Fairy, I really am a villain!

With the idea that it is better to have many skills, he reached out to take it, flipped through it, but did not express any opinion on the matter.

Fang Xiwen is not stupid. He can see that the girl likes him... He is actually quite happy.

After spending the past few days together in the courtyard, he had gotten used to having Jiang Xingchu around him. Even if he did nothing, he would feel good just by seeing her reading in the yard.

But both of them knew that this kind of life would not last long.

"How do you learn so quickly?" Seeing him casually send out a few streams of energy, Jiang Xingchu stood up.

This method of exerting strength is difficult to explain, and it also requires the use of corresponding hidden weapon techniques. How can you possibly learn it after just watching it!

"Maybe it's because I'm smarter?" Fang Xiwen raised his eyebrows with some pride.

On the one hand, it is his proficiency in transforming the Covenant of the Falling Star Goddess, and on the other hand, it is his own good comprehension.

He understood very quickly the more rigid things like techniques, methods, and intentions, but when it came to the more idealistic concepts like Taoism and principles, he was a bit helpless.

It's been almost two months, and my sword skills are still stuck there.

He was also somewhat thankful that he had not traveled to a world where one had to question one's true nature, otherwise he would not have survived for many more days in his current state.

"Huh, it's obviously my fault for teaching you well." Jiang Xingchu smiled, supporting his cheek.

"Yes, yes, the Saint Lady is the most powerful."

There is some truth in what he said. Fang Xiwen always feels that he is a person who is greatly influenced by his environment.

He has his own way of doing things, but he has no clear goal in the general direction. When he was practicing with his elder sister in Jingshui City, he was very lazy. After Luo Qingni came, he became very lazy. Now he acts with a bit of Jiang Xingchu's decisiveness...

Fortunately, they were all well-intentioned. Perhaps because of this, he did not become the Scarlet Emperor.

"Try aiming at the stone in the corner." Jiang Xingchu pointed excitedly.

Hearing this, he followed suit and drew out five star lines, then stretched out his finger and flicked them.

Poof.

An invisible force of energy exploded, knocking the rocks in the corner of the yard away. This force could injure people, but...

"Hahahahaha! Are you farting?"

Jiang Xingchu was so amused by the dull sound that he slapped the table repeatedly. After a long while, he wiped his eyes and said with a smile, "If you don't seek to confuse the enemy or cause chaos, then there is actually no requirement for the sound.

If you can keep making this kind of noise, your enemies might die of laughter...Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen turned his palm and said with a sullen face: "I have never studied music, so how can I tell the difference between Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu? Besides, the length of this star line is different every time, so how can I play accurate music?"

"That just means you haven't practiced enough. Come on, let me demonstrate it again." Jiang Xingchu was not annoyed at all, and smiled as he stretched out his hand and wiped it.

It is like a mountain spring meandering out from a valley, sometimes lingering and sad, sometimes the sound of gurgling spring water, it is like a piece of flower-washing paper, sometimes the sound of horse bells, and it seems that the flying dust is immersed in it and dancing.

If it weren't for the star lines floating in the air, she would have the aura of a zither fairy, a bit like Yun Wuxin when they first met, but that guy... let's not talk about him.

Seeing that Jiang Xingchu was teaching seriously, he also devoted himself to learning. Maybe he would come in handy someday.

Besides, it's also good to improve his knowledge of music. He really yearns for the mood of lying drunkenly on a boat and playing the flute...

Jiang Xingchu looked at him with his head down flipping through the book, and his focused face, and his expression softened unconsciously. He was really learning.

The way of music is not as good as the way of killing with swords and knives. In the eyes of the world, to put it bluntly, it is just a minor art. What man would be willing to learn it? Isn't it cool to pull the sword?

But he studies so hard... Could it be that he wants to have more common topics with me?

Logically speaking, Jiang Xingchu is not a little girl and generally would not think in that direction.

But the ambiguous looks from the passers-by on the river bank, and his wife...it really does have a bit of a harmonious feel to it, she thought.

"Listen, listen, I actually managed to play a few notes!" Fang Xiwen pulled her excitedly, and couldn't wait to show it off.

This is the first half of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It looks simple, but it still feels a sense of accomplishment when you actually play it.

"Great, great~" Jiang Xingchu clapped his hands softly, and there seemed to be stars falling into his eyes.

It's strange, when you like someone, you think everything he does is right and good. Just like his current childish look, it makes people very moved.

Jiang Xingchu wanted to come over and teach him step by step... As soon as this thought came to her mind, she knew that it was all over.

She can't go back to being the cold-faced judge she used to be.

He keeps saying that this is my path, but now as long as he doesn't want to, I might give up killing people in that way.

This rumor came at a perfect time. His reputation was already strong and it was not a good idea for him to stay here any longer...and she didn't dare to stay any longer.

In just a few days, I could see him doing morning exercises when I woke up. The warm smell of porridge wafted from the kitchen. After he finished washing up, they sat face to face with a bowl of porridge each, chatting about random things.

Jiang Xingchu had completely forgotten what the topic was, which meant it was not important at all. He only remembered that he was in a good mood at that time.

After eating, she picked up the bowl and washed it. After washing, she casually flipped through "Autumn Moon Sounds". When she had free time, she taught him how to disguise himself, and drew his handsome sword-like eyebrows into a big insect.

When he went out to buy groceries, he would wash the clothes himself; when he came back to cook, he would hang the clothes up himself.

Time seemed to freeze in the courtyard. As long as Jiang Xingchu raised her eyes from the book, she could see him smiling at her.

"Hey, how do you play this note...Why are you in a daze?" Seeing that she was in a daze, Fang Xiwen waved his hand in front of her and pointed at the book.

"Here." Jiang Xingchu dialed the number unhappily, and a crisp sound was heard.

"I see..."

Seeing that she was not in a good state, Fang Xiwen simply put away the star line and gradually calmed down.

Neither asking nor urging, just waiting.

How many people can understand what you mean without speaking?

Jiang Xingchu really likes this feeling and wishes she could stay with him like this forever.

The afterglow of dusk fell on the magnolia. Jiang Xingchu stared at its shadow for a while. His expression changed for a while. He said in a very low voice, "Xiwen... do you want to go home with me?"

Not 'Be my man', not 'I want you', but 'Come home with me'.

Back to Xinggong, back to our home.

This small courtyard is now attracting a lot of attention. Given Jiang Xingchu's sensitive identity, staying here for a few days is already the limit. The guests who had been taken care of by the Jiang family before started to gossip again.

The time has come when a decision must be made.

"what?"

"I asked you to go back with me. Do you want to or not?" When asked for the second time, Jiang Xingchu restrained his expression and returned to his indifferent attitude, turning into a true superior again.

This young lady who does whatever she wants has a side with bloody hands, a naive and playful side, and also... a cold and distant side.

She always makes people forget that the person in front of them is the young master of one of the nine evil paths, the ruler of a truly powerful organization, whose words can decide the life and death of tens of thousands of people.

She thought she had hidden her emotions very well, but she didn't realize that the request in her eyes was obvious.

Maybe Jiang Xingchu wanted him to be a companion before, but now he is willing to make greater concessions... I can let you influence me and even let you participate in my life.

"I know you don't want to run around, and all you want is a quiet life like this in a small courtyard. I have a manor in Longchuan that is ten times bigger than this one. You can do whatever you like."

"I know you are collecting things. The branches of Xing Palace in various places have treasure houses, which contain natural treasures, secret manuals, skills, armor and precious weapons... Our collection is not much worse than that of the Qizhen Pavilion."

"I know you are afraid of being alone, so I will never leave you alone."

Jiang Xingchu's gaze seemed to penetrate his body, through his gentle and harmless appearance, through his alienated and indifferent inner self, and straight to the deepest part of his heart.

Just as Fang Xiwen understood her, many of his secrets had nowhere to hide in her eyes.

The young hero who seems to be in the limelight in the eyes of outsiders is actually lazy and insolent by nature, and is always being pushed around.

Even though he didn't say a word about it, Jiang Xingchu knew that he was looking for something... be it to open a secret realm in Jiangzhou, to summon the Azure Sword Immortal, or to practice the Azure Sword Intent.

He never forgot that there was a silly girl still staying in the sect, fighting against the sword of life and death alone.

He was looking for a way to suppress the sword intent, and even thought about cultivating it himself, transferring Luo Qingni's share to himself...but how could Jiang Xingchu know?

Could it be that the tacit understanding between the two of them is so deep?

Jiang Xingchu didn't give him time to think about it. She stretched out her hand and looked at him steadily with her starry eyes.

In the clear stream, it seemed that another fish was swimming by.

Maybe I can't catch it, maybe I can only watch it slip away... The man was silent for a while, then spoke.

"I do not want."

Chapter 94: Remarks on the Release and Summary of the First Volume

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Thank you for the support of my fellow book lovers. I am very happy to see your encouragement.

Thanks to the editor Liu Xing for giving me a lot of suggestions.

If the first order is over 500, I'll add one more chapter. If the first order is over 1,000... I don't dare to think about it, but if there is a chance, I'll add another chapter.

The following is a summary, which is all nonsense and you can ignore it.

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The edict of repentance:

I read the second volume of 70,000 to 80,000 words from the beginning and found quite a few problems.

What is this part about?

In terms of characters, the male protagonist's character is supplemented and Xiao Jiang's character is introduced;

In terms of the plot, there are two events, one small and one large, which mainly point out the spiritual realm and the Blood Robe Cult;

In terms of the main storyline, the spiritual realm is revealed, the Blue Sky Sword Fairy is introduced, and the Scarlet Emperor is described indirectly.

A lot of stuff, right?

But I didn't grasp it well, mainly because... the main plot was too weak.

The hero went to Jiangzhou, firstly to explore the entrance to the spiritual realm, and secondly to search for treasure in the secret realm, looking for something that could suppress the sword intent of life and death, but I omitted the second step.

In order to pull Xiao Jiang out, I designed an event to interrupt his plan. Although he still explored the spiritual realm, he always felt like he was being pushed around. It seemed like he was at a loss.