has not appeared yet is Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and everyone is also patient.

While waiting, everyone's noses moved and suddenly smelled a strange fragrance of flowers.

Then, I saw six girls with black hair and white clothes with drooping shoulders, carrying a basket of yellow chrysanthemums, sprinkling all the way from a distance, laying the bright chrysanthemums into a flower felt on the flat ground.

A man walked over from behind a girl walking on flowers.

The originally noisy and noisy city tower suddenly became very quiet.

The man in white clothes was so snow, holding a sword in his left hand, clenched his fist in his right hand, and placed it behind him.

His face was very white, neither pale nor pale, but a crystal-clear color like white jade.

It is no exaggeration to describe him as a face like Guan Yu.

The man's eyes were not dark, but they were terriblely bright.

He walked very slowly, like a king walking into his palace, or like a flying immortal from heaven, descending to the earth.

"A sword comes from the west, and the immortal flying from the sky!"

"It's Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, who is here!"

"Look, he's here, he's here!"

Princess Feifeng, standing on the city tower, looked almost unable to stand steadily, which was even more shocking than when she saw him last night.

"Handsome, so handsome." Princess Feifeng had no other words to comment.

Any words lost their color in front of Ye Gucheng.

Long Longjiu spoke proudly on the side, "Isn't it just spending some money to appear? Look at your virtue, it's no help."

Princess Feifeng ignored Longlong Jiu and continued to look at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's body soared into the air, stopped at the highest point of the imperial city, and stood face to face with Ximen Chuxue.

A pair of cold star-like eyes were staring at Ximen Chuxue.

"I am coming."

"Very good, then let's start." Ximen Chuxue nodded.

The two of them told their swords and were about to start.

"Wait, wait!" A male voice came, "It's good that it's too late."

Everyone felt a flash in front of them, and they saw a man wearing a ragged monk's robe, a wine pot hanging around his waist, and a rotten palm fan in his hand appeared between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuxue.

Many people twitched their mouths. Where did this crazy monk come from?

Are you going to do something right now if you haven't seen someone?

Everyone was waiting, but he actually stood between the two of them and stopped them!

But no one noticed why this voice was clearly made behind them.
Chapter completed!