Xiao Huizi and He Xiaoer

"Come with me to a place where we can fight each other," Han Jinfeng said, "As long as you beat me, I won't interfere in this matter. If you lose, you leave."

Han Yujiao thought to herself, "Your cultivation is inferior to mine. How can it be easy to defeat you?"

She agreed.

Han Jinfeng left riding on a white light, and Han Yujiao followed.

The blood rain has stopped since the Demon Gate was opened, but the sky is still blood red.

In a moment, when they arrived at a rural area of ​​a small town, Han Yujiao knew where she was going to take her.

Damn, she actually chose this place.

Han Jinfeng landed in front of a remote farmhouse, which had been renovated and looked brand new, with a beautiful courtyard built in it.

When her parents passed away, she chose to take her sister to live with her uncle in the big city. Her parents' old house had been in disrepair for a long time.

Many years later, Han Jinfeng returned to the old house again, feeling a mixture of emotions and sighs.

Now, she has asked people from the countryside to help look after the old house, and put up a doorplate at the door that reads "Han's House".

Han Jinfeng stepped forward and wiped the blood off the doorplate with her sleeve, and the two words shone with gold lacquer again.

Han Jinfeng pushed the door open and said, "Let's take a look."

The yard still has the old house, an ordinary and simple brick house, with no major changes, just a renovation. Han Jinfeng deliberately kept it as it was.

Han Yujiao stared blankly at her parents' old house, which held many beautiful memories. All the little details of her childhood family of four suddenly came to her mind.

I was twelve years old when my parents left.

Although poor, the first twelve years of our lives were the happiest times for our family.

"Don't you want to say something?" Han Jinfeng looked at her sister.

Han Yujiao had resentment towards her sister, but never towards her parents. She walked forward, touched the door wall, and then walked in.

When I entered the house where I used to live, I could still vividly remember the voices and smiles of my parents, and I seemed to hear my mother's instructions again.

"You two sisters must always love each other and support each other. Even though you are twin sisters, you are not much older than each other. An elder sister is still an elder sister, so you must take good care of your younger sister. And a younger sister must also listen to her."

The two sisters replied, "Yes, I understand."

At that time, my mother's illness was already very serious, so she gave the two sisters some advice. In the end, it didn't go as planned, and my mother couldn't be kept, and my father died of grief.

Han Yujiao's heart is now as hard as a rock. Even if she feels touched, she won't show it at all. Her willpower is much stronger than her sister's.

"What do you mean?"

Han Yujiao suddenly raised her head and looked at her with cold eyes, "I love mom, but that doesn't mean I will forgive you."

"I don't mean anything," Han Jinfeng said, "I just want to bring you back to see it. You've been gone for so many years, haven't you ever thought about coming back to see it?"

"No."

Han Yujiao left a cold and heartless remark and walked out of the house angrily.

"Han Yujiao, why have you become like this?" Han Jinfeng accused from behind.

"Don't worry about it."

"Come with me, and we'll compete there."

Han Jinfeng left in anger and walked towards a mountain where her parents were buried. She wanted to let her parents see how cold-blooded and heartless her sister was.

Han Yujiao followed.

The former earthen tomb was also rebuilt by Han Jinfeng, built with stone bricks and looked very beautiful and solemn, no worse than any ancestral tomb of a large family.

The stele above was also carved by a master, showing its elegance and grace.

Han Jinfeng's parents were poor during their lifetime, and she couldn't let them be so destitute after their death.

"Please kowtow to your parents," Han Jinfeng said coldly, "You haven't kowtowed to them since you left at the age of 18. Do you think this is decent?"

"It's not your call to judge whether it looks good or not."

However, Han Yujiao still knelt down in front of her parents' graves and kowtowed three times, "Dad, Mom, your daughter is back to see you."

She stroked her parents' tombstone and said, "Han Jinfeng, I will do what you did in the future. I won't need you to do it in the future. Put away your thoughts."

"Good, good, good."

Han Jinfeng said three good words in a row, "Come on, draw your sword. Let's duel here. Whoever wins will decide whether to worship at my parents' grave in the future. My parents will be witnesses."

Han Yujiao drew out the black sword and Han Jinfeng used a long bronze mirror.

The two sisters started fighting.

The sound of clanging and clashing was heard. Han Yujiao launched ten attacks in a row, and Han Jinfeng blocked ten of them.

"Attack, what's the point of retreating all the time?" Han Yujiao shouted, "Don't think I will show mercy, I won't!"

Han Yujiao yelled, and used the black sword as a knife, slashing down fiercely. She turned the grievances of the past into resentment, and slashed down with all her strength.

Han Jinfeng raised the copper handle to block it, but there was a clang and her arm went numb.

She took advantage of the moment when Han Yujiao went crazy and kicked her in the chest. Han Yujiao groaned and her body flew eight meters away.

"Hey, that's better."

Han Yujiao got up, brushed off the mud on her body, shook her hair, and rushed forward. Her sword moves were not as random as before, but each one was extremely sharp.

Han Jinfeng admitted that her swordsmanship was very powerful.

Now she was using all her strength and Han Jinfeng was temporarily at a disadvantage.

When Si Qing passed this bronze mirror to her, he did not teach her how to use it. He just gave her a book and let her figure it out on her own.

However, Han Yujiao received instruction from Si Yin himself, so naturally she could not compare.

"What do you think? Do you admit defeat?" Han Yujiao showed a sinister smile.

"It's impossible to admit defeat."

Han Jinfeng also has her own pride and stubbornness. She is a university professor, loved and respected by teachers, students and colleagues. She will never give up.

She perked up, dodged the sword, and smashed towards Han Yujiao with two powerful bangs.

Han Yujiao fought head-on. Both of them were divine weapons. After the fierce collision, they both took two steps back. She looked at her black sword and found that it was not damaged.

He moved forward again and stabbed Han Jinfeng's throat with eighteen consecutive sword strikes.

Seeing this, Han Jinfeng leaped into the air and pointed the bronze mirror towards Han Yujiao. A holy white light rushed towards Han Yujiao.

"Come on, good thing. Am I afraid of you?"

A beam of black light spit out from Han Yujiao's black sword, and the two beams of light met in the air. It turned out that no matter how many times Han Jinfeng used it, she could not suppress Han Yujiao's black light.

She had used it many times, and each time the black light prevailed.

After the first time Feng Tutu was hit by the black light, she was unable to save Feng Tutu and could only return to Mingzhu Mansion to ask Si Qing for help.

She knew then that she could not defeat Han Yujiao.

She tried hard again, but still couldn't win.

At this moment, the white light was almost swallowed up by the black light.

Han Jinfeng sighed. She had no choice but to admit defeat. In fact, her sister was at least one level stronger than her.

"Okay, you win." Han Jinfeng put away the bronze mirror.

"It's good that you know," Han Yujiao said expressionlessly, "I hope you will keep your word."

"I mean what I said. I will not interfere in this matter."

Han Yujiao received the black sword and knelt in front of her parents' graves again, "Mom and Dad, I will come to visit you often in the future."

Han Jinfeng sneered and said sarcastically, "Humph, you haven't been back for thirty years, but now you are pretending to come and pay homage to your parents. How funny."

Han Yujiao said calmly: "If you want to laugh, laugh for a while longer. You are not allowed to come to worship in the future."

"Why?"

"Since I defeated you, and what you just said, I have the final say on future worship matters."

"Han Yujiao, don't go too far."

"It's just that excessive, so what?"

Han Yujiao looked at her with contempt and sneered, "You don't want to keep your promise? Humph, Han Jinfeng, mom said that you, as a sister, should take care of your sister, but what happened? I was harassed by that beast, but you turned a blind eye."

"You have always been suspicious, and I have always been protecting you. Didn't I protect you?" Han Jinfeng roared, "Didn't I take care of you? Han Yujiao, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Han Yujiao didn't want to pay attention to her and drove the black light back to Jiangshan Beautiful City.

Han Jinfeng followed.