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

Yu Fei seemed not to see his reaction and continued speaking in a low voice.

“As soon as I entered the sect, I felt it was destined.”

"I started practicing Taoism outside the sect, and then became a complete practitioner after entering the sect. Even during the sect competition, I was the concubine of Wu Yingjie."

"I can't get rid of it anymore."

Hearing him say this, the purple-robed young man's eyes flashed with light. He knew that his actions for so long had some effect.

She was obviously wavering between the two, and finally chose her younger brother because he took the lead.

At this point, it seems that no matter how hard I try, it will be difficult to make up for it.

Knowing that he couldn't force her to make a choice now, forcing her would be counterproductive. He forced a smile, steadied his voice and said softly, "Don't think too much, Fei'er."

After saying that, he raised his hands, holding a wine-red pipa in both hands, and handed it forward.

"Last time we fought, I saw that your pipa was damaged, so I specially sent someone to customize this pipa."

He raised his hand and gently brushed the body of the zither, only to see the words "Yu Fei" engraved inside, shining faintly and emitting a light red halo.

"It has not been named yet. I hope you can give it a name."

Yu Fei was attracted by the fluctuations of the magic weapon and slowly turned her head.

The image of the pipa appeared in my eyes. It was like red jade, smooth and clear, with a faint glow flowing. The four strings were all deep red, and the surface of the instrument was carved with dancing phoenixes and phoenixes dancing gracefully.

Just looking at the appearance, it is much more beautiful than the Acacia Pipa.

The pipa seemed to notice the woman's gaze, and a faint red halo appeared around it. The four strings tinkled, and the phoenix danced on the instrument.

Yu Fei's eyes lit up, and she raised her hand to touch the body of the zither with eyes full of love. The phoenix fluttered its wings and floated to Yu Fei's finger, as if expecting her touch.

Wu Yingchun took this opportunity to reach out and grab Yu Fei's hand. This move startled the phoenix and made it jump and disappear on the body of the zither.

"Fei'er."

Yu Fei didn't expect him to be so bold. Her heart trembled and she looked up to see his affectionate eyes.

"Fei'er, if there is a chance, would you be willing to live with me?"

I gently twitched my hand, but found that it was tightly grasped by him and I couldn't move it at all. After hearing his words, I felt something was wrong and forced a smile, "Brother, you may be confused. How can you say such nonsense?"

"Don't you have any feelings for me at all?"

Listening to him posting one after another, Yu Fei knew that if he continued like this, he might get too excited. With a thought, she flickered her palm with silver light and flicked his hand away.

Taking this opportunity, he pulled his palm back, and the silver lines between his eyebrows disappeared.

"Brother, it's windy tonight, let's stop here."

As if annoyed by his actions, the woman in a fluttering red dress pushed the pipa into his arms with an indifferent tone, then raised her leg and walked out of the yard.

"Thank you for the pipa, Senior Brother. I am not worthy of it."

As he spoke, he used the wind control technique and flew away into the distance, his cold voice echoing between the cliffs.

"From today on, you can still call me Junior Sister."

Wu Yingchun held the pipa in his arms, staring at Yu Fei's receding figure with a solemn expression. He did not know what he was thinking until she disappeared. Then he lowered his head to look at the magic weapon in his arms.

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Qingxu Sword Pavilion in the early morning.

The Qingxu Mountain Gate no longer had the leisurely atmosphere of the past. Instead, several flying boats could be seen standing in the clouds above the sect, and the floating clouds were crushed by the flowing fairy music.

Dozens of sword lights flashed back and forth between the flying boat and the mountain gate. Upon closer inspection, they were actually sword cultivators from the sect, all with a strong fighting spirit on their faces.

Located in the front row, there is a sword-shaped flying boat that is several meters long. Its body looks like a magnificent divine sword with fairy patterns flowing on it. One can tell at a glance that it is the leader of the group of swords.

The inside of the flying boat is like an immortal palace with jade steps and red courtyard.

As far as the eye can see, there are jade buildings and golden palaces made of glazed tiles. Dozens of figures are sitting inside them one after another.

Everyone released their own pressure without any scruples. If a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage came here, he would be crushed by the pressure in a matter of minutes.

Above the main seat is the head of Qingxu Sword Pavilion, who is a great cultivator at the peak of the Jindan stage. All of his subordinates have reached the peak of the foundation building stage or even the Jindan stage.

At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as swords, as if he could see through the flying boat. His gaze fell on those disciples who were escaping with sharp lights, and there was a lot of satisfaction in his eyes.

He has regarded this trip as a battle between good and evil.

The purpose is to let the disciples see what is a demon cultivator and what is a cultivator battlefield. How can a sword cultivator be cultivated casually in the sect? A sword cultivator must fight one sword at a time!

Located where the boats are surrounded is the flying boat used by the sect's Qi Refining cultivators.

Song Ming'an was sitting cross-legged at this time, with his magic sword placed at the bend of his legs, wiping the sword edge with a silk scarf with a calm expression.

If Yu Fei were here, she would be shocked to find that he actually had the cultivation base of the early ninth level of Qi Refining. In just a dozen years, he had gone from being a mortal with no foundation to a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining.

I'm afraid it's not just a matter of qualifications.

After Song Ming'an confirmed that his magic sword was spotless, a satisfied smile appeared on his handsome face.

I looked up at the room I was in. It was barely big enough for one person to rest.

But being able to board this flying boat already shows his strength. After all, within the sect, the Qi Refining cultivators who are qualified to participate in this demon-strangling must have reached the ninth level.

If I didn't know about this demon-strangling event, it would be fine. But now that I know about it from my junior sister, I have to go for the sake of swordsmanship. If I miss this opportunity, I may not see it again for decades or even hundreds of years.

I think I will regret it for the rest of my life.

Qiang~

Song Mingan sheathed his magic sword and was about to close his eyes to rest when he felt a very slight vibration in the room. If he had not concentrated his mind, he would not have been able to detect it.

"Have you set off?"

There was no window in the room, so he didn't know whether the flying boat was heading towards the Qilian Mountains.

The last time I took my junior sister to Jiangtao City, it took us about half a year. This time, taking the flying boat, I think it will be much faster.

dong dong dong~

There was a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by lively words.

"Brother Ming'an, Brother Ming'an, it's me, Ji Yue."

Song Mingan smiled bitterly when he heard this. His junior sister was really busy all the time. The daughter of the peak master of Qingxu Sword Pavilion followed him all day long, which caused a lot of criticism.

Although I am not afraid, I still feel a little annoyed in my heart.

Moreover, her father was a Jindan Zhenren. There were only three other such people in the entire Sword Sect besides the Sect Master. If she really provoked her junior sister, her father would probably slap her to death, and even entering reincarnation would be a luxury.

He stood up and opened the door, and Junior Sister Ji Yue came in briskly as if she was familiar with the place.

Seeing this slightly narrow room, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.

"Oh, Brother, why is this room so small? I'll have someone come and change it to a bigger one for you."

Song Ming'an felt overwhelmed for a moment. He was already the target of everyone's criticism in the sect. If he continued to be so ignorant, not only his fellow disciples but even his own master would probably look at him strangely.

Seeing that she was about to turn around and leave, he quickly reached out and pulled her sleeve, and said awkwardly: "Well, Junior Sister, don't bother. I'm not used to spacious rooms. Although this place is not big, it's very comfortable."