Fairy, I really am a villain!

At this time, Fang Xiwen was holding the Bailian sword and slashing at the huge wooden stake in the training room.

Each of these huge wooden stakes is as thick as an adult male’s waist, dark in color, and engraved with countless sword marks.

He stepped back a few steps and stood still, moving his body along with the sword, then chopped down the wooden stake vertically with the sword.

Extreme electric wind and thunder!

Boom!

The wooden stake made a dull sound, and another sword mark appeared on it. He put away the sword and looked at his sister beside him.

"There's nothing wrong with the posture, angle, and point of force," Fang Qingxiao nodded gently, stared at him for a while, and then shook her head, "but it's too stiff, and it's hard to change the moves."

"That's what my sister said."

The sword moves he currently possesses are too inadequate. Although he can use them in actual combat, his movements are almost entirely based on physical instinct, and it is difficult to make changes midway, or to connect to the next move in time.

"That's how it is for beginners. Generally speaking."

Fang Qingxiao had just said a few words of comfort when she saw him coming over with a wooden sword in his hand, his eyes eager to try, "What's going on?"

"I want to try it out with my sister."

After all, he has mastered so many sword moves and has been practicing for such a long time, so his sword skills should not be too bad. He should be able to fight Fang Qingxiao without using any moves.

"Actual combat?" Hearing this, Fang Qingxiao, who always acted decisively, showed hesitation for the first time. She blinked innocently and said, "I can teach you some moves."

"Am I really that bad?"

Fang Qingxiao looked at him and fell silent.

So Fang Xiwen, who had been strong all her life, dragged her sister to an open space nearby.

The two men distanced themselves from each other, and he made a very standard starting stance, with the tip of his sword pointing in the air.

Fang Qingxiao concealed the doting in her eyes, let her right hand holding the sword hang down easily, and she just stood there quietly.

"I'm going to fuck!"

"Ah."

Fang Xiwen took two steps forward and stabbed the wooden sword at her chest and abdomen. The latter did not move, and waited until he suddenly changed his tactics before lightly tapping the sword.

boom.

He was even stunned for a moment when the wooden sword fell.

Damn, the difference is so big?

Seeing this, Fang Qingxiao dropped the wooden sword and gently hugged him, explaining in a gentle voice: "I thought about pretending to take a few of your moves, but I thought better of it.

If I let Xiwen become proud, and then suffer at the hands of others, I will regret it to death."

"Ha ha..."

He now finally understood that the operating panel could not replace practice. If he wanted to become stronger, he had to practice hard on his own. The slight arrogance in his heart disappeared instantly.

"Xiwen lost to me because your Qi flow and strength distribution seemed transparent to me," Fang Qingxiao held his hand, "because I have seen too many of your moves."

"I see. Then Sister, please don't practice with me."

There is a saying in the Go world that the more you play with a bad player, the worse you will get. If Fang Qingxiao wants to play against me, she must lower herself to the same level as me.

"But you can still use the feeding move. I'll throw a sword, and you try to break it. If it succeeds, I'll evolve the follow-up move. If it doesn't work, I'll start over. With Xiwen's comprehension, he will definitely improve quickly, okay?"

"sister..."

He let out a long breath and nodded.

He originally thought that since he had access to so many powerful moves, he shouldn't be too bad, but reality slapped him hard in the face.

However, Fang Xiwen quickly cheered up and asked, "Won't it be a waste of my sister's time?"

"No, maybe it will be more effective than me using the sword alone," Fang Qingxiao let go of him and said with a smile, "and I also want to see how my sword moves will change in the hands of a beginner."

...

...

The effect of the feeding move is unexpected.

Fang Xiwen is a man who thinks quickly. At first, he would try one move many times, and even asked his sister to give him a "reference solution", but later on, he gradually figured out the trick.

"Look carefully, I'm using my wrist to generate power in this move, with the tip of my sword pointing at the five major acupuncture points on your chest, first fast and then slow..."

For each move, Fang Qingxiao unreservedly broke down the details bit by bit, and added her own insights, feelings, and experiences, chewing them up and feeding them carefully.

And her brother did not disappoint her. Not only did his problem-solving speed gradually increase, but the questions he asked also gradually got to the point.

"what."

"what happened?"

After one of her moves was "broken", Fang Qingxiao stopped moving in surprise, pulled back her sword, and smiled, "This is a good change, it's even simpler than I thought."

"Yeah..."

After receiving recognition for the first time, Fang Xiwen became more and more motivated, and the two of them trained back and forth like this until noon.

When there was a knock on the door, they woke up from their dream and smiled at each other.

The shadow attendant came in with a basket, uncovered the white cloth, and revealed two large food boxes. He said with a smile, "If I hadn't passed by the training hall and took a look, how long would the young master and the young lady have planned to practice on an empty stomach?"

"When you're hungry, you'll eat."

"It's okay not to eat."

The two of them each picked up their lunch boxes and sat with their backs against the wall to eat.

Holding the hot meal, Fang Xiwen couldn't help but stare at her sister for a while, and the latter gently curved her eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"I'm just a little thankful," he laughed, "If it weren't for my sister, I don't know when I would have been able to master the swordsmanship. And it would have been very boring to practice alone."

Fortunately, I broke the protagonists' conspiracy, otherwise I wouldn't have the peaceful daily life now.

"Hehe, now you know how to say nice things."

"Haven't I been saying that all along?"

"You only complimented me thirteen times yesterday."

"Do you remember this?"

Fang Xiwen was stunned for a moment, and his sister snatched a piece of meat from his bowl with a smile in her eyes.

The shadow servant who was about to leave stopped and watched intently without realizing it.

I thought the young lady and the young master would never be able to reconcile in their lifetime, but I didn't expect that they are in such a harmonious relationship now.

This is really...

Then she noticed that the young master said something, and the young lady put down her lunch box and threw him to the ground, locking his body skillfully.

"Hey, I'm still eating!"

"You told me to clear up."

"I was eating boiled cabbage and suddenly remembered, can't I even make a joke?"

"Absolutely not."

Fang Qingxiao locked his neck with her arms from behind, clamped her legs tightly around his waist, and the hot air from her mouth burned his ears red. "Do you understand?"

"I won't dare next time!"

"If you do that again, I'll lock you up for a day."

“Why reward me…”

Chapter 41 Bad Relationship

As the days go by, the bad influence caused by Tianyumen is gradually fading.

Keeping bandits in captivity, allowing killings, colluding with evil cultivators... Under the strong pressure from the Sword Sect, even if the Tianyu Sect got an elder of the fourth level of the outer scene, it would not be able to clear itself of all charges.

If not for the fact that there were not too many victims, and if the Tianyu Sect had a good attitude towards correction and the Xuanxiao Sect had protected it, this sect would have been classified as an evil sect.

Even now, the Tianyu Sect is still hated by everyone.

In the practice room.

"This sword is beautiful," Fang Qingxiao smiled and clapped her hands gently, "I should be able to fight with Xiwen now."

"no."

"What if I insist?"

"...Didn't you lock the door and windows last night?" Fang Xiwen's face turned red, his eyes widened, "Who would run into someone else's room right after taking a shower!"

"What are you talking about? I just want to teach you out of kindness, okay?"

"You just want to take the opportunity to beat me up, but there's no way to just slap me on the butt!"

Seeing that he was not fooled, Fang Qingxiao put away the wooden sword and smiled gently.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen ran all the way to the door of the training room. Seeing Ying Shi standing next to him, he was delighted and said, "Yue'er, stop her quickly!"

Hearing this, the shadow servant looked at him with a reproachful look and muttered in a low voice: "Master, you called me by my name again..."

"Quick!"

Seeing that he was urging her, Ying Shi opened his arms helplessly and hugged Fang Xiwen who was about to escape.

"Hey! What are you doing? You didn't even listen to my orders? This is outrageous!"

Shadow Servant was much stronger than him. Fang Xiwen struggled for a few times and could only jump in frustration.

"well done."

Like passing the ball, Shadow Servant gently pushed him back, Fang Qingxiao caught him, and then threw him to the ground, like a salted fish on a chopping board.

He collapsed on the ground with despair, looking at the ceiling, "I'm just a weakling in the Qi Accumulation Stage, and you guys are ganging up on me..."

puff.

The shadow servant was amused by him and couldn't help but sneak over and quietly poked his cheek with his finger.