Fairy, I really am a villain!

Buried here with him are the soldiers of the Longwei Army who died on the battlefield.

His whole life was summarized in just a few short lines. Upon closer inspection, one could find that he was always busy with other people's affairs, and there was no "self" part to be seen in them.

After seeing it clearly, Fang Qingxiao didn't know how to react.

Should she hold the stone tablet and suffer? It seemed impossible.

She herself didn't even quite understand the true meaning of her feelings.

Do you regret it? If you had ignored his opinion and tied him to your side, how could he have become a cold skeleton?

Is it a pity? If he had expressed his feelings earlier, would he have stayed?

Slowly, Fang Qingxiao knelt in front of the tombstone and opened her mouth, but could not say anything. All the strength in her body seemed to disappear bit by bit.

'The path is cut off.'

If you are sincere to the sword, you are sincere to your heart. If you don't even understand your own mind, how can you hope to be the best in swordsmanship?

This is the third time Fang Qingxiao has encountered this along the way.

The first two times, Fang Xiwen resolved the crisis for her directly or indirectly. This time, his own death turned into the third calamity.

If you can pass this level, there will be no more in the future, and the entrance will be wide; if you can't pass it, your sword heart will be broken, and all your cultivation will be scattered throughout the world in one day.

In fact, this is a natural flaw in the Sword Sect's mental method, and it is the price of being the strongest of its generation - but in fact, the way to avoid it is also very simple, as long as you don't get involved in the mundane world.

The current problem is that Fang Qingxiao "feels" that she should be very sad, and her heart does hurt, but she just doesn't know why it hurts.

She thought about escaping, but the cold words on the tombstone kept getting bigger, forcing her to face the established facts.

After trying hard to recall their past, Fang Qingxiao's heart tightened again.

In the past ten or twenty years of his life, Fang Qingxiao could only remember the time he spent in Yiling and Xingping. After that... there was nothing else.

"So, it's so short..."

There was no way to extend it any longer. An endless feeling of emptiness came over her, and her vision gradually became blurry.

"Can I make it through this?"

The answer is yes.

Fang Qingxiao is a true genius. Even if she is unwilling to give up in her heart, she will make the right choice unconsciously. She is the person who will be in charge of the Divine Court in the future and the most powerful master of swordsmanship.

Losing emotions, losing humanity, being assimilated by the Tao... just like what happened before, the death of Li Muyu, except that the timing was brought forward as if by a prank.

If she was willing to listen to Wang Xianzhi, if she was willing to touch the jade pendant, if she walked a little slower, if Fang Xiwen didn't happen to be possessed...

Fang Qingxiao vaguely understood that after opening her eyes again, she would no longer be the same person she is at this moment.

"Sister!!"

As her eyelids were twitching, a voice full of anxiety and concern came and pulled her consciousness back.

Looking up, I saw a young man running up from the hill below, walking hurriedly and stumblingly.

At first glance, he was a cynical young man in fine clothes, indulging in beauty and bullying others by taking advantage of his power; then, this appearance seemed to disappear with the wind, leaving behind only a pair of sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes and a face with a warm smile.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Fang Xiwen saw that she was not in the right state after just one glance, "Don't let me lead you away, come back!!"

Sound after sound, the feeling of being assimilated by the Tao receded like the tide, and disappeared in some corner; Fang Qingxiao's strength, consciousness, swordsmanship... everything returned to her body as if nothing had ever happened.

After all, the biggest flaw of this disaster was forcibly destroyed by external forces and could no longer be carried out, so it was naturally not considered that she had "passed the test".

Soon, Fang Qingxiao stood up from in front of the stone tablet, and her face suddenly turned cold as she watched him approaching step by step.

The road is not far.

After seeing the woman in white standing up, Fang Xiwen felt relieved a little and walked all the way to her, facing her cold face.

This was the second time he saw Fang Qingxiao so angry.

She rarely showed her emotions on her face, as if there was some special converter in her body that could transform anger into murderous intent: As for the first time she saw it, it was in the memory of the Emperor in the spiritual realm.

Both times were related to him, but one time was to kill him, and the other time was to keep him alive.

"Snapped!"

Just as he stood still, he was slapped hard in the face with violent anger.

Then, his vision blurred for a moment, and he found that Fang Qingxiao was still standing there, with her hands hanging quietly at her sides, just trembling slightly.

"Sister..."

He understood. Fang Qingxiao didn't want to really hit him, but used her peak heavenly realm to let him experience the feeling of being slapped and the anger of being deceived.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

"You didn't really hit me, how could it hurt?"

"Why not? You're not really dead." The woman's eyes turned red and she put her hand on her chest. "But why does it hurt here?"

As if to confirm something, Fang Qingxiao took a step forward, feeling the real breath, "Why?"

"Sister!" Fang Xiwen hugged her fiercely, "I'm sorry, I took it for granted and didn't consider you. It's all my fault!"

A warm touch came over, and Fang Qingxiao gradually felt at ease, then hugged him back tightly.

"No, I'm glad you're okay."

"It's not okay! I didn't know you would be like that... I never thought someone would care about me so much!"

"That's enough," a slender hand gently stroked his hair, and the words full of gentle smiles rang in his ears, "I'm very happy. Xiwen rarely took the initiative to hug me before. You seem to be worried about something."

"Because, identity——"

"So now, it doesn't matter?"

This question was a bit difficult for him. In Fang Qingxiao's arms, he gradually felt a kind of warmth, a feeling that surpassed many things.

Looking up, he met a bright smile, like the flowers that would bloom all over the fields in spring, "When I was alone, I thought a lot.

Regarding the first and second kinds of emotions you mentioned, I finally understood.

What matters is what you and I think, and as for other people's opinions, it doesn't really matter, right?"

"how do I say this?"

"Think about it, the lifespan of an ordinary scene in this world is generally 200 to 300 years," she raised her finger, looking very serious, "which is enough to replace seven or eight generations.

Even if we are siblings, as long as we keep practicing, the people in the world will always change, and they will definitely not know us... What are you laughing at?

"No, that...Ahahahahaha!"

Although she was very embarrassed, Fang Xiwen really couldn't help it;

Her realistic and fantastic thoughts came up and washed away all his sad emotions like a flood, leaving nothing behind.

So this is the solution in her eyes?

"Do you think you don't have that kind of talent?" Unexpectedly, Fang Qingxiao became stern. "No problem, I will strictly supervise you and stay with you until you break through the entrance. I will not allow you to be lazy at all."

"Isn't this a bit exaggerated?"

"You don't like it?"

"If I have to say, I guess I like it..." He didn't let go of Fang Qingxiao, as if he was greedy for the warmth from her body.

Fang Xiwen has never been a very secure person. He is suspicious and overthinking by nature. The first place he can feel at ease in this life is with Fang Qingxiao.

The covenant with the Lord of the Divine Court Sword was like a dividing line.

The premise of having it is that the two people trust each other. Before this point in time, they still have the possibility of fighting to the death; after this point in time, there will definitely be no such possibility.

A gust of wind blew in the cemetery, it was not cold, but seemed like a whisper of farewell to the living.

In any case, this brother and sister with a unique relationship left this silent place hand in hand.

Chapter 307 I Still Like Her

Due to the war, the area outside Dingjun City was a bit desolate, with only weeds covering the dark red land.

As they approached the city, Fang Xiwen changed the hood of his cloak and covered his face with the shadow.

"I shouldn't be recognized like this, right?"

"Let me hold your hand." Fang Qingxiao grabbed it without answering.

"Will it happen?"

"What's the use of asking me? I can recognize you no matter what you are."

After taking a few steps, Fang Qingxiao keenly sensed that his meridians were disordered and immediately stopped, "Are you possessed?"

"Yeah. I was distracted while practicing..." He explained the situation.

"No, it should be because of my fate. It's strange, even if he is the most important person, this shouldn't happen."

"Anyway, I'll be more careful next time. Come to think of it, you calmed down very quickly, even though I made you so worried."

"Because I see that you are okay. No matter how wrong you are, as long as you are okay, I will forgive you." As she spoke, her slender fingers clasped his, and he could feel a slight tremor.

The way back to the city was not far, but the two walked in silence for a long time, each with some strange thoughts.

"So, why did Xiwen do this?" Fang Qingxiao seemed to come to her senses and began to investigate, "Isn't it to avoid his enemies?"

"That's right. There are many reasons. I'll tell you one by one..."

As Fang Qingxiao's appearance was too eye-catching, the two did not enter the city for the time being, but instead found a big tree on the outskirts of the city where they could see the moon.

A square piece of cloth was spread on it, as if filled with some cool silver light, and they sat down leaning against each other.

"...This way, the blame won't be directed at the Fang family; moreover, I can continue to pretend to be a loser and not arouse suspicion from others."

"Well, it's a very good idea indeed." Fang Qingxiao raised her eyes slightly, with a waning moon reflected in her eyes, and nodded.

Seeing this, he also looked up and said with some nostalgia: "It's been a while since I talked to my sister like this."

"When you were staying at the inn before?"

"Yes. That night I wanted to open the window to see the moon, but before I got there, you came in from outside the window..." Fang Xiwen couldn't help laughing when talking about the past.

"Who told you to lock the door?" She snorted, then said, "But I support your decision. This way, you have completely cut off all ties with those women in the underworld, right?"

"...Not really."