After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

"I didn't expect that you, Fei'er, actually have the heart of a heroine."

Rong Ting felt the warmth in his palm and said with a smile on his face.

"No way~"

The girl's face was red and covered with crystal beads of sweat. I don't know if it was because of shame or tiredness, but she looked up at the young man's face with a sharp gaze.

"I just think that having some self-preservation skills can help Brother Rong."

Hearing this, the young man's smiling face became even softer, and he looked at the girl under him with fondness in his eyes.

"Thank you, Fei'er. As long as you like, I will always be with you."

"Ah."

The girl listened to the sweet words, her heart softened and she responded softly, then turned around and practiced her sword skills even more diligently.

At this time, Song Mingan walked to the side of the yard with stiff hands and feet. He could clearly see the girl's facial expression through the fence.

Seeing how intimate the two of them were, my heart ached a little.

But with Jianxin in mind, he still discovered the difference between Yu Fei and others, that is the popularity that no one else had.

This immediately surprised him a little, could it be possible?

Yu Fei also entered this illusion like himself! But Fei'er didn't have such talent as himself, so she could only indulge in the illusion.

This explains why Fei'er's life changed.

This was her avoidance of her youth, after all, she had often expressed her disgust for brothels.

At this time, Yu Fei and the other person discovered the young man standing by the fence. They looked at each other and stopped what they were doing at the same time.

Yu Fei's slightly swollen chest kept rising and falling, and she glanced at the young man with a little shyness.

The little hand struggled gently and escaped from his palm.

The young man smiled warmly upon seeing this, rolled up his palms, and walked towards the boy.

Rong Ting was a little puzzled when he saw the child in front of him. In the past, it was always elderly wealthy businessmen or scholars who came to visit him, but this was the first time that a child of this age had come.

"I wonder what brings you here, little friend?"

Song Mingan felt annoyed listening to his polite words. Looking at his face, he was not as handsome as he would be when he grew up. But thinking that he was a scholar after all, he had the answer in his heart.

He turned his head and saw that the girl had put away her sword and walked slowly into the house. At this moment, he was filled with anger and wanted to use his sword skills to beat her to death immediately.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress his impatience, and said in a firm voice: "You are Rong Ting, the so-called Wenquxing."

It seems like he has bad intentions.

Rong Ting looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes flickering to the long sword behind him. He really had no recollection of when he had seen him before.

"It is me. May I ask if I have offended you in any way? I apologize to you."

Seeing how he was so graceful towards a child like himself, Song Mingan couldn't help but feel a bit of respect for him.

The sword on his back made a buzzing sound and jumped to his outstretched palm. Lang Sheng said, "I am Song Ming'an, and I am here for my concubine."

"Since you are a scholar, I am willing to give you a chance. As long as you can defeat the sword in my hand, I will turn around and leave, and never disturb her life again."

Rong Ting came back to his senses from the action of him unsheathing his sword just now, and after listening to him say this, the gentle smile on his face gradually froze.

Yu Fei, who had already put her hands on the door frame, paused in her action of pushing the door when she heard that it concerned her. She turned her head with a surprised look at the young man standing with a sword in his hand.

Rong Ting looked at the long sword pointing at him. His usually gentle face became expressionless and his dark eyes became deeper, as if they had been frozen into ten thousand years of ice.

"If you take back what you just said, I will pretend that this incident never happened. Otherwise, don't blame me for bullying the weak."

Song Ming'an ignored his threat, turned his head to look at the girl who was looking at him, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Fei'er, I'm here to save you."

Save me? Who is he?

Yu Fei frowned and looked at the boy, with a thoughtful look in her eyes. She found that she did feel familiar with the boy in front of her. Could he be a friend from the same village?

"nonsense."

Seeing that the young man dared to steal his girl openly, Rong Ting, no matter how well-mannered he was, was furious.

sonorous—

Rong Ting's internal force flowed in his body, his right hand was placed on his waist, and with the sound of metal clashing, a long sword flashed with a white light and flew out of his body.

His eyes were icy cold, and with a twist of his wrist, he stabbed the boy through the fence with the fine iron sword.

The blow was delivered in anger, but he remained calm, shaving the boy's hair just to teach him a lesson.

However, he never expected that the young man in front of him just slightly turned his head to avoid the sword, and the long sword suddenly stabbed towards his chest.

What courage!

Rong Ting couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart, because he knew that he didn't have such sword skills at his age.

His mind was free to think, but his hands did not stop moving at all.

As the long sword was retracted, the attack was turned into nothingness with the sound of the two swords clashing.

Song Ming'an narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this. He didn't expect that this scholar was actually a master of kendo. An ordinary person could not have rescued him like that just now.

After thinking about it, he stepped on the ground and jumped onto the fence. Although he looked young and weak, he had a unique kind of heroic posture when standing on the fence with one foot.

What a light gong!

Rong Ting had completely given up his contempt for him. He stared at the young man standing in front of him with a sword, and saw the young man swung his sword and pounced on him like a bird entering the forest.

The young man was not afraid at all. He thought he was more than ten years older than the man, so he did not retreat at all and confronted him head-on with his sword raised.

The two men have superb swordsmanship, but their sword intent is distinct.

Song Ming'an's sword was not bound by form, he only took the essence of swordsmanship, each strike was like an antelope hanging its horns leaving no trace, he had a very exquisite grasp of the opportunity, he would attack the enemy where they must be saved just to disrupt the formation of the young man in front of him.

I thought that since I was a cultivator and the sword skills I learned were extraordinary, it would be easy for me to defeat this scholar.

However, he did not expect that although he was a mortal, the foundation of the swordsmanship he learned was solid, and his foundation was as unshakable as a towering tree. Although it was just a set of swordsmanship, it was magnificent and righteous. His thoughts of a quick victory were in vain.

I tried to take an unconventional approach several times, but in my haste I ended up losing my composure.

After exchanging dozens of moves, Song Ming'an ended up at a disadvantage. He knew that it would be difficult for him to defeat the person in front of him with just his swordsmanship.

He stared at the young man in front of him silently, and silently said sorry in his heart. Then his sword heart was urged, and his eyes suddenly became sharper. When he looked at the young man's swordsmanship, he immediately found a flaw that flashed and then disappeared without a trace.

So strong!

Having actually practiced swordsmanship to such a level, Song Mingan slowly accumulated strength, silently waiting for that fleeting flaw to appear.

The two fought for another cup of tea. The young Song Mingan gradually felt exhausted and his breathing became more rapid.

Rong Ting had adapted to the boy's swordsmanship at this time, and his demeanor became more and more calm. He looked at him with eyes full of appreciation for his talent. He advised: "Young man, how about we stop here? You have such a talent, why don't you stick to this? Wouldn't it be better to serve the country?"

Song Ming'an waved his hand to block the long sword that was slashing towards his shoulder bone. Sweat dripped from his temples. He panted and said disdainfully: "Serve the country? Ha, my ambition is to be free and unrestrained. A small country is a cage that traps me."

cage?

The young man frowned, and his sword intent pressed towards the shameless boy in front of him like a tide.

"You are really young, but you are so arrogant. You have never been out of Luzhou at your age. The world is so big that you can't see it with your eyes. You are just like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky."

The young man turned a deaf ear to his words, his movements became more forced, but the light in his eyes became brighter.

As the young man performed his sword skills, his eyes suddenly shone with dazzling light.

"It's now!"