I'm not an elite villain.

A ray of morning light shines on the top of the mountain, like a golden divine light, awakening the sleeping valley.

The branches and leaves rustled gently like the sound of a flute, accompanied by the whisper of the breeze, bringing a fresh breath.

Under the shining sun, the mountains appear even more majestic and lofty, as if they are the most wonderful masterpiece of nature.

The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests stands majestically on the top of the mountain.

In front of the hall stands a stone tablet with the words "Three Lives" engraved on it.

The majestic and domineering image of Chongxuan Sect is displayed at all times.

The white clouds and mist surround the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, which is like a fairyland, as if it is far away from the mundane world and in a holy place for practitioners.

As a first-class sect in the clan, the Lanxing Sect has a long history and many disciples.

They pay attention to swordsmanship, and their purpose is to "control the devil with sword".

There is an unparalleled and invincible sword technique passed down within the sect, which has been passed down from generation to generation and continues to this day.

The disciples of the Lanxing Sect were dressed in green, holding long swords, with graceful figures and firm eyes.

The flashing swords and the sword energy were so dazzling that it was hard to take it all in. The sunlight shone on the handsome young men, who were full of vigor and vitality, and their swordsmanship became more and more exquisite.

"Hello, Senior Brother and Second Sister!" The disciples stopped what they were doing and humbly saluted the man in a crescent-shaped white brocade robe and the woman in a dark blue brocade skirt with white plum blossoms embroidered on the hem.

"Well, how's the practice going?" Wen Shaocheng nodded in response.

"I don't understand. I really don't understand."

"Brother, can you demonstrate it again?" she said in a coquettish tone.

"Don't you understand? No one knows?" The eldest brother was shocked by them, his eyes widened, like a groundhog who lost his carrot.

"So what were you practicing this morning?" Wen Shaocheng asked doubtfully, looking at his fellow disciples with clear eyes.

"I gave a rough idea." He answered with a silly smile.

“Touched the frame.”

"Well... let you watch it again." The sword in the eldest brother's hand seemed to be alive, dancing in the air, making bursts of metallic knocking sounds.

Every sword-swinging movement is full of power and continuity.

The sword in his hand is light green in color, with a sapphire jade inlaid on the hilt. It is elegant and noble, and the tip of the sword is sharp. It flashes cold light under the sunlight and at night it is like a star in the night sky, beautiful and deadly.

The sword in the eldest brother's hand seemed to be alive. The younger brothers and sisters looked at it enviously, hoping that one day the sword in their own hands could be as invincible as the eldest brother's.

Wen Shaocheng is the eldest senior brother of the Lanxing Sect and a very popular figure in the entire sect.

He is not only an outstanding martial artist, but also a clean and generous person.

Whenever his fellow students came to him for help when they encountered problems in their cultivation, he would always lend a helping hand without hesitation.

In the eyes of his fellow students, he is a plug-in and a walking encyclopedia.

"Senior Brother!" A disciple with delicate features stepped forward with a smile and called out to the Senior Brother, then took Wen Shaocheng to a corner and whispered to him.

"This is the disciple that Master Gao just accepted. Big Brother, please make some arrangements for him." After the young man finished speaking, he waved at the well-behaved child who was quietly staying in the corner, signaling him to come over.

Long black hair as black as ink and as smooth as silk, clear eyes as bright as stars, delicate and fair skin, a simple and slightly shy smile, and a slender and slightly thin figure.

Where did this child come from? Could he be the illegitimate child of Master Gao? Wen Shaocheng looked solemnly at the child in front of him who was wearing a purple brocade dress with a flower cluster outlined by dark black lines on his left shoulder.

"Don't think too much, senior brother!" Gao Shanshan caught a flash of expression on the senior brother's face, as if he had thought of something, and joked with a smile.

"What's your name?" Wen Shaocheng took the child's hand and asked in a gentle voice.

Looking at the man in front of me, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were like stars, his clear pupils were shining with light, his brows were relaxed and he was smiling gently, his eyes were full of me.

My whole body collapsed, like a small stone.

"My name is Gu Qingchen!" The child pulled his sleeves and answered straightly.

"Then can I call you Qingchen?"

"Yeah." The child nodded.

How could this child be so quiet? It was strange. He didn't say much to me along the way, even though the other children I met were all very noisy. Never mind. This is fine. Wen Shaocheng glanced at the quiet Gu Qingchen, his thoughts already flying far away.

Gao Shanshan just followed Wen Shaocheng and Gu Qingchen silently without saying anything.

What a bunch of hypocrites, Gu Qingchen complained silently in his heart, Wen Shaocheng, he is so unrivaled in the world, so intelligent, but in the end he was still foolishly used by the villain Fu Jinchen.

The swordsmanship at that time had reached another level. When the sword was swung, the sword light was like a rainbow, as fast and accurate as lightning.

When communicating with Wen Shaocheng, I found that he was not only talented, but also proficient in literature, painting, music, etc., and was good at planning strategies, so I treated him as a brother.

But in the end, the two of them became enemies because of one thing, and they always pursued him relentlessly and confronted him afterwards.

He turned slightly and looked at the woman behind him who was wearing a dark blue brocade dress with white plum blossoms embroidered on the hem and her slender waist bound with a white brocade belt.

With her slender hands, she tucked her black hair behind her ears. She only inserted a white jade hairpin with a plum blossom in her hair. Although it was simple, it looked fresh, and her face had a pitiful look.

This woman is Gao Shanshan, the daughter of the famous Master Gao. As the name suggests, she is the apple of Master Gao's eye. She lives in the Lanxing Sect of the Shengtian Sect and has received strict martial arts training and education since childhood.

I thought she would be a smart, witty and decisive woman, but I didn't expect her to turn into a cruel and crazy woman.

He didn't expect that he and he would die at the hands of these two people. What happened before seemed to be vivid in his mind. The sword in Wen Shaocheng's hand was like a fish swimming in the water. The endless sword force was like dense raindrops, falling on his body. His spiritual roots were destroyed and he could do nothing but beg for mercy.

Big drops of hot tears fell and hit his arm. His teeth bit down mercilessly. Blood flowed out and slowly flowed down his white wrist and dripped into the dark soil. The moonlight shone through the sparse flowers and trees onto his body, with mottled light and shadow, as bleak as frost.

The cold wind is miserable, the dead trees are whirling, and everything is quiet at night.

He had never hated as much as he did at this moment, and had never wanted to kill as much as he did at this moment. The overwhelming hatred seemed to sweep over him. He hated them so much. He hated the cruelty of those people, hated this evil world, and hated his own weakness, his powerlessness, and the fact that he could only watch and do nothing.

Gu Qingchen picked up the bloodstained sword, and in front of Wen Shaocheng's shocked eyes... blood flew upwards, and the falling leaves and withered flowers were on the branch.

Goodbye, Wen Shaocheng!